Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ The Rescue ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 126 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 126 | Status: Completed
Fifty years had passed. Martek, the Legend of the ancient Saiya-Jin, floated within the confines of a Saiyan space pod, in a coma. He was in his normal state with short raven hair spiked a few inches above his head. His arms and body had deflated to a normal sized degree of definition as the pod floated, inactively, across the vacuum of space. His tail, black in color, lay limply on his lap as he sit motionless, but he would soon awaken...
Lexan landed gracefully on the planet called Earth. She could not feel Martek, but there were definitely Saiyans, two full-blooded and three half-breeds. She assumed that flying would be considered extremely abnormal for the... what did they call themselves? Humans was it? It didn't matter now. She just needed to find Martek. She walked two miles into a city called Tokyo. She didn't know where she was. The gravity on this planet was incredibly weak, and it had strange continent pattern. She knew the other, potenial, Saiyans lived a ways away from here, but she figured she'd better start looking. Though, Lexan had never seen Martek in a normal state, it would be more difficult than she first thought.
Lights suddenly went off in the tiny space pod. Though the engine was not active, other systems were still online. They woke Martek from his sleep as seering heat leaked into the tiny vessel. He was entering the atmosphere of a planet. He barely got glimpses of it from his tiny window before he collasped back into his seat from exhaustion.
Fire raged outside the pod as they ripped through the top atmosphere. He cringed at the heat he was experiencing. The innards of the vessel began to melt and burn away.
A force of Titanic proportions struck the pod from the outside. The fire subsided and the craft stopped moving. It was still smoking from the heat of it all, and the pod was badly bent. Martek was lucky it landed with the opening facing the outside. Martek broke through the door, escaping the hell that had ensnared him, only to meet the blistering cold. He shuddered but quickly pushed such emotions out of his head, out of reflex alone. He was dead tired and his clothes were in tatters. Slowly, he reached the penetration point of the small pod to find he had landed in a mountain, and beyond the mountain, was a desert. Martek sighed heavily as he found he had some walking to do. What else could he do? Sit there and rot? Hell no! He was the... the..., he did not remember. There he was, on a planet he did not know, not knowing who he is, how he got there, why he was there, or how to get off. Only one word turned over and over again in his beaten mind, "Lexan..." It repeated constantly until he could stand it no more. That word had no meaning to him whatsoever. He knew not what it was, nor why her remembered it at all. Sighing again, he picked up his feet one by one and moved foward. His feet alone felt like they weighed fifty pounds each. He staggered like a drunkard onward.
He suddenly fell. The ground beneath him gave way and crumbled under his weight. Down, down, down, fifty, sixty, seventy, BAM!! Bottom. Martek lifted his head out of the two feet of icy cold, white stuff on the ground. He felt no pain as he trudged onward. Deja vu struck him as it happened yet again, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, WHAM!!. This time, there was merely inches of the same substance and below it, something just as cold but not nearly as forgiving. Martek again picked himself up, seeing the fine imprint he made on the mountain. He was dazed but continued walking. He did not let the same happen again, but he was quite unaware of what he was doing. All he remembered was blinking once and suddenly, he was walking across the vast desert, he blinked again, and he saw a mirage of civilization. He blinked a third time, and he was nearly at the door to some building. Not aware of his present appearance, he pushed the wooden object in a rectangular frame and it gave way, leading him into an even more mysterious place...
His clothes were ragged and torn as he stumbled into a bar. Some people ignored him, while other wondered who he was and why was he so beat? He looked just as normal as you or I standing roughly six foot five inches tall, with a wide chest and defined arms and legs. The man was obviously a warrior of some type. The man knew not where he was, nor who he was. His head throbbed with pain of that only found in the abyss of hell and the ground swayed under him, as if he was on a swing. He walked into the bar, tripping over his own feet and fell over after entering a few feet into the room. He tried to push himself back up with his arms, only to collapse out of pure exhaustion and fall into almost a comatose state. The bar tender rushed to the phone and dialed 911, while the others gazed wide-eyed at the man, looking intently upon him, as if studying him.
"911 Emergency. The phone said."
"Yes, I need an ambulance and the 90 Bottles of Beer Bar off of Lencet Road immediately." The bartender requested desperately.
"What is the nature of your emergency?"
"A man has just come in, he looks real bad, like as if he was just in an explosion or something. He's collasped on the floor right now, probably unconscious."
"Do you know if he was drinking at all?"
"No, he just walked in a one or two minutes ago."
"Can you please describe the man?"
"Yeah, he looks like he's six feet... maybe five or six inches tall, uh... he looks to be about one hundred ninty, two hundred pounds, and really muscular."
"Alright, an ambulance has just been dispatched, they should arrive in about five to ten minutes."
"Alright, thank you."
The bartender turned around, only to see his loyal customers hulded around the unconscious fellow, examining him almost. The bartender muscled his way to the front to see what everyone else was looking at. Once he saw it, he put his hand over his mouth and stepped back in bewilderment. The man, had a tail.
Beep...beep...beep...
'I'm surprised he's still alive...'
'You... seen... ace pod...'
'He is... finetly not human.'
The strange man phased in and out of conscious, safely contained within the confines of a hospital. The incensent beeping was driving him mad and he lay on a bed with wires penetrating his skin. He was dead tired, but he did not want to spend an extra second in this prison if he could help it.
This place is no place for me. After all, I am... He thought. He could not remember his name, his age, nor his family.
Suddenly, a third man stepped into the room, in addition to the two already in the cramped hospital room. The man in a white coat sat in a chair righjt next to the bed, pulled the clipboard from under his arm, found a pen in his pocket, clicked it and looked toward the prisoner.
"Hello. How are you feeling?" The white-coated man said.
"Uhh... better than before I guess." The inmate replied.
"Well, that's good, can you tell me your name?"
"Well... no, I don't remember."
"Umm.. ok then, how about you age."
"I... don't know that either."
"O.K., how about family."
"I don't remember if I have any."
"Do you remember anything?"
"No, you probably know more than I do."
"Well, it's been all over the news all day, a fireball from the sky crashed into a desert just outside the city. There were tracks, dragging tracks, that led from the desert and ended up in the 90 Bottles of Beer Bar, where we picked you up."
"What? I crash landed?"
"Yes, you did. And now, you're going to tell me exactly where you-"
Without warning, an explosion penetrated the wall of the room. There levated two men, one had a stern face with his hand out stretched, the other had a bit more happy-go-lucky personality. Both were incredibly defined in body. One was dressed in a skin tight blue outfit that amplified his muscle size, while the other was dressed in a baggy orange equip with a blue undershirt.
"Vegeta! I told you not to blast a hole, we could just go through the hospital to get him!" Yelled the one with an orange suit.
"Quiet, Kakarot! This is much easier and effective than you pathetic diplomatic ways of getting things done, clown! Now come on, if we are to prove that he is a Sayian, we must get him to Bulma right away! Who knows what these humans have been doing to him." Replied the one in blue.
"Alright fine! but next time, we do it my way!"
The blue suited one, apparently named Vegeta, growled and nodded reluctantly as they both floated in and picked the man up.
"What do you guys want with me?" He said.
"We'll ask the questions later, the only thing we have to do now is get you fixed up."
The duo got under both of his arms and carried him out and flew towards the south.
Lexan landed gracefully on the planet called Earth. She could not feel Martek, but there were definitely Saiyans, two full-blooded and three half-breeds. She assumed that flying would be considered extremely abnormal for the... what did they call themselves? Humans was it? It didn't matter now. She just needed to find Martek. She walked two miles into a city called Tokyo. She didn't know where she was. The gravity on this planet was incredibly weak, and it had strange continent pattern. She knew the other, potenial, Saiyans lived a ways away from here, but she figured she'd better start looking. Though, Lexan had never seen Martek in a normal state, it would be more difficult than she first thought.
Lights suddenly went off in the tiny space pod. Though the engine was not active, other systems were still online. They woke Martek from his sleep as seering heat leaked into the tiny vessel. He was entering the atmosphere of a planet. He barely got glimpses of it from his tiny window before he collasped back into his seat from exhaustion.
Fire raged outside the pod as they ripped through the top atmosphere. He cringed at the heat he was experiencing. The innards of the vessel began to melt and burn away.
A force of Titanic proportions struck the pod from the outside. The fire subsided and the craft stopped moving. It was still smoking from the heat of it all, and the pod was badly bent. Martek was lucky it landed with the opening facing the outside. Martek broke through the door, escaping the hell that had ensnared him, only to meet the blistering cold. He shuddered but quickly pushed such emotions out of his head, out of reflex alone. He was dead tired and his clothes were in tatters. Slowly, he reached the penetration point of the small pod to find he had landed in a mountain, and beyond the mountain, was a desert. Martek sighed heavily as he found he had some walking to do. What else could he do? Sit there and rot? Hell no! He was the... the..., he did not remember. There he was, on a planet he did not know, not knowing who he is, how he got there, why he was there, or how to get off. Only one word turned over and over again in his beaten mind, "Lexan..." It repeated constantly until he could stand it no more. That word had no meaning to him whatsoever. He knew not what it was, nor why her remembered it at all. Sighing again, he picked up his feet one by one and moved foward. His feet alone felt like they weighed fifty pounds each. He staggered like a drunkard onward.
He suddenly fell. The ground beneath him gave way and crumbled under his weight. Down, down, down, fifty, sixty, seventy, BAM!! Bottom. Martek lifted his head out of the two feet of icy cold, white stuff on the ground. He felt no pain as he trudged onward. Deja vu struck him as it happened yet again, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, WHAM!!. This time, there was merely inches of the same substance and below it, something just as cold but not nearly as forgiving. Martek again picked himself up, seeing the fine imprint he made on the mountain. He was dazed but continued walking. He did not let the same happen again, but he was quite unaware of what he was doing. All he remembered was blinking once and suddenly, he was walking across the vast desert, he blinked again, and he saw a mirage of civilization. He blinked a third time, and he was nearly at the door to some building. Not aware of his present appearance, he pushed the wooden object in a rectangular frame and it gave way, leading him into an even more mysterious place...
His clothes were ragged and torn as he stumbled into a bar. Some people ignored him, while other wondered who he was and why was he so beat? He looked just as normal as you or I standing roughly six foot five inches tall, with a wide chest and defined arms and legs. The man was obviously a warrior of some type. The man knew not where he was, nor who he was. His head throbbed with pain of that only found in the abyss of hell and the ground swayed under him, as if he was on a swing. He walked into the bar, tripping over his own feet and fell over after entering a few feet into the room. He tried to push himself back up with his arms, only to collapse out of pure exhaustion and fall into almost a comatose state. The bar tender rushed to the phone and dialed 911, while the others gazed wide-eyed at the man, looking intently upon him, as if studying him.
"911 Emergency. The phone said."
"Yes, I need an ambulance and the 90 Bottles of Beer Bar off of Lencet Road immediately." The bartender requested desperately.
"What is the nature of your emergency?"
"A man has just come in, he looks real bad, like as if he was just in an explosion or something. He's collasped on the floor right now, probably unconscious."
"Do you know if he was drinking at all?"
"No, he just walked in a one or two minutes ago."
"Can you please describe the man?"
"Yeah, he looks like he's six feet... maybe five or six inches tall, uh... he looks to be about one hundred ninty, two hundred pounds, and really muscular."
"Alright, an ambulance has just been dispatched, they should arrive in about five to ten minutes."
"Alright, thank you."
The bartender turned around, only to see his loyal customers hulded around the unconscious fellow, examining him almost. The bartender muscled his way to the front to see what everyone else was looking at. Once he saw it, he put his hand over his mouth and stepped back in bewilderment. The man, had a tail.
Beep...beep...beep...
'I'm surprised he's still alive...'
'You... seen... ace pod...'
'He is... finetly not human.'
The strange man phased in and out of conscious, safely contained within the confines of a hospital. The incensent beeping was driving him mad and he lay on a bed with wires penetrating his skin. He was dead tired, but he did not want to spend an extra second in this prison if he could help it.
This place is no place for me. After all, I am... He thought. He could not remember his name, his age, nor his family.
Suddenly, a third man stepped into the room, in addition to the two already in the cramped hospital room. The man in a white coat sat in a chair righjt next to the bed, pulled the clipboard from under his arm, found a pen in his pocket, clicked it and looked toward the prisoner.
"Hello. How are you feeling?" The white-coated man said.
"Uhh... better than before I guess." The inmate replied.
"Well, that's good, can you tell me your name?"
"Well... no, I don't remember."
"Umm.. ok then, how about you age."
"I... don't know that either."
"O.K., how about family."
"I don't remember if I have any."
"Do you remember anything?"
"No, you probably know more than I do."
"Well, it's been all over the news all day, a fireball from the sky crashed into a desert just outside the city. There were tracks, dragging tracks, that led from the desert and ended up in the 90 Bottles of Beer Bar, where we picked you up."
"What? I crash landed?"
"Yes, you did. And now, you're going to tell me exactly where you-"
Without warning, an explosion penetrated the wall of the room. There levated two men, one had a stern face with his hand out stretched, the other had a bit more happy-go-lucky personality. Both were incredibly defined in body. One was dressed in a skin tight blue outfit that amplified his muscle size, while the other was dressed in a baggy orange equip with a blue undershirt.
"Vegeta! I told you not to blast a hole, we could just go through the hospital to get him!" Yelled the one with an orange suit.
"Quiet, Kakarot! This is much easier and effective than you pathetic diplomatic ways of getting things done, clown! Now come on, if we are to prove that he is a Sayian, we must get him to Bulma right away! Who knows what these humans have been doing to him." Replied the one in blue.
"Alright fine! but next time, we do it my way!"
The blue suited one, apparently named Vegeta, growled and nodded reluctantly as they both floated in and picked the man up.
"What do you guys want with me?" He said.
"We'll ask the questions later, the only thing we have to do now is get you fixed up."
The duo got under both of his arms and carried him out and flew towards the south.