Disclaimer:
*Finds that happy lil' picture of the whole DBZ crew again* These Nice people don't belong to me. Their nice pets don't belong to me. Only Darlanton and his talking ship belong to me.
Author's Note:
Excuses aren't good, I know. But… well, I had to go get my license, study for finals at school, and now pack to go on a two-week vacation. Those are my excuses for not having this up sooner. Not to mention a slight case of writers block (is it just me, or is that contagious? One person gets it and suddenly everyone has difficulties writing.). Anyway, comment! I live for those lovely typed up thoughtsJ
Outbreak: Weird Science (part 6)
With a grin plastered to his emerald lips, Darlanton slid his finger over a small button just before the view screen. It was entertaining to watch the Saiyen rant, but enough was too much. "Please, you are my guests! Make yourselves to home in your new abode." This said, Darlanton clicked the button and the view screen faded out.
The man shook his purple locks and laughed again. This day was so pleasing! New test subjects, this meant that Darlanton could discover more! Darlanton strived to discover. The Scientist leaned back in his chair and thought. A picture was burned into his head of the two new guests. Both with spiky black hair and that disgusting peach toned skin. And both wearing only what this race called 'boxers.' That last would be a good thing. The more he could see of their bodies, the better he could judge the effects of his tests.
Oh yes, this was a good day. Now if only he could get that light blasted robot Neela to show more respect…
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Goku watched as the view screen disappeared before his eyes. That Darlanton guy had said they were on his ship, which just happened to be made out of some cad'a-something metal. The Saiyen studied the room again. There was no place for a door. No crack in the metal. How did they get here then? By some transportation technique he guessed.
His son walked slowly to one of the walls. Gohan had seen him hit that wall earlier, but must have needed to see this for himself as the boy curled his hand into a fist and struck the wall solidly. Goku knew his son was a thinker, Chi Chi encouraged that. This being the case, he thought it best to see what kind of idea Gohan could come up with. Obviously the boy was thinking, for he now had his hand up to his mouth and grumbled furiously while looking about the room.
Now what WOULD be a good way to break out? Goku studied the walls again, and they were still solid. What did the green guy mean when he said it would absorb the impact of any attack? He seemed to have put a focus on the word impact too. That meant it didn't absorb the attack itself, but its force. How could he work with that?
His father had been right; Gohan was thinking, and hard. Couldn't get through these walls with attacks. So where was the flaw? Everything had a flaw, this ca' da' sore stuff had to as well. But it wasn't the ceiling, the floor, or the walls. Then what about the bunks? Hmm, perhaps pulling them from the walls could be the crack in the metal? It was worth the effort to find out at any rate.
Goku watched as his son quit grumbling and stared intently at one of the bunks. Walking over to the bunk and giving a sharp tug to one of the sides shortly followed the staring. Gohan was rewarded with a small creak for his efforts. "What are you doing, son?"
Gohan got a firmer grip on the bunk and widened his foot stance before answering. "That weird guy, he said we couldn't blast our way through the metal right? So, there has to be some other way out. This bunk is solidly attached to the wall. Maybe if we yank it off, we can bring some of the metal with it, making a crack or hole in the metal!"
The elder in the room laced a hand into the hair on the back of his head and answered with a simple, "Oh." He then watched as his son began pulling on the bunk with what appeared to be all of his might. Only, all it did was creak. Gohan then quit pulling and grumbled a few things that his mother would have shot him for. He then looked up to his father and said, "Dad, this… virus… it's sapping my strength. I can't… Dad, could you try pulling at this? I think you may have more luck."
"Sure Gohan," Goku smiled. "But if your mother ever found out that we were intentionally destroying a room, we would both have to run from the frying pan!"
This statement brought the hoped for response from his son, a smile. Goku hated to see anyone around him unhappy, especially his own son. He made his way to the opposite side of the bunk and caught as good of a grip on it as he could. He braced his feet and pulled with all the power in him. The brackets holding the bunk in place groaned and squealed. They put up a valiant effort to hold the bunk in place, but with a final burst of power from Goku, the wall-mounted bed came tumbling down.
Goku sat stunned for a moment with the bunk acrossed his legs. He then looked up, and was disappointed to find only 'screw holes' where the brackets had been attached. That didn't seem to slow Gohan down though, as he threw a smile over his shoulder at his dad, he ran to the newfound holes. The boy put his eye right up next to the thing and watched something silently.
Gohan wasn't sure, but he thought that this metal had an interesting quality. Several infact. Aside from the one already mentioned, it seemed it was only needed in a very thin layer over another substance to make said substance super resilient. It also seemed to serve as a sound barrier despite its width. And, as Gohan was exploiting right then, form the backside, if not attached to another substance, it served as a one way mirror.
This meaning that Gohan could see what was going on the other side of the thin sheet of ca' da' sore, but anyone on the other side couldn't see him. And though his viewing area was only the size of a screw hole, that was all he needed to see the purple haired freak in the next room. The screwy scientist seemed to be lounging in a chair that just did not look comfortable.
Yet, this was depressing. His father had torn his way through one layer of the metal, but there was another on just the other side. Thus, no Ki blast would make it through even now. Gohan stepped back from the wall and sighed. He had heard of bad days before but this whole week had been positively ridiculous. His sigh turned into a groan as the pain that had building for some minutes now began reaching an unstandable point.
The boy slid to the floor, wrapped his arms about his middle, and leaned back against the wall. Here we go again. Goku was at his side instantly. The father sat next to his son and draped an arm acroseed his shoulders, offering comfort to his son. Gohan shuddered with the building agony, but managed a smile for his father. No matter what happened, he had to remember this was his father, he couldn't hurt his father again!
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Where could he be? He should have been here yesterday, yet he never showed up. Iciris tossed his head and whined. Where was Gohan? The little purple dragon walked over to the mouth of the cave. It was almost sunny outside. Except for that bunch of clouds over there. But there was sunshine everyplace else.
No matter what the loud she animal said, it was time Iciris went in search of. The dragon leapt into the air and began beating his small wings furiously. With that small effort, the little fellow was soon above the treetops and flapping his way to the Son home. As the abode came into view, Iciris relaxed that the cloud mass was directly over top of the house. Well, that couldn't be good.
He flew in closer and came down for a landing. Rain that seemed to only know how to pour splatted his scales as he wandered over to Gohan's window. There was no one in there. Iciris made his way around the house checking each window in secession. Each showed rooms barren of life. The last window he stumbled acrossed did show life. The she animal that protected Gohan. She sat in the middle of the dark living room with her eyes leaking. Human's eyes seemed to leak a lot when they were emotional. Gohan's mother seemed upset.
Iciris, in an unconsience replica of Goku's personality, hated to see anyone upset. With this in mind, he tattled his way to the front door and shoved it open. The she animal still sat leaking water before him. She must have been upset. He walked forward slowly until he stood before her. Still no reaction. Slowly Iciris reached his head down and licked the woman's face.
Chi Chi stopped sobbing for a moment and stared stupidly at the dragon before her. It licked her face again. Chi Chi couldn't control herself. She burst out sobbing again and wrapped her arms around the little dragon. "Oh Icicris, my husband and child just disappeared! Gohan is sick, and, and, now I've let you into the house without a care! Wait, Iciris, do you think you can find them, my Gohan and Goku? Oh, please Iciris, see if you can find them for me!"
The little purple fellow cocked his head sideways and whined softly. He licked the distressed woman's face once more before running back out the door. He had a mission to accomplish.
I bet you all though I forgot about Gohan's favorite pet. Ha! Ok, that was worthwhile…