Breakdown Part 7-
Disclaimer- Don't you know it by now??? Argh. Fine. I don't own DBZ/GT or Dragonball for that matter.
Note- OOOOk, Goten's turn... By next part you will know who the mystery villain(s) is(are), so I want you all to take guesses! I love reading them and it makes my Imagination work and say... now what if... and then I create a whole nother timeline (don't worry, I give you credit if you sprout an idea in my head) Now, on to the story!!!!!!!!!!
There was no fog or mist in the place Goten was in, but if there had been, it wouldn't have mattered because Goten was unconscious. An Image appeared and looked around. Something wasn't right. Then it spied Goten.
"I should have known better than to hit him hardest," She said to herself. She switched into 'person' form and hovered around Goten's unmoving figure. She had thought that he could handle this one but perhaps she had overestimated him. She brushed a lock of his hair out of his face only to have it fall right back into place. The girl grinned. Just like his father's... She took a closer look. His face was just like his father's as well. Except... she leaned even closer. His face was set in a sort of grimace. His jaw was set and he had a determined look on his face that would've been more suited to Gohan.
"He's fighting it!" She she snapped her head up in realization. "I got to him last," she muttered, now pacing. "That's why it hasn't taken effect." She looked around. "No mist." She rolled Goten over. "No incision." She snapped her fingers and looked around. "No power. Damn it. This isn't right! How do I fix it? How do I fix it?" She began pacing again. If she didn't fix it, the entire plan would go up in smoke. How could he be fighting it? The immune system was supposed to be entirely shut down when subjected. The only reason she could come up with was that because she had visited him last, his immune system had found some way to fight it.
"Saiyans," she said, smiling. "You never know what they're gonna throw at you." She frowned again. If she couldn't put him through the tests, she had to get him out of this state or it could result in permanant damage. "Why do my experiments never work?" She moaned. There was only one thing she could think to do. The girl made a small ki sphere between her hands and then separated her hands so that it was floating freely. She then took hold of two imaginary fibers and pulled, causing the sphere to stretch. Soon she had a long ki blast that looked a little like a javelin. She brought her hands together to shorten it to the length of a pencil and approached Goten. Carefully she made a thin cut that ran down his arm and instantly started oozing white goo. The girl sighed and the ki vanished. Now all that was left to do was wait for the pseudoplasmic solution to run out. This could be a while.
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Bulma paced. And paced. And paced just a little more. The antidote she had concocted didn't seem to be working, but it didn't seem to be hurting Vegeta either. Samantha sat drumming her fingers on a lab table. How long was this going to take? Not long apparantly, because just then Vegeta's head snapped up and he sat up, his hand flying to his eyes.
"Where am I now?!" He exclaimed, hand still over his eyes. "And why can't I see?!" Bulma made a funny squeeking noise and Sam swiveled her chair over to a computer and begen typing furiously.
"Side effect!" She announced.
"Of what?!" An annoyed Vegeta questioned.
"WHAT?! Not possible." Bulma decided.
"Hey, they're Saiyans. You never know what's gonna happen when you mess with alien genetics." Sam said, shrugging.
"How did you know that he's a Saiyan?" Bulma asked, completely ignoring Vegeta's demands for an explination.
"Ah, I know my world history very well. It's very stressed in my country." Sam explained.
"And as for that side effect, it'll wear off according to my calculations."
"Good. Then we can administer it to the rest of them."
"Um, Bulma? Sorry, but I've got to go. I've definitely been away from my studies long enough, and I don't think you need me around here anymore."
"That's all right. Thanks for all your help Sam. See ya later." Sam walked out, casting a glance at Goten. He hadn't woken yet. She sighed and departed. Bulma administered the antidote to the rest of the Z fighters and they all woke up- all blind and confused. Except Goten. Bulma had noticed that he had not yet come out of the first stage, so she thought it better to wait. Meanwhile, Bulma tried to get answers out of the diseases victims.
"So what was it like?" She asked Trunks. "You were all in a very deep sleep. When people go into these sleeps natrually, sometimes they remember dreams or visions. Anything?" Trunks frowned.
"There was a girl. She said she was testing me, but I don't know what her objectives were. Do you remember, Mom, a long time ago, there were four girls? They had those weapons?"
"Yes..."
"Well, I think this might have something to do with them. At least, the girl had replicas of the weapons." Trunks said.
"But who was she?" Questioned Bulma. Trunks thought. He couldn't really remember. It was the same for the rest of them, their stories varying only slightly.
"Bulma!" Gohan sat bolt upright suddenly. "Piccolo needs the antidote, too! His power's way down, I can tell!"
"But Gohan, we have no way of getting it to him, wherever he is. You guys are all... well, incapacitated, and I can't go over there myself because whoever sent this virus is probably waiting for the chance to attack when you're blind, so to speak."
"Bulma, no offense or anything, but you wouldn't be able to protect us too well if some psycho DID come in here." Goku reasoned.
"But I have no idea where Piccolo is. Plus, I have to keep an eye on Goten."
"So what are we gonna do? We can't just leave him laying somewhere with this virus in his system!" Gohan exclaimed, worried. "What if whoever sent this attacks him?"
"I'm sorry, Gohan, but there's nothing we can do until one of you regains your sight." Bulma said. All the Z warriors sighed. Not one could quite remember who had visited them in their dreams.
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The girl waited. And waited. This was taking much to long, but she didn't dare make a larger cut. This was much to precise work for anymore mistakes than had already been made. On the bright side, however, none of the Saiyans would remember who they saw until Goten woke up and they all had their vision. And Piccolo had yet to be given the antidote, anyway. By then, she would be long gone. Just a bit more to go, and then she'd be out of here, hopefully with no damage done.
Okeedoke, I am gonna stop here. I know this part was shorter than most, but it just seemed like the place to stop (doesn't it always?) anyway, the next part should be up soon enough, and remember, I wanna hear all your thoughts on the fic so far and who the villain(s) is(are) so, till next time, toodles ^_^
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- Don't you know it by now??? Argh. Fine. I don't own DBZ/GT or Dragonball for that matter.
Note- OOOOk, Goten's turn... By next part you will know who the mystery villain(s) is(are), so I want you all to take guesses! I love reading them and it makes my Imagination work and say... now what if... and then I create a whole nother timeline (don't worry, I give you credit if you sprout an idea in my head) Now, on to the story!!!!!!!!!!
There was no fog or mist in the place Goten was in, but if there had been, it wouldn't have mattered because Goten was unconscious. An Image appeared and looked around. Something wasn't right. Then it spied Goten.
"I should have known better than to hit him hardest," She said to herself. She switched into 'person' form and hovered around Goten's unmoving figure. She had thought that he could handle this one but perhaps she had overestimated him. She brushed a lock of his hair out of his face only to have it fall right back into place. The girl grinned. Just like his father's... She took a closer look. His face was just like his father's as well. Except... she leaned even closer. His face was set in a sort of grimace. His jaw was set and he had a determined look on his face that would've been more suited to Gohan.
"He's fighting it!" She she snapped her head up in realization. "I got to him last," she muttered, now pacing. "That's why it hasn't taken effect." She looked around. "No mist." She rolled Goten over. "No incision." She snapped her fingers and looked around. "No power. Damn it. This isn't right! How do I fix it? How do I fix it?" She began pacing again. If she didn't fix it, the entire plan would go up in smoke. How could he be fighting it? The immune system was supposed to be entirely shut down when subjected. The only reason she could come up with was that because she had visited him last, his immune system had found some way to fight it.
"Saiyans," she said, smiling. "You never know what they're gonna throw at you." She frowned again. If she couldn't put him through the tests, she had to get him out of this state or it could result in permanant damage. "Why do my experiments never work?" She moaned. There was only one thing she could think to do. The girl made a small ki sphere between her hands and then separated her hands so that it was floating freely. She then took hold of two imaginary fibers and pulled, causing the sphere to stretch. Soon she had a long ki blast that looked a little like a javelin. She brought her hands together to shorten it to the length of a pencil and approached Goten. Carefully she made a thin cut that ran down his arm and instantly started oozing white goo. The girl sighed and the ki vanished. Now all that was left to do was wait for the pseudoplasmic solution to run out. This could be a while.
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Bulma paced. And paced. And paced just a little more. The antidote she had concocted didn't seem to be working, but it didn't seem to be hurting Vegeta either. Samantha sat drumming her fingers on a lab table. How long was this going to take? Not long apparantly, because just then Vegeta's head snapped up and he sat up, his hand flying to his eyes.
"Where am I now?!" He exclaimed, hand still over his eyes. "And why can't I see?!" Bulma made a funny squeeking noise and Sam swiveled her chair over to a computer and begen typing furiously.
"Side effect!" She announced.
"Of what?!" An annoyed Vegeta questioned.
"WHAT?! Not possible." Bulma decided.
"Hey, they're Saiyans. You never know what's gonna happen when you mess with alien genetics." Sam said, shrugging.
"How did you know that he's a Saiyan?" Bulma asked, completely ignoring Vegeta's demands for an explination.
"Ah, I know my world history very well. It's very stressed in my country." Sam explained.
"And as for that side effect, it'll wear off according to my calculations."
"Good. Then we can administer it to the rest of them."
"Um, Bulma? Sorry, but I've got to go. I've definitely been away from my studies long enough, and I don't think you need me around here anymore."
"That's all right. Thanks for all your help Sam. See ya later." Sam walked out, casting a glance at Goten. He hadn't woken yet. She sighed and departed. Bulma administered the antidote to the rest of the Z fighters and they all woke up- all blind and confused. Except Goten. Bulma had noticed that he had not yet come out of the first stage, so she thought it better to wait. Meanwhile, Bulma tried to get answers out of the diseases victims.
"So what was it like?" She asked Trunks. "You were all in a very deep sleep. When people go into these sleeps natrually, sometimes they remember dreams or visions. Anything?" Trunks frowned.
"There was a girl. She said she was testing me, but I don't know what her objectives were. Do you remember, Mom, a long time ago, there were four girls? They had those weapons?"
"Yes..."
"Well, I think this might have something to do with them. At least, the girl had replicas of the weapons." Trunks said.
"But who was she?" Questioned Bulma. Trunks thought. He couldn't really remember. It was the same for the rest of them, their stories varying only slightly.
"Bulma!" Gohan sat bolt upright suddenly. "Piccolo needs the antidote, too! His power's way down, I can tell!"
"But Gohan, we have no way of getting it to him, wherever he is. You guys are all... well, incapacitated, and I can't go over there myself because whoever sent this virus is probably waiting for the chance to attack when you're blind, so to speak."
"Bulma, no offense or anything, but you wouldn't be able to protect us too well if some psycho DID come in here." Goku reasoned.
"But I have no idea where Piccolo is. Plus, I have to keep an eye on Goten."
"So what are we gonna do? We can't just leave him laying somewhere with this virus in his system!" Gohan exclaimed, worried. "What if whoever sent this attacks him?"
"I'm sorry, Gohan, but there's nothing we can do until one of you regains your sight." Bulma said. All the Z warriors sighed. Not one could quite remember who had visited them in their dreams.
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The girl waited. And waited. This was taking much to long, but she didn't dare make a larger cut. This was much to precise work for anymore mistakes than had already been made. On the bright side, however, none of the Saiyans would remember who they saw until Goten woke up and they all had their vision. And Piccolo had yet to be given the antidote, anyway. By then, she would be long gone. Just a bit more to go, and then she'd be out of here, hopefully with no damage done.
Okeedoke, I am gonna stop here. I know this part was shorter than most, but it just seemed like the place to stop (doesn't it always?) anyway, the next part should be up soon enough, and remember, I wanna hear all your thoughts on the fic so far and who the villain(s) is(are) so, till next time, toodles ^_^
~mysticGohan33~