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Chapter 12: Allergic
A groan escaped my parted lips as a shifted uncomfortably. Whatever I was laying on was hard and cold. I pulled up my arms, to bring them to my temples but I found them restrained. I gasped and jerked them towards myself but they held fast, and to my surprise... didn't budge at all. I let my eyes snap open and white light shown down upon me, quickly shutting them for a moment then opening them again slowly, pain had flared at my eyes and temples... I could only see the bright light until it was lowered slightly and then I saw an older looking man. He smiled cruelly at me and I felt a shudder move through my body. Something about him caused fear to rise in my chest and questions to flood my mind.
Where am I?
Who is that?
And what is going on?
All my thoughts faded as quickly as they had came as something came into my sight. A syringe... The sight caused a cry to leave my throat and my body to shake uncontrollably. My back arched as I tried to free myself, my cries turned to shouts, but he seemed to ignore them. "NO! NO! NOT A NEEDLE!" I screamed as he brought it close to my wrist. He turned it over and I futilely tried to turn it back over.
"Hold still Goku... this won't hurt unless you fight it. This will calm you..." I panted heavily and my chest heaved as I nodded, swallowing my fear... not wanting or needing the pain. He gave a kinder smile and placed the needle beneath my skin and into the large vein. I whimpered lowly at the sharp pain that appeared as he pressed on the end of the needle, the pinkish liquid going into my blood stream. My eyes closed and warm tears fell from my eyes... confusion causing my mind to blur as I tried to figure out where I was and who he is...
My voice was worn as I spoke: "Where... where am... I?" I found that I had to put a lot of effort into just speaking... and that stirred thoughts... why am I so weak? The needle was gently removed from my wrist and he rubbed alcohol over it, cleaning it of the red that had appeared for a moment.
"This is my lab." His eyes never met mine and I don't think that I wanted them to.
"Wh-who are... who are you?" I coughed lowly as my throat grew dry and my eyes heavy.
"I am Doctor Gero." My eyes went wide. I know that name! I know it! But... but from where? I recall Trunks saying something... and that name... I... I searched through my mind trying to piece back some of the scattered thoughts but I found none of them made much sense. I recall being at Capsule Corps... Seeing Vegeta, Trunks and the others... but then nothing but jumbled images... I turned my head to the right and I saw a blonde haired woman and a black haired male standing next to her. Their arms were crossed over their chest and both sets of cold blue eyes pierced my form. Hate seemed to radiate from the blonde. Hatred for me? Another question to plague my already hazed mind... I sat in silence and their eyes on me. Wait...
The androids!
And Doctor Gero is the person who created them- and he... he's the one that took over Vegeta's mind to... Oh god!
My whole body pulled forward as I tried to muster up all my strength but I found it was gone. There was nothing there!
I screamed in frustration and Doctor Gero laughed at my attempt to escape. Where is all my strength?
I pulled against the metal that held me down. A hand went to my chest and kept me from moving. It was the black haired male... Seventeen I think...? His voice was smooth and low. "Calm down Son Goku... Wouldn't want your child to be injured would we?" He seemed to frown sadly down at me as he held me in place; which puzzled me...
"What do you... want with me?" I cried, tears of frustration running down my face. A feeling in my gut told me that they didn't want me... They wanted my child and once they had him... I would be killed... thrown away like trash...
"We don't want you... we want your child. Your child will have so much strength... it will be unbelievable... And I will have all that power... I will raise the child hating the world... hating you... maybe I'll leave you and Vegeta alive... so you two can watch him grow up... hating you... then, I'll let him kill you both... I like that one." Three laughs bleed into one and I felt sick to my stomach. "Don't worry. I won't make you stay here the whole time. You have a room and you will be given everything you need. The child must be healthy. You will exercise daily and eat what you are given, if we have to shove it down your throat, you will eat it. If you don't do as I tell you, then I will have Seventeen or Eighteen kill one of your friends." I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear his horrid voice.
I hate him...
I hate him...
I HATE HIM!
With this I let my power flare, my jaw clenched painfully as I rose my ki. It wasn't a lot, but it may be enough for Vegeta or the others to feel. I could only hope... Eighteen glared at me and Doctor Gero grabbed something and jammed it into my venerable neck. I cried out and moved away from it, immediately I felt my eyes start to lower and no matter how hard I tried to keep them open... they still slid shut. With one final gasp, I rose my ki as high as I could, then it fell and it kept plummeting until it was nothing... and my eyes wouldn't open anymore.
I sat up. Blankets flying from my body as I did so. I tried to calm my thundering heart but found it so hard to do. I glanced around the unfamiliar room I was in. The walls were silver and the floor was too. I shivered and pulled the blankets around myself. Why is it so cold?
I sat in silence, my teeth chattering loudly as I tried to answer some of my questions. Doctor Gero... the androids... Trunks... Vegeta... cold... pain... here... I must be in the room Doctor Gero spoke of... I sighed heavily and rested my chin upon my knees that had been pulled up against my chest, my arms hugged them tightly, and I stared at the door. Noticing the ache at my belly... a frown drew across my face. I could feel my child kicking and it didn't feel pleasant to say the least. The child is so strong... I can feel his ki... If Vegeta and I were to train and raise him... he would be so unbelievably strong. But from the look of all of this madness... it doesn't seem as if that will happen.
I let my thoughts wander to that of my Prince. Wondering what he was doing at this very moment... I had hated him for hurting me so much... but then... I was almost thankful... we could continue the Sayian race... but now... it doesn't seem as if him and I will be doing anything but dying.
I felt tears at my eyes but I sniffled and held them back. I can't be weak. If I do... Then they'll win. And I cannot allow that.
I jumped as the door suddenly opened and slammed loudly. The blonde android stood in the doorway. A blank look on her young face and a tray of food in her hand. She slowly moved towards me and stopped in front of me, setting the tray down on the bed and pulling up a near by chair. She sat down. "Eat." She instructed and I looked to the food and felt my stomach heave. The stuff looked disgusting... but it's better than nothing... I reluctantly picked up the tray and the fork, filling it with the brown mushy stuff and piling it into my mouth.
I gagged and nearly spit it from my mouth. It tasted so horrible... worse than Bulma's cooking... and that's pretty bad... I swallowed the food and tried to keep it down. Blue eyes glared at me, so I knew that I better eat all of the food. So, I kept shoving the stuff into my mouth and I took a sip from the surprisingly good tasting juice. I drank that quickly and then ate more of the brown stuff. It soon settled and I felt suddenly tired. No... my mind shouted... they must have put something in my food... My legs grew tired... no... the door opened and the male android and Doctor Gero entered the small room.
"Hello Goku. We need to run some tests and we need you relaxed." He smiled at me and motioned for Seventeen to pick me up. I groaned and tried to keep him from moving me. My feet kicked but he ignored them as they hit him. Eighteen and Doctor Gero followed as we headed pact to the lab. I studied my surroundings... I need to know them if I am to ever escape... We rounded another corner and large double doors came into sight. The lab. There was another door that I suspected to be the exit. I could only hope that was the exit... As soon as I get some of my strength back... I'll try to escape... I have to... I will not let them take Trunks! The door opened and I was brought inside, set down on a metal gurney, and they strapped me down.
With some type of medical thing... he placed it over my heart and listened intently. With a nod he shifted it to my stomach, once again listening. The androids hooked up other things to me. Placing things in my veins that I wasn't too fond of. But if I wanted them to let their guard down... I had to go along with them. Without even speaking, they continued to hook up devices to my body. I sighed heavily; my body feeling like it weighed a ton...
"After this, you will take a nap. Then, you are to jog with Eighteen." I nodded sharply and watched as Doctor Gero checked some monitors then looked at me. "Your child is in very good health. And he is very strong too. Everything is going very well." He smiled almost warmly at me then turned to the blonde android and said something I couldn't quite hear. I frowned at this. That can't be good... They both looked at me for a moment and Seventeen undid the straps on my arms and legs, unhooking all the devices they had pit on me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me back to my cell. Setting me down on the bed... oddly not being as rough as I had anticipated. They probably don't want to hurt my child. Seventeen gave a small smile and pushed the bangs from out of my face. I gasped and moved away.
"I mean you no harm Son Goku."
I stared at him, unsure of his motives. "Yeah right..." He sat down across from me in the chair Eighteen had been in earlier.
"I am not the Seventeen that you know of. Trunks brought me here with him. Bulma and him rebooted me. I am to protect Son Goku and keep him from harm's way." I continued to stare in disbelief. Was it true? It must be... he know about Trunks! "We need to get to the others... but you must stay here for awhile. There... there is something else out there... It came not long after we came here. Its name is Cell. It's unstoppable."
"Trunks didn't say anything about something like that..."
"He didn't want to say anything yet. He wanted the others to go into the time chamber and gain strength before he mentioned it..." I watched as he stood up. "I will do everything in my power to keep you and your child safe. That is why you need to stay here. If you go out there, Cell will find you and bring you right back; then, he will kill the others. And they will not be able to defeat him." I nodded. None of this sounded good. But at least someone was on my side...
"Thank you..."
"There is no need." He stood up. "Now rest and Eighteen will come to wake you up and bring you for a jog. Sleep well Son Goku." He placed the blanket over me and left the room. I laid in silence and wonder. Maybe everything was looking up... Maybe... I could only hope... My eyes shut and my dreams were filled with wonderful thoughts of the future.
To be continued...
Agent 182: Wow... that chapter was actually pretty good. The last few chapters have been crappy in my POV but this one was good. I like where this is going... I finally sat down and wrote this. You can all thank XNXChiChiXNX for this... I wasn't going to update this yet but she talked me into it. I'm doing a lot better than I was last time. So, that's great news! ^ ^ * Cheers * and you all can thank the wonderful Ryan for keeping me occupied with other things beside writing... so you can all blame him for me not updating... ^_~ Awe... no... I blame me and writing other stuff. ~ Thank you everyone for reviewing/reading! I now want to put up one of the songs that inspired this fic. I truly love this song and it goes with the fic. Enjoy!
Brand New- The boy who blocked his own shot
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold.
A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself.
I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip.
Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...
You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
**Thanks for reading and reviews are always nice to receive!
Chapter 12: Allergic
A groan escaped my parted lips as a shifted uncomfortably. Whatever I was laying on was hard and cold. I pulled up my arms, to bring them to my temples but I found them restrained. I gasped and jerked them towards myself but they held fast, and to my surprise... didn't budge at all. I let my eyes snap open and white light shown down upon me, quickly shutting them for a moment then opening them again slowly, pain had flared at my eyes and temples... I could only see the bright light until it was lowered slightly and then I saw an older looking man. He smiled cruelly at me and I felt a shudder move through my body. Something about him caused fear to rise in my chest and questions to flood my mind.
Where am I?
Who is that?
And what is going on?
All my thoughts faded as quickly as they had came as something came into my sight. A syringe... The sight caused a cry to leave my throat and my body to shake uncontrollably. My back arched as I tried to free myself, my cries turned to shouts, but he seemed to ignore them. "NO! NO! NOT A NEEDLE!" I screamed as he brought it close to my wrist. He turned it over and I futilely tried to turn it back over.
"Hold still Goku... this won't hurt unless you fight it. This will calm you..." I panted heavily and my chest heaved as I nodded, swallowing my fear... not wanting or needing the pain. He gave a kinder smile and placed the needle beneath my skin and into the large vein. I whimpered lowly at the sharp pain that appeared as he pressed on the end of the needle, the pinkish liquid going into my blood stream. My eyes closed and warm tears fell from my eyes... confusion causing my mind to blur as I tried to figure out where I was and who he is...
My voice was worn as I spoke: "Where... where am... I?" I found that I had to put a lot of effort into just speaking... and that stirred thoughts... why am I so weak? The needle was gently removed from my wrist and he rubbed alcohol over it, cleaning it of the red that had appeared for a moment.
"This is my lab." His eyes never met mine and I don't think that I wanted them to.
"Wh-who are... who are you?" I coughed lowly as my throat grew dry and my eyes heavy.
"I am Doctor Gero." My eyes went wide. I know that name! I know it! But... but from where? I recall Trunks saying something... and that name... I... I searched through my mind trying to piece back some of the scattered thoughts but I found none of them made much sense. I recall being at Capsule Corps... Seeing Vegeta, Trunks and the others... but then nothing but jumbled images... I turned my head to the right and I saw a blonde haired woman and a black haired male standing next to her. Their arms were crossed over their chest and both sets of cold blue eyes pierced my form. Hate seemed to radiate from the blonde. Hatred for me? Another question to plague my already hazed mind... I sat in silence and their eyes on me. Wait...
The androids!
And Doctor Gero is the person who created them- and he... he's the one that took over Vegeta's mind to... Oh god!
My whole body pulled forward as I tried to muster up all my strength but I found it was gone. There was nothing there!
I screamed in frustration and Doctor Gero laughed at my attempt to escape. Where is all my strength?
I pulled against the metal that held me down. A hand went to my chest and kept me from moving. It was the black haired male... Seventeen I think...? His voice was smooth and low. "Calm down Son Goku... Wouldn't want your child to be injured would we?" He seemed to frown sadly down at me as he held me in place; which puzzled me...
"What do you... want with me?" I cried, tears of frustration running down my face. A feeling in my gut told me that they didn't want me... They wanted my child and once they had him... I would be killed... thrown away like trash...
"We don't want you... we want your child. Your child will have so much strength... it will be unbelievable... And I will have all that power... I will raise the child hating the world... hating you... maybe I'll leave you and Vegeta alive... so you two can watch him grow up... hating you... then, I'll let him kill you both... I like that one." Three laughs bleed into one and I felt sick to my stomach. "Don't worry. I won't make you stay here the whole time. You have a room and you will be given everything you need. The child must be healthy. You will exercise daily and eat what you are given, if we have to shove it down your throat, you will eat it. If you don't do as I tell you, then I will have Seventeen or Eighteen kill one of your friends." I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear his horrid voice.
I hate him...
I hate him...
I HATE HIM!
With this I let my power flare, my jaw clenched painfully as I rose my ki. It wasn't a lot, but it may be enough for Vegeta or the others to feel. I could only hope... Eighteen glared at me and Doctor Gero grabbed something and jammed it into my venerable neck. I cried out and moved away from it, immediately I felt my eyes start to lower and no matter how hard I tried to keep them open... they still slid shut. With one final gasp, I rose my ki as high as I could, then it fell and it kept plummeting until it was nothing... and my eyes wouldn't open anymore.
I sat up. Blankets flying from my body as I did so. I tried to calm my thundering heart but found it so hard to do. I glanced around the unfamiliar room I was in. The walls were silver and the floor was too. I shivered and pulled the blankets around myself. Why is it so cold?
I sat in silence, my teeth chattering loudly as I tried to answer some of my questions. Doctor Gero... the androids... Trunks... Vegeta... cold... pain... here... I must be in the room Doctor Gero spoke of... I sighed heavily and rested my chin upon my knees that had been pulled up against my chest, my arms hugged them tightly, and I stared at the door. Noticing the ache at my belly... a frown drew across my face. I could feel my child kicking and it didn't feel pleasant to say the least. The child is so strong... I can feel his ki... If Vegeta and I were to train and raise him... he would be so unbelievably strong. But from the look of all of this madness... it doesn't seem as if that will happen.
I let my thoughts wander to that of my Prince. Wondering what he was doing at this very moment... I had hated him for hurting me so much... but then... I was almost thankful... we could continue the Sayian race... but now... it doesn't seem as if him and I will be doing anything but dying.
I felt tears at my eyes but I sniffled and held them back. I can't be weak. If I do... Then they'll win. And I cannot allow that.
I jumped as the door suddenly opened and slammed loudly. The blonde android stood in the doorway. A blank look on her young face and a tray of food in her hand. She slowly moved towards me and stopped in front of me, setting the tray down on the bed and pulling up a near by chair. She sat down. "Eat." She instructed and I looked to the food and felt my stomach heave. The stuff looked disgusting... but it's better than nothing... I reluctantly picked up the tray and the fork, filling it with the brown mushy stuff and piling it into my mouth.
I gagged and nearly spit it from my mouth. It tasted so horrible... worse than Bulma's cooking... and that's pretty bad... I swallowed the food and tried to keep it down. Blue eyes glared at me, so I knew that I better eat all of the food. So, I kept shoving the stuff into my mouth and I took a sip from the surprisingly good tasting juice. I drank that quickly and then ate more of the brown stuff. It soon settled and I felt suddenly tired. No... my mind shouted... they must have put something in my food... My legs grew tired... no... the door opened and the male android and Doctor Gero entered the small room.
"Hello Goku. We need to run some tests and we need you relaxed." He smiled at me and motioned for Seventeen to pick me up. I groaned and tried to keep him from moving me. My feet kicked but he ignored them as they hit him. Eighteen and Doctor Gero followed as we headed pact to the lab. I studied my surroundings... I need to know them if I am to ever escape... We rounded another corner and large double doors came into sight. The lab. There was another door that I suspected to be the exit. I could only hope that was the exit... As soon as I get some of my strength back... I'll try to escape... I have to... I will not let them take Trunks! The door opened and I was brought inside, set down on a metal gurney, and they strapped me down.
With some type of medical thing... he placed it over my heart and listened intently. With a nod he shifted it to my stomach, once again listening. The androids hooked up other things to me. Placing things in my veins that I wasn't too fond of. But if I wanted them to let their guard down... I had to go along with them. Without even speaking, they continued to hook up devices to my body. I sighed heavily; my body feeling like it weighed a ton...
"After this, you will take a nap. Then, you are to jog with Eighteen." I nodded sharply and watched as Doctor Gero checked some monitors then looked at me. "Your child is in very good health. And he is very strong too. Everything is going very well." He smiled almost warmly at me then turned to the blonde android and said something I couldn't quite hear. I frowned at this. That can't be good... They both looked at me for a moment and Seventeen undid the straps on my arms and legs, unhooking all the devices they had pit on me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me back to my cell. Setting me down on the bed... oddly not being as rough as I had anticipated. They probably don't want to hurt my child. Seventeen gave a small smile and pushed the bangs from out of my face. I gasped and moved away.
"I mean you no harm Son Goku."
I stared at him, unsure of his motives. "Yeah right..." He sat down across from me in the chair Eighteen had been in earlier.
"I am not the Seventeen that you know of. Trunks brought me here with him. Bulma and him rebooted me. I am to protect Son Goku and keep him from harm's way." I continued to stare in disbelief. Was it true? It must be... he know about Trunks! "We need to get to the others... but you must stay here for awhile. There... there is something else out there... It came not long after we came here. Its name is Cell. It's unstoppable."
"Trunks didn't say anything about something like that..."
"He didn't want to say anything yet. He wanted the others to go into the time chamber and gain strength before he mentioned it..." I watched as he stood up. "I will do everything in my power to keep you and your child safe. That is why you need to stay here. If you go out there, Cell will find you and bring you right back; then, he will kill the others. And they will not be able to defeat him." I nodded. None of this sounded good. But at least someone was on my side...
"Thank you..."
"There is no need." He stood up. "Now rest and Eighteen will come to wake you up and bring you for a jog. Sleep well Son Goku." He placed the blanket over me and left the room. I laid in silence and wonder. Maybe everything was looking up... Maybe... I could only hope... My eyes shut and my dreams were filled with wonderful thoughts of the future.
To be continued...
Agent 182: Wow... that chapter was actually pretty good. The last few chapters have been crappy in my POV but this one was good. I like where this is going... I finally sat down and wrote this. You can all thank XNXChiChiXNX for this... I wasn't going to update this yet but she talked me into it. I'm doing a lot better than I was last time. So, that's great news! ^ ^ * Cheers * and you all can thank the wonderful Ryan for keeping me occupied with other things beside writing... so you can all blame him for me not updating... ^_~ Awe... no... I blame me and writing other stuff. ~ Thank you everyone for reviewing/reading! I now want to put up one of the songs that inspired this fic. I truly love this song and it goes with the fic. Enjoy!
Brand New- The boy who blocked his own shot
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold.
A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself.
I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip.
Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...
You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
**Thanks for reading and reviews are always nice to receive!