CHAPTER NINE
WARNING: The next few
chapters contain graphic love scenes. No, not lemon. Just plain romance. Sorry
to all the violence crazed action fans if it makes you a little queezy to read
it. It made me a little queezy to write it, but a good story must have all the
elements of life, especially one that's meant to explain a life… or something
like that. Trust me, this is not turning into a romance fic. I just needed to
get this stuff down to set up the rest of the story. The next block of chapters
will have as much action as you can handle. Or, more likely, as much action as
I feel like writing. But there will be tons of action either way.
"Where'd they go?" Logan asked out loud. The men had been there just a few minutes earlier, and now they had just disappeared. "They left," he said in disbelief. "They just left me here. How am I supposed to find my way out of here now," he started to raise his voice. "Those bastards!"
"Ah, dere you are," came a heavily Cajun accented voice from Logan's left. Logan turned his head to see who had spoken. There, standing in one of the open doorways was the red-haired man from the sparring match, the man Yamcha had called Remy.
"Sorry I took so long. I was just changin' my clothes," he explained. Logan then noticed that the almost evil looking man he had seen earlier, was now stowed away somewhere under a pair of loose fitting jeans and a colorful, Grateful De ad t-shirt. Now that Remy wasn't fighting he appeared to be your usual happy Cajun. "I'm Remy," he said, introducing himself with his right hand extended.
"I'm Logan," Logan responded and politely shook the Cajun's hand. The man had an incredible grip. It took everything Logan had just to keep from wincing in pain. Remy soon released his grip, and Logan was able to relax.
"Come wit' me, I'll get us outta here," Remy said turning back to the hallway he had just come out of. "Is your hand alright?" he asked. "Most people faint or start cryin' when I squeeze dat hard," he explained.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Logan lied. In reality Logan's hand felt like it was about to fall off. "How far do we have to walk to get out of here?" Logan asked.
"Ah, not far," Remy said, chuckling a little as he spoke. " It only gonna take us a few hours,"
* * * * * * *
"So Deemos, what is it you must talk to me about?" asked the little old man, better known as Master Gohan. To look, at the man wasn't much. By now the respected master had grown old and weak with age. In his younger days, before Vegeta crash landed on Earth, he and another fighter by the name of Roshi constantly fought for the title of the world's strongest fighter.
"Yamcha said you wanted to speak with me," Gohan stated.
Deemos, who had been standing in the doorway, fully entered his master's meditation room. Actually the room was meant for everyone, but most people just left it for Master Gohan. The room was made of all stone with a red carpet in the middle of the floor and an assortment of weapons, and also a few torches for light.
"It's about the new recruit sir," Deemos answered. "Another boy showed up when I went to recruit Eddie. He attacked me. I subdued him quickly, but not before he landed a lucky punch,"
"Did he cause damage?" Master Gohan asked.
"A slight bruise sir," Deemos answered as he turned his head to show a small, yellow brown bruise.
"How powered up were you?" the aging master inquired.
"To about ten percent sir," Deemos answered.
"He would have to have a power level of at least five-hundred to do that," Master Gohan said amazed.
"I realize that sir. He was angry at the time, and I believe that's what caused his surge of power," Deemos explained.
"So I'm guessing you didn't take Eddie," Master Gohan stated.
"No sir, I did not," Deemos answered. "Considering this other boy's power, I chose him instead,"
"I do agree, this boy has amazing potential. But Eddie is of saiyan decent. He could be an amazing asset against our enemies," Master Gohan lectured.
"Well sir…" Deemos started. "… the main reason why I opted to take Logan was because after I subdued him his uniform opened up, and I noticed something wrapped around his waist,"
"What was it?" The little old man asked.
"It was a tail sir," Deemos answered.
"A tail! Are you sure?"
"Yes sir," Deemos answered. " He would have to be at least half-saiyan to have a tail, but I'm guessing he's full blooded,"
"Do you have any ideas as to how he got to Earth?" Master Gohan asked.
"No sir. I will check into it soon," Deemos answered.
"Is it possible that he was sent here to scout the Earth for the Saiyans," Gohan continued to inquire.
"I don't think so sir. We haven't sensed any large powers recently. If he were sent here to attack us I would think he'd be stronger," Deemos explained.
"Is it possible that he is the lost child Kakorrot?" Gohan interrogated further.
"It's possible, he looks to be the right age," Deemos answered.
"Regardless, we seem to another saiyan on our team," Master Gohan said. "I thought I sensed a saiyan's energy, but I wasn't sure. Bring him to me the next time you see him. I'd like to speak with him," the old Master said before sitting down on the red carpet and closing his eyes in meditation.
* * * * * *
"How much farther do we have to go?" Logan asked the red-haired Cajun in front of him as he continued to trudge down the never-ending hallway.
"It's not far now. We almost dere," Remy answered.
"That's what you said an hour ago," Logan informed his Cajun friend.
"I just said dat so you would shut up. We really almost dere now," Remy replied.
Instead of talking back Logan just gave a low grunt and continued walking. By now Logan had been through numerous hallways and tunnels, passing dozens upon dozens of training rooms and sleeping chambers along the way.
Currently they were in a broad hallway with the usual stone floor, walls, and ceiling. But this hallway, like the one Deemos's chamber was in, had florescent light fixtures to provide visibility. Also the stone it was constructed of looked to be newer, and there were very few doors. The few doors Logan had seen were large and metal with yellow "DO NOT ENTER" stickers on them.
"What's in there?" Logan asked as they walked past one of the doors.
"Dat's a special trainin' room. It has a machine dat makes da gravity more intense," Remy explained. "But dey not done yet. Da scientists need to get da gravity machines workin' right,"
"Oh," Logan replied, wondering why that didn't sound weird.
After a few more minutes of walking Logan noticed that they had almost reached the end of the hallway. As they drew nearer Logan noticed that the far wall they were walking toward was not the end of the hallway. Instead of ending, like Logan was hoping, the hallway turned to the left in a sharp corner.
"Is the exit around the corner?" Logan asked, exhausted.
"No, it right here," Remy told him just as he suddenly turned to the left and opened the door that was there. This door was basically the same as the others, but with a red sticker that said "EXIT" on it. Both men walked through the door and into a small room with a staircase in it.
The stairs were made of old, rotting wood that looked as if it would turn to dust at any given moment. The staircase climbed about ten feet up the stone wall before flattening out and turning to the right, just to turn to the right and start another flight of stairs.
Remy started up the stairs, and Logan cautiously followed behind. With each step Logan took, the boards creaked louder, and with each moan of protest the aging boards gave, Logan became more and more nervous.
"I should have stayed asleep," Logan told himself as he reached the top of the first flight of stairs.
"What you so worried about?" Remy asked. "Dey not gonna break," he said, referring to the stairs.
"I hope not," Logan replied as they began to ascend up the second flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a stone doorway with a slab of wood behind, blocking off access to anyone wishing to pass through.
"It's blocked off," Logan said as they reached the top.
"No, dat's just dere to keep any nosey people from findin' da trainin' grounds," Remy informed him before placing his hands on the board and pushing it out. Both men stepped through the open doorway and into a large, white, tiled room. The walls and ceiling were made of drywall and painted white. On the right side wall were two small, square windows with a modern, wooden door between them. On the left side of the room was another door, and on the far wall was a painting of Jesus with a cross under it.
"You never answered my question," Remy said as he slid a bookshelf in front of the doorway.
"What question?" Logan asked.
"Why you so worried?" Remy asked again to remind him.
"How would you fell if you got knocked out the day of your graduation and woke up in some crazy martial arts cult in some little backwoods town that probably isn't even on the map?" Logan asked with a mixture of tiredness and sarcasm in his voice.
"I got taken da same way you know," Remy told him. "Me and you da only ones ever taken from the outside,"
"So how long have you been here?" Logan asked as Remy began to lead him to the door on the right side wall.
"About six munts," Remy answered.
"Are you a saiyan?" Logan asked.
"What!?" Remy asked back in surprise, as he turned to face Logan. "No. Dere only three saiyans that I know of; Deemos, Eddie, and Eddie's momma," Remy answered. "How you know about dem?"
"Deemos told me," Logan answered.
"Why he tell you so early?" Remy inquired. "I didn't know about dem for munts,"
"He says I'm a saiyan," Logan answered.
"You a saiyan?" Remy asked in disbelief.
"Yeah I guess so," Logan told him. "So what do you know about them?" Logan asked.
"Probably not much more dan you," Remy replied. "I know dey really strong, dey have tails, and dey love to fight," he explained. "So you thought I was a saiyan?"
"Well they wanted to take Eddie because he's a saiyan, and they did take me for the same reason, so I just thought maybe you were a saiyan too," Logan explained.
"No, I just a normal old person," Remy said. "Come, we go to my place," he said, turning and walking toward the door.