Chapter 13
Disclaimer- Do not own em, wish I did, same old story
Note- this one is coming out faster! I GUARUNTEE IT! even if I can't spell guarentee...*sigh* oh well. I really need to finish at least one fic up totally, so for those of you who are reading 'Orphaned' as well, its gonna be a while. I seem sort of blocked on that story, and so many ideas are ramming into my head at once, I have to get at least one out. So here it is.
*****
"Oh shit." Celeria turned to leave the room as quickly as possible, then remembered the door had closed. Desperately, she sent a ki blast into it, but amazingly, the door held. She knew now, that like the rest of her race, she'd have to face the nightmare behind her. She put down Nicodemus yet again and turned to face him. The room suddenly began to lighten. The oppressing darkness seemed to lift, and in the dim light, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. This was not Freiza, but someone who looked remarkably like him. Perhaps she could take him on, if he wasn't hiding his power.
"Don't be relieved yet," The thing said. He even *sounded* like Freiza. If Celeria didn't know better, she'd say it was the tyrant, only with a bad sunburn. But she DID know better. The vision of Freiza was etched into the farthest corner of every Saiyan's mind. He was the only force who could control them. He was the dark cloud that blotted out her race's light forever. This was not he. But it was just as evil. She could tell by his voice alone.
The thing's eyes flicked toward Nicodemus. "Funny," He mused. "I somehow thought this would be the other way around." He said referring to the former gaurd's condition.
"What did you do to him?" Queried Celeria. She felt confident she could take him on. His power would be nothing next to her Super Saiyan form.
"I? Nothing. He did it to himself."
"How am I supposed to believe that? What do you want with this planet?!" She demanded, wanting answers.
"What every other genius villain wants. Power. Technology. Power."
"Your modesty is killing me. What do you need me for? And him?"
"The time for talk is over. You are mine now. Since I know you won't submit willingly, we can skip that part." Faster than anything Celeria had seen aside from during her breif training with Goku, he was on top of her with his knee in her stomache and and elbow driven into her spine. Her body took a moment to react, then sent pain through ever nerve. Her assailent stepped off and she fell to the floor. Without even waiting for her to recover, he kicked her across the room and sent a ki blast after her. It exploded on contact, and the last thing she knew was darkness.
*****
Darkness. Goten was surrounded by it, and was thouroughly bored with it. After the first try he no longer attempted to power up. He wouldn't experiance that pain again for anything, if he could help it. But it was unnerving how even his hightened senses couldn't detect anything in the area he was trapped. Pitch black. It would drive him crazy if nothing happened. Why kidnap him if not to *do* something with him?
"Well? What do you want?!" Goten called out, annoyed. He bet this never happened to Gohan. Whenever his brother was kidnapped he was promptly brainwashed, not strung from the ceiling and left in the dark, so to speak.
"Oh the usual," A voice replied. Goten was surprised. He wasn't expecting an answer. "An end to the Saiyan race and undisputed power. Your life, Son Goku. Or should I say Kakarot?"
Goku? Kakarot? So that was it. The person behind this wanted his dad, but had taken him by mistake.
"It looks as though that little scientist already got to you with that youth thing of hers, but it doesn't really matter. You're helpless." The voice chuckled. Goten decided to keep the fact that he wasn't his father to himself. If he told his captor differently, he... or it... might go after his dad, and that was the last thing Goten wanted. The first thing Goten wanted was to warn his friends, but that looked pretty impossible at this point.
*****
Celeria opened her eyes a few hours later. Her wounds were not serious, but her predicament was. She was caught and tightly bound... dangling? From the ceiling?
"Just how bored were you?" She called out to the Freiza look alike who was tinkering around in a laboratory below her.
"Oh you're awake! Not bored at all, my dear. I find this the most suitable means of holding my more powerful... employees. Go ahead, try to break free." He answered. She looked up at the coil that held her arms to her sides. Where it met the ceiling, she could just make out a bunch of wires. She had a pretty good idea what would come of her powering up to get loose, so she decided against it. As for her breaking the ties without ki, it wasn't going to happen. The guy below saw her actions and smiled. "Smart girl," Said he. "That's why you're here of course." Finally, they were getting around to the information she needed!
"Yes, do tell." She prodded. Glancing about the room she saw Nicodemus slouched against a wall, still not moving.
"Well actually, any scientist would have done as well, you just happened to be my choice."
"Oh good, that saves me the trouble of being flattered." She said dryly.
"Well, your backround helped. One of many survivors of the planet my cousin so vapidly blew up, you are an ideal target. You are the last of a species I WANT DEAD!" He said these last words with such a force of malice Celeria gasped. But that was nothing compared to her reaction when the meaning of the words hit her.
"The...last?" She gasped, telling herself it wasn't true.
"The last. Your friends on Earth are dead. Along with all other survivors of the planet Vegeta. There weren't many, but I tracked them all down."
"There were others? My friends..." Celeria didn't know which was more shocking. She told herself not to believe a word of her friends' death, but she knew it was always possible. The fact that there might be other survivors was surprising at first, but she suposed it was possible.
"There were others." He confirmed. "As usual, my dear, dear cousin was careless when he destroyed your race, and I was left to pick up after him." Seeing the obvious question in his captive's eyes, he continued. "Like my entire family, I have an inborn loathing for Saiyans, as they have an inborn loathing for me and my kind. Coincidently, both races have more or less met their end through eachother. Our kind will always be fighting. It's a cosmic fate."
"That doesn't mean you have to help it along! What happened to the Saiyans of Earth?"
"Spare me your peace talks. I killed them."
"No. You didn't." Celeria couldn't believe it. She WOULD NOT! True, she couldn't feel all the way to Earth for the kis she knew so well, but she just couldn't be the last Saiyan. She'd feel it. She'd know. "I'm not the last." She whispered so that her captor couldn't hear. Then she turned on the tears. Time for some acting.
"You mean there were others and I didn't seek them out?!" She demanded through false sobs. "You killed my friends... my brother?" Though Celeria knew Kakarot was not her brother, she did not know if this guy did. She wasn't sure what difference it might make, but it couldn't hurt.
"Your brother, your prince, and every one of the halflings!" He cackled gleefully.
"Fine then. Kill me." She stated, knowing he wouldn't. He still needed something. Let him think he was torturing her by keeping her alive. And apparently, he did.
"No, I can't kill you yet. I need your help on something first, then I'll kill you." She swallowed hard, knowing he was serious.
"If we are cosmically destined to fight, how can I help you?" She asked, testing her luck. Luckily, this guy didn't seem to mind answering a lot of questions.
"Notice Nicodemus." He said gesturing to the hunched over gaurd on the floor. "His time is almost up."
"What...what do you mean?"
"I tested an experiment on him. One to raise the power level. Unfortunately, it has a side effect. Well, you'll see soon enough." Celeria looked worriedly at her short-termed companion. She knew somehow he didn't want this lot in life, but he was forced into it. What was going to happen to him now?
As if in response to her thoughts, Nicodemus' body convulsed. Celeria twitched anxiously. She sensed a large flux in his power! It felt like... perhaps an overload? Oh dear... She twisted her neck away at just the right moment, for just then there was a deafening bang, and another, unidentifiable sound, that sounded horribly like blood and guts splattering against the wall. Celeria forced her eyes open and looked back. Nicodemus, if even he could be recognized as that, was undoubtably dead.
"You monster," Celeria growled.
"I'm the monster? *He* came to *me* looking to be stronger." The Freiza clone said casually.
"Did you tell him about the 'side effect'?" She spat. Silence. "You monster," She reiterated. She knew what he needed her for. If she refused, he'd kill her and pick another scientist out of the myriads on the planet. But one thing she still didn't understand... "Why me?"
"Imagine if a Saiyan helped me, the bane of all Saiyans, acheive unlimited power? The irony!"
"Imagine if the Saiyan refused."
"Imagine if the Saiyan got all her friends killed."
"Imagine if the Saiyan didn't care."
"Imagine if the Saiyan's captor saw right through her lies."
"You wouldn't go that far just for irony." Celeria said, hoping to call his bluff.
"Wouldn't I? Care to gamble on that one?"
"Damn you!" Celeria yelled, but furthur curses were cut off by searing pain tearing through her veins.
"We must learn to watch our mouth, mustn't we?" He taunted. Celeria muttered something inaudible and received another short jolt. Though she was angry, captured, and forced to keep her raging power level under control, she paused to marvel at what was obviously ingenious technology.
"Now then. If we are to work together, you must at least know my name." Celeria felt herself being lowered. "I am Char, the last of the Changelings who were so...accented... by Freiza. I'm supposed to be dead. And I know everything about you already, so we can get to work!"
Like tentacles, the ropes holding Celeria slithered into the ceiling and she landed lightly on the floor. She eyed the room. The only entrance/exit seemed to be the way she came in. She considered running, but didn't know how powerful this guy was. Oh well... nothing to loose.
Celeria broke for the door with all her speed, but Char phased in front of her. He raised a hand, and struck. End of scene, fade to black.
*********
Goten had an idea. If he raised his powerlevel he could alert the rest of the Z senshi to the impending danger. All he had to do was survive the torture that came with his summoning power. 'Let's hope this works.' Goten braced himself for pain, hoping his attacker wouldn't stop him.
*****
Short, I know. And it took forever, I know. i'm pathetic. so, please review for this pathetic author ^.^ toodles.
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- Do not own em, wish I did, same old story
Note- this one is coming out faster! I GUARUNTEE IT! even if I can't spell guarentee...*sigh* oh well. I really need to finish at least one fic up totally, so for those of you who are reading 'Orphaned' as well, its gonna be a while. I seem sort of blocked on that story, and so many ideas are ramming into my head at once, I have to get at least one out. So here it is.
*****
"Oh shit." Celeria turned to leave the room as quickly as possible, then remembered the door had closed. Desperately, she sent a ki blast into it, but amazingly, the door held. She knew now, that like the rest of her race, she'd have to face the nightmare behind her. She put down Nicodemus yet again and turned to face him. The room suddenly began to lighten. The oppressing darkness seemed to lift, and in the dim light, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. This was not Freiza, but someone who looked remarkably like him. Perhaps she could take him on, if he wasn't hiding his power.
"Don't be relieved yet," The thing said. He even *sounded* like Freiza. If Celeria didn't know better, she'd say it was the tyrant, only with a bad sunburn. But she DID know better. The vision of Freiza was etched into the farthest corner of every Saiyan's mind. He was the only force who could control them. He was the dark cloud that blotted out her race's light forever. This was not he. But it was just as evil. She could tell by his voice alone.
The thing's eyes flicked toward Nicodemus. "Funny," He mused. "I somehow thought this would be the other way around." He said referring to the former gaurd's condition.
"What did you do to him?" Queried Celeria. She felt confident she could take him on. His power would be nothing next to her Super Saiyan form.
"I? Nothing. He did it to himself."
"How am I supposed to believe that? What do you want with this planet?!" She demanded, wanting answers.
"What every other genius villain wants. Power. Technology. Power."
"Your modesty is killing me. What do you need me for? And him?"
"The time for talk is over. You are mine now. Since I know you won't submit willingly, we can skip that part." Faster than anything Celeria had seen aside from during her breif training with Goku, he was on top of her with his knee in her stomache and and elbow driven into her spine. Her body took a moment to react, then sent pain through ever nerve. Her assailent stepped off and she fell to the floor. Without even waiting for her to recover, he kicked her across the room and sent a ki blast after her. It exploded on contact, and the last thing she knew was darkness.
*****
Darkness. Goten was surrounded by it, and was thouroughly bored with it. After the first try he no longer attempted to power up. He wouldn't experiance that pain again for anything, if he could help it. But it was unnerving how even his hightened senses couldn't detect anything in the area he was trapped. Pitch black. It would drive him crazy if nothing happened. Why kidnap him if not to *do* something with him?
"Well? What do you want?!" Goten called out, annoyed. He bet this never happened to Gohan. Whenever his brother was kidnapped he was promptly brainwashed, not strung from the ceiling and left in the dark, so to speak.
"Oh the usual," A voice replied. Goten was surprised. He wasn't expecting an answer. "An end to the Saiyan race and undisputed power. Your life, Son Goku. Or should I say Kakarot?"
Goku? Kakarot? So that was it. The person behind this wanted his dad, but had taken him by mistake.
"It looks as though that little scientist already got to you with that youth thing of hers, but it doesn't really matter. You're helpless." The voice chuckled. Goten decided to keep the fact that he wasn't his father to himself. If he told his captor differently, he... or it... might go after his dad, and that was the last thing Goten wanted. The first thing Goten wanted was to warn his friends, but that looked pretty impossible at this point.
*****
Celeria opened her eyes a few hours later. Her wounds were not serious, but her predicament was. She was caught and tightly bound... dangling? From the ceiling?
"Just how bored were you?" She called out to the Freiza look alike who was tinkering around in a laboratory below her.
"Oh you're awake! Not bored at all, my dear. I find this the most suitable means of holding my more powerful... employees. Go ahead, try to break free." He answered. She looked up at the coil that held her arms to her sides. Where it met the ceiling, she could just make out a bunch of wires. She had a pretty good idea what would come of her powering up to get loose, so she decided against it. As for her breaking the ties without ki, it wasn't going to happen. The guy below saw her actions and smiled. "Smart girl," Said he. "That's why you're here of course." Finally, they were getting around to the information she needed!
"Yes, do tell." She prodded. Glancing about the room she saw Nicodemus slouched against a wall, still not moving.
"Well actually, any scientist would have done as well, you just happened to be my choice."
"Oh good, that saves me the trouble of being flattered." She said dryly.
"Well, your backround helped. One of many survivors of the planet my cousin so vapidly blew up, you are an ideal target. You are the last of a species I WANT DEAD!" He said these last words with such a force of malice Celeria gasped. But that was nothing compared to her reaction when the meaning of the words hit her.
"The...last?" She gasped, telling herself it wasn't true.
"The last. Your friends on Earth are dead. Along with all other survivors of the planet Vegeta. There weren't many, but I tracked them all down."
"There were others? My friends..." Celeria didn't know which was more shocking. She told herself not to believe a word of her friends' death, but she knew it was always possible. The fact that there might be other survivors was surprising at first, but she suposed it was possible.
"There were others." He confirmed. "As usual, my dear, dear cousin was careless when he destroyed your race, and I was left to pick up after him." Seeing the obvious question in his captive's eyes, he continued. "Like my entire family, I have an inborn loathing for Saiyans, as they have an inborn loathing for me and my kind. Coincidently, both races have more or less met their end through eachother. Our kind will always be fighting. It's a cosmic fate."
"That doesn't mean you have to help it along! What happened to the Saiyans of Earth?"
"Spare me your peace talks. I killed them."
"No. You didn't." Celeria couldn't believe it. She WOULD NOT! True, she couldn't feel all the way to Earth for the kis she knew so well, but she just couldn't be the last Saiyan. She'd feel it. She'd know. "I'm not the last." She whispered so that her captor couldn't hear. Then she turned on the tears. Time for some acting.
"You mean there were others and I didn't seek them out?!" She demanded through false sobs. "You killed my friends... my brother?" Though Celeria knew Kakarot was not her brother, she did not know if this guy did. She wasn't sure what difference it might make, but it couldn't hurt.
"Your brother, your prince, and every one of the halflings!" He cackled gleefully.
"Fine then. Kill me." She stated, knowing he wouldn't. He still needed something. Let him think he was torturing her by keeping her alive. And apparently, he did.
"No, I can't kill you yet. I need your help on something first, then I'll kill you." She swallowed hard, knowing he was serious.
"If we are cosmically destined to fight, how can I help you?" She asked, testing her luck. Luckily, this guy didn't seem to mind answering a lot of questions.
"Notice Nicodemus." He said gesturing to the hunched over gaurd on the floor. "His time is almost up."
"What...what do you mean?"
"I tested an experiment on him. One to raise the power level. Unfortunately, it has a side effect. Well, you'll see soon enough." Celeria looked worriedly at her short-termed companion. She knew somehow he didn't want this lot in life, but he was forced into it. What was going to happen to him now?
As if in response to her thoughts, Nicodemus' body convulsed. Celeria twitched anxiously. She sensed a large flux in his power! It felt like... perhaps an overload? Oh dear... She twisted her neck away at just the right moment, for just then there was a deafening bang, and another, unidentifiable sound, that sounded horribly like blood and guts splattering against the wall. Celeria forced her eyes open and looked back. Nicodemus, if even he could be recognized as that, was undoubtably dead.
"You monster," Celeria growled.
"I'm the monster? *He* came to *me* looking to be stronger." The Freiza clone said casually.
"Did you tell him about the 'side effect'?" She spat. Silence. "You monster," She reiterated. She knew what he needed her for. If she refused, he'd kill her and pick another scientist out of the myriads on the planet. But one thing she still didn't understand... "Why me?"
"Imagine if a Saiyan helped me, the bane of all Saiyans, acheive unlimited power? The irony!"
"Imagine if the Saiyan refused."
"Imagine if the Saiyan got all her friends killed."
"Imagine if the Saiyan didn't care."
"Imagine if the Saiyan's captor saw right through her lies."
"You wouldn't go that far just for irony." Celeria said, hoping to call his bluff.
"Wouldn't I? Care to gamble on that one?"
"Damn you!" Celeria yelled, but furthur curses were cut off by searing pain tearing through her veins.
"We must learn to watch our mouth, mustn't we?" He taunted. Celeria muttered something inaudible and received another short jolt. Though she was angry, captured, and forced to keep her raging power level under control, she paused to marvel at what was obviously ingenious technology.
"Now then. If we are to work together, you must at least know my name." Celeria felt herself being lowered. "I am Char, the last of the Changelings who were so...accented... by Freiza. I'm supposed to be dead. And I know everything about you already, so we can get to work!"
Like tentacles, the ropes holding Celeria slithered into the ceiling and she landed lightly on the floor. She eyed the room. The only entrance/exit seemed to be the way she came in. She considered running, but didn't know how powerful this guy was. Oh well... nothing to loose.
Celeria broke for the door with all her speed, but Char phased in front of her. He raised a hand, and struck. End of scene, fade to black.
*********
Goten had an idea. If he raised his powerlevel he could alert the rest of the Z senshi to the impending danger. All he had to do was survive the torture that came with his summoning power. 'Let's hope this works.' Goten braced himself for pain, hoping his attacker wouldn't stop him.
*****
Short, I know. And it took forever, I know. i'm pathetic. so, please review for this pathetic author ^.^ toodles.
~mysticGohan33~