*Ja-ihns POV*
I never thought I would freely give my brother to complete strangers who happen to be scientists.
I don't mind silence. Seeking knowledge and answers and all that…its important.
But I have a well learned fear of the breed and for the most part avoid them like the plague. Right now I'm sitting on the Briefs family living room, clutching a cup of tea and something called chocolate in the other. I haven't touched either. Topple is hooked up to a live supported will be fine for now.
I feel drained. A blond woman is skipping about humming something. A blue haired chick –her daughter, I think- is sitting next to me, making sympathetic comments. Completely useless to me. Her father is regulating Topple and her freakishly strong husband is keeping me away from my brother.
Also, said freak looks just like my brother. Not making my situation any more pleasant…. Maybe if I shoot through the roof I can see my little guy.
The blond speaks up "So Jane, what a lovely name. I almost named Bulma here Jane. It's such a simple name, don't you think."
"It's Ja-ihn." I mutter staring blankly at me cold tea. She ignores me and goes off onto some rant about famous people called Jane.
Vegeta enters with Gohan.
I looked at Gohan and said sincerely "Thank you for bringing Topple here."
"No problem." The boy said soberly sitting down to me.
Bunny sips her tea daintily "How is little Topple, Vegeta?"
The saiyan prince is leaning grumpily against the doorway and shrugs "Fine."
Bulma sighs "oh good. If we run some tests I think we might even stop the cellular decomposition."
Vegeat interrupts rudely "I want to know why- exactly- two of Freiza's prized genetic abominations are alive and here!"
I try not to look at him, it's like looking at what Topple should be in twenty years. I keep my pleasant smile. "The plan was to hide here, at least 'till Freiza's empire really kicks the bucket."
Bulma scowls at the saiyan prince and reproaches, "The girl just delivered her brother from a certain death, give her a second! Gees Vegeta, could you be any less sensitive! The poor baby…"
I got to hand it to the woman. She's got nerve. Standing up to the prince of saiyans like that has killed greater warriors than her. Vegeta snarls at her, either his reputation is over exaggerated or there's something between these two. "Shut up woman ,that girl is a highly trained and specifically bred weapon. That "poor baby" upstairs is probably programmed to kill us in our sleep!"
I bare my teeth at him, how dare he accuse Topple! "Damn right old man, and I'll give you a taste if you don't step off it!"
"Watch it half breed!" the older saiyan snapped. I had half a mind to throttle his royal pain in the ass. But I kept my cool. See; I can be mature! …sometimes…
Bulma coughs "Could we get back to the part where you explain what's going on?"
I feel like my heart breaks. What's going on? Do I even know? All I ever known are these simple facts: I'm alone except for Topple. Topple and I might die at any moment, because some thumb sucker scientist jacked up our genes. And I can never, ever, ever, take a break from running! I'm tempted to scream all that into her face but after several deep breaths I say in a relatively calm voice "We're abominations, just like Vegeta said. Topple and I will be hunted until we're either dead or captured. We're commodities. Weapons. I just want to be left alone!"
"Abominations!" An incredulous Dr. Briefs exclaims "Are you joking? My dear you're a miracle of science!" the man is very excited. I feel like throwing up. "Do you realize that boy is a splicing out of purely male subjects? No ovary involved! Its fascinating and there aren't any bonding genes as far as I can tell that boy is like a patchwork quilt! An organically grown quilt!" my head feels light, my blood is boiling and freezing. I feel sick. "Dr. Briefs, if you know what good for you will get to the part where you tell me what's wrong with me brother!" I choke menacingly.
Dr. Briefs, doesn't know what good for him "I ran some genetics on the boy and I must congratulate you Vegeta! You're a father! Again!"
Vegeta snarls "I will have nothing to do with it!"
"Wait… what?" Bulma's expression is priceless. Somewhere between kicked puppy, murderous-psychopath and delighted teen.
I take long sip of my lukewarm brew I explain "We're like a concoction of the best warriors around. Saiyan DNA makes for a good base. Me for example; I'm forty percent saiyan, Raditz, ten percent icejin, twenty percent synthetic DNA and then there's odds and ends with some namekian floating around in here. Technically I think Topple is more of a half son, he has thirty-two point eight percent Vegeta. There's at least four other DNA donors for him, but I remember Vegeta's percentage because several people wanted to have the relative of Prince Vegeta's as a slave…. You really pissed of a lot of people out there Prince Charming." I smile at Vegeta.
He scoffs and fumes quietly in a corner.
Dr. Briefs is bombarding me with questions that I don't want to answer. After some time I manage to get a word in "I want to see Topple."
Dr. Briefs sighs "Is in bad shape my dear… but I think I can fix him up. I have a few friends in the genetics business that would just love to see-" I growl menacingly "Uh- I mean would love to help." In a singularly wise move he adds "Under your close supervision of course."
I nod. Dr. Briefs looks me straight in the eye "He'll be fine Jane." I want to say something… anything…
Gohan speaks up "Piccolo is coming."
I can feel it too, a large-ish qi that radiates anger and fear? He's worried.
With a bang the door flies open (literally off the hinges) casting about wildly the namek finds Gohan sitting next to me relief flooding his face. Then anger when he sees me somehow that makes me smug….
He snarls at me. I feel butterflies, what's wrong with me?
"How's the brat?" the handsome namekin growls.
"What brat?" I ask thrown completely off guard.
"Your brat! The one you where sobbing over!"
Topple? Is he asking about Topple? "He's… he'll be fine…"
"Good." Piccolo grunts. "You're a good fighter." He comments after an awkward silenced.
"Thanks?" He wanders over to the opposite corner of Vegeta and glowers there.
Everybody is silent for a while. Vegeta leaves for training, Gohan has to go home… slowly one by one they all leave except for Piccolo.
I want to visit Topple.
But I'm scared, what if he is stuck full of tubes and things? What if those mismatched eyes never open again? What if I really did give my brother psychopaths? Even if they do seem so nice?
I'm too scared to go! Holy Galaxy! I'm such a coward!
I fight tears.
"I'll come." Piccolo say sunexpectantly.
"What?" I'm again thrown off guard.
"I'm guessing you want to visit your …brother? And your too scared."
"What? How…"
"I can smell your fear." He cuts across.
"Oh… But I beat you unconscious…" Why would do anything nice for me after that?
"Let's go." He motions toward the door. I get up.
I like this namekian.
