Time.... Does it start when a life begins?
Does it stop when another's end?
Forever moving,
When all is gone.
But with each precious moment.
They are locked away forever.
~Topaz989~
We now bring to you a special update on the Western City Disaster Live with Cammy Boyd.
"Thanks Chris. As you all know, the home of Earth's Special Forces and Capsule Corps has been destroyed and lays in ruins. But not by an alien, a monster or Vegeta.... instead it was Mother Nature who annihilated the city that was once populated with at least eighty THOUSAND people. Workers and paramedics have been working around the clock to evacuate the residents and recover those who are buried. Today we have world renowned scientist, Dr. Techimo. Dr. Techimo.... what exactly caused this sort of disaster to happen?" asked Cammy as the screen divided. A middle aged man stood with the background of the demolished city. He quickly brushed a few strands of gray hair out of his eyes to cover the small bald spot that seemed to shine against the camera's light.
"Well Cammy. As you can see, on this map, here is the island that Western City resides on. As you can see, one large fault line is directly in the center with four sub ones branching off all in the same area. So if there was a major earthquake, it would literally leave the city in ruins."
"Thank You, Dr.Techimo and now back to you Chris......"
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"How can you stand to listen to that stuff constantly. All they do is blabber over and over at how badly the city's destroyed!" hissed Vegeta as he turned the TV off. Bulma turned towards him. Her hands were all jittery as she held her coffee in her hands. The hotel room was warm and comfortable but her soul felt cold and uneasy.
"Our.... children are out there. You saw what that poison gas did to those corpses that those people found." Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Look, Trunks is over at Kame Island and Bra is half Saiyan. She ain't gonna get killed by some ridiculous gas. She can tolerate a hundred times over the normal human. They'll find her long before the stuff takes effect since its all diluted at the bottom and now floating high in the sky," he replied as he walked over and picked up his travel along Gravity Room Capsule.
"HOW, CAN YOU SAY THAT!!! THESE AREN'T YOUR MERE SUBJECTS!! They are your own flesh and blood." Vegeta turned towards her. His eyes never changed as he began to study her face.
"Woman, I'd rather put faith that they will get through this then whine about how much they are gonna die," he spoke as he turned and walked through the door. He then felt two arms clasp around his waste. Bulma placed her hand over his heart.
"....is this your way of saying you are worried about them?" she whispered. Vegeta sighed as he placed his hand over hers.
"......"
"Vegeta?"
"Listen woman, I can't just go there. I give off too much ki. The second I get there, I'll blow up and I can't afford to die with the Dragonballs gone."
Bulma sighed as she released her grasp. Vegeta turned towards her and began to walk up to the roof. Living on Earth has defiantly made him soft. He still remembered the good old days back when you screwed a female and moved on. Yeah, those were the days. But like all good things in life, they had to come to an end. Now he himself was in the next stage, a family. A family that is separated by at least 2000 miles.
Vegeta reached deep inside his pocket and pulled out a tiny box. His hands slowly pulled off the disintegrating paper that was used to hold it. He flipped over the cover and pulled out a badly sewed handkerchief.....
10 years before.....
"Hey Daddy, guess what! Mommy says that its been exactly twenty years since you came to earth!!!" cried Bra. Her small polka dot dressed bounced up and down as Vegeta was busy pulling his gloves on for the tournament.
"Uh huh, listen..... Bra, I Daddy needs to go kick your older brother's ass right now.So I suggest you get out of he**...."
"BUT DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE MY PRESENT I'S MADE FOUR YOUS?" she whimpered as she clung on to his leg. Vegeta growled as he folded his eyes. A bead of sweat began to form on his face when he noticed some of the other fighters staring and laughing a bit.
"Fine, fine, just hurry up."
"Do you promise you will keep it?"
"....*sigh*yes I promise I'll keep it?"he replied lazily.
"....will you use your Saiyan's Royal Honor Pledge!?!"
"WHAT!?! HOW DID YOU FIND OU*.... "
"PUH-LEASE DADDYYYYYY!!!" she whimpered as her eyelashes fluttered quite a bit. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he moved his hands in a series of motions, ending with one knee to the ground.
"There, you happy," he grumbled. Bra's cheeks light up as she handed it to him. Vegeta shrugged it off and placed it in his pocket as he watched Bra run back to Bulma.
"It took me 10 years to open this thing....." he whispered. She placed her heart in it ten years ago, it took him ten years to finally have the heart to open it.
"Bra..." He always treated her like a princess. He should've treated her like he was her father instead.
He always believed that as long as she got her hefty allowance, clothes, cars, and all that nonsense.... she was happy. Didn't Bulma say that's what love is? Making someone else happy?"
Vegeta finally reached the rooftop. Perfect. Wide enough for the capsule to work. His thumb moved over the top and pressed it hard. A light 'click' sound was made as he tossed the item in the middle of the floor. Sure the travel one wasn't as big as the other one at home was, but at least it was nice enought to train in.
Vegeta walked in towards the control panel. It only went up to 150 x the gravity of Earth but it was training none the less. His mind wandered towards the sky. He could've been up there, conquering planet after planet for a blood thirsty mongrel who thought of him as a silly, dirty, hairy ape. He could've been up there as a puppet of Bebi. He could've been up there as Saiyan Royalty and be worshipped by his fellow man instead of insulted all the time.
Now he was stuck here. Before all he had was his pride.... then he had a family.... he resented his family to have only have pride once more..... now they have become a part of that pride. His pride was out there. Vegeta pulled his tank top off revealing the diamond cut muscles that took him years to perfect.
"A good 8,000 pushups will warm me up," he spoke as he went into the front leaning position. His mind wandered as he began the tedious task of contracting his muscles to push himself up and down. He then began to remember of what he said earlier....
~I can't just go there. I give off too much ki. The second I get there, I'll blow up and I can't afford to die with the Dragonballs gone~
Was he scared that he couldn't do worth shit to get them out? NO!! He was the great Prince of all Saiyans!!!.....
"Who only has his family left," he whispered. Thoughts of the end of his planet and years of tolerating Freeza's incessant taunting. Goku was gone. There was no other competion left. He only had his family and only his family. Vegeta got up and walked over towards the monitor. He began to fumble with the wires and soon the news was back on.
Bulma smiled as she watched Vegeta sit Indian style on the floor, watching the news casters read off the areas that were searched. She walked over towards him and sat down next to him. Vegeta's eyes shifted a bit towards her.
*Why hide it any more?" Vegeta closed his eyes as he placed an arm around her shoulder. Bulma's eyes began to twitch.
"Go ahead. If it makes you feel better."
Bulma closed her eyes as tears fell from her eyes and onto his shoulder. She buried her head into his shoulder, sobbing for her little girl stuck in hell.
The two dropped down towards the floating piece of wreckage. Apparently it was part of a broken stern on a boat. The water was filled with floating bodies as oil seemed to spew from its old gasoline tanks. Trunks and Goten searched through the wreckage.
"Do you see anything?" asked Trunks.
"not...WAIT A SEC!! Over there, by the first aid box," Goten shouted as he pulled out two broken ores. Trunks searched until his eyes caught glance of the bright orange life raft. "Good thing you thought of this,Trunks; I was starting to feel a bit light headed up there," spoke Goten as the two flew towards a clear area and opened up the package.
"You weren't the only one," he replied as he tugged the rope.
Slowly but surely, it began to expand and ripple. Trunks immediately sat himself on one side of the portable raft while Goten landed on the other.
"Its best that we row the rest of the way and take the southern pier to the city. The gas looks thinner there. We'll split up, and meet back at Capsule Corps by 8 PM." Goten shook his head.
"I'll row the first half, you go ahead and row the second," said Goten as he grabbed the two ores and began to row. Trunks leaned back. His forearms rested on each side while he rested his head on the base of the raft. He hadn't had any sleep yet. His eyes slowly closed as he watched the sky's shaded darkness become a blanket of blood.
Watching the little birds fall out of the sky and sink into the eternal sea and sensing small bursts of ki being extinguished. His eyes closed.
~The room was pitch black. A lone light shown on a small figure as she was on her knees, chanting. Her blue hair flowed as the little red leather outfit gleamed under the spotlight.
"Bra? Bra-chan, is that you?" asked Trunks as he approached her. A piece of red glass shot from the floor and blocked him. Trunks looked at it as he went Super Saiyan. His blond hair shot from his scalp and hardened into various spikes while his eyes gleamed a dangerous green. His hands began to do a series of motions until his fingers stopped to form a slight diamond. A high burst of energy shot from his hands as he desperately attempts to break through the glass. He could feel the small embers of energy bounce back and burn holes into his jacket. His hands kept blasting the concentrated burst of energy till he dropped his SSJ form.
He wheezed as he pressed his hand against the glass. He was not in the shape he was back when he was a teen.
"...bra...." he muttered. His eyes widened as a figure in black robes was walking behind her. His dark shadow casted upon her... til only the crystal blue color of her eyes were all he could see. A long reaper's blade gleamed under the light as Bra continued to pray.
"BRA LOOK OUT!!!BEHIND YOU!!!" he screamed as he pounded against the shield. Bra slowly looked up into the sky. Her eyes then moved over towards where he was standing.
The figure rose his mighty blade and jabbed it right through her chest. Her face never wavered as the glass finally shattered.
"BRA!!!" he screamed as he ran and held her in his arms. Her head lightly turned towards him, staring at his waivering eyes.
"Why couldn't you save me?" she whispered as her blood trickled down all over his clothes. Staining them..... staining them....... staining them forever......
"Trunks? Trunks, wake up. Its your turn," spoke Goten as he gave Trunks a little nudge with the ore.
"But.... I just fell asleep,"he replied as he rubbed his semi closed eyes and stretched himself. Goten cocked an eyebrow.
"Umm, Trunks, I've been rowing for two hours. Geez, and I thought I was heavy sleeper. Now come on, I haven't had any sleep either," he spoke as he handed Trunks the two broken ores. Trunks sighed as Goten laid on his side to take a nap. The sun broke out at the distance. His body felt a little sore from all that flying and little sleep. He turned towards the water. Feathers, from the birds, littered the waves as if an angel was slaughtered before him. The dream. It never changed... until now. He always woke up after he went Super Saiyan. But now he saw the complete thing, and he didn't like it all. Was it a sign from god that it was Bra's time?
"...bra....onee-chan.....I'll find you..... just hold on....." he spoke as another bird fell from the air and struck the water. The tiny little dove's feathers were a dark red as they littered the water. Trunks gazed over towards Western City. Brief flashes of explosions streamed all around as bright balls of light, each following with a large explosion.
Already he can feel the torturous pangs of death and rage. Already he can feel their need to escape from the rubble that buried them. The clouds were dark as the rain began to pour. Goten twitched his nose as droplets began to fall on him. Trunks placed his long coat over himself and Goten as Goten reached over to feel it. The gas apparently gave the rain a small urban red tint to it. "Trunks..... the sky... is bleeding."
4:34 A.M
Pan ran down the alley trying to seek shelter from the downpour. An old woman walked along the streets. Her hair was a dusty gray while blood trickled from her mouth. Pan stared at her. What was wrong with her? She seemed to weaver back and forth like she was drunk. Is she alright?
"Hello? Hey, are you alright?" asked Pan. The woman stopped. She slowly turned her head and cocked her head.
"Who are you? Are you one of them? Are you the one who destroyed the city!?!" she shrieked as she waved her hands in the air.
"Whoa, calm down. No one destroyed this city. It was just an earthqua**...."
"Wait... those eyes.... Chi Chi?Oh... you're here." "Huh? But Malo..... I am not Chi Chi, I am your niece, Pa*...." "Shhh. They'll hear you," she spoke as she placed her hand over Pan's mouth. Come child. We must flee for shelter.... before the Americans drop another on us.... " She appeared to be in her mid fifties with heavy wrinkles under her eyes. "... don't worry child. My uncle will protect us!!" she whispered as she jerked Pan by the arm. The two speed quickly down the street. The mud had a copper tone to it as she leaped over the corpse of a dead woman and her child. They reached a small half-way demolished home. Pan, using her Saiyan strength, heaved the large roof from off the ground and onto some poles. pulled out a gold pocketwatch. Pan looked at it. A small lotus blossom was ingraved on the cover. Its shine blinded her as it shimmered under the rising sun. A small inscription was at the bottom.
~Aishiteru, Onee-Chan~
"I Love You, Sister," she spoke as her finger slid to the top and clicked opened the watch. The hands stood in the same spot.... 12:45 A.M. under the hands was a black and white picture of a man in a uniform and a white scarf drafted around his neck. He was quite handsome. His eyes seemed to be filled with an eternal flame of pride. "A kamakazi pilot?" she asked.
"That is my uncle.... Orokosaki. We were very close. He would always tell me his adventure everynight about how he flew into Pearl Harbor annhilating the silly Americians. But then, in the end, he had to go and sink his plane into them. It was a good day to die. He wanted to save us all. He gained the greatest honor of all. My mother always told me the story everynight. Just to insure that his legend lived on.
Japan....1945....(Mayumi's POV)
It was dinner time at the Guyana house as I, my mother and my brother Orokosaki sat at the floor. Mother had me dressed in my finest silks while she was garnished in her beautiful kabuki robes that had small jade flowers and a gold trim. Our last night of dinner together.
"My son, are you feeling well?"
"Mother, there is no greater honor, then to die for my country in battle. How can you deem me sick when it is obvious that joy has over came me."
Orokosaki, picked the pink meat off the sea urchin. Its crab like taste inthrilled his mouth. He then turned towards me.
"Oka-San?"
"Yes son?"
"May I speak with Mayumi for a second? It is very important," My brother asked as my chopsticks picked up a small twirl of 'Stir-Fry'. I was quite surprised. My mother bowed her head as he took me on his shoulder.
He took me outside and set me on the wooden bamboo swing that my grandfather and father built a generation before. We swung there a bit as he reached out and pulled out a pocketwatch.
"My sister.... tomorrow you won't see me in person.... for I will be gone by the time you wake up."
"Don't go, Orokosaki....please... let someone else...."
"Go? Who? One male member of each family must go out and serve for the Kamakazi. If I don't, your brother Horotza will have to go. He is a very prosperous man with a good family and very good business. He does not deserve to lose it all after earning so much. I will die tomorrow. But I will die in battle. No greater honor can be achieved by that and my legend will be told from child to child."
"But Orokosaki? Why must you bring me out here then?" I asked.
"Mayumi.... I want you to have this. Our father,grandfather, and his grand father before all held this watch. I have no children and after a meeting with my superiors this will protect you when you are in trouble. The time will come. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a few hundred years ago. Take care of this watch."
My brother's watch.... continued on for 6 decades.... and now the hands have stopped. I have no children. You.... you were the only person I saw alive here.... the Americans.... they must be attacking..... child, take the pocketwatch.... "
"....I..."
"TAKE IT!!!! TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT!!!!!" she screamed as she grabbed pan by the collar. Her eyes were wide as nails seemed to dig into Pan's skin. Pan gasped as the woman gritted her teeth. Blood began run out of her mouth. She was dying. Pan picked up the pocketwatch and placed it in her pocket. The woman rolled back her eyes. Death was in her breath as she stood there, still clutching Pan by the shoulders. Pan's mouth was in shock as she slowly pryed her hands off. Mayumi fell on the ground. Dust parted from side to side as she laid there. Was it a couincidence that she should meet her? Who knew? Pan picked the pocketwatch out of her pocket and opened it once more. The narrow eyes of the long dead pilot watched her face as if he was studing her.
"What are the chances?" she whispered. Did god send this as a sign? A warning? She placed it back in her pocket. 12:45..... the time when god released his anger upon her homeland.
Cammy Boyd: .... and so, after finding an old canaster, officials have discovered the name of the chemical gas that has been bringing Western City too its knees called , 17-B106. Scientist are baffled at its nature now and have discovered that the canisters were buried years before. We will have more later tonight.....and now a word from our sponsors....
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"Bakas, why are they advertising Meow Mix at a time like this!?!"
grunted Bulma as she stood up and switched it to CNN.
"Dear, is something wrong?" spoke a voice. Bulma turned.
"Oh hey, Dad. Sorry to wake you up...."
"Its alright, honey. So what is the news about the Western City Earthquake?" asked Mr.Briefs as he leaned on his oak cane. Bulma folded her arms.
"Well, they managed to figure out where that gas came from. Its like some sort of compound that was stored underground all around the city in case the Americans attacked." Mr.Brief's face soured. "Daddy, what's wrong?" asked Bulma as she walked towards him.
"What was it called?"
"17-B106....why do you ask? ... Daddy... are you okay?" asked Bulma as the old man sat down in the chair, murmuring to himself.
"I never realized it would ever be used.... I guess I was wrong..." he whispered.
"What the hell are you talking about!?!" rambled Vegeta as he flipped the channel. Dr.Brief's blue eyes seemed to dull that moment. His body shook quite a bit as he then sat in a green leather chair with a somewhat springy base.
"My grandfather was the one who created it, and I was there to watch it all happen."
"You mean to say, all those deaths, the madness....."
"Yes Bulma. Every single drop of their fallen blood is forever stained on my hands," he spoke as he looked down in shame. Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her father was a good man. A very very good man who cared deeply about his family and friends. Always finding time to devise a new toy back when Trunks and Bra were young. Always donating money for charity. How could her father be part of the product of mass genocide?
"Father... were you..."
"No, I was too young to do much. But if I was, then I would be full well responsible. I do have something that may help. I kept my grandfather's journal with me at all times. Very interesting notes I may add. It may help some." Dr.Briefs paced himself down towards his room with Bulma following. He quickly picked up a capusule and tossed it to the ground. An old filing cabinet popped right out as it impacted the ground.
"Middle drawer... under "Project Toriyama".... brown book.... page 13."
It was like he practically memorized the location. As if he has been here over and over. Her father's eyes that were once bright with admiration, briliance, and a sense of gentleness were grazed over with fatigue and sorrow. Bulma reached over and found a book. Its metal binding was rusted over while the brown cover looked as if it had been decaying for years.... decades to be exact. Her fingers lightly flipped it open.
"Trunks?" she mumbled. Dr. Briefs slid a hand in his lab coat pocket and gave out a heartily laugh.
"No.... no... That's your great grandfather.... Dr.Boxers." Bulma cocked her head to the side.
"Well.... yes but.... he looks so much like him.... except he looks a bit older and his hair is shorter...."
"...unfortunatly.... he's the partially responsible for all of this. He was merely doing his job for the war effort. The goverment refused to clean out the stored chemicals saying it would cost to much."
Bulma turned the next page. A journal. Day by day. Year by year. The events of what happened during those dark times.
Japan...1940....
Four men and a woman came walking through the coridors as scientists hastenly parted from side to side. The rooms were filled with a sense of discomfort for their leaders had come. They peered from side to side, admiring the loving tone of the brass as a maid carefully buffed the imperfections of grubby finger prints and dust. An office laid ahead of the small group. A man began to walk out till he noticed his superiors walking his way. The man immediatly pulled his coat till it was in a professional manner. He then began to groom himself alittle by scooting bits of lavender hair from each side.
"Dr.Neko... is there something I can help you with?" asked Dr.Boxers. The man clasped his hands.
"mmm yes. Dr.Boxers... I want you to meet....Admiral Terebi and General Tokei.... their bodyguards, and Admiral Terebi's secretary Yoko Kashi. The emperor has sent them over to examine our progress on 'Project Toriyama'. I'm sure you will provide our guests with some positive results."
Dr.Boxers pushed his small frames a little more to bring some comfort to his nose. Admiral Terebi stood. His hands behind his large body. His hair was a jet black but appeared lighter with the close crew cut on his head. Gereral Tokei seemed a bit more of the senior with his light grey hair that crowned his face. Dr.Boxers shot a glare from time to time into their eyes as he flipped through his notes.
"I see..." he spoke as he turned towards the door. His hands slowly began the tedious task of brousing through the keys to the lock. "This way." His voice was a mere muffle. The door must've been coated with at least three inches of lead. The body guards walked over towards Dr.Boxers and helped him heave the massive door to allow the guests inside. Terebi and Tokei gazed in awe as the secretary to speak in a microphone, recording all the details of the enormous lab.
Marble tables filled the room with scientists, writing notes and examining the animal's reactions. Four men sprung up around the small group with their rifles pointing at them.
"What the hell!?!" grumbled Tokei as the men sent them at the wall.
"Relax, General. Mere proceedure. Trust me, I was just as surprised that they do this as you were. But its nothing as long as you have nothing to hide," spoke Dr.Neko as he rose his hands to have the two solders frisked him.
"No bugs, all clear," spoke the solder as he jerked the hoister of his rifle a bit farther back and walked towards the door to lock it. Admiral Terebi straightened out his uniform coat followed with a hearty grunt. Dr.Boxers approached the secretary. His lavender hair whisped from side to side as he turned his head and studied her face.
"Tell me this, haven't you heard of taking notes by pen and paper? Far more convient and is not quite as heavy as that thing," he spoke as he examined the microphone.
"I'm.... a strong woman, Dr.Boxers. Besides, I perfer to hear it for the real thing rather then rely on my own hand to tell me what to put down." He then moved closer to her.
"Why are you wearing that pair of shades for? I mean, the lighting is very poor here. I think it would be better if you took them off so you can see what our research has done for us."
She could practacally smell the peppermint breath as his face neared hers. Her breath stiffled as he smiled and hastely grabbed the suitcase she carried. With a brutal toss, he slammed the small piece of baggage. Her eyes eyes widened as the top broke off revealing a radio.
"Gee.... I never heard of a recorder that was also a transmitting device," he spoke as he snatched her sunglasses. "Chinese-Americian.... I thought so," he smirked as he grabbed her by the hair. He then held the microphone by the wire with it dangling next to her mouth. "Do you REALIZE how long its taken me for this project? DO YOU!!!!?!"
Dr.Boxers lowered his head by the little speaker.
"Moshismoshi, FDR. You should've really picked a better spy then this one. She only got to the door. But we here thought we should send a little feedback. Ever heard 'Ballad of a Bitch Getting Kneecapped?" Dr.Briefs pulled out a revolver.
*BANG* The woman screamed as blood began to squirt out of her knee. Bone shards fell everywhere as Dr.Boxers squeezed the trigger again.
"FATHER!!" Dr.Boxers turned to see a young boy with lavender hair and glasses standing.... staring at his grandfather holding the rifle in his hand at the bleeding woman below.
"Give me a moment," spoke Dr.Boxers as he escorted his son towards the back and into a broom closet. He quickly walked up to a light switch and pulled the cord.
"Now son.... what did you see about two minutes ago?" he asked as he placed his hands on his shoulders. Aaron's bright blue eyes shifted left to right.
"You were shooting that woman... torturing her...."
"NOTHING!!! You saw.... nothing.... that woman doesn't exsist. That woman never walked into this lab..." he began to mumble as he stared into his son's eyes.
"....listen.... I only brought you here because you are the only one I trust with my formula. That woman could've ruined what took me a long time to create. Now after years of tormoil, rejection and trouble they have finally found a way to use my creation to where they are willing to fund it. He looked up at him.
"Is that why mother left us? Because you were too much into your work to care about us?" Dr.Boxers was silent.
"Listen, I am trying to honor this family and our emperor. This is war and this is just our way of doing our part. People will die. But because of this battle it will be either the Allies or us buried under six feet of ground. Now come. The Admiral and General are probably displeased with your behaviour. That woman deserved to be tortured for dishonoring us." His worlds seem to hit him like a knife through his heart. Discomfort sank within his soul as the two exited and headed towards the small group. The woman laid on the floor crying as she clutched her broken knees. The tile was glazed with a red puddle as two solders grabbed her by the arms and tossed her to the corner. Her body was shaking as Dr.Boxers picked up his notebook.
"*cough* Now that that's seattled... come with me gentlemen. You will not be disappointed." They turned the courner as several mice and primates sat in cages with wires connected to them. Aaron followed Dr.Boxers as he walked over to the cabanet and brought out a set of latex gloves. He carefully pulled them over his fingers and walked over towards the cages.
"As you can see here, we have fifteen test subjects. The first five on the far left have just been exposed to 17-B106 the day of Dr.Neko's first visit. As you can see one apparantly seems fine. The other two are fairly sick. The other two have been comfirmed deceased when first exposed.
The next group is the same breed, same type of health as the first five. The only differenence is that they have been exposed longer to the gas. The first one is still fine. Here is the interesting thing. These two that were the type that got sick early, apparantly show different signs. This one, subject T, seems to be going mad with hillugenations while the other, subject Y, displays signs of extreme paranoia. The last group of the three that are still alive. This one is fairly weak.... the one that wasn't too effected by the gas. The other two are dead. As soon as the sulfuric acid arrives, we should be able to dispose of these bodi**....."
"COME BACK HERE!!!" screamed a couple of solders as the spy began speedily crawl towards the window. The men flung their rifles off their rifles. Aaron gasped as the two solders shoved their clips and began to blast away. Her body flinched with every bullet entering her body. Dots of red began to decorate the wall as the rapid jerks of the rifle injected the bits of metal.
Two people ran towards her and shoved the spy's corpse inside a black bag. The other took out some spray and began to scrub the floor.
"Where do you want this at?" spoke the cleaner as she held it up. Dr.Boxers placed his hand over his chin.
"Hmmm, just feed it to Subject T. After eating his wife, I'm sure it won't care about a simple stranger.
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow.
"Guns? Gas? What the blazes!?! Haven't they heard of fist to fist!?!"
"Vegeta.... that was the ways things were. It was bloody, but that was the way things were."
"Hmmph!!Cowardly bakas. They should've been in a Saiyan War. Now THAT'S a real fight."
"Yes but for you see....my father.... was always deep in his work. The only reason why I agreed to be there was to hopefully get closer to him. But instead, he stayed with his research and only his research. After the two A-Bombs, Fat Man and Little Boy, fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the peace treaties signed; my father was tried and convicted for his war crimes. I was allowed to go freely because I was so young and the fact that my father told the officials that I knew nothing. The truth was that he made me momorize the formula day in and night."
Bulma placed her hand in front of her face.
"Was that why you refused to tell me anything about him?" she asked as she placed her hands on his shoulder. His head slowly nodded.
"Your grandfather was a madman.... but a dedicated one at that. Even after WWII.... he never changed..... but kept his desire to perfect his gas alive. He told the Americians that he tested his gas in the Hinto Plains. He never did tell them that there were several hundreds of canisters buried under the dirt. You can bury the past but it will always reemerge to haunt you. My father died in 1962 from old age yet his burning to continue the research lived on. Now it has emerged so that his soul can watch the world crumble beneath it."
"We've got to do something. Its too late for preventing this disaster.... is there anyway to stop it?" asked Bulma.
"There is. My father's crew were always getting infected due to the poor condition of the equipment. But people must know... the goverment has covered this up far too long."
Hello. This is Cammy Boyd with a late breaking news update. As we all know, the poisonous mixture of gas that has engulfed the city, has now been confirmed to be an old mixture used back in WWII.
To protect their empire in case the United States invaded by land, a special gas known as 17-B106 was created. Mixed with various elements it was created to cause a slow incriminating death when exposed to oxygen. Dr.Briefs, son of the original creator of the gas, is here with us today. Now Doctor, could you tell us, why would the Japanese would created something as devastating as this?
"Well Cammy, we all know that if you shoot a man, and he dies, all you can do is take him to have him buried. If the effects were slow, it would take about 5 doctors to attempt to heal him but the patient would die anyway."
"What exactly happens you are poisoned by 17-B106?"
"Well, for one, your blood pressure will increase dramatically causing you to feel like you are having a heart attack. Then it will disintegrate your insides. Its not a great way to die. In fact, your more likely to die from the shock of the effects rather then the poison itself. But that's only if you are allergic to it. It's a much more mental expierence then that."
"Then what are the mental signs?"
"Like I said, it varies a great deal. It ranges from extreme paranoia, deep regressions of rage, madness, or even hallucinations altogether."
"Is there a cure though?"
"Well, if a person is away from the gas itself long enough and didn't inhale quite as much, it will go away with time. However, if a person is exposed to heavy doses of it, they would have to be reached by a paramedic or be very lucky."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well like I said, this did take place during WWII. The emperor had sent antidotes to some of his people as a little brown powder in a glass tube called Sympono-X. He ordered them to hid them somewhere in their houses, a tube can cure a family of four. However, my guess is that 98% of the samples from long ago have long been spilt, destroyed, or lost."
"One last question, how long does it take for a person to die from the gas after being infected?"
"Not sure. But I'd have to estimate about couple of days on adverage if they stay low leveled in shelters and such. But if they are exposed to a large amount, maybe an hour."
"Thank you Dr. Briefs. This is Cammy Boyd signing off.
coming soon......
By God's Hand Saga: The City of Sins
Part One:Heaven Part One:Hell
Note: For those who have been wondering why this hasn't been continued, no I have not given up on it. Its just that I have to rewrite the next part because I left the disk that held the story next to a stereo over vacation and it literally ate the file up. I have been working on it but right now I need to finish college finacial aid forms. As soon as that's taken care of, I'll finish this story up.
My deepest apoligies for those who have stuck by it so long,
Topaz989