Disclaimer:
Hi! I'm a teenager from America. Do you really think I created those nice little DBZ people in their nice little DBZ world? I didn't thinks so.
Author's Note:
Yes, writer's block IS contagious. But I have found the cure! A nice long shower and a whole load of DBZ tapes. (Your choice if they are subtitled or dubbed) Atleast it worked for me. Got done watching just two episodes and I was just full of ideas. Hopped on the computer and started typing, and it acutely came out right! I'm cured (albeit temperaroly)! I think we should all try to find our cures. All right, I'm done rambling now. Tell me what you think, 'cause my ESP still doesn't work (needs new batteries I think J ).
Outbreak: Weird Science (part 7)
"It's alright Gohan, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere Gohan." Goku soothed.
His son had been thrown into another one of those pain filled fits. Of the ones Goku had sat with him through though, this was the first where Gohan had started saying stuff that didn't make sense. Like he was caught in a nightmare. When Gohan had begun screaming out something about Freeza killing his father, Goku had begun his gentle reassurances that he was right there. It didn't seem to be getting through to well though.
Gohan groaned and began flopping about again before continuing with his tormented screams. "Gahhh! No… Freeza… NO… can't kill dad. DIE!"
How could he get through to his son? Talking didn't do the trick the way it would in a fairy tail world. Goku sniffed and realized that he himself was crying again. This just was not right. What had his son ever done to deserve this? NOTHING! Gohan did his studies for his mother, found the time to play with Iciris, train with his father and Piccolo, and still manage to be a kid. Gohan was a good child.
His train of thought was put on hold abruptly when a fist nailed him square in the chest. Goku looked at the burden he held so tightly on his lap. Gohan was mumbling something uncomprehendable and beating his father's chest and torso in time with the grimaces on his face. "Mr. Piccolo can't be evil… NO… Garlic Jr. can't have Mr. Piccolo! Oh Kame… not Krillin too… I'm alone?"
"Gohan, son, your not alone! I'm right here Gohan. If only I could get you to know that. Gohan, daddy is right here. Piccolo and Krillin are just fine," oh, this was SO frustrating.
Wait, if talking didn't get through, maybe telepathy? Why not? Go directly to the source of the problem, that would work best. Goku closed his eyes and concentrated he spoke aloud the same words that he sent right into his son's head. "Gohan, its dad. I'm right here with you son. You're all right. Why don't you open your eyes and talk to me now Gohan?"
The boy's fist quit moving in mid flight towards his father's flesh. Slowly, it and the other hand were wrapped about Gohan's middle again. The boy shuddered once before turning his head up towards his father's worried face. "Thank you daddy, thank you."
Goku managed a bright smile for his son. "Gohan, don't worry about it. I love you and that is what counts. I'll always be right here with you."
This Goku topped by gently ruffling up his son's hair. He was rewarded with a weak smile from Gohan. As fate would have it though, it seemed this synthetic virus had the same perfect timing in ruining a moment as any good villain would. Another wave of pain over took Gohan and he shuddered again before burying his head in his father's chest and screaming out his agony.
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As she watched, she was very nearly amazed at the morbid fascination of her creator. What kind of heartless bastard could enjoy watching such a thing? An emotionally detached scientist she supposed. But Darlanton was far from 'emotionally detached.' He very much got into his work, and this virus was nothing new in that respect.
At one time, she was his pride and joy, proof of his ability to create 'life.' A computer that was aware of what went on around her. Infact, her very name, in the Aiel language, referred to life. Neela. That was just it though, she was AWARE of what was going on. The tormenting of a species who had no way of counteracting such advanced technology. She knew straight down to her base computer chips that this was wrong.
Dare she go against her creator though? With out Darlanton, the universe would never have known Neela. But Darlanton tended to build and move on. She had once been his favorite, now he took her for granted. Neela was no slave. She was a living thinking being. Daralnton had the gal to treat and use her only as a computer. The problem with that was, she had feelings as well…
Neela was beginning to discover that amongst these feeling was a distinct maternal instinct. The fact that she was forced to observe the systematic tormenting of this child had brought that out. She did not believe the boy nor his father deserved this. Of course, none of the people on this planet deserved this, but she had to watch this boy go through it. She had to watch the father's tears and listen to his attempts to comfort.
Though the logical part of her loathed to admit it, she was becoming attached to this child. He seemed to be a strong boy. Anyone who would suffer such pain and still smile for the sake of his or her father was stronger in resolution than she could ever hope to be. And he seemed to be a very intelligent boy considering the two species he came from. It was his idea to test the wall-mounted bed as an escape route. She hoped the boy's mother appreciated her son's abilities as much as his father appeared to.
Yes, she would help these two people. She may be too late to help many others, but she could help these two. She had already begun helping them really. She had never told Darlanton about the prisoner's escape attempt. And how she believed that if they were left alone long enough, the boy would find the REAL weak point. She had not been developing a new version of the virus to test on the adult saiyen as Darlanton had requested.
It was not too late to change her ways. She had to help these people, especially the boy. She didn't know what she would do if something worse happened to the boy. Such an innocent child didn't deserve this. She would begin right away on disarming alarms on the ship. What she needed though, was a solid form to complete her work. But where could she get a solid form without alerting the Doctor?
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The young dragon had flown over every inch of space in that woods and had covered most of the space in Satan City. Yet he hadn't discovered a thing. Since he had checked every place else, curiosity got the better of Gohan's purple-scaled friend. He flew up to the mass of clouds just above the Son home. There was something very wrong with the feel of those clouds.
Preparing himself for potential lightning strikes, Iciris flew headfirst into the raging thunderhead. The cloud was so thick and dark that Iciris couldn't see a thing. He continued flying just the same. Suddenly his path was impeded by a very solid object. The dragon could make out a hint of a shape through the condensed water. As he looked, he discovered a very large shiny, pointy… thing… in the clouds. He took the time to fly around the object.
His search was rewarded with the discovery of the outline of a door in the side. Iciris sniffed at the crack around the door and found the scent he had been after all day, GOHAN! The dragon then proceeded to dig his claws into the crack and pull with all the might that a young dragon could muster. To his dismay, nothing happened. Perhaps more leverage? Yes.
Icris took off flying towards the ground. He swooped back into the forest and found a sturdy looking stick that would fit into the crack. Snatching it up, Icicrs inspected his find for a moment before bobbing his head and taking off with it back towards the clouds. Small wings maneuvered the dragon back to the door of the ship and the young dragon proceeded to ram the stick into the crack. He braced his feet against the side of the ship and began tugging on it. One way or another, he would find his friend. That's all there was to it.
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The computer watched rather sadly as the doctor told her of his plans. "Neela, this boy, look at him, he stands up rather well to this. Maybe I should turn the virus up a notch and see what happens. Yes, I believe that will serve my studies very well."
Neela fervently hoped he would not tell HER to send in that command. She knew she would not be able to do it. To her slight relief the doctor did it himself. A few commands typed in and the virus's every effect was upped a 'notch' as he worded it. Neela quickly flipped her viewing area to the hidden camera in the prisoner's room. She watched as the boy she had become attached to stiffened and screeched like death was on his heels. He didn't even bury his head this time, like he had every other.
When the boy ran out of breath his scream ended. But his muscles had not loosened. Suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and his entire body fell limp into his father's arms. Neela watched as Goku gently shock the boy and called out his name. "Gohan, Gohan. Oh no, GOHAN!"
Goku sat for a moment after that and looked stupidly at his son. Then he grasped the boy tightly to his chest and a fresh batch of tears rolled down his face. The scream from him following this was well warranted. "WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE MY SON OUT OF THIS? HE NEVER DID ANY THING TO YOU! DAMN YOU, leave my son alone…"
The last was cut off by sobbing on the part of the father. Neela felt like crying herself. She needed that solid form NOW. Wait, there was something scratching at the outside of the ship, hmm.
I gave you subtle hints from when I first introduced her, now tell me, did you guess that Neela was going to flip sides? You notice how a majority of the people who flip sides do it because of Gohan? Strange…