Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans ❯ Life Boat ( Chapter 5 )

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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 5: Life Boat

POV: ?       "Quickly we do not have much time."  One hooded figure said to the other as they laid the Saiyan King down on the anti-grav table in the lab.  Removing their cloaks they set to work on reviving the King.  "Computer activate anti-gravity table please."  The brown haired one said.  "Tony, remove the stasis field generator from  his body.  There are some cells that are still alive, including some neurons.  His brain has been starved of oxygen for a whole minute.  Begin tissue repair immediately."      I teleport myself to the bridge not a second to waste.  "Tony please perform the brain surgery while I fly the ship home.  In about ten minutes from now Freeza will destroy the planet."  I type on the console.  Pressing the proper controls maxing out the engines, we make our jump to the planet on which I have been residing for the past ten years, in 5 minutes.  After setting the ship on autdock, I teleport myself to my lab on the surface making the necessary preparations.     After the preparations are finished; I dash over to the controls powering up my equipment, tapping into any source of energy I can find.  I hack into the satellites orbiting Vegita that I modified just before Freeza approached.  Not having enough power, I command the satellites to draw power from their local stars (Vegita orbits one of two, a binary star system.)  The connection made, the transfer begins.  I just hope I am not too late.  Fortunately I have a little over half of the data downloaded on the ship, before I had to flee.

The Present, Earth

POV: Teacher     Driving down the freeway, I listen to the radio as I go over today's scientific lecture.  I am early today.  Just before I turn to exit the freeway, I am hit from behind and crash into the cement barrier, passing out.  I wake up in the hospital's critical care unit with some doctors tending to my injuries, after which to their fear, I fall unconscious again. POV: Narrator
    The teacher woke again some hours later, his wounds bound with gauze and an I.V. connected to his left arm.  "My class."  He said.  "Don't worry about that.  Your legs are broken, so you won't be going anywhere for a while."  The nurse said.  "But my car?"  "I will bring the doctor in and he will discuss you injuries."  The nurse stated as she left the room.
    "Hello.  I am doctor Simmons.  I have been assigned to you today.  How are you feeling?" "Tired."  I say. "Any pain?" "No, the drugs are working pretty well, and the nurse said my legs are broken."     "You have a double fracture in the Fibula and Tibia of your left leg, and a hairline fracture in the Femur of your right leg.  Other than that you have minor abrasions on your head.  Also do you have any family that I can contact?" "Yes I have a son.  But don't bother calling him.  He is on his way as we speak." "And how do you know this?"  The doctor asked. "I can sense it." "Of course you can.  Give me his number so I can give him a call. And rest your head.  You did hit it pretty hard."  Just as the doctor said this the nurse came in with the man's son.  "Father are you ok?" The young man signed, as he was mute.
    "What about my car?" He asked his son.  "Are the packages lost?" POV: Visitor "No. I took them out of the house and mailed them off this morning.  You forgot to take them with you."  I signed. "That is a huge relief.  Well since I can't go, you will have to take my place."  The teacher said. "Ok. I will do it.  But I have to let my friend know I will be gone a while longer."  I sign.

Forty Years Ago, Saiyara

POV: ?     King Vegeta has been in a coma for fifteen years.  I have cleaned his body and changed his bedpan everyday since he was brought here. His royal crown and pendant I have kept in a box in the same room I have set aside for his habitation.
     His body was repaired successfully; and his memory scan indicates he has his memories intact, but I am waiting for him to wake up.  Using electrostimulation, I have managed to keep his muscles from atrophying too much.  I had to amputate his tail; as all the bones were crushed beyond repair during his fight with Freeza, and it would also be easier to deal with the bed pan that way.  He will be furious when he finds it missing, but I will regrow it later.
    I have been operating on minimal power all these years; the damage from the planet Vegita exploding preventing me from bringing main power online.  Fortunately the surge protectors did their job and only the power relays were melted.  Tony helped me replace the damaged relays and surge protectors, to bring main power online.  My residence, and my lab was using minimal power as the rest to the energy was being fed to the underground suspension chamber.
    Tony piloted the ship to where the Saiyan home world used to be to gather one of the stars since there weren't any planets orbiting it.  Shrinking and storing the G Class star in the containment chamber, he returned.  Now we will have enough power to run the whole place properly, and recharge the storage tanks.

    I wake up in a comfortable bed aching all over.  The room is unfamiliar to me.  There is a young man, probably in his twenties; sitting with is arms crossed over the back of the chair facing me, his head lying on his arms, asleep.  The last thing I remember, I was fighting Freeza when his fist was heading for my face, and I had many wounds, my body burning like fire.  How did I get here?  This doesn't look like one of that Lizard Prince's domains.
    The 'boy'  wakes up and smiles at me.  I reach out and grab him demanding to know why I am here and who dares to interfere with my business.  He says  nothing just  removes my hand with ease and starts to write something on a tablet.  He holds up the tablet and it reads: You can call me friend.  I am mute, so I can't speak.  I will bring you some food.  And he walks out of the room.
    While he is fetching the food, I wonder why he was able to easily remove himself from my grasp.  Irritated I try to fire a small blast from my finger...And nothing happens!  He comes back with a tray loaded with food, not as much as I expected though.  Picking up the tablet again he writes: I am also a telepath.  I wanted your permission before I made a connection.  It is faster than writing on this pad.  "You have permission I said."  'Thank you.'  he says telepathically.  'You are on Saiyara, the fifth planet of the Lidoria system. We are far from your home world.  I have much to tell you, but first eat and regain your strength.'
    I smell my food and check for poisoning.  The creature that is with me, walks over to a dresser and pulls out a black gi with a blood red sash.  After he closes the drawer, he sets the neatly folded gi on the table at the end of the bed.  'Sir, your old garments were ruined so I had to destroy them.  The crown and pendant are in that box over there on the dresser.  There is a shower and tub through that door over there.  Call me if you need me.' He says as he leaves the room.
    After finishing the food,  I climb out of  the bed with some difficulty to head to the shower, only to fall flat on my face.  Grumbling I try again, doing the same.  Upon closer inspection I find that to my horror my tail is gone.  "What the hell happened to my tail."  I roar.  The creature comes in picks me up and carries me near the tub and sets me in a chair beside the tub and turns on the water.  Once filled, he sets me in it and I grab the washcloth out of his hand. "I can clean myself now get out." 'Your tail was permanently damaged in your fight with that shitty lizard.  It had to be removed to prevent infection.'     He points to some bottles on a shelf indicating which one was  what, and what purpose they served.  'Do you need any more assistance before I leave?' He asks.  "No go away!"  was my reply.  'Call me if you need me.'  He states as he leaves the bathroom and exits my assigned room.
    Using the washcloth, I begin to clean myself with some difficulty.  Having been in a coma for fifteen years has taken it's toll.  But my muscles don't seem to be that atrophied.  Also why is it so hard to move? Everything seems so heavy.  Leaning back I slip under the water and have a hard time sitting up.  I just fall back into the water my strength failing me. I stubbornly force myself up to no avail.  Moments later he comes running into the bathroom and sits me upright.  Out of the water I take a deep breath of air. 'I'm going to help you weather you like it or not.  Now stop fighting me and let me help you!' He firmly commands.  I reluctantly agreed.