The Ward

By Alejandro Gonzalez

As she walked down the hall towards the part where she was going to be staying for an undefined amount of time, she looked at the patients that were there since they were little, and it made her wonder why humans were so quick to consider each other crazy. It was kind of startling to her. Being a Saiyan that she was, she didn't understand certain things. Then again, she was oblivious to human ways. Still, seeing patients like John, who was there since he was thirteen, when he was left in dumpster by his parents, and then found by a man who was working for the city at the time. He was somehow convinced that it wasn't his parents who rejected him, but fate had decided that he was better off without them. He "talked" to them everyday. Patients all over heard him screaming at them, taunting them, saying to them that they were worthless, and sometimes, he laughed at their pathetic ness. It amazed all the doctors that he was like he was.

Then she came to Frank. A man who was a bit aggressive, and no one understood why. She saw him, as he held one of the patients up by his collar, ordering him to fork over his lunch, for the ward never fed him enough. She looked at him somewhat strange; could he be a Saiyan?! No, couldn't be. If he was a Saiyan, he'd be on some other planet. If he was a Saiyan, he'd clearly be a middle class. Earth was a class BA-3 planet, and only elites and lower-class were sent to these. Wait…yes! He was a Saiyan. She just didn't see his tail at first, and he wasn't wearing armor. It was a bit hidden, but she could see the end of it sticking out. Right now, several guards were trying to get him to put the other guy down. It seemed as though there were other Saiyans on this planet; now, she was going to find out what others were here.

She went and sat down in the main lunch room. She went and got some lunch. Normally, no one got more than the usual amount of food, but because she looked so unusual, she was given all the food she demanded, and she didn't have to show any strength. Sitting down, she sat at the table with Frank. First of all, she asked what his name was.

He acted around her, unlike what any of the others did. First of all, he seemed to be respectful of her.

"My name is Kimenar, but these morons here call me 'Frank'. So, you're an elite?" He said, sitting up perfectly straight.

She smiled. "You can relax, soldier. Yeah, I'm General Kelt's daughter. What would your power level be?"

He settled down, but still seemed to be at attention. "My power level is thirteen thousand."

She raised her eyebrows. "Pretty high for your class! Impressive, soldier! Tell me though, why do you hide your tail, and don't wear armor?"

He shrugged. "They gave me these clothes, and told me that if I wore that armor again, they'd stop feeding me."

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Soldier, you can just take food! Can'tcha?"

He shook his head. "They give me pills that make me obey them. At first, I thought it was a joke, but I can't stop taking 'em, or they make me sick."

She was disgusted by that statement. "You stay right here."

With that, she stormed from the dining hall, and headed for Eckers' office. When she got there, she opened the door, and walked up to him and got right in his face. She was pissed, and he was trying to calm her down. She'd locked the door, and so, he was at her mercy.

"Why the hell have you gotten Kimenar hooked on your drugs?! I want him off it now!" She demanded.

He backed off a bit. "You know that he is too aggressive."

She grabbed him by his neck, and held him out the window, only her hand kept him from a thirteen-story drop to his death. He tried to scream, but her hand was so tightly clamped on his neck that he was speechless. He was scared, to say it mildly.

"Are you going to take him off the drug NOW?!" She yelled.

He nodded his head in agreement, and she brought him back in the office and shut the window. Now, she'd destroyed any wonders about how powerful she was, in the doctor's eyes. Afterward, she helped him to his feet.

"Good that we could discuss this diplomatically," she said.

Returning to the lunch hall, she sat down with "Frank", and informed him he'd be rehabilitated from those pills. It would take much effort on his part, but Saiyans were extremely good at getting unaddicted. She returned to eating her food, and the doctor was in his office, writing down all his notes about his session with her. In big, bold letters, he wrote, "Extremely strong. Remember to ask how she got so strong, and get some medicine for neck."

He also was contemplating whether or not to send her up to the next floor, where they put violent people in solitary. He eventually decided that, if she was strong enough to hold a two hundred thirty pound person out the window without effort, she could break down a slightly lighter door. So, he decided that it would be best if he simply didn't mess with her. As he went out of his office, the secretary asked him what the argument was, but he didn't answer. He went to the guard outside the patient's ward. The guy was a bit surprised, so the doctor asked him what was going on, and his reply made the doctor surprised.

"What?" Replied Doctor Eckers, "She's able to calm down angry Frank?"

The doctor had to see that. He went in the lunch room, and saw her get up and walk away from his table. He also noticed something strange: he was wearing the armor that he'd come in with, and was visibly showing his tail. Eckers was eager to go up to him, albeit slowly.

"How are you feeling, Frank?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh. I'm fine, and the name's Kimenar. Tell me something, why do you call me Frank?! It's not my name!"

He could tell that it was going to be different here now. But what kind of influence was this new patient going to make?