Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I am....... ❯ The Good Doctor ( Chapter 1 )

How to make a saiyan

 

`My name is Drew, my name is Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew okay I have to calm down or that guy will come back!' A seventeen year old boy is strapped to a operating table with an I.V. in his wrist pumping in blood and another is in the other wrist taking out blood.

`oh my god, what the hell is he doing to me my head is spinning I can't even feel my arms anymore where the hell is this, if I don't leave I am goning to go insane I can't take this!'

“HHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! Where the hell am I!!!!?” Drew's voice receives no answer just the distant buzzing of the light high above his strapped down head. His brown hair that used to hang over his chin is now only to his eyes and the shade has darkened slightly. “HHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!! What the hell are you doing to me! Let me go!” Drew begins to flail as best he can on the table trying to loosen one of the straps around him.

Suddenly the heavy steel door at the end of the room opens and an old man with barely any hair besides his mustache walks in with a tape recorder and a glass pitcher filled with a red liquid. His voice has a slight accent that Drew can't decipher to a nationality, “Subject awake and angry, possibly a sign of the transformation process or just the expected reaction to the experimentation. Now administering test two further, ending log 5:28 p.m.

The man puts the recorder down next to the pitcher which he then picks up.

“Hey who are you man, come on what are you doing, what is this stuff your're putting into me, why am I strapped to this table and where the hell am I!!!???”

“If you are going to have so many questions maybe you should ask nicer!” The man pulls a lever next to Drew's head and suddenly electricity begins to course through his body making him scream in terrible pain. The man finally stops as Drew's voice gives out and he can't even lift his head.

“Now will you be good?” Drew simply grunts out of inability to do anything else including properly breathe. “Good, now open your mouth.”

`Maybe it is just a drink, please God let is just be some kind of drink!'

He begins to poor the thick substance into his mouth and the copper taste is familiar as Drew coughs it all back up, due to his realization and the pain of it going down his throat.

The man lets out an angry sigh and pulls the lever again sending electricity back through Drew's body. While Drew is being shocked the man slowly walks back over to the tape recorder and retrieves a funnel. He slowly walks back and pushes the lever back up.

“I should warn you about the fact that I am not a nice man, I don't want to kill you because such a specimen is hard to come by and I don't want to have to search for another.” The doctor forces the funnel into his so-called specimen's mouth and begins to re-pour the liquid into him. With his fist tightly closed and his eye shut so hard it hurts he finishes the drink and begins to gag.

“Now I should tell you what you already know, yes that is blood but not just any blood, it is blood of the great saiyan warriors.” His voice becomes almost nostalgic at the mention of the `great saiyan warriors.' “With this you shall become my weapon, and you will follow every single one of my orders or, I'll kill you.” The doctor looks at Drew's hair and smiles as he plucks a single strand. As he's walking towards his computer he continues to talk but suddenly changes the subject, “If you puke I will shoot your knee caps then cut off your legs and build new ones. So you see that will just mean more work for me and even more pain especially with metal legs once I start to shock you again.”

`Oh my god I am going to die, this freak is going to kill me no matter what I do. It's hopeless.'

Drew can hear a feminine voice on the computer state, “Subject Drew Nara, Blood percents human ninety four percent, saiyan six percent.”

The man turns to glare at Drew he walks up to him and punches Drew in the face, “I've had you drugged for three weeks so that you could sleep while this happened but in three weeks you've because just six percent saiyan! This is unacceptable; by the time you are at one hundred percent I will be dead!”

The man walks back over to his tape recorder and starts it, “Doctors log 6:00 p.m., the subject has increased six percent in three weeks, in roughly three hundred and fifty days he will be finished unless…………….continued log, I will increase the treatment to three times the amount this will hasten the project. Ending log 6:04 p.m.”

The doctor puts the tape recorder down and leaves the room walking quite quickly. Once again Drew is left to his thoughts

`I don't wanna die but I can't keep this up there is no end to this, I really wish I could've seen the guys one last time, my mom, my girlfriend,……wait he said three weeks they must be looking for me by now, they will be here soon I know it!'

“Are you ready for some more `nutrients' my specimen?” the self proclaimed doctor walks back over to Drew with the funnel and two more pitchers, “The sooner you drink this down the sooner you get to go back to your dreaming.”

Drew opens his mouth accepting the funnel knowing he will need it.

`Dreams yeah right, nightmares perhaps'

The horrible copper taste fills his mouth again and once more before the doctor goes back over to his counter and takes a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with tap water. For the first time he appears to not be in a horrible mood. He removes the funnel and tilts the glass slowly so his precious experiment can drink down the first non blood liquid he has had all day.

“We shall consider the electrocution punishment and the water as a reward. Since you didn't flail about this time you receive reward but because you did the first time!”

The obviously insane man pulls on the lever again this time not stopping until Drew passes commenting that this is how he will be put to sleep each time if he screws up once everyday.