Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Reborn ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
Written by: Severina
He leaned forward, whimpering his plan in her ear. His eyes darted around at the other cells. Even after their bickering, they hadn't attracted the attention of the slumbering inmates. He finished and pulled back to watch her expression.
"That's it. Now I know your crazy. And to think I actually came all the way down here thinking you could help me." She said, disgusted with him and herself for buying in to his delusions.
"I'm not crazy! We only have a week! Please! You have to listen to me!" he said as she turned her back to him, her long auburn hair brushing along her back like a wave. She started down the empty corridor, no other prisoners were being held there. She was getting further out of reach with every passing second, and so was his chance to save the planet and his life. "I know why you care about him so much." He said, his voice low and distant, like a medium at a tarot reading. She stopped dead in her tracks, keeping her back to him. "The Prince. I know, Patara." He said, hoping the use of her first name would not enrage the already tense warrior. Spinning, her dress spiraling burgundy silk as she moved, she approached the bars.
"You know nothing about my son." She spoke through clenched teeth, fire burning behind her mask like features.
"He's a natural. I saw it all, the mis-incubations; the others lost to botched gene therapy. He's the only one that survived and only because you carried him." He whispered, locking eyes with her. She stepped back in shock, confusion clouding her classic features. "Please. You have to trust me. You said you believed me. Prove it. Get me out of here." She nodded slowly, and unlocked the door to his cell.
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The trip to Bardock's lab was made in complete silence. Patara was lost in her own thoughts; Bardock's words seared into her mind like a fresh brand.
He knew. It was impossible, but he had told her everything. Her son, the Prince of all Saiyans, the next in line to the Saiyan throne, the strongest and the prophesized Super Saiyan, was a natural birth. It was custom on Vegetasei that when a woman became pregnant. The embryo was removed and placed in an incubation chamber, where it's development could be monitored. If there was any signs of unwanted traits such as decreased muscle mass, tendency for disease, slow healing processes or anything else, gene therapy was performed to eradicate these glitches. In doing so, power level and fighting abilities were increased.
During these sessions, the sounds of battles were pumped through the incubation chambers, stoking the already high Saiyan lust for fighting. They were honed since before birth into weapons. For these reasons, natural birth was something that hadn't been done in almost 50 years, until the Prince.
Patara had become pregnant 9 times during her short marriage to the King. 6 times, the incubation had failed within a week for no reason, killing the embryo inside. Twice the child had made it to the 3rd week before gene therapy had begun. And yet again, for inexplicable reasons, the babies had died.
When she had become pregnant the 9th time, the King would not allow the child to be harvested for incubation. He sent her to Planet Tallika, the location of the vacation house for the royal family. Keeping her whereabouts secret and sending her with only one doctor, Kala and Kala's mate, he killed everyone else that knew about her condition. 9 months later, she was sent back to Vegetasei and snuck into the palace in the dead of night while in labor, barely making it to the royal chamber before giving birth to a screaming, scowling boy with flame-like hair and unfathomably deep eyes. His power level was tested immediately and luckily for him, he tested higher than anyone ever recorded. She was certain that if he hadn't tested so high, Vegeta would have killed him without a second thought.
Giving birth had been hard enough on her, but she never thought that she would feel so empty after he was born. She had held him in her body for 9 months, felt his first movements in her womb and heard his first piercing screams as he came into the world. She developed a maternal bond with the child, a dangerous idea in the eyes of the unemotional King.
"We're here." Bardock said, bringing her back. She looked around the darkened lab, parts and computer chips strewn about in a haphazard organization. "Over here." He said, walking toward a cloth-covered shape in the corner. Reaching up, he pulled away the cloth with the skill of a magician, timing it just as anticipation hit its peak. It looked just like a space pod, just a little bigger. There was barely enough room for two people.
"Explain this to me again." She said. His first explanation had been hurried and disjointed as they had struggled to keep quiet.
"I know my son Kakarot defeats Frieza in the future. But right now, he's an infant. He only has an average power level for a 3rd class Saiyan, so I figure that he must know Frieza's weakness. Somehow he learns it, and it's enough of a weakness so he can destroy Frieza. I figure if I travel into the future, he can tell me about the weakness, I'll come back and then I can use it against Frieza before he destroys Vegetasei.
This is what we're looking at, this is the time machine that will take me to my son." He stated, trying his best not to let her hear his nervousness.
"Your son survives the destruction of the planet and all of us are lost?" she asked. This was beginning to seem more insane by the minute. But the image of her husband's head in a box, the knowledge that her son was being held by the evil tyrant made her decision for her. She had to trust this man. He was insane, or at least bordering on insane, she could see the look in his eyes. But he was dedicated. She couldn't remember the last time she had thought that about a man.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well, if I'm right, he'll be sent to a planet called Earth the day of the attack by Frieza. So he'll still be there because no one will be alive to go get him."
"How long will you be gone?" she asked, forming her own plan in the back of her mind.
"Well, I've never actually used this before, but if my calculations are correct, I'll be gone 2 ½ minutes tops in this time. The beauty of it is I can stay as long as I want in the future and only 2 ½ minutes will pass here."
"And we only have a week?
"Yes."
"Perfect."
"Your highness?" he asked, perplexed by her answer.
"I'm going with you."
"What? You can't-"
"Why?" she snapped, staring him down.
"Well, there's no room and-"
"We'll make it work. Besides we'll have a better chance against Frieza if we both know his weakness." She said. He nodded slowly in agreement.
Written by: Severina
He leaned forward, whimpering his plan in her ear. His eyes darted around at the other cells. Even after their bickering, they hadn't attracted the attention of the slumbering inmates. He finished and pulled back to watch her expression.
"That's it. Now I know your crazy. And to think I actually came all the way down here thinking you could help me." She said, disgusted with him and herself for buying in to his delusions.
"I'm not crazy! We only have a week! Please! You have to listen to me!" he said as she turned her back to him, her long auburn hair brushing along her back like a wave. She started down the empty corridor, no other prisoners were being held there. She was getting further out of reach with every passing second, and so was his chance to save the planet and his life. "I know why you care about him so much." He said, his voice low and distant, like a medium at a tarot reading. She stopped dead in her tracks, keeping her back to him. "The Prince. I know, Patara." He said, hoping the use of her first name would not enrage the already tense warrior. Spinning, her dress spiraling burgundy silk as she moved, she approached the bars.
"You know nothing about my son." She spoke through clenched teeth, fire burning behind her mask like features.
"He's a natural. I saw it all, the mis-incubations; the others lost to botched gene therapy. He's the only one that survived and only because you carried him." He whispered, locking eyes with her. She stepped back in shock, confusion clouding her classic features. "Please. You have to trust me. You said you believed me. Prove it. Get me out of here." She nodded slowly, and unlocked the door to his cell.
**********************************
The trip to Bardock's lab was made in complete silence. Patara was lost in her own thoughts; Bardock's words seared into her mind like a fresh brand.
He knew. It was impossible, but he had told her everything. Her son, the Prince of all Saiyans, the next in line to the Saiyan throne, the strongest and the prophesized Super Saiyan, was a natural birth. It was custom on Vegetasei that when a woman became pregnant. The embryo was removed and placed in an incubation chamber, where it's development could be monitored. If there was any signs of unwanted traits such as decreased muscle mass, tendency for disease, slow healing processes or anything else, gene therapy was performed to eradicate these glitches. In doing so, power level and fighting abilities were increased.
During these sessions, the sounds of battles were pumped through the incubation chambers, stoking the already high Saiyan lust for fighting. They were honed since before birth into weapons. For these reasons, natural birth was something that hadn't been done in almost 50 years, until the Prince.
Patara had become pregnant 9 times during her short marriage to the King. 6 times, the incubation had failed within a week for no reason, killing the embryo inside. Twice the child had made it to the 3rd week before gene therapy had begun. And yet again, for inexplicable reasons, the babies had died.
When she had become pregnant the 9th time, the King would not allow the child to be harvested for incubation. He sent her to Planet Tallika, the location of the vacation house for the royal family. Keeping her whereabouts secret and sending her with only one doctor, Kala and Kala's mate, he killed everyone else that knew about her condition. 9 months later, she was sent back to Vegetasei and snuck into the palace in the dead of night while in labor, barely making it to the royal chamber before giving birth to a screaming, scowling boy with flame-like hair and unfathomably deep eyes. His power level was tested immediately and luckily for him, he tested higher than anyone ever recorded. She was certain that if he hadn't tested so high, Vegeta would have killed him without a second thought.
Giving birth had been hard enough on her, but she never thought that she would feel so empty after he was born. She had held him in her body for 9 months, felt his first movements in her womb and heard his first piercing screams as he came into the world. She developed a maternal bond with the child, a dangerous idea in the eyes of the unemotional King.
"We're here." Bardock said, bringing her back. She looked around the darkened lab, parts and computer chips strewn about in a haphazard organization. "Over here." He said, walking toward a cloth-covered shape in the corner. Reaching up, he pulled away the cloth with the skill of a magician, timing it just as anticipation hit its peak. It looked just like a space pod, just a little bigger. There was barely enough room for two people.
"Explain this to me again." She said. His first explanation had been hurried and disjointed as they had struggled to keep quiet.
"I know my son Kakarot defeats Frieza in the future. But right now, he's an infant. He only has an average power level for a 3rd class Saiyan, so I figure that he must know Frieza's weakness. Somehow he learns it, and it's enough of a weakness so he can destroy Frieza. I figure if I travel into the future, he can tell me about the weakness, I'll come back and then I can use it against Frieza before he destroys Vegetasei.
This is what we're looking at, this is the time machine that will take me to my son." He stated, trying his best not to let her hear his nervousness.
"Your son survives the destruction of the planet and all of us are lost?" she asked. This was beginning to seem more insane by the minute. But the image of her husband's head in a box, the knowledge that her son was being held by the evil tyrant made her decision for her. She had to trust this man. He was insane, or at least bordering on insane, she could see the look in his eyes. But he was dedicated. She couldn't remember the last time she had thought that about a man.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well, if I'm right, he'll be sent to a planet called Earth the day of the attack by Frieza. So he'll still be there because no one will be alive to go get him."
"How long will you be gone?" she asked, forming her own plan in the back of her mind.
"Well, I've never actually used this before, but if my calculations are correct, I'll be gone 2 ½ minutes tops in this time. The beauty of it is I can stay as long as I want in the future and only 2 ½ minutes will pass here."
"And we only have a week?
"Yes."
"Perfect."
"Your highness?" he asked, perplexed by her answer.
"I'm going with you."
"What? You can't-"
"Why?" she snapped, staring him down.
"Well, there's no room and-"
"We'll make it work. Besides we'll have a better chance against Frieza if we both know his weakness." She said. He nodded slowly in agreement.