AN: This chapter is kinda long, but it's really exciting I promise! Please
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Chapter 6
"What do you mean you can't train today?!" Vegeta screamed at me.
"I mean I'm so sick I can't move. Quick! Pass me that bucket!"
Vegeta watched with anger and disgust as I puked my guts out for the fifth time in the last hour. I felt so dizzy, weak and tired, but every time I tried to sleep I would vomit again. My arms and head felt heavier than lead, and I couldn't even feel my legs anymore. I was shivering and sweating at the same time, and it hurt to breathe.
Mom took my temperature, and gasped when it read 103 degrees. "Her temperature went up four degrees in the last 20 minutes. Vegeta, she needs a doctor right now!"
"Nonsense! She's fine. She just needs a senzu bean and she'll be ready to train again."
"We already tried giving her a senzu bean, but she immediately threw it up! How can you even think about training when her life is at stake? Bra! Call the doctor and tell him to hurry!"
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Mikashi was at my bedside, taking my temperature, checking my blood pressure, and listening to my heartbeat. After my examination, he concluded that I had a bad case of food poisoning.
"Since she can't take any pills, inject her with one of these every two hours," he pulled a large needle out of his bag and filled it with a milky fluid. "It will bring down her fever and help her sleep. If her condition worsens in the next hour, take her to an emergency room." Then he stuck the needle in my arm, pushed the plunger, and instantly I felt ice travel up my arm and through my veins. Fevered sleep came over me, and I welcomed it with gratefulness.
* * *
My sleep was full of drug and fever induced dreams, dreams full of places and people I didn't recognize, but when I woke up, the memories faded with the setting sun. I looked over and saw my father sitting in a chair across the room. I tried to sit up on my elbow, but then collapsed.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.
"I'm just really weak, and I think my stomach disappeared. Wait, it made a noise, so it's still there. Where's everyone else?"
"The doctor gave your mother a sedative and she went to bed. She was almost hysterical after you fell asleep. Ty is sleeping and Bra went to a friend's house." Vegeta walked over and took my temperature. "You're almost back to normal now. It's time to train now."
"What?! You can't possibly expect me to train! I can barely move!" I protested.
"Then take this senzu bean, it's the last one." He handed me a little yellow object.
"Dad, this is a jellybean." I gave him a very puzzled expression.
"Eat it!" he demanded. A strange light flashed in his eyes. Not wanting to anger him, I ate the candy. It was hard to chew and swallow, and it felt like a lead weight in my shrunken stomach. "Now get up!"
"But I can't-"
"Get up now!" Vegeta grabbed my arm and dragged me out of bed. I tried to stand, but my numb legs buckled under me. He caught me before I hit the floor, and then he half dragged me out of my room and down the hall. I tried to get my legs to cooperate, but they could only stumble and drag. I felt like a baby trying to take its first steps with a walker. When we reached the stairs, I almost fell forward from the wave of dizziness that hit me.
We continued our half-dragging half-stumbling movements until we reached the training capsule. Vegeta let me go and I sagged against the wall in respite.
"Now attack me!" He said.
"But-"
"Do it!"
Realizing that my father had truly gone crazy, I summoned up all my strength and charged. He sidestepped and struck my back, causing me to crash to the floor. I tried to get up when he walked over and kicked me sharply in my side, and I cried out in pain.
"You musn't show your pain. Defend yourself!" He picked me up by the collar of my shirt and stood me up against the wall. He began throwing punches, which I tried to dodge and block, but he was too fast and the blows came raining down.
Lights exploded in my head, but I didn't feel the pain, I didn't feel anything.
Is this what dying is like? Am I dying?
My thoughts of death were broken and the numbness lifted when I felt myself flying through the air and slamming into the wall, finally to land in a broken heap on the floor. I thought every bone in my body was shattered by the impact, but I slowly got to my knees and touched my face. One eye was completely swollen shut, and there was blood. Lots of blood, from my nose and mouth.
I was vaguely aware of a bright flash and rolled out of the way just before an energy blast blackened the space I recently vacated. More blasts came, and I rolled away from them, until Vegeta finally managed to land one right in the middle of my back. It was just a small blast, but it still incinerated a hole in my clothes and scorched my flesh.
Vegeta walked over, grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me to my feet. I cried out again. I saw a burning hate in his ebony eyes, much like that one day the previous week. "You're pitiful," he spat and then threw me into another wall. I felt the metal dent where I hit, and all the air was forced from my lungs along with a scarlet stream of blood from my mouth. I collapsed again, then still bent over I stood up. I was panting for air, and I wiped the blood away from my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up and to my horror saw Vegeta charging up for another blast, a very large one by the way he was straining.
"YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS TIME KAKAROT!" he screamed and released the stored energy in a white stream tinged with blue.
I barely had time to realize that not only was my father crazy, he was delusional. He thought that I was his arch-adversary: Goku. Then from somewhere deep inside my battered body, I felt a deep rage boil to the surface and envelope me. Without thinking I stretched my arms in front of me and met his blast with an even more powerful one. I could see the look of surprise written across his face just before my retaliatory blast sent him flying.
Although I couldn't see myself, I felt it. I knew from the powerful energy surging through me that my hair had turned blonde, and my eyes a bright teal colour: The characteristics of a super sayan.
When people are exerting high amounts of energy, they usually have a coloured aura surrounding them. Vegeta's was blue.
Mine was black.
AN: Have fun? Yea I'll probably write lots soon cuz I'm grounded, so review and read my other stuff it's good too I swear.
"What do you mean you can't train today?!" Vegeta screamed at me.
"I mean I'm so sick I can't move. Quick! Pass me that bucket!"
Vegeta watched with anger and disgust as I puked my guts out for the fifth time in the last hour. I felt so dizzy, weak and tired, but every time I tried to sleep I would vomit again. My arms and head felt heavier than lead, and I couldn't even feel my legs anymore. I was shivering and sweating at the same time, and it hurt to breathe.
Mom took my temperature, and gasped when it read 103 degrees. "Her temperature went up four degrees in the last 20 minutes. Vegeta, she needs a doctor right now!"
"Nonsense! She's fine. She just needs a senzu bean and she'll be ready to train again."
"We already tried giving her a senzu bean, but she immediately threw it up! How can you even think about training when her life is at stake? Bra! Call the doctor and tell him to hurry!"
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Mikashi was at my bedside, taking my temperature, checking my blood pressure, and listening to my heartbeat. After my examination, he concluded that I had a bad case of food poisoning.
"Since she can't take any pills, inject her with one of these every two hours," he pulled a large needle out of his bag and filled it with a milky fluid. "It will bring down her fever and help her sleep. If her condition worsens in the next hour, take her to an emergency room." Then he stuck the needle in my arm, pushed the plunger, and instantly I felt ice travel up my arm and through my veins. Fevered sleep came over me, and I welcomed it with gratefulness.
* * *
My sleep was full of drug and fever induced dreams, dreams full of places and people I didn't recognize, but when I woke up, the memories faded with the setting sun. I looked over and saw my father sitting in a chair across the room. I tried to sit up on my elbow, but then collapsed.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.
"I'm just really weak, and I think my stomach disappeared. Wait, it made a noise, so it's still there. Where's everyone else?"
"The doctor gave your mother a sedative and she went to bed. She was almost hysterical after you fell asleep. Ty is sleeping and Bra went to a friend's house." Vegeta walked over and took my temperature. "You're almost back to normal now. It's time to train now."
"What?! You can't possibly expect me to train! I can barely move!" I protested.
"Then take this senzu bean, it's the last one." He handed me a little yellow object.
"Dad, this is a jellybean." I gave him a very puzzled expression.
"Eat it!" he demanded. A strange light flashed in his eyes. Not wanting to anger him, I ate the candy. It was hard to chew and swallow, and it felt like a lead weight in my shrunken stomach. "Now get up!"
"But I can't-"
"Get up now!" Vegeta grabbed my arm and dragged me out of bed. I tried to stand, but my numb legs buckled under me. He caught me before I hit the floor, and then he half dragged me out of my room and down the hall. I tried to get my legs to cooperate, but they could only stumble and drag. I felt like a baby trying to take its first steps with a walker. When we reached the stairs, I almost fell forward from the wave of dizziness that hit me.
We continued our half-dragging half-stumbling movements until we reached the training capsule. Vegeta let me go and I sagged against the wall in respite.
"Now attack me!" He said.
"But-"
"Do it!"
Realizing that my father had truly gone crazy, I summoned up all my strength and charged. He sidestepped and struck my back, causing me to crash to the floor. I tried to get up when he walked over and kicked me sharply in my side, and I cried out in pain.
"You musn't show your pain. Defend yourself!" He picked me up by the collar of my shirt and stood me up against the wall. He began throwing punches, which I tried to dodge and block, but he was too fast and the blows came raining down.
Lights exploded in my head, but I didn't feel the pain, I didn't feel anything.
Is this what dying is like? Am I dying?
My thoughts of death were broken and the numbness lifted when I felt myself flying through the air and slamming into the wall, finally to land in a broken heap on the floor. I thought every bone in my body was shattered by the impact, but I slowly got to my knees and touched my face. One eye was completely swollen shut, and there was blood. Lots of blood, from my nose and mouth.
I was vaguely aware of a bright flash and rolled out of the way just before an energy blast blackened the space I recently vacated. More blasts came, and I rolled away from them, until Vegeta finally managed to land one right in the middle of my back. It was just a small blast, but it still incinerated a hole in my clothes and scorched my flesh.
Vegeta walked over, grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me to my feet. I cried out again. I saw a burning hate in his ebony eyes, much like that one day the previous week. "You're pitiful," he spat and then threw me into another wall. I felt the metal dent where I hit, and all the air was forced from my lungs along with a scarlet stream of blood from my mouth. I collapsed again, then still bent over I stood up. I was panting for air, and I wiped the blood away from my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up and to my horror saw Vegeta charging up for another blast, a very large one by the way he was straining.
"YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS TIME KAKAROT!" he screamed and released the stored energy in a white stream tinged with blue.
I barely had time to realize that not only was my father crazy, he was delusional. He thought that I was his arch-adversary: Goku. Then from somewhere deep inside my battered body, I felt a deep rage boil to the surface and envelope me. Without thinking I stretched my arms in front of me and met his blast with an even more powerful one. I could see the look of surprise written across his face just before my retaliatory blast sent him flying.
Although I couldn't see myself, I felt it. I knew from the powerful energy surging through me that my hair had turned blonde, and my eyes a bright teal colour: The characteristics of a super sayan.
When people are exerting high amounts of energy, they usually have a coloured aura surrounding them. Vegeta's was blue.
Mine was black.
AN: Have fun? Yea I'll probably write lots soon cuz I'm grounded, so review and read my other stuff it's good too I swear.