Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ New World ❯ Strangers ( Chapter 2 )

Apparently my wishes had been answered. I have been to busy with a sudden arrival of an outside race. Unfortunately, no one has given me any information on the ningen, except they had put up quite a fight. Some of the main patrol of WAD (which I think is a...unqualified name) had to detach more powerful weapons to detain them.

 

“We were lucky that they were already injured,” Omate told me later about the ningen.

 

“If it wasn't for that, no telling what they would do.” I had asked to see them, but Omate told me it was to dangerous.

 

All he told me was that there were 5 of them, and they had seperated all of them. I insisted that they may need medical help, and if they didn't survive, we could get any information from them. At that time, Jinsen, The Head Scientist, had overheard me. He came up to me and smiled.

 

“Do you think you could handle the leader?” he asked me.

 

I blinked in suprise, then nodded.

 

“Hai. I believe I am capable of handling this situation carefully.”

 

He laughed at that and turned to Omate.

 

“Well, you heard her. Take her to where the Saiyajin leader is stationed.”

 

 

We bowed, and Omate turned to lead me down the hall. Saiyaijin? Why haven't I heard that name before? I had a slight fascination to see how our people were different races, but all I had where the books in the library to go by. Omate sighed beside me, pulling me from my thoughts.

 

“You'll be alone with him, but be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

 

The sincerety in his voice made me smile and nod. We entered the cubicle, and there sat a man bound down by the power ties. I was shocked by his appearance. Dark eyes, framed by a face that had a scar on the left cheek. He had wild hair, and some sort of device over his left ear. His body was shaped with muscles, and some sort of armor was clasped over his chest, spandex stretched tight across his body leaving nothing to the imagination. A furry belt was wrapped firmly around his waist. Dark obsadian eyes gazed at me, and I realized that if I looked to long I would get lost in them. Even sitting down I could tell that he was taller than me. I must have been staring to long because he smirked at me. The cold smile sent shivers down my spine, and I instinctively rubbed my arms.

 

Omate placed a hand on my shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” he asked me I straightened, never taking my eyes of the Saiyajin and nodded. He sighed again, then exited, leaving me alone to face this creature by myself. I went up to him, my arms now down by my sides.

 

“Who are you and what is your purpose for being here?” I asked, proud that my voice didn't waiver.

 

 

He narrowed his eyes at me, the smirk no longer on his lips. He said nothing. I studied him for a while, and then saw that the part of his armor that had been damaged showed a huge gash. I blinked in surprise. I hadn't noticied that before, and yet the Saiyajin didn't even flinch when I reached out to inspect it. But he did growl at me, and I paused. When he saw that I had no intention of hurting him (though for some reason I doubt that I could) I pressed my fingers against the wound. After a few minutes of inspection, I came to a conclusion. Omate came back later, looking still none to happy about the situation.

 

“I have to take him back to my place.”

 

Omate gazed at me shocked.

 

“Whatever for? We can take care of him just fine here.”

 

I frowned at him.

 

“I'm aware of that, but as the HSA, I believe I should be able to keep a record of the Saiyajins vitals and stats. The best way I can do this is if he is under a constant watch by me.”

 

Omate gazed at me skeptically while shaking his head. The Saiyajin, though, seemed unfazed and uninterested. I had no idea if he could understand us, but I had a pretty good feeling that he knew what we were talking about, because he continued to look at me.

 

Omate sighed again (something that had really started to annoy me.) and said,” We will have to ask Jinsen-sama on what he thinks is best.”

 

With that he turned at left, and I turned my gaze back to the Saiyajin.

 

“ I'm not sure if you can understand me, but there might be a chance I can take better care of you if you are.. um... facilitated at my home.”

 

He studied me but said nothing.

 

“Don't worry, I'll make sure your comrades are taken care of.”

 

I paused for a minute, before I said,” Besides, from what I hear my food is better than what they serve here.”

 

 

I smiled at him, hoping he understood my light joke. All he did was snort though, and I couldn't tell if he was amused, or annoyed. With another hopeful smile, I left the Saiyajin in his cell.