Chapter Four: Disgusting Discoveries
It has been two months since ive had this soul, since ive had it ive just been killing my Saiyan targets and not taking any unnecessary lives. The funny thing is that I enjoyed the more difficult fights more and kind of saw it as a shame when I had to kill them my opponents, some of them had even made me laugh which made it a little harder to kill them. I gave my targets proper burials as a sign of respect and gratitude for the fights they gave me. This was what I had come to see as a normal day in my birthplace. I stayed in my cell and waited for my creator to either start beating on me (which enticed the bloodlust in me) or for his robots to drag me to the hangar and make me go kill saiyans. This was better since I could stay gone for about a week if it was far and not be around him. Today was different. Hours and hours passed but I heard absolutely nothing, not even his mumbles or his footsteps, nothing but the humming of the machines. I started to grow curious and I stood up and paced in my cell. "I wonder why the old man hasn't gotten here yet, and I wonder why it's so quiet." I thought, a bit of curiosity raced through me, I had always wondered if the old man had any data on me in his computers. I knew how to easily get out of my cell but never dared to do so since I didn't want to be beaten or have the device used on me. I thought this might be a perfect time to check since the old man might have gone away to get supplies, he usually sent me to kill around this time but he probably assumed I wouldn't notice if he was gone or not. My curiosity got the best of me and I removed the vent cover, the vent was small but I easily squeezed through it and got to the computer room. I knew how his computer system worked and looked at many files until I reached a file called 'project: elimination' I thought this must have some stuff about me in it since this was the last subfolder under the folder 'biological projects'. I searched for something that could tell me about myself until I found a lab report, I opened it and started to read, it said:
After many failed attempts to create a creature capable of making the Saiyan race extinct, Ive realized that machines could not do such a task so I began to try to create such a being out of the Saiyan blood samples I collected from my planet just before it was destroyed. As seen in the pictures the first attempts were not successful since most of the first creatures came out grossly mutated and disfigured, some never lived. I killed off those pathetic failures in determination to create the lifeform intended for my task. I finally came as close as possible with the most previous one, the only flaw this creature has is it's inability to speak. So far this creature has killed off Saiyans ranked from the lowest class to the highest elite. This creature has become very strong, I thought about the possibility that it might rebel against me and very possibly destroy me. That's why I put a small microchip capable of shockwaves powerful enough to kill the creature if necessary on it when it was in its beginning stages. All of the failed attempts as well as the most successful one ended up being female since I do not now of any possible way of creating a male prototype. So far I hold no emotional attachment to the creature though I do enjoy beating on it to make it feel the pain that I felt when my planet was destroyed, if anything I have a hatred towards this creature for being a part of the Saiyan race. So far my research is still incomplete and is still being conducted; I will make an entry later.
After reading the lab report I looked through the images he had of my failed counterparts. I was horrified at what I saw; many of these counterparts had very similar physical attributes to my very own. "They didn't deserve such a horrible existence only to die." I thought as I looked through more pictures. Near the end I found some of myself before I had gained any consciousness, there were a few of me before I really looked anything like I do now. There were probes connected all over my body to for my life support. In later pictures when I began to resemble what I look like now, the probes were gone and I was just left there to grow. Just then I heard the hangar doors open, my creator was back. I frantically closed the files and dove for the vent, putting the cover back on. I crawled back into my cell and sat there shaking, thinking about all the horrible things I had seen. A few minutes later I heard the hateful mumbling of my creator, he didn't seem to want to deal with me right then which relieved me since I don't think I really had the strength to deal with him at that moment. He sickened me, now more than ever because of what he did. Even with all the obscene things ive seen, his appalling actions with burn in my mind forever as the most disgusting.
It has been two months since ive had this soul, since ive had it ive just been killing my Saiyan targets and not taking any unnecessary lives. The funny thing is that I enjoyed the more difficult fights more and kind of saw it as a shame when I had to kill them my opponents, some of them had even made me laugh which made it a little harder to kill them. I gave my targets proper burials as a sign of respect and gratitude for the fights they gave me. This was what I had come to see as a normal day in my birthplace. I stayed in my cell and waited for my creator to either start beating on me (which enticed the bloodlust in me) or for his robots to drag me to the hangar and make me go kill saiyans. This was better since I could stay gone for about a week if it was far and not be around him. Today was different. Hours and hours passed but I heard absolutely nothing, not even his mumbles or his footsteps, nothing but the humming of the machines. I started to grow curious and I stood up and paced in my cell. "I wonder why the old man hasn't gotten here yet, and I wonder why it's so quiet." I thought, a bit of curiosity raced through me, I had always wondered if the old man had any data on me in his computers. I knew how to easily get out of my cell but never dared to do so since I didn't want to be beaten or have the device used on me. I thought this might be a perfect time to check since the old man might have gone away to get supplies, he usually sent me to kill around this time but he probably assumed I wouldn't notice if he was gone or not. My curiosity got the best of me and I removed the vent cover, the vent was small but I easily squeezed through it and got to the computer room. I knew how his computer system worked and looked at many files until I reached a file called 'project: elimination' I thought this must have some stuff about me in it since this was the last subfolder under the folder 'biological projects'. I searched for something that could tell me about myself until I found a lab report, I opened it and started to read, it said:
After many failed attempts to create a creature capable of making the Saiyan race extinct, Ive realized that machines could not do such a task so I began to try to create such a being out of the Saiyan blood samples I collected from my planet just before it was destroyed. As seen in the pictures the first attempts were not successful since most of the first creatures came out grossly mutated and disfigured, some never lived. I killed off those pathetic failures in determination to create the lifeform intended for my task. I finally came as close as possible with the most previous one, the only flaw this creature has is it's inability to speak. So far this creature has killed off Saiyans ranked from the lowest class to the highest elite. This creature has become very strong, I thought about the possibility that it might rebel against me and very possibly destroy me. That's why I put a small microchip capable of shockwaves powerful enough to kill the creature if necessary on it when it was in its beginning stages. All of the failed attempts as well as the most successful one ended up being female since I do not now of any possible way of creating a male prototype. So far I hold no emotional attachment to the creature though I do enjoy beating on it to make it feel the pain that I felt when my planet was destroyed, if anything I have a hatred towards this creature for being a part of the Saiyan race. So far my research is still incomplete and is still being conducted; I will make an entry later.
After reading the lab report I looked through the images he had of my failed counterparts. I was horrified at what I saw; many of these counterparts had very similar physical attributes to my very own. "They didn't deserve such a horrible existence only to die." I thought as I looked through more pictures. Near the end I found some of myself before I had gained any consciousness, there were a few of me before I really looked anything like I do now. There were probes connected all over my body to for my life support. In later pictures when I began to resemble what I look like now, the probes were gone and I was just left there to grow. Just then I heard the hangar doors open, my creator was back. I frantically closed the files and dove for the vent, putting the cover back on. I crawled back into my cell and sat there shaking, thinking about all the horrible things I had seen. A few minutes later I heard the hateful mumbling of my creator, he didn't seem to want to deal with me right then which relieved me since I don't think I really had the strength to deal with him at that moment. He sickened me, now more than ever because of what he did. Even with all the obscene things ive seen, his appalling actions with burn in my mind forever as the most disgusting.