Disclaimer:
I still don't own these friendly little DBZ guys's, but you have to know that I love playing with them!
Author's note:
I'm sorry barbo-chan, I couldn't get to parts out BY today, but I might get a chance to post this and a second part before the end of the day. You could still post your story thoughJ Hey, I'm introducing a new character in this one, I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I think I can handle him though. In this part you get alittle more of the plot started, instead of just a setting, so there is a benefit for you. But I've taken enough of you time babbling. Tell me how you feel about this whole thing! On with the show…
Outbreak: Weird Science (part 2)
The clouds losing their baggage on the land were thick and dark. Much to the benefit of a shadowy onlooker. His ship was especially designed to blend into elements like these. Which is why he had created them. The ship itself had a very effective construction, to the naked eye it would come off looking like an arrowhead rounded on all sides. A sleek looking vehicle indeed.
The creator of ship and storm sat comfortably within the arrowhead shell. The shadowed figure was not a powerful person. He may reach a peak power level of five if drowned in a hormonal rush. But it was the mind that mattered to him. The body was simply a tool, used to translate thoughts into actions. Darlanton did not worry that some of those below the clouds could blast him away without a second thought. He doubted they could reach a first intellectual thought, let alone the second.
No, Darlanton was a scientist. Every scientist needs something to experiment on. Originally, he had experimented on his own peoples, the Aiel, but had been caught in doing so. The leaders of the Aiel had decided that he had carried things to far by experimenting on unsuspecting commoners. He was a scientist of great ability, he should not be limited by lack of 'lab rats.' Yet, they deemed his experiments inhumane and sent Darlanton into space.
As great a scientist as he would not be stopped by a little inconvenience though. The Aiel king may have ordered all of his equipment destroyed, but by invading other civilizations, he had acquired what was necessary. Then all he needed was a race to experiment on. This race who called themselves 'humans' served the purpose quite well. Not only were they the perfect genetic make up to play with, but they were just intelligent enough to be scared into panic at a strange disease spreading through their numbers.
The lovely part about this virus he had created was that it was airborne. It would spread quickly. This place, this Satan City, had been a wonderful place to begin the experiment. As of right now the hospitals were full of patients bouncing between writhing in pain and going into mad raving fits. With this synthetic virus, a human's pain would begin in their abdomen and radiate to the rest of the body. In some it literally touched their mind. In others the pain drove them mad. In any case, they went insane.
And that was the fun of it, seeing what would happen to the different humans. For each had a different, if slightly, genetic make-up. Each therefor, had a different reaction to the virus. Some bleed internally. Some constantly vomited, others ended up with an affliction often referred to as diarrhea. And yet, all ended up the same way, lost to all sanity. The best part was that he had programmed the virus not to kill quickly. Those afflicted would die, in a time span these people called one year. A slow painful death. Good for studying long term affects.
Darlanton looked at his view screen again. It was covered in box like mini-screens. Each focused on one person in and around Satan City. He watched as yet another person was hauled to the overflowing hospitals. A grin tipped his large sulky green lips. The grin grew, and before he could stop himself, Darlanton threw back his head and laughed. A horrible raspy sound that echoed around the small control room of the arrowhead ship.
On the view screen, amongst the many hundreds of boxes, two showed the exact same thing. They each showed two spiky haired figures splashing and laughing in the water. One was a young boy and the other a grown man acting like a boy, and they played unaware of what was going on.
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"Hey Dad! You can't catch me!" Gohan yelled to his father as he dove under the water's surface.
Goku grinned and took off under the water after his playful son. Though yesterday was cold and rainy, the clouds had broken up and let the sun shine through for today. It was beautiful. Though, the clouds over Satan City had not gone away.
Gohan swam for all he was worth to a small niche he had discovered at the bottom of the lake. It didn't matter that his father could sense his Ki, that was part of the fun of it. Sort of a game of water tag, he had played it with his father since he was old enough to swim. It was his favorite game, not to mention it was one of the few active things that his mother readily agreed to letting them do.
The elder Saiyen happily played along with this game. Goku had noticed, a bit to his dismay, that he didn't have the chance to play with his son as much as Gohan was getting older. Not from lack of wanting on Gohan's part, but Chi Chi felt that if he was going to be a scholar he had to crack down on the books now. Goku didn't understand the point of it all. Gohan would do just fine in the world with the schooling he already has, which was more than Goku himself had ever gotten. He and Chi Chi survived. Maybe they weren't rich, but he thought they were at least a happy family. And that is what counts, right?
At any rate, he wasn't going to give up the chances he did have to spend time with Gohan.
Goku refused to sense out his son's Ki, that would make this too easy. So he swam around aimlessly, looking in every shadowed niche. He swam over one before doing a double take. And there sat his son grinning at him insolently. Gohan waved at him and shot off the other way. Goku grinned again himself and took off after Gohan.
Gohan continued swimming for a ways. His lungs felt like they might burst, but if he went to the surface now his dad would surly catch him. A few spots developing before his eyes made Gohan's mind up for him. Off to the surface he swam and burst through with a large splash. This was shortly followed by a large gulp of air, oh how good that felt. A vibration in the water below him was all the warning that the boy had before being dragged back down by his feet.
Closing his mouth to keep what was left of the air in him there, Gohan looked into the face of his attacker. Goku's face mirrored the exact same insolent grin he himself had worn only moments earlier. Goku put a hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed once, then he flashed the victory sign and swam to the surface. Gohan smiled and shook his head before heading to the surface himself. He popped above the water and met his dad's smiling face once more. "Nice try Gohan, but you will never get away from me!"
This Goku punctuated by tickling his son right around the rib cage. Gohan started laughing and swatting his father's hands away at the same time. For his efforts he thought for sure he drank nearly half of the lake too. Goku laughed as well. Looking at the sky, the Saiyen saw that the sun was on its ride down the sky and decided they had better get back home before dark, and said as much to his son.
"Mom can't be too upset with us Dad, we did catch supper after all." Was Gohan's dignified response.
The father and son duet swam to shore, dried off, and pulled their clothing on. Goku grabbed the string to which five gigantic fish were tied and they began their long treck home. Gohan chatted happily with his father, but Goku could tell that their conversation was not what Gohan's mind was on. And it wasn't. Gohan was thinking that he drank alittle too much of the lake, for his stomach felt really weird.