Disclaimer:
*Sob* I don't own them, but I do have fun hurting them.
Author's Note:
I got the next part out, see? I have a lack of conversation for the beginning part here, except that I can't be doing to bad with this story if you guys can stand re-reading it over and over again. And who can forget the classic, comment please! J Oh, and language warning.
Outbreak: Weird Science (part 10)
The doctor looked up from his studies. He had distinctly heard a creak. A creak that sounded suspiciously like metal. That was impossible, ca' da' sore was impregnable, unbreakable, and certainly non-creaking. Darlanton studied the wall that stood between him and his test subjects. He watched as the wall went from flat to bulging in one spot. The doctor's eyes bulged along with it.
This was impossible! Yet the wall continued stretching, creaking, and groaning out its personal terror. Then the ca' da' sore could stretch no further. It gave a final squeal before cracking. A mans fist was revealed. The hand unfolded and the fingers clasped the edge of the opening. Muscles on the hand tensed and the edge was slowly moved out of the way. A second hand reached into the enlarging opening and placed its pressure on the other side.
Goku stood on the other side of the breaking down wall and pulled with all of his might. A vein on his for-head pulsed with the effort. It did not matter that he had not eaten in the past day, anger and desperation fueled his muscles just the same. He had to save his son, atleast from this… place. Goku hoped he could save his son's life as well, but… if he had to die, it would not be here!
After the initial tear had been created, Goku had had no problems with tearing a man-sized hole in the first sheet of ca' da' sore. Finding a second sheet behind the first had surprised Goku more than he cared to admit. One glance at his pale and shivering son had eliminated any idea of working out a sophisticated plan of escape. Desperation had convinced him to simply place pressure on the metal in one spot. He knew better than to out right punch it, but leaning on it with his Super Saiyen bulk behind him had done the trick.
Goku had seen Darlanton as soon as he had torn the first sheet of metal. He was pleased by the terror that so plainly shown on the man's face when his hand broke through. This was unnatural for him, to be pleased at such a thing. This too was fueled by anger. That and lack of food, sleep, and… hope. The metal squeaked and squealed, but Goku opened it so that he could step through with out having to duck. And he did just that.
Darlanton cowered in his chair. One hand was firmly placed on the chair arm, so firmly in fact that his knuckles were as white as green skin would allow. The other slender hand was held up in a very defensive manor. Purple eyes were wide with fear, or astonishment? Emerald lips worked silently. "You… you are a Super Saiyen? That cannot be! You tore ca' da 'sore, that is impossible!"
The golden haired father pointedly glared at the cowering man. "You hurt my son."
"You misunderstand my work! *Gulp*, I am a scientist! I needed to test!"
Goku closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly down and to the right. "You needed to test huh? No. You needed to kill; you needed to drive innocents mad! You have devastated the entire populace of Satan City with your 'test'! You are threatening my entire world! That is wrong, and I cannot allow you to continue it." Goku's eyes suddenly snapped open. " And worse yet, you threatened and hurt my son."
The doctor's eyes opened wider, if that was possible. As if realizing that upsetting the father with this had been a very big mistake. His raspy voice squeaked. "I must test! It is in my nature! But… but… I have a cure as well! When testing a virus you need a cure!" Suddenly the doctor quit shaking and his emerald lips turned up in a devious grin. "If you want to save your son, you need a cure. You need me."
At that moment, Goku had the sudden urge to use the man's throaght as a mantelpiece. How dare Darlanton threaten him with this cure? He would ring it out of the man. He would string him up by his toenails if that is what it took. In any case, he wouldn't let his son die because this guy wanted to be a jackass. He took a step toward the fellow.
"No! You cannot hurt me, I know the cure! I alone know it. If you hurt me, I shall not tell. Then it will be your son that suffers, Saiyen. I…"
Darlanton cut off, as something seemed to have caught his eye. Goku was made aware of what it was when a growl issued from behind him. He whipped around. Gohan stood half bent just inside the tear. He had one hand tightly curled around his waist while the other curled and uncurled at his side. His mouth was formed into what appeared to be a permanent snarl and blood dripped from one corner of it. Thick, black bangs partially covered his eyes, eyes that had no pupils.
The boy snarled again, looking very much like a rabid animal. Only, a rabid animal has spit foaming on its mouth, when Gohan snarled, blood bubbled at the sides of his mouth. Goku reached out a hand to his son and said in a pained voice, "Gohan…"
Gohan continued growling and stalked past his father. He stopped, just out of Goku's arm length, and snarled towards Darlanton, "Fucking bastard, DIE!"
With that, the boy leapt and tackled Darlanton, taking down the mad scientist, the chair, and Gohan himself, to floor level. He then drew back his free hand, curled it into a fist, and nailed Darlanton square in the noes. The doctor's body convulsed and he gurgled, then the green body relaxed. Gohan's eyes suddenly returned to normal and he looked at his fist. The boy slowly drew it away, revealing that Darlanton's knife like noes had been shoved into his head, instant death.
Gohan looked from his fist back to Darlanton's face. Soulless purple eyes gazed back at him. The shocked boy looked back at his fist and slowly began backing away. He continued backing until he hit the wall on the far side of the room. There he simply sat staring at his curled fist.
Goku was stunned. That, he had not expected. His son had never killed in cold blood before. Obviously, that is what had the boy in his current shocked state. Goku loathed to think it, but his son had every right to killing that monster, Goku even thought that maybe a more tortures death would have been in order. Goku shook his head and dropped out of Super Saiyen, his son was what was important now. He walked over to his son and laid a hand on his shoulder and began his very familiar prodding, "Gohan, Gohan, talk to me son. Gohan…"
He didn't get a response from his son, but he did from a previously unnoticed door near by. A sort of grinding click, followed by the swoosh of the sliding doors opening. There stood Iciris, and a floating monitor. "Iciris! How did you get in here boy?"
Iciris yelped and ran to where Goku stood. He gave Goku a quick lick before lowering himself to Gohan's level and beginning on his face. "I let him in. I needed a solid form to rescue the two of you. I underestimated your strengths it seems. I am Neela, the spirit of this ship. Darlanton…" she sniffled, "was my creator. I loathe to say it, but his sort is better off dead. Any one who could torment a little boy…"
"Do you know the cure? Darlanton had said that only he knew the cure, but I hoped, maybe you know the cure?"
The woman on the monitor nodded and smiled. "That I do. Pick him up and follow me please."
Goku did, saying a quick apology to Iciris, and walked after Neela. A small sob startled him out of his thoughts. "I, I killed him…"
"Oh Gohan, it wasn't you. That Virus had control of you."
Gohan shuddered and finally dropped his fist. He looked up at his father with large eyes. "I'm not so sure dad. I wanted to kill him. He was the Virus to me. I had to kill him. I wanted to kill him."
Goku gave his son what he hoped was an understanding look. He didn't dare tell the boy that he too wanted the man dead. Goku suddenly walked into the backside of the monitor, which had stopped in mid-flight. He stepped back a step and took one hand to rub a spot on his head. Gohan couldn't help himself, despite everything that had happened recently, he giggled. The father looked at his son and grinned his best 'oops' grin. Neela coughed quietly.
Goku looked up to discover a door had been opened and he was expected to enter. He nodded to her and walked through. "Place the boy on the bed please, I will activate the cure sequence."
Goku stepped to the bed and sat down with Gohan still in his arms. He would not let his son do this alone, not while the boy still shivered as it was. Neela glanced at him and nodded. The monitor floated toward a near by keypad, where the keys began depressing of their own accord. A hiss and a bleep heralded the arrival of a metal loop above the bed. Another hiss and a fine mist began spraying from tiny hole in the loop.
Gohan studied them and breathed deep. The boy shuddered, and shuddered again. He closed his eyes and buried his head in his father's bruised torso and whimpered. The spray continued. Goku looked at his child and back up to Neela, with the wide eyes of a frightened child. "It is part of the recovery process." she explained.
Then the spray stopped and the metal loop retracted into the ceiling. Gohan slowly pulled his head away from his father's skin and looked about the room with fresh eyes. He looked at his father and smiled wide. "The pain, it gone!" he then frowned and looked at Neela, "But I'm still weak."
"Yes, in a day or two you should recover your strength. Now, I have plans for making the city recover. Clouds surround this ship; it can also create clouds. I shall seed these with the cure. The mist and the sent that will ensue will cure everyone infected. And before you asked why I helped you, I will simply say that I discovered the doctor was evil and I had to fix his wrong doings." She smiled and looked at Iciris. "And I made a friend."
Gohan tilted his head to the side and questioned, "What will you do once you have spread the cure?"
"I will self destruct the ship."
"Won't that destroy you?"
"Not necessarily, I have an idea or two…"
And you all thought I was going to kill him… tsk tsk. All right, one last part is coming for this series, then you'll have to deal with me trying to start a new one. (I have a few ideas bouncing around my head there…) I killed him, I killed Darlanton, I almost feel bad… Any way, was this good, yes no? Next part coming out in the very near future.