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Chi-Chi had not yet permitted Goten to get out of bed. He stared out the window to the docile setting of blue, afternoon sky mingled with wisps of clouds. He could see distant trees swaying peacefully in a tranquil breeze.
Chi-Chi would serve him his meals in bed on a prepared tray. Despite his urge for freedom outside of the house, it was somewhat comforting to know that she worried for him.
He thought back on how he'd fought with Trunks those few days earlier, and how it must be confusing and outrageous to his family's point of view. He pondered on whether he should confess to what was wrong with him.
For a while he'd tried to keep away from his father and brother as much as possible. When they would pay him random visits, he'd request for Chi-Chi to tell them to leave. He realized that Gohan and Goku must think they were shunning him, but in truth he didn't want them to fall prey to the horrendous lunacy of the brain virus.
Videl's visits were always welcome. He didn't have to worry about her since she wasn't Saiyan, and was very unlikely to be targeted by the contagious ailment.
Sooner or later, though, Goten felt he would have to explain the reason for his rejecting behavior.
. . . . . .
Vegeta had told Bulma everything he'd learned. To his amazement, she took it very sensibly.
"Is there a cure?" she inquired.
"Not that we know of."
"And it's contagious, right?"
"Only to other Saiyans," he replied. "Or so he thinks."
"Where'd he get that idea from?"
. . . . . .
"So they should virtually eliminate one another, then."
"And the virus seems only to spread to other victims like the original. We tested a dog with the disease. When we put it in the same room with monkeys, none of them were affected. After we put other dogs in, and came back hours later, most of them had been torn apart, and testing showed obvious traces of infection."
. . . . . .
"Can we make a cure?"
"You know better than me," he told her.
"Why don't we just get the Dragon Balls and wish for them to be restored to health?"
"I think whoever made the illness thought about that."
"We could try, though," she said, crossing her arms.
"Do what you want. I have to stay away from him anyway."
. . . . . .
When night came, Trunks lay awake, the cold wind coming in through his open window. He was perfectly quiet and still.
Until he felt a burning in his fingertips. He sat up quickly, looking at his left hand. He saw red beneath his skin, identifying the internal bleeding. It traveled up his arm with such rapidness that seconds later he felt his mind being smothered and overpowered. He clenched his nose as blood drained out like a waterfall.
Not again, he pleaded. Then he sat perfectly still, and discontinued his inhaling. He had the idea that if he didn't feed his mind oxygen, he would be able to buy himself enough time to alert Bulma. He exited the room, still holding his nose, and sought her out.
However, he was already too affected by the virus that he was unable to think about the consequences of wandering freely, that he might make a mistake and encounter his father, instead.
With agony burning into his eyes to the point where he became unable to see where he strayed, he stumbled into Vegeta's path.
What happened at that point became only a memory. Before long, Vegeta was down on the ground with immense pain stabbing into his stomach. His hands began to feel strained and stretched as he tore through the floor with his nails. His wrists seemed to want to turn to stone with hardened muscles that ran up through his lower arms. His brain was being suffocated and stifled with a syrupy sensation, and blood rushed out from behind his eyes. He tried to blink the thick, gory layer away, but to no avail.
At last, he felt the pain dissolve into nothing but vast and overpowering intensity. He blinked through the film of blood to look up at Trunks, who was now under control of the sickness, as well.
His strong will gave him proper restrain of his thoughts, and Trunks's long fight also gave him his wits. Vegeta found the newborn force inside him tempting. And because of the proper discipline over the madness in their heads, they had no desire whatsoever to murder each other. Instead, the picture of a different victim ran into their minds.
With no words spoken, they shot out the wall of the house and flew through the expanse in front of them, heading straight for their target.
They stopped at last outside the tiny home and stood silently. Without a second thought, Trunks knocked the wall of the house down with a single punch of his left fist.
Goku, who had waited for their first move when he sensed their Ki at their arrival, stood, half-shocked.
"Kakarot," Vegeta sneered.
"We've been looking for you," Trunks told him.
"So I see," Goku answered. He braced himself for an attack. "But you guys are crazy to be coming here like this."
"We're crazy anyway," Vegeta told him. "Remember?"
"Clearly."
All three heads turned to footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Trunks remarked.
"I make quick decisions, don't I? Like deciding to figure out how to control it," Goten tapped his head, smiling evilly.
Abruptly, all three turned on Goku, and shot at him, sending him smashing through the wall rapidly.
Chapter nine done! Review!
Thanks a lot for all the reviews, people! It's great to see those!
Chi-Chi had not yet permitted Goten to get out of bed. He stared out the window to the docile setting of blue, afternoon sky mingled with wisps of clouds. He could see distant trees swaying peacefully in a tranquil breeze.
Chi-Chi would serve him his meals in bed on a prepared tray. Despite his urge for freedom outside of the house, it was somewhat comforting to know that she worried for him.
He thought back on how he'd fought with Trunks those few days earlier, and how it must be confusing and outrageous to his family's point of view. He pondered on whether he should confess to what was wrong with him.
For a while he'd tried to keep away from his father and brother as much as possible. When they would pay him random visits, he'd request for Chi-Chi to tell them to leave. He realized that Gohan and Goku must think they were shunning him, but in truth he didn't want them to fall prey to the horrendous lunacy of the brain virus.
Videl's visits were always welcome. He didn't have to worry about her since she wasn't Saiyan, and was very unlikely to be targeted by the contagious ailment.
Sooner or later, though, Goten felt he would have to explain the reason for his rejecting behavior.
. . . . . .
Vegeta had told Bulma everything he'd learned. To his amazement, she took it very sensibly.
"Is there a cure?" she inquired.
"Not that we know of."
"And it's contagious, right?"
"Only to other Saiyans," he replied. "Or so he thinks."
"Where'd he get that idea from?"
. . . . . .
"So they should virtually eliminate one another, then."
"And the virus seems only to spread to other victims like the original. We tested a dog with the disease. When we put it in the same room with monkeys, none of them were affected. After we put other dogs in, and came back hours later, most of them had been torn apart, and testing showed obvious traces of infection."
. . . . . .
"Can we make a cure?"
"You know better than me," he told her.
"Why don't we just get the Dragon Balls and wish for them to be restored to health?"
"I think whoever made the illness thought about that."
"We could try, though," she said, crossing her arms.
"Do what you want. I have to stay away from him anyway."
. . . . . .
When night came, Trunks lay awake, the cold wind coming in through his open window. He was perfectly quiet and still.
Until he felt a burning in his fingertips. He sat up quickly, looking at his left hand. He saw red beneath his skin, identifying the internal bleeding. It traveled up his arm with such rapidness that seconds later he felt his mind being smothered and overpowered. He clenched his nose as blood drained out like a waterfall.
Not again, he pleaded. Then he sat perfectly still, and discontinued his inhaling. He had the idea that if he didn't feed his mind oxygen, he would be able to buy himself enough time to alert Bulma. He exited the room, still holding his nose, and sought her out.
However, he was already too affected by the virus that he was unable to think about the consequences of wandering freely, that he might make a mistake and encounter his father, instead.
With agony burning into his eyes to the point where he became unable to see where he strayed, he stumbled into Vegeta's path.
What happened at that point became only a memory. Before long, Vegeta was down on the ground with immense pain stabbing into his stomach. His hands began to feel strained and stretched as he tore through the floor with his nails. His wrists seemed to want to turn to stone with hardened muscles that ran up through his lower arms. His brain was being suffocated and stifled with a syrupy sensation, and blood rushed out from behind his eyes. He tried to blink the thick, gory layer away, but to no avail.
At last, he felt the pain dissolve into nothing but vast and overpowering intensity. He blinked through the film of blood to look up at Trunks, who was now under control of the sickness, as well.
His strong will gave him proper restrain of his thoughts, and Trunks's long fight also gave him his wits. Vegeta found the newborn force inside him tempting. And because of the proper discipline over the madness in their heads, they had no desire whatsoever to murder each other. Instead, the picture of a different victim ran into their minds.
With no words spoken, they shot out the wall of the house and flew through the expanse in front of them, heading straight for their target.
They stopped at last outside the tiny home and stood silently. Without a second thought, Trunks knocked the wall of the house down with a single punch of his left fist.
Goku, who had waited for their first move when he sensed their Ki at their arrival, stood, half-shocked.
"Kakarot," Vegeta sneered.
"We've been looking for you," Trunks told him.
"So I see," Goku answered. He braced himself for an attack. "But you guys are crazy to be coming here like this."
"We're crazy anyway," Vegeta told him. "Remember?"
"Clearly."
All three heads turned to footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Trunks remarked.
"I make quick decisions, don't I? Like deciding to figure out how to control it," Goten tapped his head, smiling evilly.
Abruptly, all three turned on Goku, and shot at him, sending him smashing through the wall rapidly.
Chapter nine done! Review!