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Project Enneyac	By : GaramondBodoni Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Project Enneyac (Incognito name for now)

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Warning:

Contains the following: OC, violence, language, adult themes
As the story progress, there will be some adult themes that if you feel like your tolerance is not

compatible, then please look elsewhere.

Also, it would help to understand the story better if you have watched the Bardock movie.
If this is your cup o' tea, then sit back and enjoy.
Technically, this is not a fan fiction, but a fan script. Some of the scenes will be illustrated in time.
I hope this entertains you.
The name 'Enneyac', when pronounced the 'c' is silent ^_^
Scene two

Enneyac's space pod touched down on planet Vegeta's main space station.

A couple of Frieza's lowly minions scurried to the vehicle and inspected the inside of it.

Minion 1: "Again? What is with this trooper constantly being unconscious?"
Minion 2: "Not even that, the pod's nearly out of fuel as well! Let's get her out of there!"
The space pod got opened with password activation and she was carried inside, lifeless if not for the subtle breathing.
It was already night time by then, the space station was illuminated by artificial lime green lights, dimly lit, it oddly contrasted with the desert-like hutts surrounding it. They seemed like a whole civilisation apart.

She was stripped of her armour and under garments before being placed in the rejuvenation tank. The minions were not aroused from her blatantly petite and flexible physique, as per the laws laid down by king Vegeta, the medical staffs were required to be aliens who only have sexual desires during specific periods so that they could change shifts with yet another race of aliens with differing times to prevent unprofessional conducts.

It was not a grounded common practice for Sayains to have boundaries when it comes to sexual conducts, but more to prevent the female troopers to be impregnated at the most inconvenient times, especially above all, the conception of a mixed race was dastardly frowned upon by the general Sayain race, especially now that they have taken over the planet Tuffles and have claimed it in the name of the new king, they felt even more inclined to re-establish their identity as a pure blooded warrior race.

From the outsider's perspective, it was not the most gallant thing to do. To them, the invasion could be seen as a form of betrayal to the Tuffles race, who provided the highly technological armouries and space vehicles in exchange for the Sayain's service in labour. To this day, it was still not clear on how the Sayain race came to be, all that was known was that they arrived on a primitive spaceship, which was also running out of fuel, showed up on planet Tuffles one day and requested aide from them.

How the two different races communicated despite not having a translator nor anthropoligist at the time was never documented. What was known however was that the Tuffles have had a rich and long civilisation before the Sayains' arrival, therefore without question the evolution of Tuffle literacy has long evolved since then.

It would be an educated guess to assume that the contemporary Sayain language would have adopted some of Tuffles' vocabulary, but the general Sayain race did not have the concept of tracing back the history of their ancestry, let alone paying pilgrimage to the history before the rebellion against the Tuffles.

And yet, to use the words rebellion, would be from an emotional standpoint, for king Vegeta, the cause of discontinuing to cooperate with the Tuffles was the desire to be the ruler of the planet, it was as simple as that. He had ambitions, a plan, and followed it through.

And yet, as fate would have it, the Sayains barely had time to get accustomed to the fact that they now have a permanent home to call their own without having to co-exist with a foreign race, Frieza came along on the scene. Being a newly re-established race, the Sayains did not have the concept of documenting historical records, nor maintaining advanced technological machineries.

It would not be a surprise to say that they were more than happy to have someone else to take over the responsibilities of overseeing any system that did not involve conquests. It seemed at the time that Frieza and his inter-galactical troops were a godsend; to have a strong ally on the side who could even financially support your entire planet's race to go into what they loved doing best, battle, what more could a young race ask for. Sadly, from a race that had advantage in warfares and strategies, even with a young but cunning king like Vegeta, their inability to see the picture beyond the immediate convenience that was offered to them, have sealed their doom from the very start.

The rejuvenation tank has finally finished being filled up with semi-transparent lime green liquid, the smell was bitter and invasive to the sensitive Sayain senses, it could be described to be the equivalent of being temporarily preserved within a confined space of bile-like substance. This particular model was reserved only for the third class troopers; stripped to the bare minimum standard of medical care with no additional enhancement. Not that she would be able to sense it in her current state.

Fortunately, they never let any troopers use the rejuvenation tank unless they were fully worn out and comatised from the battle, because the horrific experience would be equated to being confined in a dome-shaped tomb in a slippery, liquidated jelly-like substance, where the patient would be conformed to the receptive state of a fetus-like existence; with the inability to breath without the aide of the mask which is attached to the tube that was connected from the nearby oxygen tanks. Again, budgeting were first and foremost on the rules of usage.

There could not have been a more tedious task for the medical staffs to monitor the patients in the process of recuperation. Unlike some of the civilisations dotted around the galaxies, the medical staffs that were under the employment of Frieza, did not practise under any ethical beliefs that were similar to the concept of the Hippocratic Oath; they were hired on the basis on their skills and experience, as for the value of the lives of the patients they were required to treat well, that would be entirely up to their superiors.

The only reason why Sayains were given unlimited access to the tanks were due to their cost-effective property; from a purely economic perspective, the more injuries they have been inflicted the stronger they become. In other words, greater profit margins as far as planets pillaging were concerned. Unavoidably, there would always be casualties who in the end, passed over the thin line between life and death. Brutally speaking, a Sayain's life could not be harsher; either they would ascend to the next level of advanced warriorhood, or have their lives burnt short like a candle that lit the brightest. Sadly speaking they were objectified at best.

The Sayain mentality however, were raw at best. The majority of them were competitive and naive, the word harmonious does not relate to them whatsoever. And then you get the recently formalised elites; someone as rare as king Vegeta, who had the ability to strategise and had enough believability to lead the entire race as an army to claim his newly ascended throne. Arguably you could say that they find the purpose of their existence amidst battlefield.

Minion 1 & 2 : "Alright doc all set to go, whenever you're ready."

Dr. Nibyll: "You may leave now."

After they have departed the medical room, Dr. Nibyll turned back to his patient as he pondered.

Amazing.

According to what the computer screen is showing me, subject has not transformed for a while despite being exposed to the Fruitz rays emitted from the artificial moon, now this is something I have not seen from a Sayain.

But where are the injuries?

The metabolism and heart rate is suggesting that the strife and wear were coming from internal stress of the over usage of the rapid fluctuations of energy levels being pumped forcefully from the blood vessels rather than from external wound.

My guess would be that subject is developing a new warfare technique, but is it practical?

This is bad.

I must adjust the proportions of chemicals in the tank now, it now appears that the heart is pumping too fast to heal the torn tissues that have been worn too thin, I shall put the subject into an even deeper state of unsconsciousnss, slow the heart beat down, and let the reparation take its time. Let the medicinal chemicals permeate through the pores and let them slowly make their way to the cells.

Ah, that's better.

Subject will do nicely to be filed in the category of Project Selector.

After he spent another hour adjusting and pumping new volumes of chemicals into the tank while taking time to document his every step, Dr. Nibyll turned around and begin typing up a new file.

The gigantic monitor glared the unnaturally harsh light, swallowing his whole body, but only enough to light up a small portion of the borderline claustrophobic, machinery-filled and wire-entangled room.

The sound of rapid keyboard tapping and occassional pauses continued so for many hours in the dark.

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