Pins and Needles
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but sometimes I wish I did…
Kikasha: -pats Aisu on the head-
Aisu: -is asleep-
Kikasha: -sighs- on with the story…
Chapter 3
The Dream
The boy woke with a moan, wanting to know why he was still alive. The sheets he sensed he was touching were cool and smooth and there seemed to be invisible weights holding him down. Although he wanted to lie there, he struggled faintly against them before giving up. He hadn't bothered to open his eyes so he rested his head back down and drifted off to sleep with this dream playing in his head…
-Beginning of Dream-
A black haired, red eyed man was sitting on a table, getting a clear green fluid injected into his neck by a doctor. He smiled at a lady watching him with dazzling green eyes by the door. Getting off the table, the doctor now gone, he walked over to the lady and wrapped his arms round her. His lips moved with no sound but a speech bubble appeared above his head. It showed a bald green man with antennae coming out of his forehead, with the same needle in his arm but the liquid was being drawn from him.
The lady nodded happily as the scene faded off into another. The same lady was sitting under a shelter in a velvet chair, watching a tournament being played. She yawned and the father and son sitting nearby, who both had black eyes and black flaming hair, smiled at her. The youngster leaned over to offer an arm wrestling game and an emblem of royalty shone on his armor. The lady nodded after placing a hand on her slightly bulging stomach and held out her right arm.
The scene seemed to pause before fading off. The man had a panicked, worried expression spread across his face as his wife and him shared one last embrace and kiss before she backed into a space pod. The two stared at each other until the door closed with a hiss and the pod shot off into space. A tear rolled down each of their faces as they turned away from the other forever.
That picture quickly vanished to display a pod smashing into the ground on Earth. It hissed open and the woman stumbled out holding a bundle of cloth. She walked a whole mile to a town where she gave the crying bundle of the first person she saw before collapsing in the dirt, dead. The displayed picture dissipated swiftly.
A boy pranced around at the age of one, outside a small village, when a hole suddenly appeared in the ground and he was swept away, never to be heard of or seen again.
-End of Dream-
The blue haired inventor watched with fascination as his brainwaves increased for hours then as fast as they came up, they went back down. She wondered what was happening for the young man and why he was acting so strangely. She had to admit though, that he was healing at an extremely high speed; two days were coming to an end from when he was put in the cell.