Resident Z 2: Search for a cure!
"Sir!"
"What now"
"When transporting the monster from the mansion, there was a problem with the carrier!"
"What are you getting at?"
"Well. We arrived at the lab, however, when we arrived the monster was no longer in its container and the side was smashed open."
"You mean it's free?"
The man stood up into the light. His right arm was in a cast and sling, and his hair was white.
"This is bad, I want you to send out the one with the mask and purple haired boy."
"But sir, haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"The one with the mask is gone, and the plug was pulled on the purple haired one's oxygen."
"DAMN! Well, we have no choice, put him into the 'chamber'"
"Sir it last time it was used, we lost someone to it."
"I don't care!" He turned to face his window. "The cause is worth it this time."
"What about tests?"
"Bring the body to me, I will take a look at him first, then will decide what action to take."
"Yes sir"
The other man ran out the door, and down a long corridor. On the walls of the corridor were the words 'UMBRELLA INC'
Goku moved his hand slightly then coughed up blood.
"Ahh, I see you're awake." Rotory was sitting in the corner against the wall, lighting a cigarette.
"You!" Goku muffled and tried to stand up.
"I wouldn't move if I were you. As you have been out for" he looked at his watch "two and a half hours."
"You shot me"
"Indeed I did. Right here" He pointed to his forehead. "Right in-between the eyes, but still you breathe. It's remarkable"
Goku moved his hand up and touched his head then felt a sharp pain.
"Ouch." he felt drained, the looked to his side and saw the blood around his head.
"Oh."
"I'm afraid I must leave you now, there is a first aid kit here"
He put it down next to Goku's head then just as the injured Saiyan reached for it, kicked it away to the corner of the room.
"I would tell you the rest of my story, if you still had a brain left to listen with."
"You listen, with your ears" Goku struggled to whisper.
"Well, that's good to know your memory is fine. It's a miracle you know, but I'm not a believer so … later!"
He laughed and walked away out of the library.
Not only was his head aching like hell, but also his arm was pieced in a piece of wood.
"Great" he struggled to laugh. Then closed his eyes and dozed off.
"No!" he yelled in pain. "Can't close eyes again!"
He lifted his head up and felt like Guru had just sat on it. Which is pretty painful if you see the size of him. Crawling on his front in a trail of his own blood, he got to the first aid kit and tipped it out. There were some painkillers, a bandage, sling and a note attached to a pistol. His vision was blurred so he put it in his pocket. Bringing himself up by the aid of the wall and his only usable arm left, he managed to get to his feet. Then slid down again onto his bottom.
Clearly every movement was pain as he wrapped his arm up and put it into the sling then got painkillers, took them and wrapped another bandage around his head. He looked down at his blood-covered hands.
"How could I have survived?"
He gently pressed his forehead and had to stop instantly. Then pressed the back of his head where the bullet had come out.
"Oh." He smiled slightly, the hope was slightly to the side of his head, obviously Rotory's aim was off because of his weakness and injuries that he already had. But did he know where the bullet had hit?
"Sir!" The man ran came back in the room with a wheelchair, in the wheel chair was Trunks.
"Hmm, so peaceful, almost looks as though he is only asleep."
The man with the white hair stroked Trunks' matted fringe away from his face. The man... (Even I'm getting confused on how to phrase him, so his nickname shall be Bill). Bill raised his eyebrow at this, then interrupted this strange activity.
"Sir! Shall I inject him then?"
"Yes, yes you shall." The white hair man turned around and sat on his chair.
"Right!" Bill took the wheelchair, turned it towards him then injected Trunks' lifeless arm.
"Wait! Was that's a trick question! I said to put him into the 'Chamber'!"
Bill laughed sarcastically "Sorry Sir I forgot, looks like its too late now!"
"Give me a knife!" The white haired man..(now Hugo) grabbed a knife and stood up leaping at Trunks, then stopped half way. Trunks began to stir then eventually opened his eyes wide and gasped for breathe.
"Hugo! Settle down!"
Gouka: NOOO you don't call him Hugo, it's just for the reader's sake! You know who he is.
"Oh...sorry." Bill blushed. "Sir! Settle down!" Then he smiled at the camera.
"Who the hell are you people!" Trunks jumped up in alarm as he saw a man smiling into thin air, and another man frozen in mid flight with a knife in his hand.
"That is not important right now, however I believe there is a monster currently running havoc somewhere from the mansion and here!"
"What? Another one?" Trunks sat back down as Bill explained the situation.
After a long and stressful thirty seconds of debating, Trunks decided that Vegeta was the monster. As it was clearly obvious by the description.
"So" Bill asked, "you know that it is your father...Vegeta is it?"
"Tes, well from what I know. God knows what else he may want to be called."
"What if he was called Bombowshka? Would you still have known it was him we described as a hideously deformed piece of monkey $£&?" Bill asked once more.
"What the hell are you on!" Bill looked down in dismay. "Hey you? Knife/Flight guy, why haven't you spoken or even given me your name yet!" Trunks stood up once more demanding for a reply. Hugo just, stood there...staring at him and smiling.
"Trunks. Will you please find your father?"
"Anything to avoid ... him!" Trunks pointed at Hugo, but still he didn't move, he just ... stared.
"Good!" Bill pressed a button and he was ejected from his spot and out the roof. "Sir, please!"
Hugo moved then sighed. Bill shuddered and walked away.
After an hour or two, Goku stood up, leaning still against the wall. He went through the hole made by Rotory then went to the double doors once more. He got as far as the handle then fell forward and into the woodness of the door (? don't ask me, I don't know, it made sense at the time!). It opened outwards and his fell to the floor on the other side.
Not noticing the reeking mass, a passer-by tripped over his arm that was conveniently placed in the middle of the hallway.
"Typical!" The passer-by said rubbing his knee. "People are so lazy, just leaving their arms lying about everywhere!"
He picked up Goku's arm and kicked it in mid air, forcing it to hit the wall with a crack.
"OUCH!" Goku darted up, hurting his head in the process.
"I know you!" The passer-by laughed hysterically while jumping up and down.
Goku looked up, "do you?" He looked up even more. Then his face turned blank. "Of course you do, you're my son"
"Oh my god! I am!" He jumped even more then giggled.
"Please Goten not now!"
"Why? What's wrong are you okay?"
"Do I look ok!" Goku motioned at his arm in a sling, his head in a bandage and covered in dust, wood chippings and blood.
"Kind of. Why?"
"Help me up would you?" Goten picked up Goku's arm once more then attempted to lift Goku up, who wasn't helping by just lying there. Once he was on Goten's shoulder, it was too much and he fell on Goten, squashing him into the ground.
"HELP! I can't breathe!"
Goku managed to get himself up, then helped Goten up who was now a mangled heap.
"Listen Goten, this place isn't safe."
"I know" He smiled.
"Why are you here?"
"I dunno!" He smiled more.
Goku smiled back then hobbled down the corridor. Followed by Goten.