Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or it's characters (yet), nor do I own Pokemon or any other copyrighted character in this story.
Summary: After an attack by the Majin army, a young Nidorina begins to exhibit bizarre-and violent- behavior. Can she be saved, or has the curse already eaten her alive?
"Psychosis"Darkness. That was what she was floating in as of now. Nothing but a dark void consuming her entire being. She could think, but her limbs, her body, would not respond to her brain's commands. She felt herself hovering in a state of suspended animation. Suddenly, she felt herself awakening, as if about to break the surface of water in a lake. The girl could hear voices around her, speaking, whispering…about her.
The girl smelt the stale smell first. Her nostrils flared, and her ruby eyes began to stir from behind her curtains of eyelids. The whispers became more distinct, more excited. She recognized so many of them. She opened her mouth to speak, to yell, let them know she was alive. But yet, her voice came out as a strangled hiss.
"Mister Mango! Sir, she's awake!" A voice shouted into the hallway, to her foster father, Lockjaw. Her eyes slowly opened, as if weighed down by five-hundred pound weights. Her eyes flickered to the door as a wild-colored rat with a black tail dashed into the room.
'Lockjaw…' She thought, and slowly sat up, nearly bringing herself to tears as she registered the pain for the first time. A sharp throbbing came from her temples and forehead, her left arm in a cast slung across her chest, her right arm covered with bandages, blood, and bruises. In her right wrist was the needle leading to a tube. The girl's eyes drifted up the tube, leading to an IV bag on a rack.
'IV? How the hell did I wind up in a hospital?' She furrowed her brow in thought, but was surprised when she could not come up with an answer. Her half-opened eyes scanned the room, realizing that her bed was surrounded by a few dozen individuals- her friends and foster family.
A tall, blonde gentleman in a white coat walked up to her beside, where her head was propped up slightly by pillows. She managed a mock snarl when he leaned over her. "Welcome back, is it pronounced Ni-dor-rai-na?"
The girl, Nidorina, managed a light nod. "Good." He added with a weak smile and backed away.
"Hey dude," Nidorina's large, mouse-shaped, spiked ears perked up at the familiar tenor voice. The same rat from before was at her bedside now, smiling at her. Nidorina thought she saw tears welling in his eyes.
"Wha…what happened?" Nidorina asked as a white-haired boy walked over and pressed a button to adjust the bed upright. She realized there were even more bruises, gashes, and scars covering her mangled body.
The doctor wandered closer to Nidorina, "This young man," He motioned towards the snowy-haired boy, "Found you like this in an alley on the other side of town a few weeks ago. You suffered extensive injuries from what appeared to be a physical assault. You have been in a coma for nearly three weeks, but you'll have a long road to recovery ahead of you." He explained with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"'Rina, you sure you don't recall anything?" The snow-haired boy, who Nidorina recalled as Trunks, piped up from the back of the room. He sat in an upholstered chair now, his eyes fixed on her. She was like a second mother to him these days…
Nidorina sighed as she shook her head. The last thing she recalled…
What does Nidorina remember? What happened to cause her to wake up from a coma? Find out in the next chapter! (Sorry, I like cliffhangers :P)