Sequel to A New Problem
Alex's Note: No, I'm not dead! I'M ALIVE! But I am laid up for a while. I broke my ankle riding last week and have been working on my other stories. Don't worry though! I'll have the next part out sooner, I promise!
Disclaimer: Insert favourite 'Disclaimer' here
Chapter 23
"And that.... should do it!" Ranmata finished tightening one last bolt to hold the metal covering on the regeneration tank. He wiped his forehead and stood up. "Now all we need are the physical bodies."
"Great," Gohan rolled his eyes jokingly. "Just what I wanted to do!"
Ranmata grinned and the two left the medical room to tell the others the good news. It had been 3 days since Ranmata, Kara and Tara had landed on Earth. Gohan and Ranmata had found common grounds in the rebuilding of the regeneration tanks and had become quick friends. Kara had spent the days avoiding all work and 'forgetting' to call her mother. Tara, disappointed that her adventure was prematurely ended, was forced to occupy her time with torturing Joey.
The rest of the Z gang trained for the three days. Those that could went in to the room of Spirit and Time. They hadn't gotten word from Dende or Herman yet so they assumed everything was fine in Heaven. Ranmata and Goku had retrieved Tranculus's body and it was waiting it's reprogramming in Bulma's lab.
Now, with the Insect group ready to land the next day, they had nothing to do but set out to Heaven and see if Dende could give them a clue to where the bodies were preserved.
Ranmata stepped out into the sun for the first time in those 3 days. He smirked slightly, Arandia, one of his stepsisters, always said he was a little obsessive with new projects. He once went as far as to stop eating for a few weeks. An incredible feat for a Saiyan but once he got his hands on a new gadget he just couldn't put it down.
He knew some of his siblings had escaped, with that many even Nabukia would have trouble tracking them all down. Once this whole thing was over the Black Shadow would make it his new project to find them. Ranmata snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Kara who was tapping her foot impatiently. He grabbed her hand and lifted off to follow the rest of the Z gang to the Look Out.
***
A certain Angelo female sat at a bar in a spaceport, tapping a long fingernail idly. Whoi was clearly still trying to figure out how Ranmata had gotten married in such a short time. There was the obvious reason, Daiyn were quite a pushy race when it came to marriages. The females were highly prided for their futility and they did have a very short pregnancy. But the child with them was too old for it to be the offspring of that female.
Whoi's tail lashed a bit in anger. He had the nerve to come back too! He had told her straight out that he would never come back to here unless he really did change his mind, wanted to shatter her hopes completely or he was totally desperate. When she first saw him she was leaning to the first but once she saw the girl she thought the second. Of course the third was always there, his being a wanted criminal was always a turn on. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a person tapping her on the shoulder.
"Yes," Whoi turned around. It was never good to lose future clients because of a little bad manners. "Can I do something for you?"
"Are you Jal Whoi?" the intruder asked. Whoi prided herself on knowing races. In her line of work it wouldn't help to lose customers because she couldn't recognise the person's features. It was a girl, who looked no older then 7. Her hazel hair was pulled tightly into several small buns on the top of her head and descended down her back in long tiny braids. Violet eyes were very prominent on her face. Her pointed ears were the thing that threw her away as the Faeroe clan but the clothing was all wrong. A tight purple jerkin and long baggy white bags were unknown to Whoi. She frowned, she needed some more study time.
"Yes," Whoi nodded.
"Good," the girl seated herself on the stool beside Whoi. "I require some information on an old customer of yours."
"I see," Whoi smiled. She knew a lot of her clients were criminals and more so giving information about them to their enemies usually paid more. "Who would it be?"
"Ranmata," the girl looked defiently in Whoi's eyes looking for a reaction. Whoi calmly swallowed and turned so she wasn't facing the girl.
"Yea, I know him. What's it to you?"
"I wanted to know if you knew where he was heading."
"Sorry, I can't give that information," Whoi stared straight ahead at the back of the bar's wall. "I can get you in touch with someone who can. But it'll take a while, you know, contacting and setting up appointments, probably a few weeks-"
Whoi was cut off by a sack being thumped loudly in front of her. She cautiously opened it. Gasping slightly at the amount of credits in it, she turned and smiled at the girl. "Follow me."
***
A local airport on the western coast of Canada was in an uproar. The small club only ran small touring planes and possibly a one way trip to the prairie provinces but it was definitely not ready for overseas. A single couple, or should we say a single mother and sumissive husband were suggesting the impossible.
"What do you mean there are no flights to Japan!" the short woman yelled at the manager of the place. "I demand that you take me there! At once!"
"Dear, maybe we should go to someplace a little bit bigger-"
"Did I ask you Rick? No! Let me handle this!"
"Mara, dearest, let's think this over a little-"
As the woman turned to yell at her husband the overweight manager sighed in relief and sagged down a little. That woman was down right scary. He didn't envy her husband that much. He held his breath as the woman turned her verbal assult back on him.
"Ma'am," the manager held up his hand defensivly. "I will personally drive you to the nearest international airport. I am sure you and your husband have excellent reasons for wanting to go over seas but sadly our small airstrip is unable to meet your needs. If you wish, we will even cover part of the ticket cost." //Just please leave!// he added silently.
"Why thank you," she smiled. "Where's your car?"
***
In the long dark echoing Mother ship, Nabukia tapped his long thin cartilage nails on the cool surface of the stone chair bad guys seem to like so much. His eyes dropped a little as his muscles relaxed fully. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.
~~**~~**~~
Nabukia found himself in the exact mind he was looking for. That young Saiyan's dream state was mainly the same for most of Nabukia's visits. It was a replication of his home ship.
The room he was in was obviously a children's room. It was open and very bright with wild colours. Fuzzy carpeting softened the floor and the room was coloured with wild splashes of paint. Several large low beds were placed in a small indent in the wall and the rest of the clearing was scattered with toys, colourings and books. Instead of windows looking out into the dark depressing stars, holographic windows displayed nature of the home planet. Soft recordings of classical music played in the empty room.
It was messy and tousled, like it had just been played in. It was always like this. Nabukia took a step and was brought up short by a loud squeak. He snarled and pulled the soft stuffed animal from under his foot. With a squeeze and a disgusted look as the animal let out another squeak, Nabukia threw the toy casually over his shoulder. He continued with his walk to the beds. They were hidden slightly but Nabukia knew what would be on them.
Ranmata had a very photographic mind. Unfortunately, so did Nabukia. The skinless human watched silently as Ranmata sat on the mussed bed, sadly pulling up the white blanket to cover something. Nabukia made his presence known by walking over to the other bed and pulling back the blanket.
Five small faces stared up at him. Their eyes were open with horror and agony, mouths twisted in an eternal soundless scream. The blood vessels in the normally pinkish or violet eyes had popped, leaving small rivers of blood leaking from the corners. It dribbled down to the elfish ears that also had imploded. The effected looked much live the children were crying. The normally white sheets under them were soaked with crimson and violet blood. Nabukia regarded them coldly. He felt the muscles on his neck prickle as Ranmata glared at him.
Unconcerned, Nabukia pulled the rest of the blanket back. The lower layer was already drenched in the split blood and Nabukia forced himself not to repulse at the stench. He kept an off-handed manner as he examined the bodies. They were mangled and broken, bones and veins popping out of thick, off white skin. He gave them one last look before covering them back up.
He turned to Ranmata and looked at him in the eyes. Cold hatred met his gaze.
"Look," Ranmata said with a voice positively dripping with loathing. "The glory of conquest. Isn't it lovely?"
"I don't care much for the scenery no, but a victory is a victory. I did get you, didn't I?"
"And I am fulfilling my promise to make your life absolutely miserable, aren't I?"
Nabukia thought for a minute before answering. "Yes, you are an inconvenience but not to worry dear boy, you will soon be out of my hair. Well, if I had any."
"You sick bastard," Ranmata spat. He stood up with his red battle aura flickering around him slightly. "How dare you invade my dreams? Did you not take enough from me? Can you not leave me in peace?"
"Dear Ranmata," Nabukia remained seated and smiled. "Peace? I do believe you are planning an attack on me. As any creature I do have the right to fight back. Just as your family did. Or would have done if given the chance." Nabukia smirked a little. "But I never believe in leaving things to chance."
"You-!" but before Ranmata could get his insult out, the room and him disappeared into a black void.
~~**~~**~~
Nabukia suddenly found himself sitting in his cold dark chair again. He smiled and picked up the pad of paper beside him and scribbled down the notes he had just gathered.
***
"Ranmata?"
A not-so-gentle shake on his shoulder snapped him out of his nap. He looked around and saw it was Kara. She looked at him with concerned eyes.
"You ok? You just conked out when we reached Dende's? Not enough sleep?"
"Yea. Something like that."
Extra Alex's Note: Hey, you know what I like? REVIEWS! Not to sound threatening to anything but I haven't had a single review since January. Partly my fault, I understand but PLEASE! ONE MEASELY WORD!
In fact, here are several! Just copy and paste in the box below:
Cool!
Awesome!
You're the best writer ever.
Get well soon!
This sucks! Take it down!
Who writes this crap?
Get off the stage!
Alex's Note: No, I'm not dead! I'M ALIVE! But I am laid up for a while. I broke my ankle riding last week and have been working on my other stories. Don't worry though! I'll have the next part out sooner, I promise!
Disclaimer: Insert favourite 'Disclaimer' here
Chapter 23
"And that.... should do it!" Ranmata finished tightening one last bolt to hold the metal covering on the regeneration tank. He wiped his forehead and stood up. "Now all we need are the physical bodies."
"Great," Gohan rolled his eyes jokingly. "Just what I wanted to do!"
Ranmata grinned and the two left the medical room to tell the others the good news. It had been 3 days since Ranmata, Kara and Tara had landed on Earth. Gohan and Ranmata had found common grounds in the rebuilding of the regeneration tanks and had become quick friends. Kara had spent the days avoiding all work and 'forgetting' to call her mother. Tara, disappointed that her adventure was prematurely ended, was forced to occupy her time with torturing Joey.
The rest of the Z gang trained for the three days. Those that could went in to the room of Spirit and Time. They hadn't gotten word from Dende or Herman yet so they assumed everything was fine in Heaven. Ranmata and Goku had retrieved Tranculus's body and it was waiting it's reprogramming in Bulma's lab.
Now, with the Insect group ready to land the next day, they had nothing to do but set out to Heaven and see if Dende could give them a clue to where the bodies were preserved.
Ranmata stepped out into the sun for the first time in those 3 days. He smirked slightly, Arandia, one of his stepsisters, always said he was a little obsessive with new projects. He once went as far as to stop eating for a few weeks. An incredible feat for a Saiyan but once he got his hands on a new gadget he just couldn't put it down.
He knew some of his siblings had escaped, with that many even Nabukia would have trouble tracking them all down. Once this whole thing was over the Black Shadow would make it his new project to find them. Ranmata snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Kara who was tapping her foot impatiently. He grabbed her hand and lifted off to follow the rest of the Z gang to the Look Out.
***
A certain Angelo female sat at a bar in a spaceport, tapping a long fingernail idly. Whoi was clearly still trying to figure out how Ranmata had gotten married in such a short time. There was the obvious reason, Daiyn were quite a pushy race when it came to marriages. The females were highly prided for their futility and they did have a very short pregnancy. But the child with them was too old for it to be the offspring of that female.
Whoi's tail lashed a bit in anger. He had the nerve to come back too! He had told her straight out that he would never come back to here unless he really did change his mind, wanted to shatter her hopes completely or he was totally desperate. When she first saw him she was leaning to the first but once she saw the girl she thought the second. Of course the third was always there, his being a wanted criminal was always a turn on. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a person tapping her on the shoulder.
"Yes," Whoi turned around. It was never good to lose future clients because of a little bad manners. "Can I do something for you?"
"Are you Jal Whoi?" the intruder asked. Whoi prided herself on knowing races. In her line of work it wouldn't help to lose customers because she couldn't recognise the person's features. It was a girl, who looked no older then 7. Her hazel hair was pulled tightly into several small buns on the top of her head and descended down her back in long tiny braids. Violet eyes were very prominent on her face. Her pointed ears were the thing that threw her away as the Faeroe clan but the clothing was all wrong. A tight purple jerkin and long baggy white bags were unknown to Whoi. She frowned, she needed some more study time.
"Yes," Whoi nodded.
"Good," the girl seated herself on the stool beside Whoi. "I require some information on an old customer of yours."
"I see," Whoi smiled. She knew a lot of her clients were criminals and more so giving information about them to their enemies usually paid more. "Who would it be?"
"Ranmata," the girl looked defiently in Whoi's eyes looking for a reaction. Whoi calmly swallowed and turned so she wasn't facing the girl.
"Yea, I know him. What's it to you?"
"I wanted to know if you knew where he was heading."
"Sorry, I can't give that information," Whoi stared straight ahead at the back of the bar's wall. "I can get you in touch with someone who can. But it'll take a while, you know, contacting and setting up appointments, probably a few weeks-"
Whoi was cut off by a sack being thumped loudly in front of her. She cautiously opened it. Gasping slightly at the amount of credits in it, she turned and smiled at the girl. "Follow me."
***
A local airport on the western coast of Canada was in an uproar. The small club only ran small touring planes and possibly a one way trip to the prairie provinces but it was definitely not ready for overseas. A single couple, or should we say a single mother and sumissive husband were suggesting the impossible.
"What do you mean there are no flights to Japan!" the short woman yelled at the manager of the place. "I demand that you take me there! At once!"
"Dear, maybe we should go to someplace a little bit bigger-"
"Did I ask you Rick? No! Let me handle this!"
"Mara, dearest, let's think this over a little-"
As the woman turned to yell at her husband the overweight manager sighed in relief and sagged down a little. That woman was down right scary. He didn't envy her husband that much. He held his breath as the woman turned her verbal assult back on him.
"Ma'am," the manager held up his hand defensivly. "I will personally drive you to the nearest international airport. I am sure you and your husband have excellent reasons for wanting to go over seas but sadly our small airstrip is unable to meet your needs. If you wish, we will even cover part of the ticket cost." //Just please leave!// he added silently.
"Why thank you," she smiled. "Where's your car?"
***
In the long dark echoing Mother ship, Nabukia tapped his long thin cartilage nails on the cool surface of the stone chair bad guys seem to like so much. His eyes dropped a little as his muscles relaxed fully. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.
~~**~~**~~
Nabukia found himself in the exact mind he was looking for. That young Saiyan's dream state was mainly the same for most of Nabukia's visits. It was a replication of his home ship.
The room he was in was obviously a children's room. It was open and very bright with wild colours. Fuzzy carpeting softened the floor and the room was coloured with wild splashes of paint. Several large low beds were placed in a small indent in the wall and the rest of the clearing was scattered with toys, colourings and books. Instead of windows looking out into the dark depressing stars, holographic windows displayed nature of the home planet. Soft recordings of classical music played in the empty room.
It was messy and tousled, like it had just been played in. It was always like this. Nabukia took a step and was brought up short by a loud squeak. He snarled and pulled the soft stuffed animal from under his foot. With a squeeze and a disgusted look as the animal let out another squeak, Nabukia threw the toy casually over his shoulder. He continued with his walk to the beds. They were hidden slightly but Nabukia knew what would be on them.
Ranmata had a very photographic mind. Unfortunately, so did Nabukia. The skinless human watched silently as Ranmata sat on the mussed bed, sadly pulling up the white blanket to cover something. Nabukia made his presence known by walking over to the other bed and pulling back the blanket.
Five small faces stared up at him. Their eyes were open with horror and agony, mouths twisted in an eternal soundless scream. The blood vessels in the normally pinkish or violet eyes had popped, leaving small rivers of blood leaking from the corners. It dribbled down to the elfish ears that also had imploded. The effected looked much live the children were crying. The normally white sheets under them were soaked with crimson and violet blood. Nabukia regarded them coldly. He felt the muscles on his neck prickle as Ranmata glared at him.
Unconcerned, Nabukia pulled the rest of the blanket back. The lower layer was already drenched in the split blood and Nabukia forced himself not to repulse at the stench. He kept an off-handed manner as he examined the bodies. They were mangled and broken, bones and veins popping out of thick, off white skin. He gave them one last look before covering them back up.
He turned to Ranmata and looked at him in the eyes. Cold hatred met his gaze.
"Look," Ranmata said with a voice positively dripping with loathing. "The glory of conquest. Isn't it lovely?"
"I don't care much for the scenery no, but a victory is a victory. I did get you, didn't I?"
"And I am fulfilling my promise to make your life absolutely miserable, aren't I?"
Nabukia thought for a minute before answering. "Yes, you are an inconvenience but not to worry dear boy, you will soon be out of my hair. Well, if I had any."
"You sick bastard," Ranmata spat. He stood up with his red battle aura flickering around him slightly. "How dare you invade my dreams? Did you not take enough from me? Can you not leave me in peace?"
"Dear Ranmata," Nabukia remained seated and smiled. "Peace? I do believe you are planning an attack on me. As any creature I do have the right to fight back. Just as your family did. Or would have done if given the chance." Nabukia smirked a little. "But I never believe in leaving things to chance."
"You-!" but before Ranmata could get his insult out, the room and him disappeared into a black void.
~~**~~**~~
Nabukia suddenly found himself sitting in his cold dark chair again. He smiled and picked up the pad of paper beside him and scribbled down the notes he had just gathered.
***
"Ranmata?"
A not-so-gentle shake on his shoulder snapped him out of his nap. He looked around and saw it was Kara. She looked at him with concerned eyes.
"You ok? You just conked out when we reached Dende's? Not enough sleep?"
"Yea. Something like that."
Extra Alex's Note: Hey, you know what I like? REVIEWS! Not to sound threatening to anything but I haven't had a single review since January. Partly my fault, I understand but PLEASE! ONE MEASELY WORD!
In fact, here are several! Just copy and paste in the box below:
Cool!
Awesome!
You're the best writer ever.
Get well soon!
This sucks! Take it down!
Who writes this crap?
Get off the stage!