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The sun burnt author behind the story before you, does NOT own DBZ.
Author's Note:
Looky, Looky! I'm back and ready to roll. Mainly because it hurts to do much else. I managed to get sun burnt while hiking the west rim trail at the Grand Canyon. That's where I went on vacationJ It was fun, but remind me not to do it again soon. I went into Internet with drawl… I did get to see my Gohan though, as my motorhome is equipped with a TV and VCR for my viewing pleasure. I know, I'm spoiled. Thank you guys ever so much for all the encouraging comments. You got me to typing as soon as the ideas popped into my head. Now, I'll let you read and hope you enjoy, and, as always, give me more of those encouraging comments!
Outbreak: Weird Science (part 9)
His head felt so fuzzy. The world around him was really just a haze of sorts. Gohan knew that he had to focus through this though. He couldn't loose it again. The half saiyin was physically drained and mentally dead on his feet. Paying attention to his father's actions were essential, he had to be aware of when they could escape this room.
Thinking on the room, he really wished it would quit spinning at such weird angles. Having a room spinning before your eyes was one thing, having it spin in more than one direction was another. The evil stomach that seemed to be the cause of all of this in the first place found it nessacary to flop in the same directions the room span at. Gohan groaned and closed his eyes while clasping both hands to his stomach.
Goku was at his son's side instantly, asking if the boy was experiencing pain again. Gohan took a deep breath and shook his head 'no.' "No, it's not pain it's…"
Gohan learched to his feet as best he could and stumbled over to the toilet. There, he dropped to his knees and emptied his stomach into the metal bowl. This didn't account for much, since he had only had a bit of water from the near by spigot in the last twenty-four hours. Unfortunately, it wasn't only water and tummy acids coming up. Splatters of red hit the metallic surface as well.
The father had followed right behind his son on his treck to the not-so-porcelain goddess. He laid a hand on his son's shoulder and offered any support he could to the heaving boy. The child had been sick before in his young life, but NEVER to the extent of throwing up. And now his child was throwing up blood, a very bad thing.
After what seemed a very long time to both father and son, the heaving stopped. Gohan fairly collapsed back against his father's supportive hands. Goku leaned the boy against the closest wall and silently tore a small strip of cloth off of his boxers. He reached past the short distance to the wall-mounted water supply and wetted the cloth. He brought the cool rag up to his son's face and gently cleaned away the sickness. He rinsed it off and flopped it over the spigot.
The boy's eyes were closed and he sat breathing hard against the wall. Goku touched a hand to his son's pale, cool face. He traced a line down the child's cheek to the center of his chin, where Goku then lifted up the boy's face. Gohan halfway opened his eyes and offered a weak smile to his father. Goku returned one that was just as weak. The son clasped a hand onto his father's arm and his face took on a serious look. "Dad, please, keep trying to break out, please?"
Goku nodded just as solemnly and dropped his hand to the kid's shoulder and squeezed it again. He then stood and on his way back to the tear-in-the-wall he was creating, flushed the toilet.
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This study was very interesting, very interesting indeed. First the child stood up well to the virus, now he seemed to be breaking though. According to the DNA strand on his view screen, the boy must be having problems by now. Watching the strand he studied its gradual breakdown. Darlanton was intrigued. He wished he could see the boy's condition for himself, but that would involve using the large view screen. He didn't want to do that. Better that the prey only sees their pretetor once.
He was aware that Neela had a secret camera in the room. He was also aware that Neela had been VERY uncooperative in the past day. She was hiding something. He would not bother with her for now though, he would have to rework her circuitry in the near future. In any case, having visual of the boy's genetic make-up served all of his purposes well.
Darlanton could see full and well that the rungs of the DNA ladder were weakening. He didn't think the boy would actually make it through the whole year. It seemed his duo DNA had helped him when the virus was at lower levels, now it hurt him. And if Darlanton wasn't mistaken, this war was beginning to be a bloody one for his young test subject, literally.
The purple hair about Darlantons face swung wildly as he laughed his evil, raspy laugh. The angst for the father must be terrible. What would make it better would be the father himself being ill. Why had that blasted Neela not been working on the secondary virus?
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The monitor led Iciris down long stretches of hall. Neela had had a secondary view on the two prisoners since the doctor had decided to up the ante. The child was now throwing up blood. Amongst these peoples, that was a sign of serious problems. If she and this young dragon could not free the child, he would die in a cold, unfeeling, metal room with only his father's tears to mourn him.
Worse yet, Neela was fairly sure that were the child to die, the father would not be far behind. The grief he displayed for his son was all that Neela needed to see this coming. She found, through serious sole searching, that she had developed an attachment to this man as well as the boy. He was a good man, who would drop any and all of his sufferings for his son. In another life, in another form, she was sure she could have been friends with this Son Goku.
That would not happen now though, she was sure. In any case though, she would save them. Saying of course that her young helper could hold up his end. The monitor came to a halt before a set of what appeared to be sliding metal doors. "Iciris, This is the first of three security doors to the doctor's position. I have unlocked them, but they do not slide on they're own. The doctor uses what you would refer to as a crow bar to pry them open. I suggest that you use your, eh, object to do the same."
Iciris purred his amusement before nodding and setting to work on the door. He stuck a corner of the base of his 'object' into the gap between the doors and pulled on the rod. A small click could be heard and the doors slid open. Iciris bobbed his head again and waddled down the hall after Neela to the second security lock and to his friends.
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Goku yanked on the screw hole with all of his might. Grief and anger were at war with in him. The last time he had felt either of these emotions in half this amount was when Freeza had killed Krillin. Unfortunately, going Super Saiyen wasn't likely to save his son. There was a thought, Super Saiyen. His strength increased in that form… Without a second thought, the grief stricken father's hair flashed a lovely golden color and his eyes went blue.
He barely noticed his son gasp in amazement in the corner of the room. All he focused on was the job at hand. He caught a better grip on his homemade pry bar and yanked. To his surprise, the metal tore.
Oh goodness. I think I truly am evil. Just remember, no one can kill me for my actions until the END of the story, else you'll never know what I do to my sweet little Gohan. And, I'll say it again since you guys made me so happy, THANK YOU for COMMENTING!