Pins and Needles
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but sometimes I wish I did…
Kikasha: I want to draw like Akira Toriyama…
Goku: I hope you do but I also hope you'll never get your hands on our manga! …Or a time machine!
Kikasha: Why?
Goku: Cause if you draw over the manga, we'll probably all die fighting crazed fan girls then ChiChi and Bulma might have to save the world…er, universe!
Kikasha: Hm, that is crazy! …Hey, I said I just wanted to draw like him, not remake the manga!
Goku: yeah, well…hehehe, just a thought…
Chapter 2
The Regaining
Pain! Pain was everywhere, spreading though his veins, lungs and his soul. How could this be? Why was he still alive? The 'little wolf' could not feel anything or move a limb. He could only lie there, feeling his ripped chest and gashed stomach cry out with agony. He groaned, prying open his eyes with his remaining strength as he felt vibrations of footsteps come near.
At first, he saw a man with spiky black hair staring at him, and then he weakly shielded his moss green orbs from the sun. He seemed to be rather light headed and winced when the man lifted him up then the poor boy was lost to unconsciousness.
-/With Goku/-
The saiyan was flying back home from a spar with Vegeta when a dying ki suddenly appeared to him. He slowed down and scanned the area, seeing as it was quite close, then his head swiveled back to the left as a body materialized out of thin air and gentle touched down on the hard earth. Goku's eyes widened as he flew closer and saw how mangled the person's body was.
Rocketing towards the bloody sight, he landed more than roughly as he would have preferred. The boy's skin was pale and he was almost cut in half. Prodding him gently to see if he was awake, Goku nearly turned Super Saiyan in shock. The boy's skin was just about cold!
Bending over the person, he saw eyes open then squeeze shut in unmistakable pain. The Earth raised saiyan gently took the boy into his arms and ITed them to Bulma's lab. He made sure to alert Bulma by opening the lab from the outside; it always made a loud hiss. Impatiently pressing his hand on the hand scanner, he wanted for the doors to slide aside before rushing inside and turning his head to find the regenerating cell. Bulma was known to move it to clean but it was in the same place as last time.
Dashing to the machine, Goku punched the button to bring the table from out of the liquid and laid the boy down on the surface, careful of his mid section, as soon as it was out. The young man was unconscious, which scared Goku, and his breathing was ragged and short now, his flesh paper white.
The man stuck the long cords on the patient, putting a mask over his mouth and nose, and gave Bulma a pleading glance as she hurried into the room. She decided to act now and ask later. Goku watched as she inserted a pointy item that, in the scary past, he had found out was a needle. She slammed her hand down on the reddish orange button as she finished and the table-like surface was pulled back into the clear pink liquid.
"Now, who's he?" Bulma inquired.
"I don't know. He kinda appeared out of thin air and I saw him. He was better than this though…"
Bulma sighed. She knew Goku well enough to trust him when he had his ideas on something so she wouldn't give up on this one.
"Alright, you'll know when he wakes up. I'll get Trunks to power up," She said.
Just as the words escaped her mouth, a small boy, around 9 or 10, ran in the room.
"Mom, dad kicked me out of the GR!" he complained.
The inventor smiled at her son, telling him that they could make cookies as soon as she was finished talking to Goku. Trunks grinned at the sound of his best friend's dad's name and bounced over to greet him, not noticing the figure in the cell.
"Hey Trunks! Sorry, little man, but I was just going."
Goku ruffled the youngster's hair and turned to Bulma.
"Got to go before ChiChi yells at me. Take care of the boy."
"I will," Bulma replied, knowing that he didn't mean her son.