Yay! I have a beta! I'm so very happy. Thank you Kazumi-chan you're a wonderful help with my horrible punctuations and run on sentences.
OMFG! I'm alive. I've been here and there just haven't really cared for updating. I know I haven't finished anything since my YGO stories back in high school. Well I'm apt on finishing this. Its not going to be THAT long. This is a DBZ story which I was inspired to write since
1) Its the 10 year anniversary since I started watching it on TOONAMI
2) I started re-watching the new re-dubbed episodes by Animation, one word, Chris Sabat yeah Foykers! LOL!
3) I'm insanely bored with the other fandoms so I'm dusting off the cobwebs
I have to ask do any of you even care anymore? I mean if its not about Trunks and Pan or Bulma and Vegeta it never gets any reviews right? I don't give a baboons butt really. I'm writing this cause I darn well feel like it. That and this classic category is shamelessly been forgotten. I doubt I can do anything drastic about it except whine. But anyhoo...
This story is about Bardock. He is resurrected for reasons you'll find out. Vegeta and Goku are Dead. PERIOD. The only Vegeta and Goku alive are Vegeta and Goku Jr. Elizabeth A.K.A is an original character but she's not going to suck ass just give it a chance. No she doesn't know how to fight she is a 24 year old nurse at a hospital where Bardock turns up. I have no idea where I'm going with this. Maybe to the moon?
I do not own DBZ or its affiliations
Also...side note...I don't know THAT much about nursing and all that goes on...so don't correct me on that K?
Prologue
Bardock's Resurrection
The explosion of heat from the blast that enveloped and killed his planet should have incinerated him instantly that Frieza had used. He should have felt the cold chill of death creeping up to collect his soul and take it into the darkness. He gave in, knowing that his son would avenge him and his people in the future and destroy the tyrant who had taken so many lives so easily and carelessly.
He did feel darkness and fall deep within its grasp, but it was not the darkness he expected. This darkness was no the cold chilly grip of death he had slipped into before when he had battled and feel onto the brink of death before. This darkness was comforting and soothed him in a soft embrace deeply and so definitely. Then he was plunged into wet cold. He willed his limbs to move, but he couldn't he was too weak. Not that it mattered; he was dead after all so he came accustomed to this cold and accepted its embrace.
Blowing a curly strand of that rebelliously stuck to her forehead out of her eyes, she checked the I.V. Smiling at her patient, blue eyes looked over the bed and the patient within.
"Well there you go Mr. Johansson. I changed the tape for you and repositioned the needle a bit it should make you more comfortable and not irritate you so much." The young nurse said.
Mr. Johansson smiled and nodded too tired, old, and sick to do much else. The young nurse patted his hand and went to the end of the bed, grabbing his file meticulously placed on the clip board and jotted down a few notes. She left the old man to rest and went down the hall to crab a quick five minute coffee break since she had just finished her hourly rounds.
"Hey Lies! You won't believe the case that just came in!" She froze hearing the loud voice and turned not too enthusiastically to her co-worker.
A bright eyed blond named Jeanie came bounding up. Liz didn't even know how she had that much energy halfway through their 12 hour shift.
"What is it? Walk with me; I'm going to get some coffee before Anna catches me." Jeanie complied, walking with her.
Anna was the head nurse on this floor and didn't take kindly to unplanned breaks. Both young women snuck into the lounge where Liz grabbed her coffee and sat for just a few minutes.
"Well, they found him on the beach unconscious and hurt pretty bad." Jeanie said.
"Uh-huh." Liz said not that interested, taking a sip of her coffee.
After three years on the job after school and clinical, she wasn't that surprised at some of the medical cases that passed by her anymore. She'd seen cancer, heart patients, deadly infections, impalements from car accidents, people with their guts hanging out, and severed limbs; most things didn't rattle her after these things.
"He has no identification and is in a coma. He's a John Doe at the moment." Jeanie continued on.
"What makes him special Jeanie?" Liz finally asked.
"He has a tail." Jeanie said with a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear.
Liz coughed, choking on her coffee before getting a good swallow. She looked at Jeanie, clearing her throat. "A TAIL….?"
"Yeah, it's like a cat tail! It's long and brown, probably about four feet long, furry and soft. It's attached too. The doctors are trying to keep it low because they don't want it turning into a freak show." Jeanie said grinning.
"A tail, like a cat, attached to his tail bone?" Liz asked skeptically.
"Right just like I said."
"That is weird…" Liz said.
"Tell me about it. That and he's a hunk too." Jeanie said grinning.
Jeanie worked up on ICU and came down to see Liz whenever she got a free minute. ICU was pretty boring and they didn't have a large staff. Seeing if anyone went into code blue there would be a huge number of nurse and doctors in place in mere seconds, no one was really worried. Plus the number of patients there you could usually count on a hand.
"Jeanie! That's morbid." Liz chuckled.
"I'm serious; you should see the muscular structure on this guy. He's cut! I'm telling you there's something weird about him." Jeanie said.
"Besides the tail?" Liz said with a grin.
"Yes, besides the tail, you should see his hair too; it's weird and his blood graph… I've honestly never seen anything like is Liz. On your break, you need to come up." Jeanie prompted.
"Jeanie if you get caught showing me patient records, they'll get you on the HIPPA act and we'll both get fired." Liz said in a whisper as another nurse walked in.
"I know, but Liz I'm telling you… just come up." Jeanie urged again.
"All right, all right." Liz said giving in.
Two hours later, she met Jeanie in the stairwell and glanced over the case file and tests ran on the John Doe. She marveled at the configuring of the test results and the high levels.
"Hurry up! If I don't get those charts back in five minutes I'm screwed." Jeanie prodded.
"This is amazing, his levels on this graph are four times what they should be in another human." Liz said.
"I know. Do you think he's human?" Jeanie asked
"According to these he's not… but you know what we studied in school there are rare cases, here." Liz said handing the files back to her
She followed Jeanie up the staircase to the ICU unit. Jeanie glanced around and motioned her to come on. She followed her to the patient's room. Liz wasn't a stranger to a ventilator, heart monitor, and I.V. tubes. She watched his vitals and was marveled at the slow pace of his heart. Even for someone in a coma whose heart rate was low, this was weird.
"They'll be studying him like a lab rat soon with the residency doctors and nurses." Jeanie muttered with a roll of her eyes
"Yeah… let me see that tail you were talking about." Liz mused.
"I don't know, it stays wrapped around his waist…" Jeanie said cautiously.
"Jeanie, come on! Are you telling me you're shy?" Liz giggled.
"No! Of course not! I just feel like its sexual harassment or molestation! The guy has a right to his privacy you know." Jeanie said.
"Not when he has a freaking tail. Come on, I'll do it then." Liz said.
Liz came up to his bed side and had to agree with Jeanie about his looks. Below the tubes and sensors, he was a very attractive man. If she guessed, he was in his early thirties. There was a large gash like scar on his left cheek and his eyebrows were creased in what she thought were a hardened scowl. His features were sharply cut and his neck muscles and tendons strained below the skin. She gently put her fingers on the blanket and pulled it back revealing the sharply outline muscles on tan skin and as her fingers brushed his skin it was calloused and scarred. These were old wounds too, she could tell from the pattern of the scarring. It was around then that Liz found said appendage and marveled at it. Jeanie watched her in shock as she literally touched it stroking the fur.
"Liz! He's not a dog, stop it!" Jeanie said.
"All right. Sorry." Liz said blushing. She was about to retract her hand but the appendage suddenly looped around her wrist, making her start.
"Ah! Jeanie!" Liz said helplessly.
"Oh crap! He's never done that before!" Jeanie said scrambling to Liz's side.
"Get it off!" Liz pleaded.
"Hold still I'm trying!" Jeanie pulled at the appendage. However it was like a manacle it wouldn't let go of Liz's wrist. She started to panic. "It won't let go and I don't want to hurt him." Jeanie continued.
Liz took a deep breath, "All right let's not panic."
"Not panic! His damn tail is wrapped around your wrist like a handcuff and if we get caught we are so dead!" Jeanie fumed.
"Will you shut up, I'm thinking." Liz snapped. The tail had reacted to her touched maybe if she stroked it again.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Jeanie asked.
"Well it reacted to my touch… maybe if I do it again…" Liz said blushing.
She stroked the appendage, gently applying more pressure, but it was no luck. It only tightened and wove itself more around her arm yanking her closer. She yelped as the action practically pulled her towards the cold metal bedside.
"Quick! Put the bar down! He's going to smash me against it!" Liz whined feeling her side pulled painfully into the still of the bed rails.
Jeanie complied and Liz moaned helplessly and embarrassed at the situation. She was all but on top of his side with her chest. She could feel the heat of his body as she brace her herself across his midsection by putting her arm on the other side of the bed. Jeanie started laughing.
"THIS is not funny." Liz snapped.
"Yes, it is. You just had to see and touch it, didn't you?" Jeanie snickered.
"You told me about!" Liz said helplessly.
"Yes but I wasn't the one molesting his tail." Jeanie said
"I was not MOLESTING his tail." Liz said growling at the other nurse
He heard bickering. High pitched bickering and his tail his tail was wrapped against something. He wondered what the hell was going on and why there were two bickering wenches near him. Unless he was in a rejuvenation tank, but he would feel the thick stickiness of the liquid and he certainly would be touching someone. Then he felt skin touching his. He opened his eyes slowly and winced at the brightness of the light that was foreign to his pupils. Slowly they adjusted and did in fact see two females standing beside him. He stared at them for the moment, very confused to where he was.
One was very small with strange white hair pulled away harshly by some sort of clawed contraption. She wore loose garments, peasant like almost, and they were a very annoying shade of light red. Then he heard a deeper voice than the high pitched one of the small female with the strange white hair. He inclined his head and saw just what and who his tail was wrapped around. It was a slightly taller woman with darker hair than the other woman, not quite as white. It was spiraled in strange circular twists and pulled off her face by a band and tied up in some sort of tail. They were strange female creatures and the spiraled haired one was practically on top of him. He wouldn't let her go just yet; he wanted to know where he was.
"Who are you?"
Both women froze hearing the deep and husky voice. Their eyes settled on him instantly and they gawked for a few seconds.
"Oh god…" The taller one muttered.
"Hi there, I'm Jeanie." The white haired one responded.
"Who… are you?" He said regarding the other female sprawled across his lower abdomen.
"I'm Liz."
That established who were they, now he wanted to know where he was.
"Where am I?" he demanded.
"You're in the hospital. Oh! Don't sit up."
Too late, that shrieking female couldn't stop him from sitting up. He planted his palms beneath him and sat up regarding his surroundings and himself. His power was low, he must have been hurt pretty badly from Frieza's blast; but how the hell he ended up here he didn't know.
"Excuse me..."
He looked down at the female now in his lap. Her cheeks were red and she was looking at him helplessly.
"Can you let go?" she asked.
"Not yet. I want more of my questions answered first, female." He said tightening his tail for emphasis.
She squeaked loudly and winced, "H-hey! That hurts!"
He cocked his head. They were apparently a weak species and he didn't want to break her arm quite yet if she answered his questions in a form that pleased him. He let up slightly and glared at her.
"How did I come to be in this 'hospital'?" he snapped.
"You were found." Jeanie replied.
"I was asking her." The man sneered.
"Don't talk to her like that." Liz barked.
He glared at her and scowled even more if that was possible. "If you want your arm back you will comply."
"Now calm down, please." Jeanie pleaded.
"I am calm, answer my questions." He regarded Liz harshly.
"She knows more about you being here then I do. That is why she answered." Liz came back just as harsh.
Liz was starting to panic now. If it wasn't bad enough this alien like man had woken up he was talking like he was holding her hostage; that and the fact when his tail clamped down harder on her arm. It was strong enough and if he wanted he could probably break her damn arm with the thing.
"Very well. You said I was found, found where?" He asked
"On the beach south from here, you were washed up on shore. We don't know much else. We were hoping you could tell us when you woke up. You're in a hospital and we just want to help you. Can you please let my friend go? We're not going to help you if you hurt her." Jeanie said.
Most patients who had been in comas were confused and delirious when they woke up and sometimes acted out the way he was. Well, almost like he was not quite holding her friend and fellow nurse hostage with a tail.
He growled at her and she backed away towards the wall panicked and scared "Listen." Liz pleaded.
He turned to Liz, "She's not lying we are trying to help you. We didn't find you. She has actually been taking care of you for a few days and you might not be alive if it wasn't for her, the doctors, and the other staff here."
He pondered it for a moment. However he had ended up here they had helped him. He was not one to promise favors to or for someone even if they had helped him. At the moment, he thought that one, he didn't know where he was; two, he didn't know if there were beings here stronger then he was; and three, if this wasn't a ploy by Frieza.
"Do either of you know who Frieza is?" he asked.
Both women looked at one another, "No."
Just from the demeanor of the women he thought that maybe Frieza's grasp hadn't reached this far wherever he was. He, at the moment, was at the hard side of the draw and needed more information before he did anything. For one, his body wasn't completely healed. Though their equipment was primeval in most cases, it had been doing a satisfactory job of healing him as did their efforts.
"Then I will remain here for the time being until I find out where exactly I am." He said more to himself then to Liz or Jeanie.
"So who exactly are you?" Liz asked.
"My name is Bardock."