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A/n YES it's supposed to be tail not tale K, I re-wrote the chapter cause it obviously wasn't good enough…. didn't get a review from it last time. I'm really sorry guys, I have a lot of work lately from school, not to mention about three hours of softball practice, I haven't had much time to write on this, plus I'm running out of ideas…In other words: I NEED SUPPORT.
Assassins, How We Got Here; Chapter 7.5: A Tail of Wings
Assassin Vegeta waited patiently outside his commander's office. Today he was going to get permission from him to get wings implanted. Vegeta had wanted wings for a long time, since he was a boy, he and his brother had promised each other that they were going to get them if they could….
Wait, brother? ….Oh yeah, that one guy.
What did he look like again? When did they make this promise?
Wh-
"Yes Assassin Vegeta? How may I be of service to you?" asked the pretty lady behind the counter. Pretty, but lethal. She was one of the ones that personally handled Vegeta's weapons training. Funny they put such a strong woman behind a disgraceful desk…
"I'm here to see the commander about an appointment, madam. Would you kindly alert him of my presence?" he asked in that voice that just melted women's hearts. "Of course, Assassin Vegeta. I will get him right away," she replied, turning to her intercom, two seconds later.
"BOY! GET IN HERE!" the commander screamed at the young Vegeta. Vegeta literally marched into the office.
"Sir!" Vegeta curled his right arm straight up to where his elbow pointed at the commander, and threw it back down quickly, in the formal style of the Assassins Legion salute. The commander returned the gesture, and Vegeta fell into an "at ease" stance.
"Well boy? What do you want?" the commander said with mock irritation, though he smiled afterwards. "Sir, I would like to request permission to use the money I have earned throughout my training to undergo a surgery to acquire implanted wings," Vegeta said formally, though breaking the "game" with a smile.
"Bout God damned time Vegeta! Go, get outta here, you have a week to recover!" the commander said, a little bit of the fatherly touch kicking in. Vegeta smiled and did as he was told. He went to the surgical wing and conversed with the guy at the desk. Since Vegeta was already so high up in his ranking, his appointment was skipped from three months wait to two days (The particular doctor was on vacation or it'd be sooner)
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"Ah, Mr. Vegeta, please come in will you," the doctor at the clinic said cheerfully.
"Thank you sir," Vegeta replied. He was higher ranked than the healer, but it was always good to stay on the good side of a healer, especially one that was going to be cutting open your back in less than an hour.
"On time I see," the doctor said with a smile, as Vegeta sat down on the operations table. Vegeta smiled warmly.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be? Time is a necessity for an assassin." The doctor chuckled.
"Indeed, I lost many patients' lives to that; they always said that before being reckless and leaving to "finish" what they started. Quite annoying if you ask me," he reflected. Things were quiet for a moment. "Well, so it is in my understanding that you desire a wing transplant is it not?" "Yes, that is what I desire," Vegeta answered. The doctor nodded.
"By law I am required to explain to you the whole procedure, but you don't seem to be too concerned with it, so I'll give you the short version. First I will sterilize the room (of course), then I will wash up (of course), after that we will have you dress in a dressing gown you know, the kinds with no backs on them. After we put you to sleep, we will take a pair of surgical scissors and cut out a little bit of your DNA from your tail and use the machine to my left to multiply it and then the one on the right to create the wings. While they are "cooking" so to speak, we will slice open your back and rewire, so to speak, your nerves system, so that you will be able to control your wings. Basically so they're not just for decoration. Then when the wings are done growing, we will attach the nerves from them to your nerves and voila! We have wings! Of course, it will be a very painful procedure, awake or not…Yeah, anyways, let's get on with it shall we?" Vegeta was amused by the doctor's cheery attitude.
"Sure, why not?" And start they did. Vegeta was almost immediately put under heavy drugs. Ooooo man did they feel good!
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"Vegeta? Vegeta, wake up man!" Commander commander yelled at the boy.
"Mhmmgnn" was the inaudible reply.
"Vegeta, WAKE UP!" that did the trick.
"WHAT!" he yelled as he jumped about twenty feet….Literally. The strange thing was, he didn't come back down. Now how..? Oh, yeah. Duh. The reason he came to this forsaken place at all…His wings.
Vegeta looked at the magnificent utensils in astonishment; they flapped as if on their own accord. Or was it instinct? Could it truly be in his Sayain nature to adapt to such drastic changes in mere minutes? I mean, he was told most people that get this procedure couldn't use their wings for years, not until their bodies were used to the new muscles. Much like a baby learning how to talk, to run fast, developing from the soft spot on the head, to a full skull. But no, here he was, floating around the room like he'd had his wings all of his life….Weird.
"Vegeta?" the doctor called to Vegeta as he began to walk from the hospital wing.
"Yes sir?" Vegeta replied.
"Since you're already so far along with using your wings, I want you to start exercising them daily. Alright?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, sure…" Vegeta replied with a raised eyebrow, but he kept silent other that. What did the guy think he just got them for looks?
Oh well.
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And his wings did prove to be very useful at times, at others a pain. Apparently, not many people get this procedure due to the physical strain. BUT most of those who had, he later found out, were formally Sayains. And, because they put their tails in dangers way to help produce the magnificent appendage, they were considered outcastes from the proud race. That was when the outcasts decided to make a race of their own, they called themselves Heavonagal. He wasn't too sure he liked the title, so he kept Sayain (A/n, as I am re-writing the sequel, for this IS the prequel, I changed Heavonagal to Sayain…just so you know.)
Although, they did have their disadvantages also. Once people recognized him as an assassin, or a possible assassin, he was quickly discovered and cover quickly blown. This only happened twice. He tried to keep his odd appendages out of sight, but sometimes it was unavoidable…Like that last mission with Alexandra…Vegeta still blushed at the memory. Damn spies anyway, they always have to be spies! For once! Just once he wants to have a girl that he can truly call his own, and no one else's! …Oh well, she was a good fuck anyway.
It seems wings WERE a good idea after all, I mean, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
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A/nYes, I realize it is SO TOTALLY short, but I have absolutely no inspiration to go off of! Give me ideas or a kind word and perhaps a muse might suddenly appear out of thin air! (Hey, I can dream can't I)
CourtneyS.
