(((Why the hell would you think I owned DBZ anyway? I DO own Ise, though.
And all the people I mentioned in my last chapter. Not to mention I now own
YOU!!! Yes, look deeply into my bloodshot eyes...ok, nevermind.)))
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-Chapter three-
Keera
A week had passed. We were sitting on crates in one of the seemingly endless storage units, of course, shirking our responsibilities. Nappa munched on some inedible-looking morsel he stole from the mess hall, Radditz was scratching his name into the metal of one of the walls with a knife he swiped from a Kurmenian elite, and I lay on a crate, staring at nothing. My sixth birthday. How exciting.
Another pebble or whatnot ricocheted off my head with a resounding thock. Shiromi giggled and propelled another one. My eyes narrowed. She threw another.
"KOJUMA!!1" I fairly shrieked, sitting up and glaring at her.
"cho?2" she replied with a guilty grin.
I lashed my tail and lay back down. It wasn't five seconds and she was pelting me with things again. Where the hell was she finding them???
"SHEOKEN KUJA!!! ARUMAI!!!3"
She, of course, did not, so I was forced to pick up one of the huge crates (coincidentally, the one Nappa was sitting on) and was preparing to avenge my dignity when the air lock opened.
There stood the thin, serpentine form of Ise4, Krystal's pet- I mean, fiancé. He looked surprisingly unlike most ice-jins, the thin line of black that usually signified their lips was absent on his mouth. And he didn't bear that infinite sneer in his eyes. I found him almost tolerable...almost. I tossed the crate aside, ignoring Nappa's cry of pain, and gave a slight bow of respect.
"Eh,..you're the prince, right?" he said, a little uneasily.
I opened my arms, looking around as if to say "Whom else?"
He frowned slightly, almost sympathetically. "Your mother is in the medical sector. Emergency division. She wants to see you."
I tried not to panic. "Why are YOU telling me and not some third-class soldier?" I asked, as smoothly as possible.
"Just go, alright? Geez. Krystal said she doesn't want me sitting around all the time. Rrrr..it's none of your business!! Get the hell out!!" he screamed, obviously perturbed.
My saiyan counterparts snickered as we filed out of the unit. Well, Nappa limped painfully, and I remained straight-faced. Why now? Why did I have to witness it? How indescribably gross!! I made a face and Shiromi noticed.
"What's wrong with you?" she said, twirling a lock of red hair around a finger.
"Oh, he's just afraid he's going to see lots of blood! Aren't you afraid of blood, hure`5 'Geta?" he jeered, wrapping his arm around my neck and rubbing his knuckles forcefully into my scalp. I pushed him away.
"I am not either hure`!!" I screamed in my high, toddler's voice. This just produced an uproar of giggles from my so-called friends. Well, Nappa wasn't my friend. He was just..there.
I walked on alone. Ise had ordered everyone else to get back to "work", and I didn't mind. I was extremely nervous about this whole ordeal, maybe a little frightened. I didn't know what to expect. At the time, I didn't even know where babies came from. I was about to find out.
Just as I was about to press the button to open the door, I heard an animal-like scream. I froze. That couldn't be Xansha. I was too terrified to move. Suddenly an alien physician sprinted up behind me, shoving me out of the way and pressing the button, revealing to me what I didn't want to see.
I felt the color drain from my face. Blood. My mother's beautiful face contorted and twisted in utter agony. Her cries alien to my ears. The physician was already at work, typing things into a computer while others carelessly attended to Xansha.
"Just push, damnit. We don't have all day."
She screamed again, throwing her head back, hair clinging to her neck and face, her nails digging into the metal bench she was propped up on. The metal gave and crunched under her fingers.
I just stood there, mouth slack, eyes wide, face a deathly pale hue. This was it. Are you man enough or are you hure`?
I clenched my fists, swallowing the rising acid from my uneasy stomach. Man, I answered. Men aren't afraid of blood.
I boldly crossed the threshold and stood at my mother's side. I had no idea what to do after that.
"Oh, God, I see the head!" one physician remarked, gagging.
"Ugh! How repulsive! I better be getting a raise.." another stated. Repulsive? Look in a mirror, assface, I thought.
Xansha screamed again, this time rasped and broken. She grasped my hand. And here happened the most painful experience my dear mother ever inflicted on me.
I winced, less in pain than in sheer sickness as other fluids spewed forth from her. My stomach turned forcefully, and I swallowed hard again, closing my eyes and burying my face in her arm.
I heard a shrill wail, and realized it wasn't my mother's. I looked on in horror as I saw my new infant sister, attached- literally STILL ATTACHED- to my mother. I became suddenly ill all over the nice clean floor. Then they cut the tentacle...or arm...or whatever the offensive-looking thing was and dunked the screaming wrinkled being in water. Xansha was exhausted. She held out her quivering arms to the physicians, a weak smile crossing her flushed face.
"Let me hold her..."
the physician in question deposited the babe in her arms as if it were a piece of excrement. Her face brightened as she gazed at her new child, which had busily begun to suckle at her exposed breast. I would have turned away, but she stopped me.
"Aduja, look at your new sister...isn't she beautiful?"
I looked. Red, wrinkled, still a bit bloody. The face of a constipated Lorzidian. Beautiful was not the first word that came to mind. This..creature that just came out of my mother could NOT be saiyan. Let ALONE related to me.
"I'll call her after my mother..Karasahi...Arahai6 Karasahi."
I stood there, speechless.
Then a physician yanked the infant from its meal. Xansha protested loudly, though still unable to move.
"Get the kid out of here, Kordon. What were you thinking??" the physician shouted at another, holding the baby away from himself.
The one named Kordon shooed me away, leaning over my mother with a cloth in hand.
"What are you doing???" I shouted, beginning to get worried.
"He's helping your mom..yeah, she's been through a lot." The first said nervously.
He placed his hand over her mouth and nose, pressing down. She was too weak to fight back.
"NO!! you're hurting her!!! STOP!!!" I tried to get to her but the first held me back.
"Calm down, its ok."
"NO IT'S NOT!! XANSHA!!!"
Her body went limp, her hand dropping off the bench.
"XANSHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Tears streamed down my face. I shoved the alien to the ground, rushing to her side. The one, Kordon, stepped back. I shook her, trying to wake her.
"Well, looks like she didn't make it. Sorry, kid."
"SORRY??? SORRY??? YOU KILLED HER!!!!" my shrill voice cracked as it broke against the lump in my throat.
The last thread of sanity I had left was in Xansha. That thread had snapped. My fists trembled as I clenched them. Murderer. MURDERER!!!
I fell to the floor, grasping at my hair, screaming garbled syllables that made no sense. The two physicians left.
I stood, my vision blurred by pure hatred. Murderer...murderer...Xansha...Karasahi..murderer... I staggered around the room, glanced to my mother's body. No. No. It's not true. I won't believe it. I punched a glass basin of bloody water, ignoring the fresh lacerations it made on my knuckles. No. I overturned a table of instruments, the clattering of metal on the floor dulled in my ears under the pounding, pounding, pounding....NO!!!!! I ran and shoved Xansha's body off the bench.
"PAURE!!!7"
She remained still. I kicked her side sharply. The force caused the stale air in her lungs to be released, resulting in a post-mortem sigh. I jumped back from her body, surprised. I fell to my knees and embraced her, her skin feeling cool to the touch. Sniffling, I smoothed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead and pressing my small cheek against it. My tears trickled down her face, seeping into her listless, staring eyes...
"Rui namto, Xansha....e` Xansha...."
^^^ok, guys, I'm typing as fast as I can. I have a job now, so it isn't easy.... and if you don't review, I'll.... I'll... set rabid ferrets on your sock drawers!! Yeah!! Death to cottage cheese!!!^^^
-Chapter three-
Keera
A week had passed. We were sitting on crates in one of the seemingly endless storage units, of course, shirking our responsibilities. Nappa munched on some inedible-looking morsel he stole from the mess hall, Radditz was scratching his name into the metal of one of the walls with a knife he swiped from a Kurmenian elite, and I lay on a crate, staring at nothing. My sixth birthday. How exciting.
Another pebble or whatnot ricocheted off my head with a resounding thock. Shiromi giggled and propelled another one. My eyes narrowed. She threw another.
"KOJUMA!!1" I fairly shrieked, sitting up and glaring at her.
"cho?2" she replied with a guilty grin.
I lashed my tail and lay back down. It wasn't five seconds and she was pelting me with things again. Where the hell was she finding them???
"SHEOKEN KUJA!!! ARUMAI!!!3"
She, of course, did not, so I was forced to pick up one of the huge crates (coincidentally, the one Nappa was sitting on) and was preparing to avenge my dignity when the air lock opened.
There stood the thin, serpentine form of Ise4, Krystal's pet- I mean, fiancé. He looked surprisingly unlike most ice-jins, the thin line of black that usually signified their lips was absent on his mouth. And he didn't bear that infinite sneer in his eyes. I found him almost tolerable...almost. I tossed the crate aside, ignoring Nappa's cry of pain, and gave a slight bow of respect.
"Eh,..you're the prince, right?" he said, a little uneasily.
I opened my arms, looking around as if to say "Whom else?"
He frowned slightly, almost sympathetically. "Your mother is in the medical sector. Emergency division. She wants to see you."
I tried not to panic. "Why are YOU telling me and not some third-class soldier?" I asked, as smoothly as possible.
"Just go, alright? Geez. Krystal said she doesn't want me sitting around all the time. Rrrr..it's none of your business!! Get the hell out!!" he screamed, obviously perturbed.
My saiyan counterparts snickered as we filed out of the unit. Well, Nappa limped painfully, and I remained straight-faced. Why now? Why did I have to witness it? How indescribably gross!! I made a face and Shiromi noticed.
"What's wrong with you?" she said, twirling a lock of red hair around a finger.
"Oh, he's just afraid he's going to see lots of blood! Aren't you afraid of blood, hure`5 'Geta?" he jeered, wrapping his arm around my neck and rubbing his knuckles forcefully into my scalp. I pushed him away.
"I am not either hure`!!" I screamed in my high, toddler's voice. This just produced an uproar of giggles from my so-called friends. Well, Nappa wasn't my friend. He was just..there.
I walked on alone. Ise had ordered everyone else to get back to "work", and I didn't mind. I was extremely nervous about this whole ordeal, maybe a little frightened. I didn't know what to expect. At the time, I didn't even know where babies came from. I was about to find out.
Just as I was about to press the button to open the door, I heard an animal-like scream. I froze. That couldn't be Xansha. I was too terrified to move. Suddenly an alien physician sprinted up behind me, shoving me out of the way and pressing the button, revealing to me what I didn't want to see.
I felt the color drain from my face. Blood. My mother's beautiful face contorted and twisted in utter agony. Her cries alien to my ears. The physician was already at work, typing things into a computer while others carelessly attended to Xansha.
"Just push, damnit. We don't have all day."
She screamed again, throwing her head back, hair clinging to her neck and face, her nails digging into the metal bench she was propped up on. The metal gave and crunched under her fingers.
I just stood there, mouth slack, eyes wide, face a deathly pale hue. This was it. Are you man enough or are you hure`?
I clenched my fists, swallowing the rising acid from my uneasy stomach. Man, I answered. Men aren't afraid of blood.
I boldly crossed the threshold and stood at my mother's side. I had no idea what to do after that.
"Oh, God, I see the head!" one physician remarked, gagging.
"Ugh! How repulsive! I better be getting a raise.." another stated. Repulsive? Look in a mirror, assface, I thought.
Xansha screamed again, this time rasped and broken. She grasped my hand. And here happened the most painful experience my dear mother ever inflicted on me.
I winced, less in pain than in sheer sickness as other fluids spewed forth from her. My stomach turned forcefully, and I swallowed hard again, closing my eyes and burying my face in her arm.
I heard a shrill wail, and realized it wasn't my mother's. I looked on in horror as I saw my new infant sister, attached- literally STILL ATTACHED- to my mother. I became suddenly ill all over the nice clean floor. Then they cut the tentacle...or arm...or whatever the offensive-looking thing was and dunked the screaming wrinkled being in water. Xansha was exhausted. She held out her quivering arms to the physicians, a weak smile crossing her flushed face.
"Let me hold her..."
the physician in question deposited the babe in her arms as if it were a piece of excrement. Her face brightened as she gazed at her new child, which had busily begun to suckle at her exposed breast. I would have turned away, but she stopped me.
"Aduja, look at your new sister...isn't she beautiful?"
I looked. Red, wrinkled, still a bit bloody. The face of a constipated Lorzidian. Beautiful was not the first word that came to mind. This..creature that just came out of my mother could NOT be saiyan. Let ALONE related to me.
"I'll call her after my mother..Karasahi...Arahai6 Karasahi."
I stood there, speechless.
Then a physician yanked the infant from its meal. Xansha protested loudly, though still unable to move.
"Get the kid out of here, Kordon. What were you thinking??" the physician shouted at another, holding the baby away from himself.
The one named Kordon shooed me away, leaning over my mother with a cloth in hand.
"What are you doing???" I shouted, beginning to get worried.
"He's helping your mom..yeah, she's been through a lot." The first said nervously.
He placed his hand over her mouth and nose, pressing down. She was too weak to fight back.
"NO!! you're hurting her!!! STOP!!!" I tried to get to her but the first held me back.
"Calm down, its ok."
"NO IT'S NOT!! XANSHA!!!"
Her body went limp, her hand dropping off the bench.
"XANSHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Tears streamed down my face. I shoved the alien to the ground, rushing to her side. The one, Kordon, stepped back. I shook her, trying to wake her.
"Well, looks like she didn't make it. Sorry, kid."
"SORRY??? SORRY??? YOU KILLED HER!!!!" my shrill voice cracked as it broke against the lump in my throat.
The last thread of sanity I had left was in Xansha. That thread had snapped. My fists trembled as I clenched them. Murderer. MURDERER!!!
I fell to the floor, grasping at my hair, screaming garbled syllables that made no sense. The two physicians left.
I stood, my vision blurred by pure hatred. Murderer...murderer...Xansha...Karasahi..murderer... I staggered around the room, glanced to my mother's body. No. No. It's not true. I won't believe it. I punched a glass basin of bloody water, ignoring the fresh lacerations it made on my knuckles. No. I overturned a table of instruments, the clattering of metal on the floor dulled in my ears under the pounding, pounding, pounding....NO!!!!! I ran and shoved Xansha's body off the bench.
"PAURE!!!7"
She remained still. I kicked her side sharply. The force caused the stale air in her lungs to be released, resulting in a post-mortem sigh. I jumped back from her body, surprised. I fell to my knees and embraced her, her skin feeling cool to the touch. Sniffling, I smoothed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead and pressing my small cheek against it. My tears trickled down her face, seeping into her listless, staring eyes...
"Rui namto, Xansha....e` Xansha...."