Breakdown Chapter 14
Disclaimer- I don't own 'em
Non-Author-Note- I've decided to put all my author notes at the end of each chapter from now on (don't ask what this is, then) Because I often find that I put a note, then type the chapter, then by the time I'm done, the note no longer applies... oops ^.^ oh well... easily remedied. Read on!
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Celeria awoke neither in a cell, nor suspended from the ceiling again, but on the floor of what looked like a laboratory. She got shakily to her feet, testing her balance and the extent of her injuries. They weren't much. Just a dull throbbing in the back of her head from where Char had hit her... now to the laboratory.
First off, it was much too neat and orderly. Any laboratory she made use of had to have papers strewn everywhere, countless stains adorning walls and ceilings, and at LEAST a few scorch marks. This one was immaculate. Secondly it was too bright. Bright flourescent lights overhead illuminated a stainless steel table and stark white walls and floor. In the center of the table was a laptop. She opened it cautiously and a document came up on the screen. Scanning the file, she realized it was a compilation of notes on the project her captor expected her to work on. Successes and failures of certain parts of the power-hightening project... it seemed her predessesors had all figured out different clues to the puzzle, but there was still a large factor remaing; adapting the host.
'Well, I wouldn't mind blowing HIM sky high...' She thought, scrolling through the pages. Most of the tests had had drastic outcomes that killed the test subject, or the scientist him (or her) self. The scientists who had not brought their own deaths upon themselves had been killed by Char for repeated failure. Celeria swallowed hard. This was a data log of at least twenty different scientists, most, she derived from the journal, had been held here against their will. How long, she wondered silently, had these abductions been going on without the democracy knowing? Or had they known? Celeria remembered Nicodemus. The King's own gaurd turned traitor... how many more like him were there? Were they even all from this planet? Celeria shook herself away from pointless questions and focused on the task at hand. Char wanted results, and she didn't want to give them to him.
The obvious answer was to deliberately mess up, then give whatever she came out with to Char and hope he'd explode or something. However, the journals mentioned test subjects, and it would never do to explode an innocent... whatever it was she was testing. Unless it wasn't innocent. She'd have to wait and find out about that one. Meanwhile there was lots of fun to be had with what she assumed was to be her prison. Celeria took up some interesting-looking liquids...
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Char watched Celeria from his main room. He was glad to see her inquisitiveness had not been hurt. But still, there was no way she'd ever agree to work for him. He'd had plenty experiance with Saiyan stubborness and will power. He'd lost on Earth because of it, when he clearly should have won in power and tact. No matter. He would beat them down with brute force this time. He turned from the monitor displaying the girl and began rummaging through his cluttered laboratory. In his hasty departure form Earth, he'd not had a chance to take with him any of his toys, but luckily he could recreate them from memory, or access his ship's computer. He'd had a few items in the ship he left in, but they definitely weren't useful in this aspect of work.
Now then, what WOULD be useful? Energy draining? No. Giant Lasers? No. Teleportation devices? No. Regen tanks? No. Mind control chip? No... wait... mind control. Char straightened. The chip he held in his hand would control the human mind and make the subject slave to whoever held the mainframe computer. Now Celeria was Saiyan, but with a few modifications, the chip could be made to work for her body. Yes... this would do rather nicely. He grinned. There was no longer any need to bargain with her, or threaten. She'd do what he wanted now, no questions asked. He set to work modifying the chip.
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For the first time in a while, Celeria began thinking straight. If she perfected this experiment, whoever- or whatever- she tested it on would become stronger. Strong enough to take on Char. Unfortunately, Char had considered this as well. The lights suddenly flickered off and Celeria dropped the bottles she was holding. As a bright puff of smoke lit up the room momentarily as every horror movie she'd ever seen came rushing back to her. A dark figure with a large weapon-ish thing laughed maniacly and advanced on her. A sound disturbingly like a chainsaw filled the air and Celeria screamed in pain as surgery without anesthesia was performed.
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Celeria woke up on the floor of her lab sometime later with a splitting headache. which was reasonable, considering what had happened a few hours before. Her hair was matted to the back of her neck by a nice clump of dried blood. Her blood, she realized. Rolling over, she noted a sizeable amount on the floor as well. At least the room wasn't so stark anymore... She decided to attempt sitting up. that went well enouhg. She got slowly to her knees, forcing her vision to stay clear through the white spots that threatened to overturn her. She paused here. Would she be able to stand? the lab table was a few feet away; it could support her weight if she needed it to. She began to rise, and gained her feet just as-
*PHZZT*
From the base of her neck came jolts of electricity. Celeria's back arched and her mouth formed a silent scream. She realized now what had been done to her and even felt herself losing control of her thoughts. Just before the independant Celeria's mind was completely given over to the dark side (quite literally, actually, as her vision was growing dim.) she saw the triumphant form of Char. Her lips twisted in one last action of defiance and she managed to whisper
"Remember Freiza." Then, all was dark. Celeria- the new and 'improved'- stepped forward. Char grinned. He WOULD remember Freiza, and not make the same mistake he had with Vegeta. Celeria would have no freedom and would not escape. If ever a treacherous thought crossed her mind (and he WOULD be able to tell) he could zap it out of her. Remember Freiza? Only by his stupidity.
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For the next year or so, Celeria did everything for Char. Shortly, the equation for ultimate power was discovered. However, forgetting Freiza, Char allowed Celeria to live. Together, the two of them conquered uncountable planets. Char was happy and profited from each new venture, and the best part was his partner didn't demand a cut of anything. However, all technology becomes outdated, and eventually, Celeria- the real Celeria- faught her way back to the surface. It happened before Char could realize it and even before Celeria quite knew what was happening. All she knew was that it was like waking up from a long nap to find herself standing next to Char with him rattling on about some planet or another. She barely recalled what had happened before the chip in her head pushed her back again. Next time, however, she would be quicker to react.
The next time Celeria surfaced, she was in the middle of destroying some civilization. Quickly figuring where she was, she allowed one of the pitiful attacks being hurled by the villagers to hit her. Feigning great weakness, she dropped to the ground, and didn't move. She heard the cheers go up from the villagers and Char's voice over the...scouter??? The fool, he hadn't remembered his cousin. He had done the same thing! Celeria also found she was dressed in Saiyan-like armor... of all the ridiculous things...
"Celeria what has happened?" Demanded an angry Char. Knowing Char might regain control at any moment, she tore off the scouter and crushed it. The people of the planet, seeing her active once more, let out a unanimous scream and fled.
'Cowards,' Celeria scoffed inwardly, then proceeded to feel around the back of her neck. Sure enough, there was a tiny lump that should not have been. Wincing at what was about to come, she dug her nails (which had grown long, and filed perfectly for some reason beyond her) into the skin. She felt the hot blood trickle between her fingers and a shot of pain sent through her nervous system, but she didn't give it up, and within minutes of agony, the chip was extracted. Crushing it underfoot and counting on her healing system to close the wound, she fled for the planet's transportation system. Aquiring a small ship and immediately hacking through the security codes, she took off. Destination: Earth.
In his ship, Char was livid. He had been duped by a Saiyan who now had a head start on him by a few light years. Hyperspeed was a very handy invention, but Char's ship, being built to live in and be a fully functioning system to support hundreds of lives, (his 'employees', of course), did not have the function.
"Pick up her trail!" He ordered, growing angrier by the second. I want Amqui destroyed; she might try there. Destroy all the captives as well!" It was done. In an instant, the planet was no more. Everyone- the professor, and Celeria's friend Becky- was executed immediately after a year or so of imprisonment.
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"Son Goku, I grow impatient. Where are you friends?" Demanded an irritated voice from somewhere in the blackness. Goten winced.he had tryed to raise his power, but he was helpless against the bonds holding him. "If they don't come, you are useless to me. I will seek them out one by one instead. And you each will die slowly and painfully, without the glory of battle. You first." Without warning, a fist- or foot, Goten couldn't tell which- found it's way through the pitch and into his ribs. Goten made no sound. The attacks came again and again, harder each time and Goten felt his ribs crack. He spat the small amount of blood that rose in his throat to the ground, where it landed with a distant *plink*. Goten breathed heavily. The attacks stopped. He heard a small swish and assumed his assailent had left the room. How long would this go on?
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HAHA! FINISHED! I would have like to go into the torturing of Goten more extensively, but that's going to have to wait because I just realized I havenn't posted in quite a bit of time. So, for those who were wondering, no, i did not keel over and die, i'm still here ^.^ too bad, huh? oh well, this fic is almost done, not to worry. so, please review. and also, i have a question to beg of you. When Goten spat out the blood, what sound effect do you think would go best with that? I used plink, but a friend of mine thinks splat would have been better. i was also considering plip, plunk, and smack. What do you think? I just couldn't find the right word... lemme know. toodles till next time. Oh yeah, I almost forgot.. my traditional excuse for being not-so-frequent with the updates... well, you're either going to laugh, cry, or come after me with torches and pitchforks. I had it done a while ago, but forgot about it.... so i didn't get it posted till now... sorry. Not to mention I had to take time to wade through a million e-mails a day (thank you, Mr. Steele) ^.^ toodles for real now
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- I don't own 'em
Non-Author-Note- I've decided to put all my author notes at the end of each chapter from now on (don't ask what this is, then) Because I often find that I put a note, then type the chapter, then by the time I'm done, the note no longer applies... oops ^.^ oh well... easily remedied. Read on!
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Celeria awoke neither in a cell, nor suspended from the ceiling again, but on the floor of what looked like a laboratory. She got shakily to her feet, testing her balance and the extent of her injuries. They weren't much. Just a dull throbbing in the back of her head from where Char had hit her... now to the laboratory.
First off, it was much too neat and orderly. Any laboratory she made use of had to have papers strewn everywhere, countless stains adorning walls and ceilings, and at LEAST a few scorch marks. This one was immaculate. Secondly it was too bright. Bright flourescent lights overhead illuminated a stainless steel table and stark white walls and floor. In the center of the table was a laptop. She opened it cautiously and a document came up on the screen. Scanning the file, she realized it was a compilation of notes on the project her captor expected her to work on. Successes and failures of certain parts of the power-hightening project... it seemed her predessesors had all figured out different clues to the puzzle, but there was still a large factor remaing; adapting the host.
'Well, I wouldn't mind blowing HIM sky high...' She thought, scrolling through the pages. Most of the tests had had drastic outcomes that killed the test subject, or the scientist him (or her) self. The scientists who had not brought their own deaths upon themselves had been killed by Char for repeated failure. Celeria swallowed hard. This was a data log of at least twenty different scientists, most, she derived from the journal, had been held here against their will. How long, she wondered silently, had these abductions been going on without the democracy knowing? Or had they known? Celeria remembered Nicodemus. The King's own gaurd turned traitor... how many more like him were there? Were they even all from this planet? Celeria shook herself away from pointless questions and focused on the task at hand. Char wanted results, and she didn't want to give them to him.
The obvious answer was to deliberately mess up, then give whatever she came out with to Char and hope he'd explode or something. However, the journals mentioned test subjects, and it would never do to explode an innocent... whatever it was she was testing. Unless it wasn't innocent. She'd have to wait and find out about that one. Meanwhile there was lots of fun to be had with what she assumed was to be her prison. Celeria took up some interesting-looking liquids...
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Char watched Celeria from his main room. He was glad to see her inquisitiveness had not been hurt. But still, there was no way she'd ever agree to work for him. He'd had plenty experiance with Saiyan stubborness and will power. He'd lost on Earth because of it, when he clearly should have won in power and tact. No matter. He would beat them down with brute force this time. He turned from the monitor displaying the girl and began rummaging through his cluttered laboratory. In his hasty departure form Earth, he'd not had a chance to take with him any of his toys, but luckily he could recreate them from memory, or access his ship's computer. He'd had a few items in the ship he left in, but they definitely weren't useful in this aspect of work.
Now then, what WOULD be useful? Energy draining? No. Giant Lasers? No. Teleportation devices? No. Regen tanks? No. Mind control chip? No... wait... mind control. Char straightened. The chip he held in his hand would control the human mind and make the subject slave to whoever held the mainframe computer. Now Celeria was Saiyan, but with a few modifications, the chip could be made to work for her body. Yes... this would do rather nicely. He grinned. There was no longer any need to bargain with her, or threaten. She'd do what he wanted now, no questions asked. He set to work modifying the chip.
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For the first time in a while, Celeria began thinking straight. If she perfected this experiment, whoever- or whatever- she tested it on would become stronger. Strong enough to take on Char. Unfortunately, Char had considered this as well. The lights suddenly flickered off and Celeria dropped the bottles she was holding. As a bright puff of smoke lit up the room momentarily as every horror movie she'd ever seen came rushing back to her. A dark figure with a large weapon-ish thing laughed maniacly and advanced on her. A sound disturbingly like a chainsaw filled the air and Celeria screamed in pain as surgery without anesthesia was performed.
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Celeria woke up on the floor of her lab sometime later with a splitting headache. which was reasonable, considering what had happened a few hours before. Her hair was matted to the back of her neck by a nice clump of dried blood. Her blood, she realized. Rolling over, she noted a sizeable amount on the floor as well. At least the room wasn't so stark anymore... She decided to attempt sitting up. that went well enouhg. She got slowly to her knees, forcing her vision to stay clear through the white spots that threatened to overturn her. She paused here. Would she be able to stand? the lab table was a few feet away; it could support her weight if she needed it to. She began to rise, and gained her feet just as-
*PHZZT*
From the base of her neck came jolts of electricity. Celeria's back arched and her mouth formed a silent scream. She realized now what had been done to her and even felt herself losing control of her thoughts. Just before the independant Celeria's mind was completely given over to the dark side (quite literally, actually, as her vision was growing dim.) she saw the triumphant form of Char. Her lips twisted in one last action of defiance and she managed to whisper
"Remember Freiza." Then, all was dark. Celeria- the new and 'improved'- stepped forward. Char grinned. He WOULD remember Freiza, and not make the same mistake he had with Vegeta. Celeria would have no freedom and would not escape. If ever a treacherous thought crossed her mind (and he WOULD be able to tell) he could zap it out of her. Remember Freiza? Only by his stupidity.
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For the next year or so, Celeria did everything for Char. Shortly, the equation for ultimate power was discovered. However, forgetting Freiza, Char allowed Celeria to live. Together, the two of them conquered uncountable planets. Char was happy and profited from each new venture, and the best part was his partner didn't demand a cut of anything. However, all technology becomes outdated, and eventually, Celeria- the real Celeria- faught her way back to the surface. It happened before Char could realize it and even before Celeria quite knew what was happening. All she knew was that it was like waking up from a long nap to find herself standing next to Char with him rattling on about some planet or another. She barely recalled what had happened before the chip in her head pushed her back again. Next time, however, she would be quicker to react.
The next time Celeria surfaced, she was in the middle of destroying some civilization. Quickly figuring where she was, she allowed one of the pitiful attacks being hurled by the villagers to hit her. Feigning great weakness, she dropped to the ground, and didn't move. She heard the cheers go up from the villagers and Char's voice over the...scouter??? The fool, he hadn't remembered his cousin. He had done the same thing! Celeria also found she was dressed in Saiyan-like armor... of all the ridiculous things...
"Celeria what has happened?" Demanded an angry Char. Knowing Char might regain control at any moment, she tore off the scouter and crushed it. The people of the planet, seeing her active once more, let out a unanimous scream and fled.
'Cowards,' Celeria scoffed inwardly, then proceeded to feel around the back of her neck. Sure enough, there was a tiny lump that should not have been. Wincing at what was about to come, she dug her nails (which had grown long, and filed perfectly for some reason beyond her) into the skin. She felt the hot blood trickle between her fingers and a shot of pain sent through her nervous system, but she didn't give it up, and within minutes of agony, the chip was extracted. Crushing it underfoot and counting on her healing system to close the wound, she fled for the planet's transportation system. Aquiring a small ship and immediately hacking through the security codes, she took off. Destination: Earth.
In his ship, Char was livid. He had been duped by a Saiyan who now had a head start on him by a few light years. Hyperspeed was a very handy invention, but Char's ship, being built to live in and be a fully functioning system to support hundreds of lives, (his 'employees', of course), did not have the function.
"Pick up her trail!" He ordered, growing angrier by the second. I want Amqui destroyed; she might try there. Destroy all the captives as well!" It was done. In an instant, the planet was no more. Everyone- the professor, and Celeria's friend Becky- was executed immediately after a year or so of imprisonment.
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"Son Goku, I grow impatient. Where are you friends?" Demanded an irritated voice from somewhere in the blackness. Goten winced.he had tryed to raise his power, but he was helpless against the bonds holding him. "If they don't come, you are useless to me. I will seek them out one by one instead. And you each will die slowly and painfully, without the glory of battle. You first." Without warning, a fist- or foot, Goten couldn't tell which- found it's way through the pitch and into his ribs. Goten made no sound. The attacks came again and again, harder each time and Goten felt his ribs crack. He spat the small amount of blood that rose in his throat to the ground, where it landed with a distant *plink*. Goten breathed heavily. The attacks stopped. He heard a small swish and assumed his assailent had left the room. How long would this go on?
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HAHA! FINISHED! I would have like to go into the torturing of Goten more extensively, but that's going to have to wait because I just realized I havenn't posted in quite a bit of time. So, for those who were wondering, no, i did not keel over and die, i'm still here ^.^ too bad, huh? oh well, this fic is almost done, not to worry. so, please review. and also, i have a question to beg of you. When Goten spat out the blood, what sound effect do you think would go best with that? I used plink, but a friend of mine thinks splat would have been better. i was also considering plip, plunk, and smack. What do you think? I just couldn't find the right word... lemme know. toodles till next time. Oh yeah, I almost forgot.. my traditional excuse for being not-so-frequent with the updates... well, you're either going to laugh, cry, or come after me with torches and pitchforks. I had it done a while ago, but forgot about it.... so i didn't get it posted till now... sorry. Not to mention I had to take time to wade through a million e-mails a day (thank you, Mr. Steele) ^.^ toodles for real now
~mysticGohan33~