nyc_pwyncess: hey it's me again!! i was so excited to get this chappie out that i wrote it as soon as i posted the first one!!

vegeta: couldn't you have left them alone for a little bit longer??

nyc: zippit!!

vegeta: nani??

nyc: court, ex-zippit a!! look, i'm zippy long stockings!! would you like a zuckle of my zipple?? #$^ &%## *&&(@ subtitile: zippit. when a problem comes along, you must zippit. *whip sound* zippit good!!

vegeta: what the hell are you saying??
nyc: in short, shut up!! and i have watched the Austin Powers movies too many times. which i don't own, just like i don't own dbz!! i'm so sad and distraught, gohan can you continue it??

gohan: sure, nyc loves reviews, so pwetty pwease read and review!!

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I woke up later in one of the cells. I was lying on my side, my hair in front of my face, one arm draped over another, same with my legs. The floor was nothing but stone as were the walls, but the fourth wall was just a row of bars facing one of the rooms that the others usually rested in.

As I lay there, trying to recollect anything, I became aware of pressure on my neck. I brought my hands up and realized that they had put a metal collar on me attached to the wall behind me. It was something that Seventeen and Gero thought hilarious because of my appearance, but Eighteen never laughed.

Out of the three of them, Eighteen was the one that was mean to me the least. Every now and again, I could swear that for a split second Eighteen's face had an expression of pity when she saw me, but never longer than a second. She didn't respect me, no way, but she didn't spend her free time annoying me like her brother.

Every other day or so, Seventeen would take me into a room to "train" as he called it. It was basically him pounding me into a wall or the ground, but I never showed off my true power. If I did, they might make me help them kill innocent people. Innocent people like my parents. My Kami, if my parents saw me would they even recognize me?? No, not even because I was seven when they died and was now fourteen, but because of the "side-effects" of the experiments I had endured the past seven years.

I used to be of a pale complexion, with violet eyes, short stature, and had straight black hair that would shine, but not anymore. After countless tests of gene splicing on animals, Gero decided he wanted a human to test on, and since I had already been captured he used me. The animal he chose to combine me with was a silver fox. I remember the day that he administered the test. Seventeen had strapped me down and I was so nervous, I was only eleven and had already been through different tests. Gero filled a needle and was about to stab it through my skin when he told Seventeen to knock me out, which he did happily.

When I woke up I was tied to a chair and could barely lift my head, it was like my body was telling me to not even look up. But I did so anyway and found myself facing a mirror, which brought my life to a screeching halt when I looked at myself. I was still about four foot seven and had violet eyes, but that was all that was the same. I now had the appearance of a humanoid silver fox!! My legs were those of a fox only longer so that I could stand on two feet, my body appeared trimmer and more sleek, my hands appeared more delicate and had minute claws instead of nails, my teeth were now small fangs, I had a long bushy silver tail behind me, two fox ears were atop of my head, my hair had changed violet for some reason, but still reached just below my shoulder blades and still shimmered, my face resembled that of a foxes, just more human looking, with a smaller snout and the such, and I was covered in a coat of silverish colored fur!! I checked my surroundings and found no one there, so I cried. I cried when I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I would never be considered a human again, I would be nothing more than a freak!!

As I sat in my cell now reminiscing of past times, I heard someone open the door of the room that my cell was in, Seventeen. "What do you want??", I growled as he came towards the cage door.

"Why, I thought that the little kitsune would like to know that the testing went well, and we'll be doing a retesting tomorrow.", he smoothly replied with that annoying smirk on his face.

"My name is Moonlight, not kitsune.", was my comeback, although inside I was franticly nervous, knowing that tomorrow I would have to do that test all over again and knowing that my pride wouldn't let me cry out on the first injection.

"Oh, you mean you're not excited??", he sarcastically asked as he bent down to get more of an eye-to-eye view, but I just scooted back to the wall. We both knew it wasn't fear, just the desire to get the hell away from him. "Oh, c'mon now, Gero said he wants to make sure you don't try another stupid escape stunt so I can't leave you there. So get up, NOW!!", he ordered.

"No."

"If you won't get up, I'll pick you up myself.", he stated as he slid the bars along and unlocked the clasp that connected the leash to the wall and took it into his own hands and pulled. "Move it kitsune.", he barked again, but I stood there, refusing to be ordered around, even though we both knew who would be the victor in this argument.

"If you won't move, then I'll drag you.", and he started to pull the leash as he walked out of the holding cell. I felt my feet betray and start to follow with my black flares skidding on the stone, but I made a grab for the cell doorway and held on for dear life. He tugged the collar, thinking it hilarious how easily I could be lead just like any other canine when attached to a leash. He tugged again, but still I wouldn't budge.

"Fine, you think you're going to be difficult??", and he shot a minute ki-blast at the collar, causing it to unlock and drop off. I attempted to make a break for it, but he grabbed me by the base of my tail and held it above his head so that I was facing him, but upside down. "Now, we'll be on our way.", he said as he flipped me over onto his shoulder so that I was looking down his back.

Too soon we were in the main meeting room where I was promptly tossed into a chair like some rag doll and strapped in. I just sat there while the other three talked about how many people they killed, bothersome saiyans, blah blah blah!! While they droned on and on, I began formulating another plan of escape.

I had always tried to escape during the day, but if I left during the night I might be able to get farther away, even if no village would accept me. One of the side-effects that they were oblivious to was that I could read minds every now and then. I could run ahead of the androids and warn villages of the coming doom. That would work. I would escape this horrid place, even if it killed me...

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nyc: and cut!! not as long as the first, but i hope you still liked it!! i'm on such a writing kick, that i'm writing the third chappie right after this!! please post ideas on the review board!! baiz!!