AN: Hiya! Racha-Chan here! ::salutes:: Ahoy maties!!
Vegeta:: Pulls out rubber mallet and bops Racha-Chan:: Write onna, and stop being such a baka...I wanna see what happens to Kakarrot....
Racha-Chan: # ::snatches mallet:: of course Veggi-chan...c'mere so you can help me...
Vegeta: O.o;;; ::tiptoes away::
Racha-Chan- That's what I thought ...anyway...ON with the story!!!
Goku opened his eyes to find himself strapped down in a hard, cool, metal chair. His hands and feet were tied to the arms and legs of the chair with metal braces, his bones still ached and now his head throbbed rhythmically in time with his own heart pulse.
"So, our patient is finally awake..." a deep voice grumbled off in the distance.
Goku winced as a bright light flashed blindingly in his face, worsening his already excruciating headache.
"W-What do you want--" the battered man was quickly cut off by a punch square in the nose. Goku's head sagged down from the force of the impact. God...
"Shut up! We'll ask the questions around here!" the same voice shot out.
The familiar metallic scent of blood filled Goku's senses and a soft trickle of wetness commenced to run down his upper lip. Goku pitifully coughed and whimpered silently in his mind as the sinister tone chuckled sadistically to himself. That horrible sinister chuckled sounded so damn familiar.
The mysterious man lowered his head right next Goku's bleeding ear and bared his teeth. "Well, well, well. Looks like we got a saiyan here." Goku shivered as he felt the warm breath glide across his ear and enter his nostrils to produce a decomposed odor. Goku clenched his hands and teeth as a feeling of pure fear and excitement washed over him. It paralyzed him more than the braces on his limbs.
"Alrighty then. Like I said, we're gonna ask you a few questions. Answer em correctly and we'll let ya off easy. Lie to us and well, we'll let Burta decide on what to do." To emphasize his threat, a tall blue warrior with red, beady, unnerving eyes stepped into the shallow light and snickered raspily, popping one set of scaly, blue knuckles in his other fist.
The frightened saiyan nodded and gulped hoping these were reasonable questions. The first voice stepped into the light to reveal his muscular yet alien form. He was purple and slightly taller than Goku but seemed towering since he was in a chair. He held a powerful visage framed oddly by two large black horns sprouting from either side of his head. "Ok, first question. What's your name?"
"G-Goku?" he shuddered.
"That's not a saiyan name, you're lying. Burta--" the beast of a warrior Burta slammed his fist hard into Goku's rib cage cracking at least two ribs. Goku wheezed and spat up blood onto the shredded space he wore. "Now, saiyan, what's your name?" the leader of the group asked once more in a grimmer tone.
Goku stuttered trying regain his senses. "Ah-Honest. That's my nam--Aw!" Goku was cut off by a severe crack to the jaw doubled by another to the other side of his face.
Burta chuckled as he cracked his knuckles again. "We already told you, Goku's not a saiyan name, baka..." The tall purple man scratched his broad chin in thought. "Hm. Let's try another one...where are you from?"
"P-Planet Earth--Ungh!" Another harsh blow was delivered to his already damaged ribcage along with a series of punches to his face. Goku could feel two ribs poking through his space suit now that they had been unveiled from his bruised torso.
Now, more than a few voices rang out in laughter. "Boy, either you're the worst liar we've ever come across, or we beat the living shit out of you too hard. They just don't get as stupid as you," a deep baritone sound rang out among the others. The pain sliced through his nerves like a steak knife through melting butter.
Goku had practically given up; he didn't know what these people wanted. He answered the meaningless questions as truthfully as possible and they still abused and ridiculed him. Harsh, biased ridicule.
Ginyu was now growing frustrated, "Last chance. Are you an elite, a second class, or a third class warrior?" He was at this point in Goku's face breathing his horrible scented air virtually up Goku's nose and into his brain.
Goku froze. What in the hell did that mean? Was there no end to this madness? "What- I don't know what your talking--" Burta rammed his elbow across Goku's already broken cheek followed by a callous shove to the shoulders. Goku snapped his head back as hitch caught in his breath and his stomach flipped. It was the feeling of falling; and Goku was. The shove Burta has issued was so strong it had ripped the metal chair off its legs and toppled backwards onto the floor. Goku let out a choked scream as his skull practically splintered against the hard, tile floor.
"Whoops. Silly me. Let me help you up." Burta growled sarcastically. Grabbing a fistful of Goku's black, blood-stained, matted hair, Burta brutally yanked the hurting saiyan back up in a sitting position. The chair was unevenly standing due to the misshapen, gnarly supports.
The Ginyu soldier grumbled in frustration as massaged his temples dramatically. "Computer. Identify specimen in the chair." A giant television screen flickered on out of no where and began scanning through hundreds of names until it stopped on one.
"Specimen identified." the monotonous voice started. "Specimen identified as Kakarrot. Full-blooded saiyan derived from planet Vegetasie. Offspring of Bardock and Celipa, both third class warriors." The computer paused for a moment. "Although, some studies have shown that Bardock was a third class warrior, after a few years of simple planet purging, Bardock had gained the rank of a medium powered elite. Extra precaution is advised with the saiyan, Kakarrot."
"Maybe this guy was lying to us. No saiyan in their right mind would reveal that their father was that 'Bardock' rogue." Ginyu scratched his cheek thoughtfully and paced carefully around the broken and bleeding saiyan strapped down in the metal. "So. A tough guy, huh?" Ginyu hummed to himself, his low one toned hum turning into sinister chuckle. "What do you think we should do with him, Jeice?"
Goku looked up to see a short, thin, well-built saiyan saunter out of the shadows. "Oh I don't know captain." he hissed seductively. The orange warrior crawled into Goku's lap and ran his glove-sheathed fingers through the dirty, smelly mane. "He looks so...delicious." the pint sized orange man growled. And Jeice had a point, despite Goku's battered and bruised condition, somehow, he still remained handsome to the eye.
The orange Ginyu member's eyes traveled all over the mistreated saiyan, soaking up each and every inch of him visually. Placing a hand over Goku's heart, Jeice licked his lips at the pure, raw fear being coursed through his veins and moaned in ecstasy as he ground his hips against the trembling saiyan. Leaning forward to press his lips to the larger man's left earlobe, Jeice began to whisper, "You better be careful boy, looks as good as yours can get you in trouble here." He swirled his tongue in Goku's ear briefly before getting back up again.
Goku shivered at the peculiar sense of Jeice's tongue in his ear. But before Goku could regain his senses, he found himself being ripped out of his metal bindings in the chair and dragged off once again into the dreary, unforgiving darkness of this icy hell. His wrists and ankles dripping a light trail blood all the way.
Goku coughed harshly as he was carried to a wide room that was dimly lit. Attempting to look through one eye while the other was sealed over with dried blood, he could barely make out a few large machines. A short, stocky man in a thin white coat strolled over towards the guards and their prisoner and stopped in front of them, checking the slim clip board in his hands. He was smaller than the guardsmen in height, but wider in size. He held the resemblance of a bird like creature, a large beak, four, long talons for hands and a small tuft of green hair with orange streaks mounted atop his skull. It had no feathers, its skin was scaly, like a desert lizard's almost.
The surgeon asked the guards a couple of questions which they answered. As the two gave their replies, the doctor scribbled furiously onto the clipboard in his claws and directed the men to transport the prisoner to one of the machines in the facility.
After dumping Goku casually in one of the large contraptions, the guards left the doctor alone with the bashed saiyan. "Ah, so you must be the son of Bardock, eh?" Goku didn't reply as the doctor peeled off Goku's old, blood soaked space suit. He whistled in surprise as he viewed the damage done. "Whew, they musta really messed ya up out there, eh?"
Speeding up his work, the odd looking doctor placed and oxygen mask over Goku's face, lowered the glass covering on the tank and filled the mechanism with a mysterious blue liquid. As oxygen flowed to Goku's brain, his tired body gave in to the odd healing water and his weary muscles turned limp. The dreary saiyan could feel his entire being shut down and succumb to the power of sleep.
Goku awoke to an anomalous beeping noise ringing through his ears. The water level in the tank decreased considerably and the glass door opened wide. Opening his eyes slowly, an image of the short, bird-like doctor appeared. Pulling the mask away from his face unhurriedly, Goku sat up and gazed around the gigantic room. Devices identical to the one he sat in lined the place, barely illuminated by a small, yellow glow lamp in the far corner of the room.
The doctor reached out to Goku in order to help him out of the regin-tank but Goku backed away fearfully. "N-No, please...don't hurt me." The doctor looked shocked for a moment but then chuckled to himself.
"My dear boy, I'm not going to hurt you." the creature reassured. "In fact, I have no intention of harming you whatsoever." he spoke in a raspy voice. "As a matter of fact, I actually healed you of your injuries." Upon the strange man stating that, Goku briefly examined his arms and legs to discover that he was right. All his cuts and bruises were gone and he felt great, slightly weakened, but that was nothing a little training couldn't take care of.
"Now then, seeing that your all healed up, it's time to get you tagged and dressed." Goku cocked his head in confusion. Reading the lost expression on the saiyan's face, the doctor took that initiative to explain what was going on. "My boy, you probably don't have the slightest clue about what is going on, eh?"
Goku shook his head. "Do you realize that you were arrested because you are a saiyan?"
"A wha?" Goku had heard that term many times before but didn't have the slightest instance of what it meant. //Saiyan...//he thought.
The odd doctor cleared his throat. "I see not. Well, I'll tell you everything you want to know. Follow me if you will." The doctor gestured for the Saiyan to follow and Goku obeyed as he slipped out of the chair and proceeded after the bird-man stark naked. Handing Goku a towel to dry himself with, the doctor sat down at a wide-screen computer and began punching buttons furiously.
"You were found on planet Mars a few days ago but the guards stated that you claimed you were from planet Earth." the man began.
"Well, I am from Earth, that's where I grew up." Goku confirmed in a-matter-of-factly tone.
The doctor at the computer laughed. "My child you are certainly the card of the deck." Goku frowned at the playful insult but let it slide. Suddenly, the bird-doctor went into another crazed fit of punching keys on the plate causing pictures and numbers to fly across the screen in a blaze. It was a machine so advanced, nothing Goku had ever seen before in his life. Bright colors exploded here and there and thousands upon thousands of numbers dashed up the screen as if they were in a race. All of a Sudden, a dull, blue spot flashed at the upper right-hand corner of the screen and a list of data compiled on the monitor.
"Ah, here we are." he whispered. "From what I compiled from the saiyan directory, the information most of the guards told me and the data collected from my examination of you during your healing hour, you are a third-class warrior from the planet Vegeta. Your true name is Kakarrot, and you were sent to planet Earth as a baby to exterminate all life there so it could be sold to a high bidder in the Universal Planet Trade Corporation." Goku stood there dumbfounded for a moment trying to process all the specifics that had been thrown at him.
"So, I'm an alien from another planet besides Earth?" Goku asked incredulously.
Nodding in affirmation, the bird-man began typing with his four talons to bring more statistics up on the screen before them.
"About answering your question on what a saiyan is, saiyans are a race, designed and breed by mother nature to fight. Born on an unnamed planet eons ago, they shared a land with another race called the Tuffles. The Tuffles and the saiyans were two races that clearly did not get along. Although saiyans were mighty, and strong and could have easily defeated the Tuffles, the Tuffles themselves possessed the advanced technology to keep the saiyans at bay. But unfortunately for the Tuffles one night, a full moon occurred on the nameless planet and the saiyans, using their natural ability from their tails, transformed into giant ape like creatures, destroying the Tuffles and their empire."
Goku listened on intently. "Why would they do something like that?" Goku butted in.
"The saiyans are a race driven to fight and kill. They must be able to conquer to stay alive and satisfied. Without the ability to fight, a saiyan is useless and helpless." Goku thought for a moment. He was indeed the greatest fighter Earth had ever witnessed. And all his friends told him he seemed to have a natural instinct for battle. Perhaps when he had seen Bulma die and hadn't been able to fight to protect her, he felt a part of himself die as well. Maybe this guy WAS telling the truth.
The computer continued on with its thorough explanation. "With out the Tuffles to fight with, the saiyans departed their original home planet in search of combat to satisfy their hunger. The saiyans came across a mixed breed race in the market of selling planets to other races that bid for them in auctions. In exchange for technology, a home planet and the ability to fight and conquer this destructive race became workers of the Universal Planet Trade Corporation. But overtime, the saiyans were slowly converted from a species that destroyed and plundered to a race of slaves. After a while, saiyans began dissenting planet orders, and rebelling against the Universal Planet Trade Corporation. These beasts had to be put to a stop and new laws demanded they be captured and jailed. Vegetasie was obliterated and all remaining saiyans were rounded up and sent to planet 0653." The supercomputer, finished with its tale, shut off leaving the two men alone.
"Any who, you were a saiyan sent to Earth to destroy it at a very young age. But upon closely examining you closely, I noticed a large scar on your head. Tell me, did you ever injure yourself as a child?" the doctor asked turning in his wheel-chair to face Goku.
Goku scratched his head for a few seconds trying to review his past experiences and came across a memory of when his grandfather Gohan explained to him about the time he fell in a ravine and damaged his skull. "Yeah, I sorta remember a time when Grandpa told me that I hit my head...if that's what you mean."
Scratching his chin the doctor came across one conclusion. "My boy, it seems you lost your memory when you hit your head as a young child. Further on, when you hit yourself, you forgot about your mission and above all, your saiyan heritage." he concluded.
"Oh," Goku stood there baffled for a moment. His whole world, everything he had lived for, all the people he loved, his entire life was a lie. Surely his grandfather knew that he wasn't from earth. What about his friends? Had they been lying to him his whole life? And Bulma? Did she know? And if they did, why weren't they honest with him? It was all so confusing to Goku. He felt hurt, and ashamed that he had been protecting a bunch of liars the whole time he had been on earth.
The doctor's scratchy voice knocked Goku out of his concentration. "Lost your tail, eh?" he asked as he examined Goku's rear end looking for a tail.
Goku looked behind himself to see what the bird-doctor was looking for until he realized he had lost his tail long ago. "Huh? Anno...actually, my tail was removed when I was a boy." The doctor scratched his chin in thought and then chuckled.
"Well, at least I don't have to do that part myself. Most saiyans have a fit when I try to cut off their tails," he laughed as he brought Goku away from the computer and over to a large, gray, cold, metal table. "Now, to get you tagged, numbered, and dressed."
Goku shivered as he rested on the hard, chilling surface. He watched the plump, stocky bird-man amble to a huge set of drawers and return with a white set of clothes, a pair of black boots and a solid, plastic-looking bracelet. "I'll need you to put these articles on." Goku obeyed, slipping on the prison uniform without question.
As the bracelet was slipped on the Saiyan's wrist, Goku asked, "Um, exactly why am I here?" The doctor let out a shuddered voice.
Squeezing Goku's palm gently in his own set of claws, "Because," he stuttered, "You are saiyan." Goku was about to complain that he didn't understand when the doctor interrupted. Goku looked down at the quivering doctor and held his hand tightly. "Frieza, he's the one that ordered his men to capture the saiyans and bring them here. He wants to bring them here to watch them suffer, to live the rest of their lives in agony and misery like the sick bastard he is."
"Gosh, you must not like this Frieza guy." Goku whispered as he rubbed the doctor's lizard-like hands comfortingly.
"Not many do. Frieza's a monster. He destroyed my home planet years ago. He killed my family and enslaved me to be a doctor for this wretched planet. I can still see the look of horror on my children's faces right before he slaughtered them." Goku looked down to see crystalline droplets land neatly on the back of his warm, cream-colored hand. "Frieza, he's...killed so many, ruined everybody's lives." The doctor quickly regained his composure. "Ahem, excuse me. I shouldn't have gone off like that. My emotions get the better of me sometimes." Goku just reassured him with a friendly smile and a pat on the hand.
//This man is different from any other saiyan I have ever met. He's actually kind. He's not pompous and rowdy like the others.// His bright and warm look changed to a stern face. "Now, this might hurt a bit..." he warned and clamped the bracelet around Goku's wrist.
Goku's eyes widened and he cringed his stomach as a sharp pain stabbed him in his chest. Bright lights blinded him for what seemed like ages. It felt as if his strength was leaving his body, draining out his fingers and toes, through his nostrils, eyes and ears. Bile rose up in his throat and tears seeped out the corners of his eyes. Gurgling violently, Goku clenched his teeth. "What...is...this?" he managed to say as he doubled over in pain.
The bird man gripped Goku's hand tightly. "It's a ki dampening band. All saiyans here are required to wear one." he grimaced as Goku howled in pain while the dark, black bracelet stole all of Goku's energy. Griping his head in, Goku choked back a sob as a thousand needles stabbed him everywhere. "I'm so sorry." he whispered and Goku fell unconscious yet again.
Cliffhanger, ne? Gotta love em.... ^____^
Vegeta:: Pulls out giant rubber chicken:: There better be more onna... ::glare::
Racha-chan:: Pulls out granddaddy of giant mallets:: Oh there will be little man ::glare + smirk::
