06-08-2006, 10:17 AM
?Man, this one?s pretty stupid. If I were him, I would have taken that medical kit and ran,? a guard grumbled, leaning against a desk.
?You?re just pissed because you bet on him,? the scientist chuckled, quirking an eyebrow. His fingers flew furiously over his keyboard, typing in some sort of code.
The guard flipped a coin absentmindedly in the air. ?He was on the cusp of the finale! That?s a pretty shitty time to go.?
?Did you see who killed him? The old geezer didn?t stand a chance,? the other argued. His companion clenched the coin in his palm and walked over to the tube, peering through the glass.
?He doesn?t look that old to me,? the Syntex sentry commented. ?Unless you think, like, twenty-something is old.?
?Biologically, no, he?s not that old. Chronologically, however?? the scientist answered vaguely, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. ?I?m just now finishing out mapping his neurological pathways. This guy?s got enough memories for two lifetimes. Can?t figure out why.?
?Eh, whatever,? the grunt said, shaking it off. ?The guy was a dick anyway. I?ll pick better next year.?
He strolled back to his position, finding another subject to complain about. ?Man this guy is taking forever to regenerate.?
The scientist just smiled and shook his head, his eyes darting from one monitor to the next.
Where am I?
The first unconscious thought any sentient being would think.
Muffled voices could be heard from some dark beyond.
Am I?alive?
At that thought, Bardock?s eyes shot open and he exhaled in shock. Instead of air coming from his mouth, it was bubbles. He was floating in some kind of tank. A murky liquid surrounded his naked body with its icy chill. A black mask was over his face, feeding him oxygen. Instinctually, he panicked, his first action that of escape.
Fortunately, it wasn?t necessary. The glass wall dividing him from the rest of the world dropped, spilling the foamy liquid onto the floor as it slid across the tile. Bardock was a bit startled, and his hands reached out for something to grab onto. The saiyan choked, resisting the urge to vomit, as his fingers grasped onto the edge of the opening, and his figure fell forward.
As he lurched, a slough of fragmented memories came flooding into his consciousness.
Flash. A body tumbling on top of his, knocking him to the ground. Flash. A shell of ki tearing through his flesh, throwing him backwards. Flash. The cold steel of a trigger resting beneath his finger as he pulled it. Flash. A dark, longhaired figure leveling a shotgun at his head. Flash. Words floating on the wind? ?Good?jo??
Bardock?s head quaked at their sudden onslaught, his eyes sharply dilating as they flashed teal before fading to black. He brought a hand up to rip off the mask and cover his face.
He was alive?as promised.
Slowly, the fighter pulled his hand away, staring at his own palm. A moment passed before he looked up to survey his surroundings. His eyes of coal focused on a single entity that stood in his line of sight, clad in a white lab coat.
?Welcome back,? the person nodded, almost pityingly.
Moments later, Bardock had completed dressing himself, fixing the bandana atop his forehead. They had managed to recover all of his personal belongings. He had also received a new cloak and zeni as his prize. The best prize of all, he knew, was becoming stronger, both physically and mentally. The bronze bruiser had touched gold, and now it was only a matter of time before he harnessed its great wrath.
?I don?t remember giving you my DNA,? the fighter said.
?Well, ahh,? the scientist began, slightly embarrassed. He reached behind his head, rubbing the back. ?You didn?t?I mean?we?erm??
?Well?? Bar inquired, throwing his gaze.
The young nerd reached into a cabinet and pulled out an airtight bag. Unzipping it, he presented a dirtied glass. His cheeks turning red, the scientist presented it with a reluctant ?ta-da.?
Bardock leered at the glass as if it was his enemy.
?You handed it off to the guards just before the ship took off. With it, we were able to recover both your fingerprints to successfully mold onto your new fingertips and get your DNA, and well, the rest is history. It?s a very complicated process, one that you probably couldn?t understand. Heck, heh, even I have trouble sometimes,? the scientist blathered nervously. He pointed at the warrior?s face. ?Yeah, it?s a real shame though, for some reason I couldn?t get rid of that scar. I couldn?t figure out why??
The former contestant wheeled on the geek. ?You mean you regenerated all of this?? he motioned frantically to himself, ??from my backwash?!?
?Uh?yeah?the miracles of modern science!? the tech shrugged.
Bardock took a menacing step forward. ?If you fucked up in any way whatsoever??
A pair of guards came to escort him out, informing him that it was time to go and to choose a planet to be transported on. Bardock stepped onto the teleporter. The friend of the scientist was still leaning against the desk, fiddling with his coin.
?Vegeta-sei,? the saiya-jin commanded.
?Can do,? the tech answered, hovering over his monitor and preparing the transfer. He took one last look at the warrior. ?Oh, by the way. The game is over. Your son, he won!?
Bardock glanced at the scientist, and then looked away, smirking with a snort.
Narrowing his eyes and growling in his throat, the guard who?d lost his bet stared at the monitor. The scientist had been passing over Earth on his way to Vegeta in the menu. Grinning, he punched the button, sending Bardock along his merry way.
That?ll teach you to lose me money, you dick, the Syntex employee thought as the saiyan dematerialized.
OOC: I?m a-goin? to Earth.
?You?re just pissed because you bet on him,? the scientist chuckled, quirking an eyebrow. His fingers flew furiously over his keyboard, typing in some sort of code.
The guard flipped a coin absentmindedly in the air. ?He was on the cusp of the finale! That?s a pretty shitty time to go.?
?Did you see who killed him? The old geezer didn?t stand a chance,? the other argued. His companion clenched the coin in his palm and walked over to the tube, peering through the glass.
?He doesn?t look that old to me,? the Syntex sentry commented. ?Unless you think, like, twenty-something is old.?
?Biologically, no, he?s not that old. Chronologically, however?? the scientist answered vaguely, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. ?I?m just now finishing out mapping his neurological pathways. This guy?s got enough memories for two lifetimes. Can?t figure out why.?
?Eh, whatever,? the grunt said, shaking it off. ?The guy was a dick anyway. I?ll pick better next year.?
He strolled back to his position, finding another subject to complain about. ?Man this guy is taking forever to regenerate.?
The scientist just smiled and shook his head, his eyes darting from one monitor to the next.
Where am I?
The first unconscious thought any sentient being would think.
Muffled voices could be heard from some dark beyond.
Am I?alive?
At that thought, Bardock?s eyes shot open and he exhaled in shock. Instead of air coming from his mouth, it was bubbles. He was floating in some kind of tank. A murky liquid surrounded his naked body with its icy chill. A black mask was over his face, feeding him oxygen. Instinctually, he panicked, his first action that of escape.
Fortunately, it wasn?t necessary. The glass wall dividing him from the rest of the world dropped, spilling the foamy liquid onto the floor as it slid across the tile. Bardock was a bit startled, and his hands reached out for something to grab onto. The saiyan choked, resisting the urge to vomit, as his fingers grasped onto the edge of the opening, and his figure fell forward.
As he lurched, a slough of fragmented memories came flooding into his consciousness.
Flash. A body tumbling on top of his, knocking him to the ground. Flash. A shell of ki tearing through his flesh, throwing him backwards. Flash. The cold steel of a trigger resting beneath his finger as he pulled it. Flash. A dark, longhaired figure leveling a shotgun at his head. Flash. Words floating on the wind? ?Good?jo??
Bardock?s head quaked at their sudden onslaught, his eyes sharply dilating as they flashed teal before fading to black. He brought a hand up to rip off the mask and cover his face.
He was alive?as promised.
Slowly, the fighter pulled his hand away, staring at his own palm. A moment passed before he looked up to survey his surroundings. His eyes of coal focused on a single entity that stood in his line of sight, clad in a white lab coat.
?Welcome back,? the person nodded, almost pityingly.
Moments later, Bardock had completed dressing himself, fixing the bandana atop his forehead. They had managed to recover all of his personal belongings. He had also received a new cloak and zeni as his prize. The best prize of all, he knew, was becoming stronger, both physically and mentally. The bronze bruiser had touched gold, and now it was only a matter of time before he harnessed its great wrath.
?I don?t remember giving you my DNA,? the fighter said.
?Well, ahh,? the scientist began, slightly embarrassed. He reached behind his head, rubbing the back. ?You didn?t?I mean?we?erm??
?Well?? Bar inquired, throwing his gaze.
The young nerd reached into a cabinet and pulled out an airtight bag. Unzipping it, he presented a dirtied glass. His cheeks turning red, the scientist presented it with a reluctant ?ta-da.?
Bardock leered at the glass as if it was his enemy.
?You handed it off to the guards just before the ship took off. With it, we were able to recover both your fingerprints to successfully mold onto your new fingertips and get your DNA, and well, the rest is history. It?s a very complicated process, one that you probably couldn?t understand. Heck, heh, even I have trouble sometimes,? the scientist blathered nervously. He pointed at the warrior?s face. ?Yeah, it?s a real shame though, for some reason I couldn?t get rid of that scar. I couldn?t figure out why??
The former contestant wheeled on the geek. ?You mean you regenerated all of this?? he motioned frantically to himself, ??from my backwash?!?
?Uh?yeah?the miracles of modern science!? the tech shrugged.
Bardock took a menacing step forward. ?If you fucked up in any way whatsoever??
A pair of guards came to escort him out, informing him that it was time to go and to choose a planet to be transported on. Bardock stepped onto the teleporter. The friend of the scientist was still leaning against the desk, fiddling with his coin.
?Vegeta-sei,? the saiya-jin commanded.
?Can do,? the tech answered, hovering over his monitor and preparing the transfer. He took one last look at the warrior. ?Oh, by the way. The game is over. Your son, he won!?
Bardock glanced at the scientist, and then looked away, smirking with a snort.
Narrowing his eyes and growling in his throat, the guard who?d lost his bet stared at the monitor. The scientist had been passing over Earth on his way to Vegeta in the menu. Grinning, he punched the button, sending Bardock along his merry way.
That?ll teach you to lose me money, you dick, the Syntex employee thought as the saiyan dematerialized.
OOC: I?m a-goin? to Earth.
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