Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Amara ❯ Antidote ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two- Antidote

They had gone into a building with the name "Capsule Corp" written on the front of it. Amara couldn't understand why they were going to some corporation. She realized as they moved deeper into the building it was not only a business, but a residence as well.

The young Saiyan named Trunks had been taken to the infirmary by his dark-haired friend who had later been introduced to Amara as Goten. Now Amara was standing at Trunks' bedside along with a woman who had been introduced as the teen's mother and Vegeta's wife, Bulma.

"So are you sure this stuff is going to work?" Bulma said, rolling the vial between her fingers.

"I sure hope so," Amara said. "I managed to confiscate Marek Jr.'s medical journal and from what he's got written in here, that stuff is the antidote."

"Hmm," Bulma said, not sounding too convinced.

"I understand your reluctance to inject your son with some unknown substance," Amara said. "That's why I've planned to run a test on it first."

Amara set down the journal on a desktop and walked over to Trunks. He was unconscious and whimpering in his sleep. It was a pitiful sight. She placed her hand on his forehead and came away with sweat. His head was hot to the touch.

"I'm going to need to take a blood sample," Amara said. "Or would you rather do it?"

"You can do it," Bulma said, walking over to her with the necessary supplies.

"You don't even know me," Amara said. "Yet you trust your son's life in my hands?"

She smiled. "I trust you because Vegeta trusts you. I know for a fact that Vegeta doesn't grant a person his trust without a stalwart reason."

"Point taken," Amara said.

She drew a small amount of blood from Trunks' arm and put a few drops on various microscope slides. She turned on the microscope and looked at one of the samples.

"I see some things that should never be living in blood," Amara said. "Those must be the foreign agents." She stepped back to give Bulma a chance to look. "Let's see what happens when I add some of the SAS antidote to the blood."

Bulma moved aside and Amara put the antidote on another slide with blood on it. She placed it under the microscope and peered inside. She gave a low whistle.

"What is it?" Bulma asked.

"The antidote wiped out the SAS completely."

"Really? That's great!" Bulma said.

"No, it isn't."

"What?"

Amara looked up at her. "Sure it wiped out the SAS, but it also depleted some vital agents in his blood. If we give this to him, it would kill him in a matter of minutes."

A look of worry came over Bulma's face. "What will we do then?"

"I'll try a small dose of the antidote and see what happens."

After about four tries, Amara had the answer. "If we give him one-fourth of the antidote, it will eliminate the some of the SAS and leave enough vital agents in his blood for him to survive. It will probably make him feel very sick, though."

"Feeling very sick is better than being dead," Bulma said.

Amara nodded. "That's right. So we'll give him one-fourth of the antidote over the course of four days. If we do it in those intervals, it should give his body enough time to recover from each dose."

"Let's do it," Bulma said.

Amara put one-fourth of the liquid into a syringe and went over to Trunks. She straightened his right arm and injected the antidote near the bend of his arm.

"That should do it," Amara said, beginning to clean up the mess. She noticed Bulma was staring at her. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Bulma said with a smile. "It's just that you seemed so sure of yourself in here. Like you knew what you were doing."

"I did know what I was doing," Amara said.

"You studied medicine?"

She nodded. "Not extensively, but I know enough."

"And you studied fighting?" Bulma asked. "From what I heard, you did pretty well out there."

Amara laughed. "I'm a well-rounded person."

"I'll say," Bulma said. "Thank you for your help."

Amara nodded. "I was thinking about something. The other Saiyans and myself came into contact SAS as well. I think it would be in everyone's best interest if we took a small dose of the antidote, just as a precaution."

"Definitely," Bulma said. "Better safe than sorry. So will you all take the same dose you gave Trunks?"

"Yes."

"By injection?"

"Yes, what's with the questions?"

"I don't think that will work," she said. "Well, it's fine for you, Vegeta and Goten, but not Goku."

"Why not?"

"He's terrified of needles."

Amara nearly fell over. "What? A Saiyan afraid of needles? How pathetic!"

Bulma laughed. "You sound like Vegeta when you talk like that."

"But that's so ridiculous!"

"I know," Bulma said. "Maybe we can alter the antidote to make it drinkable for him."

"A special antidote just for him because he's afraid?" Amara asked. "I'll do it, but…" She shook her head.

She sat down on a stool and began to work. Bulma sat down next to her and offered to help.

"You know," Bulma began. "I all ways thought Vegeta acts the way he does because he is a prince, but now I see the way you act and you're just like him." She paused. "You wouldn't happen to be a princess, would you?"

"What? No!" Amara said. "I don't understand what you're talking about. This is how I normally act."

"I know," she said. "Maybe it's just a Saiyan thing?"

"Hold on a minute," Amara said, stopping her work. "I'm not just any common Sayian, I'm a member of the first class!"

"Oh I see." Bulma laughed. "So that's why. Do all the classes have a different demeanor?"

"Well, I suppose they do," Amara said, hesitantly. She realized how snobbish her last comment must have sounded. "We're taught to act differently."

"Hmm," Bulma said.

~~~

About two hours later, Amara had given herself, Vegeta and Goten a shot of the antidote. Now all that was left was to find Goku.

She entered the lounge area and saw him sitting on the couch watching a large plasma screen television.

He looked up at her and grinned. "Hey there, Amara!"

"Yeah," she said. "Look, I need you to take the antidote just as a precaution."

Goku's eyes doubled in size. "Now way, you're not getting near me with a needle!"

"Calm down!" Amara said. "I don't have a needle. I made it drinkable just for you."

"Really? Wow, thanks." He took the small cup and drank a little of the liquid. He made a face. "Ew! I'm not drinking the rest of this stuff."

"Well I didn't exactly have time to add in grape flavoring or anything," Amara said, slightly annoyed. "Just drink it…or your other alternative is injection."

Goku laughed, nervously. "Well, maybe it won't taste so bad if I drink it all at once." He gulped down the liquid and cringed. "See? That wasn't so bad." He handed her the cup.

"Here dad," a voice said from the doorway. Goten entered the room carrying a glass of water.

Goku snatched the water from his son's hands and drank, greedily. "Wow, thanks son! You're a life saver!"

Goten laughed and sat down. His eyes fell upon Amara who stared back.

"So who are you exactly?" Goten asked.

"She's the daughter of one of my father's most trusted advisors," Vegeta said, walking into the room and taking a seat.

"On Planet Vegeta?" Goku asked.

He nodded.

"But how is that possible for her to be alive and this young if that were true?"

Everyone looked to Amara for an explanation and she gave them the short version.

"Frozen cryogenically?" Goten asked. "That's cool. So how old should you really be? Around 50 or so?"

Amara made a face. "I'd rather not think about it."

A young teenage girl entered the room that had earlier told Amara her name was Bra and that she was Vegeta's daughter. "So that means you were around when my dad was a kid. What was he like?"

"He was just like any other four or five year old," Amara said.

Vegeta looked uncomfortable now that the conversation had shifted to him.

"Was he mean?" Goku asked.

"No meaner than the other children," Amara said.

"Jeez, you're no fun," Goku said. "We want to hear the dirt on Vegeta."

"I never claimed to be fun, Goku," Amara said. "And what kind of Saiyan name is Goku anyway?"

"You'd probably know him better as Kakarot," Vegeta said.

She thought for a moment. "The baby who was sent into space with the mission destroying Earth. This is he? This is the son of Bardock?"

"That's right," Vegeta said.

"Well obviously Earth is still here. What happened?"

"The idiot hit his head and forgot his mission," Vegeta said. "He grew up here as an earthling."

"And it's a good thing, too," Goku said. "If I would have destroyed the Earth you would have never married Bulma." He raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and made kissing sounds.

Vegeta frowned at him. "Shut up, Kakarot!"

Everyone laughed with the exception of Amara and Vegeta. Amara stood and walked out of the room.

"Hey Vegeta?" Goku asked. "Has she all ways been like this or is there a reason for her sour mood?"

"Well, Kakarot, try this on for size," Vegeta said. "She's been asleep for thirty years, and now she's awaken to a nightmare where all the people and places she used to know are gone. She's stuck in a foreign world with only one person from her past she knows. How would you feel? I was young when my planet was destroyed and I've had time to adjust. She spent eighteen years of life on our home planet. She's hurting more than any of us can know."