Hello! It's me! J again. This part, I know, is short. But I had to do it, and I had to do it as a chapter. Else it just wouldn't have worked. Hope you like the mood-setting. But don't hesitate to tell me if you feel otherwise.
On with it!
(I do not own DBZ, duh!)
THE Fenix is born from it's own ashes. Strong and young once again, it returns from death, to live again.
Then hand that feeds me, Chapter 11.
Feeling save amongst her gadgets and scientific triplets, Chesire kneeled silently and in anonymity as It studied her prized project.
She was a cat-like creature with a blue fur that covered the whole of her body, black stripes running down her back. She had sharp talons, but kept then pulled back as had become her habit while working on delicate equipment.
Her eyes were red and bloodshot, but that was not their natural colour.
And she kept them on the floor now, though from a corner of her eye, she kept an eye on the tyrant's every move.
Unlike any other part of the medical-bay, her lab was a mess, but Freeza indulged, knowing brilliance when It had met her.
The blue feline knew she owed Freeza for this; for, brilliant as she was, her 'habits' were not those usually tolerated on a battle ship.
She knew freeza kept a hand over her head, as much as she still detested the thing.
All the same, she hadn't become so suicidal yet as to tell the creature to get the hell out of her lab when she was working, as much as she would have liked to.
Books were stacked all over, half-finished or broken proteases on left lab desks, or just dumped on the floor for lack of room. Some old plates were stacked in corners, and half-finished cans of her favourite 'drink' were shattered all over the place.
Only a few medical bearers were empty, save for a few blood-soaked sheets no one had yet seen fit to get rid of.
And in the centre of it all stood a lone isolation-tank.
It looked different then most other isolation-tanks; it's white metal surface covered with thick cords of black wire the brilliant –yet slightly unstable- scientist had added to the contraption.
Some piece of plating had been taken off all together, and even the liquid inside seemed to be darker then it's usual colour, though that could be cause by the fact that the look-in glass wasn't cleaned as well as it should have been.
Inside it floated a small and naked figure. With its black hair and limbs tossing slightly, and skin so sickly pale, it looked more dead then alive.
Like some foetus put on spirits.
But Chesire knew better; his vital signs were strengthening, and his pulse beat pure.
All the same, her tail ruffled up as Freeza reached up to touch the look-in glass as he addressed his ever-present shadow.
"I'm still not happy you allowed this to happen, Zarbon. Why did you let it happen?"
The green warrior balked a little; as any sane creature would, addressing his master in an almost desperate tone.
"I did not, Lord Freeza. By the time I reached the peep-in hole, things didn't seem that much out of the ordinary.
Until I saw the knife. But then, I had to go around all the way, past the halls and-"
-"I don't want you excuses!" the little pink tyrant cut in, making Chesire wonder just what he had wanted with his question, if not that.
Chesire smiled a little, feeling giddy.
Not a good thing.
Freeza had not come at a good time. She had just been celebrating her sowing the little prince back together again with reasonable success.
Freeza would not approve. If it found out.
As if reading her thoughts, it addressed her directly. "And how is our little pet doing then?"
Her head snapped up. She really hoped he hadn't meant her.
"Fine Lord Frrleeza." Damn. She also hoped she didn't slurp as bad as she sounded to herself. "He should pull through niccely."
It quirked an eye-brow at her, but thankfully let it pass. Almost.
"So good to hear that. You'll lock the door and keep close all times, just in case anyone gets any ideas. Now, to reward you, I'll get someone to clean your lab up for you,.. Zarbon?"
She thought she saw an amused smile pass the creature's lips as Zarbon practically jumped and set right on cleaning away empty dishes and the cans. Kami! All her drinks!
"Oh, and we'll have someone sent you up a nice, healthy meal."
It chuckled a bit at her startled expression.
"Oh, and do take good care of him you hear? I've grown ever so attached to my little monkey."
With that, it turned to leave, Zarbon trailing behind with his arms laden with stacks of plates and cans and plates.
If her face hadn't been covered with fur Chesire would have, no doubt, looked very pale as she realised the threat implicated by It's words.
Kami, but she needed a drink!
Yeah. Sorry. That's it for now. I'm a bit short on time too, so it might be a few days before I get back to this. I'll try though.
