Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

CHAPTER 7



AN: ~You must wake up…you must… ~ = mental thought/speech



IT was aware of ITs' existence.

IT looked through the penetrating fluid warmth that IT was suspended in. IT looked through the thick glass of the cylindrical development chamber to see the large moving figures in dim blurred vision. A lulling sort of hum filled ITs' ears, maintaining the saturated cloud of semi-consciousness that fogged ITs' awareness.

IT didn't know how much time had passed. IT didn't know at what point ITs' awareness had set in. All IT knew was that IT was sentient and all IT could assimilate was a few dull sounds and the scarce blurred images available to it.

Suddenly unbidden, unknown images flashed before ITs' vision.

An image of a young little boy with violet hair and rich blue eyes; An image of a man with thick black hair, the majority bunched on one side, and with compassionate eyes blacker still; all within a mature face that still managed to maintain childlike innocence along with an undeniable smile. Then, thirdly, IT saw an image very much like the second, yet so very different. The hair was the same, but with the exceptions of it being swept up in a glorious untamable flame like shape. The face, though slightly older than the second and an aristocratic nose, bore the same black eyes, but it held no freely given compassion, and held no innocent smile. On that beautiful face was an almost immoveable frown, yet there seemed to be scores of emotion hidden in those ebony depts. But from where these images came from, IT didn't know, or rather…remember.

The image of the boy appeared abruptly before IT's eyes once more, then the face of the younger dark stranger and then image of the elder dark man. Only at second glance did IT see a resemblance between his face and the face of the boy. Without warning the boy's face was viewed once again as was the younger man, then in turn followed the older man, and it was with the third view did IT see a fierce, unbridled, unbounded love - In those dark eyes.

IT then realized, somehow, somehow that IT was one recipient of this love. Yet IT was not exactly so. Not according to ITs' want, the three images flowed in that order, and as time elapsed, other images joined the three. Images of ITs' home, of ITs' parentage, of other faces, it called `friends'.

IT began to be swamped with new feelings of warmth, happiness and pain. More images followed, occurring and changing at speeds beyond understanding. Scenes of destruction, suffering, and indescribable horrific death flooded ITS' vision. Very soon, IT became overwhelmed, as if every emotion experienced would well up, expand and destroy IT.

When the experience reached what IT though was ITs' limit, the images and feelings slowed. They began to cease as ITs' awareness and consciousness was being lost. Just before ITs' vision and awareness turned to nothing; the last image was of the flame-headed, blacked eyed man; and the last feeling - Love.

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Shizema walked by and observed every console for every detail as he continued his monitored. He momentarily glanced at the date and time indicator on the laboratory wall in irritation. Ever since Gaila had brought the ship to the planet they had remained hidden on the unseen face of planet Earth's only natural satellite at all times. Once back on board, Shizema had been ordered by Sarumi to immediately enter the lab, sample and all, to begin his current work. Sarumi had ordered that the laboratory clock be attuned to Earth's time, and the fact planet had such short day and night periods angered her to no end. Over four sets of 24-Earth hour periods had already passed, and Sarumi was impatient to say the least, despite the fact that they wouldn't have to wait much longer for the complele maturation of his current work.

Shizema forced his attention back to the task at hand. The growth rate of the skeletal form was agreeable, for what they were doing anyway, circulation and respiration all seemed to occur with expected parameters, muscular and organ development appeared to be acceptable. Cellular skin, nail and hair production was taking place normally according to this progression.

A sudden bleep from the brain monitor succeeded getting Shizema's attention. There seemed to be unusual brainwave activity occurring in the specimen, though it was limited under the danger levels. He turned from the console and walked up to the cylindrical tank. There in the nutrient liquid, with sensors attached to her still growing body and a breathing mask covering her nose and mouth that provided her the vital oxygen gas that was needed to maintain her life, she floated lifelessly as she grew. Shizema stared intently at her and noted that thought, her eyes were mostly closed; he could still partially see what should be her cerulean eyes.

A hiss sounded at the laboratory doors automatically slid open and Sarumi entered for her thousandth plus check on how far things were going. Looking around the room, she instantly saw Shizema standing by the `Progression Chamber', staring into it. As she headed towards him the doors automatically closed behind her once she had stepped out of sensor range.

"How is it coming along, Shizema?"

"Her growth is almost completed." He turned his head and looked at her profile briefly. "It will be soon."

"How soon?" She replied sternly. "I want approximate estimates, Shizema, not vague guesses."

"Two Earth days, more or less."

Samuri spun her head to openly show the incense that was on her face.

"One and a half Earth days at most!" He quickly amended.

Sarumi exhaled heavily to calm herself and placed her eyes back on the chamber. There was no wisdom in rushing an already delicate process. She wanted this creature to come out of this process alive, and a perfect copy.

"I can see why he has chosen her." At some point as he continued to stare at her in the progression chamber, his look had changed to a licentious one. "She has many…appealing qualities."

Sarumi only moved her eyes to see his facial expression. Her face altered in disgust and jealousy. One needed not to be a telepathic to know the kind of notions Shizema was entertaining in his sick mind regarding the developing female in the progressing chamber.

From experience, to her, males of all species were the same. Interested only in the act of procreation…and most if not all, not necessarily had the desire to increase their numbers, but only desiring the release that followed with a good fuck. Not that she cared for relationships and family.

"Her appearance maybe a rarity on this planet, but you can be sure it's a more than regular occurrence throughout the galaxies."

"Maybe so," he said almost teasingly. "But she is undeniably an exotic beauty." Shizema was startled to attention by the alert of the console that was monitoring the brain activity. He rushed to the console and his eyes widened in shock. Shizema rushed back to the progression chamber and pressed his palms against the glass as he looked fearfully at her face.

Her head was shaking from side to side and thought she never fully opened her eyes he could tell that the cerulean orbs were moving uncontrollably under her lids, as if she was having some disturbing dream. Shizema rushed back to the brain monitor console and began to flash read the information presented. Sarumi who had been confusingly watching him run to and fro followed him on his second trip back to the console.

"What's wrong?!" She demanded.

"There's intense brainwave activity going on. It's gone way above danger stress levels. The source of this mess seems to be coming from between the medial temporal lobe, various cortical regions, the midbrain and the hypothalamus!"

"Tell me what the fuck is going on! Is she dreaming or what?!"

"No! Somehow, she's remembering."

"What?!"

"And not just any memories, but intense ones, especially revolving around deep emotions."

"Is it total recall?"

"No…yes…I don't know, I can't tell…but that would be impossible!"

"Any memory recollection for her should be impossible! But it's fucking happening anyway!" Sarumi bellowed. "I want you stop her from recalling anything more!"

Suddenly the console began to sound a high pitch rapid incessant urgent screech.

"What's wrong now?!"

"FUCK!"

"What?!" Sarumi grabbed Shizema and shook him violently. "WHAT?!!!"

"Her brainwaves are exhibiting disastrously high amplitude waves and are chaotically erratic. She's going into a Grand Mal seizure!"

"Well do something!" Sarumi's ki suddenly blasted to a new elevation and her aura created a crater in the laboratory floor where she stood. Her eyes glowed a deadly violet and spoke her savage but honest warning in a clear hushed voice. "If she dies, so…do…you."

Shizema looked upon her in frozen fear.

"You're wasting precious time." She advised her subordinate.

Shizema finally shook himself from his motionlessness. He turned to the console and typed in his command at an unimaginable news speed, even for him. "I'm anesthetizing her." He explained while he performed his action.

Within ten seconds of his speaking the screeching monitor alert slowed, dropped in pitch and volume and eventually stopped until all that could be heard were the normal satisfactory soothing bleeps of all the monitoring consoles. The console monitoring brain activity showed that the one being observed was now in a dreamless coma like unconscious state of mind.

When Shizema looked back at Sarumi she had powered down and was once again her usual cold but calm self. Wiping the perspiration from his brow from the just recent events, he slowly walked back to stand in front of the progression chamber, before being joint by Sarumi. He ran his hands up and down against the glass, his movements slowing to an almost stop when fingers came to the areas just opposite the breast and crotch of the naked woman within.

"How much has she recalled?" Sarumi's question broke through Shizema's thoughts.

"Whatever it was, it can't be much." He answered mechanically almost lost in his dreaming. "But we can not be one hundred percent sure until her growth is complete and she's awake and coherent enough for questioning."

"I'll hold you to everything you've told me Shizema."

"There's no need to worry. She'll remain sedated until she's removed from the progression chamber." He turned and smiled confidently. "Besides the one we did of the other earthman was successful. My achievements more than speak for themselves, Sarumi." He then went back to admiring the beauty.

"I'm hurt that you don't have faith in me."

"I do not care Shizema. Only once we have no need for her, then and only then can you enjoy her…'appealing qualities', for as long as you want and to whatever extent you want, but not before then." She hastily turned on her heels to leave. "I will not have you fucking up any of this! Is that understood?!"

"As transparent as the purest jewel."

"Good!" The laboratory door opened and Sarumi left through it.

Shizema watched the door closed after her and then turned his lustful stare back on the chamber.

~After all revenge isn't everything,~ He thought to himself. ~And I do so do deserve to have fun during,~ he licked his lips, ~and after all my hard work.~


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to be continued.

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