A Monkey Tale Chapter 1, a dragon ball z fanfic

The day was hot and stiffling. Waves of heat radiated across the twilight red sky of Vegetasei.

On the hot planet was a sprawling city populated by a hardy, war mongering race.

In the city was a hospital, and in the hospital was a whelping ward.

A saiyan women screamed; Negi was her name, and the baby inside her was kicking and biting venomously, trying to break the amniotic sac and escape from the uterine prison.

After a contraction came and past, a saiyan man walked in, his stance was apologetic, and Negi fixed him with a death glare.

" Where the fuck have you been? " Gasped Negi, struggling to sit up and look her mate in the eye.

" ..Mission " Mumbled the rather large male, twiddling his wild hair.

" Kale, I swear to god-" Negi spat, gritting her teeth in pain and aggression.

" Negi baby, you know I have to do these missions " Placated Kale, holding his hands up in surrender, as if being confronted with a wild animal.

The whelping woman bristled, she was just a ferocious as her mate, and knew all about missions. She reached forward with lighting speed, pulling Kale down to her eye level.

" Now you listen to me, not that blighted ice-jin. You're mission is to the family " She hissed, glaring at him.

Kale mused at the beauty of her eyes, they were the deepest black, deeper than the ebony mines of Gernoil. These black pits were filled with passion, a raw animalistic passion to simply exist in this cruel and awful world. A world that their child was being brought into.

He kissed her then, just lightly, and she smiled sadly. Finally deciding to nuzzle against his neck, and smell the layer of sweat against his skin.

An agonising howl escaped from Negi's lips, as the contraction hit her like 10 tonnes of bricks. Her body was twisted from the pain, her pregnant belly moving slightly from the life within.

Kale was slighly pale from watching her swollen belly contort. There were no midwives on Vegetasei, there were once, but Saiyans were no longer allowed to study medicine, and if a being from another planet attempted saiyan midwifery, their weak bodies were broken by the aggressive mothers, who often lashed out in pain.

Negi hissed and spat as she straightened her body up, feeling the baby bite on the uterus wall, then something pop. A gush of liquid wetted the sheets, and a snarl was heard from the saiyan's womb.

Kale laughed, but was also slightly repulsed.

" Our child is a snarler, just like it's mother " He chuckled

Negi shot him a '' Not funny '' look as her face creased up in exertion. The sweaty saiyan instictively got on her hands and knees, a small aura developing around her tortured body as she puffed and pushed. Kale saw her tail wrap around her waist in preparation, so as not to get dirty.

His mate was driven by instinct, not thoughts. She was snarling and crying, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the bed sheets. Her wind swept hair was wet from the exertion.

The aura got harsher as her cries grew. Negi's teeth were lengthening, and traces of gold were seen in the aura, which Kale had been told was normal.

Negi gave one almighty scream, that was joined with another. A baby fell out and landed on the bed, it was already sprawled on all fours and alert.

" My baby " Sighed Negi, cradling the child to her swollen bosom.

" A baby girl " Breathed Kale, a large smile on his scarred face. He was shocked and happy. He had a daughter!

The child was perfect, her hair was short and wild. Her skin was tanned, just like her father's. Her eyes were deep and black, just like her mother's, but they held no malice, and sparked with unsaiyanlike curiosity. Her parents knew that they'd soon fill with malice and bloodlust. Her wails would turn into battle cries, and the curiousity stamped out.

Negi turned to her mate, and handed him the naked baby.

" What will you name her? " Asked Negi. It was custom for the father to name the child.

" Hn...Cress " Answered Kale, handing the wriggling baby back to Negi.

The tired woman stroked her daughters cheeks, before replying

" Yes, Cress, my baby Cress."

Negi was feeding Cress, who sucked soothingly on her mother's swollen breast. A look of worry passed over the young mother's face as she glanced at the clock opposite the newly laundered bed, she had two hours left with her Cress before she was taken away for conditioning.

" Two hours left " Sniffed Negi, ruffling Cress's hair. The baby disengaged from her mother's breast momentarily. She reached out with speed akin to her mother, and snared Negi's rough finger. The baby gripped the appendage as hard as she could, as if to reassure Negi that she was strong, and would survive her conditioning.

" She is strong " Smiled Negi through her tears. Kale frowned and joined his mate in the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her and Cress.

" She's our daughter, of course she's strong " He smiled, as Cress wrapped her tail around his wrist, gurgling incessantly.

Cress was wobbily crawling around on her belly. Tail positioned horizontally for balance. Her father laughed, pulling her backwards if she strayed near the end of the bed. The baby protested violently, gumming his hand viciously.

" Hey! " Grinned Kale, picking his daughter up and throwing her into the air. The baby squealed, splaying her arms in the air and waggling her tail.

" Careful " Warned Negi, her maternal instincts were fully functional, she'd protect her daughter fiercely.

Cress looked towards her mother then, her face full of joy. The chubby baby melted Negi's heart.

Negi and Kale sat up in alarm as a reptilian nurse walked in, carrying something akin to a glass bassinet . Her red eye's fixed on the baby.

" Times up Negi, hand over the whelp " She instructed, ticking Negi's name off a list of expectant mothers.

" She's not a whelp, she's Cress " Retorted Kale, his hand on his mate's shoulder.

" Er..yes " Replied the nurse, writing the baby's name down and taping it onto the tank.

" Go ahead Negi, be strong " Encouraged Kale.

Negi nodded, but was in the process of attaching a small chain around the Cress's ankle, it was simple. A silver chain decorated with a single full moon. Cress fussed, growling playfully at her mother.

" Negi " Warned the nurse, tapping her clipboard impatiently.

" Ok ok " Negi growled, slowly cradling her child to her chest, kissing all of the chubby fingers and toes, as Kale dived in to memorise his daughter's scent.

" Goodbye daughter " Bade Kale as Negi carried Cress over to the tank. " Come back victorious "

" - And may the moon shine upon you always " Negi sniffed through a smile, gently placing Cress in the tank, ruffling her hair.

They both watched as their baby was wheeled away.

Inside the reinforced glass tank. Cress was at a dilemma. She wasn't exactly sure what this transparent world was. Was she flying like when Papa played with her? Or floating, like when she was trapped inside Mama?

The baby noticed that she could smell new smells through the holes in the glass tank. She clumsily got onto her legs, leaning against the side for support. She wasn't sure what this smell was, kind of a clean smell? With a bump from the wheels, she fell back down again, her eyes tearing up when she hit the cold bottom.

" WAAAAH " She cried, thumping her tiny fists against the side of the cold tank.

The nurse sighed, she needed a new job.

" Hey, calm down " She said, trying to placate the infant.

But Cress was having none of it. She'd fallen down, she wanted Mama and Papa, she wanted warmth, she wanted food

" Waaaaaah " She screamed, even louder than before.

The nurse grit her beak, and jostled the tank. Cress flipped over inside, and was shocked into silence.

The baby was wheeled into a darkened room full of incubators. Silouhettes were seen inside these incubators. Unmoving and sad. Worry passed over Cress's face as this smell reached her nostrils. It smelt like tears and when she'd had an accident on Mama's bed.

Readying herself, the nurse reached into the glass bassinet. The brat skittered around, trying to avoid the green clawed hand looming in on her. The nurse grabbed Cress's tail.

Cress's body froze as pain overwhelmed her small frame. The nurse lifted the baby up from the bassinet, tail clamped tightly in her scaly hands.

The baby was dumped unceremoniously into an incubator. The nurse left the room.

Cress lay there, rigid and still.

The clean smell was here too. But stronger, much, much stronger. Underneath that was a smell...she didn't want to know what it was. It was bad, this scent permeated the infant conditioning room.

Cress turned over, onto her belly. The mattress was scratchy and hard. She lay down her fluffy head, waggling her tail in the air.

The baby was awoken when screams and wails were heard. She didn't know where they were coming from. She sat up, they were coming from boxes on the wall.

These speakers played screams, so that the babies would get used to the screams of their enemies. So that they'd show no mercy when their victims begged and cried for their lives.

It disturbed Cress at first. She'd stretched her arms over her ears, but slowly and gradually, slipped into nothingness.

The young baby awoke again to a feeling of wetness on her bed. She got up on all fours, and patted the bed anxiously. It made a damp splatting sound with each pat. Cress's tail wagged as she continually began to pat the fabric, enjoying this sound.

The ammonia coming off the urine eventually got on Cress's nerves. It was beginning to sting when she lay down. It smelt too.

Cress awoke and found that she was soaking wet. Her belly rumbled with hunger. She needed Mama now. Needed Negi's warm fatty milk. But it was not given to her.

Paediatric scientists observed the flopping babies. They needed to wheedle out the strong from the weak. Lord Frieza had no time for weaklings. The weak help make the strong stronger. This practise was enforced brutally in the infant wards, afterall, meat wasn't free.

The baby angrily tried to get to all fours. Mama and Papa were not here, the strange lady in white had taken her away. She wanted Mama's milk. The infant's mouth began to salivate when she thought of the fat rich liquid.

She shook her head, realising that her Mama wasn't here to help. She flopped back down onto the sodden matress, tail slowly wagging with the extent of her small minded thoughts.

Thirst had set in a long time ago, Cress had resorted to sucking her urine from the bed. It was salty and smelt bad, but it wetted her cracked lips.

A scientist walked past all of the silent incubators. He occasional pulled out a limp and emaciated form. They usually bore self inflicted injuries, the babies would get frustrated and angry, often gnawing on themselves. The scientist sighed as he pulled out a baby girl, she's been repeatedly bashing her head against the glass. An average power leveled infant would of been able to do this. But this girl had been weak.

The scientist looked at the piece of paper taped to the departed baby's incubator. It said ' Lima '. The man sighed, hauling the baby over his shoulder into the observational room. There was a chute there labelled ' Ration processing '

Cress had seen the man pull another baby out of the incubator. She wasn't moving, and when the scientist passed by Cress was hit with a rotting smell. She cowered in the corner, but had noticed that Lima had been headbutting the glass.

The baby craned her neck to see Lima's incubator. It was riddled with cracks and flecked with blood. Hitting it with her head had obviously been working.

She grunted with every hit. The sound reverbrated around the whole room, but not drowning out the voice on those awful speaker, it was lying and false.

" I am your Lord Frieza, obey me and you're lives will be filled with comfort and luxury " The recording rasped over and over again. Cress had begun to think that it was authorative and powerful. But this voice hid something underneath.

Tears were brought to her eyes as the cracks grew. They spiderwebbed across the surface of the glass. Cress noticed a scientist looking at her through a window in the other room. She growled menacingly, she could feel it vibrating in the pit of her empty belly.

Dizzyness overcame her for a moment, blood dripped down her forehead and into her mouth. She instinctively lapped it up, shaking her head, and continuing

Bam...Bam...Bam

Sweat was pouring off her now, draining whatever hydration she had left. Glass was chipping off now, slicing into Cress's body.

With one final burst of exertion, the baby smashed through the glass and tumbled to the cold tiled floor.

The scientist worked quickly, even weak babies could overpower him. He took out a pole with a loop on the end, looking like something you'd catch a mad dog with. He ran into the darkened room, full of sadness and death.

The baby was lying on the floor, panting heavily. She was lying on the shards of glass, and appeared to be bleeding. He was cautious as he approached. Cress weakly turned her head toward him, a hoarse growl emitting from her prone body.

He looped the pole around her neck. He could of grabbed her tail, but the shock would of brought her into unconsciousness. She weakly protested from the contact, but each wiggle dragged her skin acoss the glass. The scientist heaved upwards, lifting her off as a nuse came to clean the floor. Since the girl had broken through the glass, she had a high enough power level, and was eligable for medical treatment.

This place was warm and wet. Was she back inside Mama? No..this place was different. Cress reluctantly opened her eyes. She was greeted with a blue world. She was floating in a tank, and idly watched bubbles float past.

It was boring now, but the hurt and hunger and thirst had been obliterated. Cress even began to feel happiness and curiosity spark. She giggled into her oxygen mask as she tentively reached out with her tail, touching the swirling bubbles. Cress looked around curiously when she heard a beeping noise. It seemed to be in tune with the thumping inside her.

The scientist outside the tank seemed to notice the beeping too, as he came over to check Cress's health status. The beeping heart monitor told him that it was 100 percent, and her power level had risen to 27 since her near death experience. He sighed, saiyans always got stronger after coming back from near death.

The scientist reached up, pulling a lever, which drained the tank. He sighed as another infant had bashed out, the name on the incubator read ' Kakarrott '

Cress could feel herself getting lower and lower in the plexiglass tank, until she slowly touched down on the bottom, watching the healing liquid swirl down the plug hole. this confused the small baby. Cress poked the hole, slightly afraid, and squealed almightily when it let loose a great gurgle.

A lady came in then, the other man one had a baby boy on the end of the pole. The girl met his eyes and flickered a smile, the boy did too, flicking his tail in acknowledgment.

The lady smelled nice, her hair was a bright blue, and her skin was white, Cress had difficulty telling the difference from her skin and the pristine labcoat she wore. Cress was shocked by her face though, highly expressive eyes, but no mouth.

Cress noted that the lady's smell had changed, this one was warmer, a kind of mama smell. The lady even picked her up like Mama. The smell was so nice..Cress didn't even want to attack the lady.

The nurse inardly smiled. It didn't take much for these brats to trust a motherly scent. She picked the little female up, mindful of the tail. All saiyan babies were socialised before being put on missions, so they'd work as better teams and platoons in the future.

The corridor was long, and the dense baby was heavy, but Nurse Senta eventually got to the nursery ward. She opened the door slightly, and nudged Cress inside.

Cress was amazed, there were lots of infants, just like her! They were crawling around, arguing and snarling over toys or food. She crawled in nervously. Every child here had survived the conditioning, all bore self inflicted scars on their bodies. All bore phycological scars too. But they still played.

She was actually nervous here, it was strange. The baby saiyan got onto all fours, crawling over to a girl playing with a deactivated scouter. Cress watched the girls swirling tail as she played, and poked it. The other girl was affronted, and painfully turned around. She made a growling noise and tackled Cress playfully.

Cress giggled as the other girl gummed at her tail, and playing with the chain around her ankle.

They were both out of breath from laughing. Cress had placed the scouter over her face, but it was too big for her, and looked lopisded. She crawled around blindly, making little chirps as she followed the other girl's scent. She got close enough and pounced. They both tumbled around leisurely, until they noticed the door open again. The boy from earlier confidently crawled in, his head held high.

The two friends crawled up to him as he supported himself off the wall. He fell back again, snarling angrily. He seemed to be searching for something. He finally realised that Cress and the other female were hovering around him.

" Mama? " He uttered, testing the word in his mouth. He was sure his Mama was here.

Cress shook her head sadly.

" Mama, Papa...er.." She scrunched up her face, trying to remember the leaving word.

" Bye bye " Sqealed the other female, her head bobbing up and down in smugness as she'd remembered the word.

" Mmhmm" Agreed Cress, smiling happily.

Kakarrott looked confused momentarily.

" Papa? " He asked, he didn't know what that word was, since Bardock hadn't had the grace to visit him.

Cress looked around, she couldn't explain it.

" Uh.." She then had a brainwave. She pointed at the naked boy's dangly parts, then shakily got onto her feet, making herself look as big as possible, and started walking around, making deep grunting sounds. She flopped back to the floor with a laugh.

" Papa" She repeated.

Everybody was getting sleepy now, and lay in various piles scattered across the floor, cuddled up like puppies.

A whole team of nurses came in, bundling up the babies in glass bassinets. The children were almost knocked out, they were so tired, and didn't notice.

The nurses worked quickly, injecting the mission briefing microchips into the babies heads. Information would of instantly downloaded while they slept.

The children were shoved into individual pods, one by one the pods began to leave.

Stars and planets whizzed by, but Cress was oblivious as her little pod flew on. She slept unknowingly. Her first mission was to kill all sentient life on a lush oil filled planet, that would benefit Frieza's army.

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A/N : Well folks, hoped you enjoyed it so far, 'cos I've luuurved writing this first chapter. Negi isn't the character from my older story, just a sort of homage to her. I recently read through ' The Last ' and I thought " Dude, this is a really crappily written story, but I still like the concept " So I've revamped it slightly. I dunno what the crap I was thinking when I wrote that story.

Anyway Cress the story's in it's early stages, so Turles hasn't appeared yet, but you wait my pretties. :3

Oo! Remember to Review . They may dazzle me into writing faster.

- Devonshire_dumpling

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