Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nossoreg's Revenge ❯ Chapter 3

Chapter Three

They all looked up to where Hercule had just emerged from the house with a great deal of fanfare. The other guests from the house had congregated on the lawn and gave a cheer for their hero. Behind him stood Gohan and Videl, holding Pan.

"Family, friends, and colleagues!" Hercule boomed, getting everyone's attention immediately. "Thank you got coming today to celebrate my precious granddaughter's first birthday."

He paused as another cheer arose. Pan, startled by the noise, clung to her mother's neck. Videl patter her back to reassure her. Gohan looked uncomfortable with all the attention.

"Now I know you all are gettin' hungry," Hercule continued. "So before you go and enjoy the good food, let me just say that it's an honor to have you all here and I hope you enjoy your day."

Another loud cheer rang out as Hercule led the way around to the side of the house where several long tables were set up. Dozens of waiters scurried back and forth, bringing carts of food to the hungry guests. Vegeta spotted Bulma and Chi Chi making their way toward them.

"It's about time," Bulma said. "I'm starving!"

"Can we join you?" Gohan asked as Videl instructed one of the waiters to bring Pan's highchair.

The group claimed the end of one of the tables and waited as the trays of food were uncovered. The aromas were more than the Saiyans could bear. Quickly, they all dug into the dishes and gobbled course after course, unaware of the stares they were receiving from the other guests.

"I know," Krillen told one gawker. "I'm still not used to it!"

The Saiyans and half-Saiyans kept the waiters hopping as they attempted to keep up with their appetites. Even little Pan seemed to eat more than a normal one-year old. Luckily, Gohan and Videl had made special allowances for these guests, and there was plenty of food for all.

When everyone was finally finished, an enormous birthday cake was wheeled out. One the top was a single, sparkling candle. Hercule came over to get Pan and she squealed with joy as he hoisted her high in the air. Vegeta knew that if she already enjoyed that, she would be flying soon.

"And now," Hercule boomed, "I think it's about time this little girl got her birthday wish." He boosted her up and helped her blow out the candle.

Another round of cheers arose, but was quickly overpowered by the sound of a jet overhead. It stopped to hover over the tables. A large door on the bottom opened and released hundreds of multi-colored balloons. Most of the guests laughed at the surprise and watched them fall slowly to the ground.

"Did you plan this?" Hercule asked Videl.

"I thought you did," she said, shaking her head.

The large number of balloons nearly blocked out the sight of the jet, but they were just able to make out the name on the side - NOSSOREG.

"Who's Nossoreg?" Gohan wondered as the balloons neared the guests.

Before anyone could touch them, the balloons suddenly exploded, releasing a fine cloud of mist over the crowd. Too late, they realized what it was. Everyone froze in place as the powerful gas they had inhaled made them like living statues.

The Saiyans felt helpless as even their strong muscles were unresponsive under the effect of the gas. The only thing they were all able to move were their eyes. Suddenly, a figure appeared next to their table.

"Go ahead and fight it," the stranger said in a calm, muffled voice. "But it won't do any good. My nerve agent attacks the muscles directly." He walked around the group and they could see his smiling eyes over the breathing mask he had over his face. "Although, I must say, I am very pleased with the results. Even I was not completely confident that the gas would work on Saiyans. I, of course, did not have any to experiment on."

From his pocket, he brought out a handful of what looked like tiny buttons. He placed one on each of the fighters' necks; Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Trunks and Goten. He paused next to Krillen and Yamcha, then gave a shrug and placed one on each of them as well. It burned their skin, but they still could not move. They watched each other as the object burrowed themselves underneath their skin.

"These are tracking devices," he informed him. "They will travel throughout your bodies and send me a signal as to your whereabouts and physical condition. You may try to remove them, but I wouldn't advise it. Since they are constantly on the move, they are very difficult to find and you may end up bleeding to death before you succeed."

They had already noticed that the burning sensation had stopped and they were unable to feel it anywhere. The intruder then took out three bands and placed them around the wrists of Chi Chi, Bulma, and Videl. He paused next to Number 18 and shook his head.

"I don't need this one," he said. "But, being an android, I'm not sure if the tracking devices would work either. I was surprised that the nerve gas did and I don't want to push my luck. You will find that I am extremely thorough and cautious," he added conversationally to the group.

He then took out a hypodermic spray and injected the contents into Number 18's upper arm. Her eyes closed and she fell limp onto the table.

"Curious," he said. "I had no idea this would nullify the nerve gas. I'll be sure to add that to my data." He turned to the frozen Krillen. "Don't worry. She is not permanently harmed. At least, I'm 95% sure that she isn't. She is a bit more sophisticated than the other androids I've used. Give her a day and if she isn't back to normal, I'll see what I can do."

The stranger then laughed at his own joke and patted Krillen on the cheek. Anger boiled in Krillen's eyes.

"Well, I'd love to stay for the party, but my time is limited. I'm sure I will be seeing you all again very soon. That is, if you're smart enough." He laughed and pressed a button on his wristband. He faded away, along with Chi Chi, Bulma, and Videl. The jet slowly rose higher in the air and then sped away, leaving only the frozen party guests behind.