Dark Blue Child

Chapter 5. The Check Up

Lace ran over to Bulma, but a figure over shadowed her. She looked up to see her father smiling to himself. Her eyes widened and she held back her tears. "I see your the same little bitch as always." He said in a low dangerous voice, not even the Saiyans or Zarbon could hear. She was speechless, unable to talk or move, until it started to rain. But it wasn’t suppose to rain in this type of environment, and she thought the aliens knew. She looked up at the rain, pouring relentlessly on her face. She dragged Bulma over to Zarbon, and laid her down at his feet. " I trust you more than him." She spoke quietly with a hint of attitude that meant nothing more as she sat down on the other side her sister and stared solemnly. This information surprised him. She rather trust an alien from a foreign race, than one of her own people?

The three saiyans stared in wonder, that was the same girl they were searching for. Zarbon picked her up and her limp body hung in his strong arms, her soaked hair flaring now that a wind picked up. She looked like a female warrior hurt on battlefield. He repositioned her and her face was now buried within his chest. He looked over to his master, Freeza. He had his red, serious eyes directed at only the item buried within his arms. His short form started to walk over to him, his eyes showed interest and more than just need. He gazed across Bulma’s slender structure and back at Zarbon for an explanation.

"Lord Freeza" He stated respectfully as he bowed down with the figure in his hands. "I found this beautiful creature out in the wild and thought to bring her off the planet before we tend any harm over it. As a souvenir my Lord." Freeza looked over the form as his eyes greedily ran over her young body. "You did well my pet." His voice sounded pleased and his face showed obvious lust. "Good job Zarbon. But first I would like a milieu check for this girl. I want to know what she did, her past, and how did she come about in the wild. Is that understood?" He stated as he ran his long nail over one of her spandex covered legs. "Yes my Lord." He answered. Zarbon knew to what he was referring to. It was ’that’ supposed invention they used to interpret the minds of the victim that was being programmed into the machine. Zarbon rose once Freeza walked away and dismissed him. He ambled back into the ship, the small girl closely behind while everyone was signaled back inside. She hummed sorrowfully.


Zarbon smacked her upside her head to shut her up and she glared up at him. His expression never changed when he bowed as he saw Freeza pass by. "Zarbon, record the session and I’ll have that checked up on later." He said as he strolled down the hall. "Yes my Lord." He answered as he rose and started to walk along the halls once more. The Saiyans looked at him in disgust but continued to walk. They didn’t want to stay much longer, but the curiosity of that girl was almost a burden and irresistible. They arrived at the special room in which the invention was kept for only this occasion.

The ‘check up’ as they call it. It was only used once by a soldier who volunteered. But he died quickly once the emission became too much for him to handle. Only the strongest of minds could surpass the examination, said the creator of the innovation. The room was already dimmed and the other door contrast to it was where in which the viewers could start the analysis and observation. A purple skinned creature with a labcoat appeared from within the exterior. He held out his hands for Bulma and Zarbon handed it to him hesitantly. He looked over to Lace who had a serious face and was far more aware of what was going on. "I want an inspection of this one also." Zarbon stated as he nudged the pushed the small girl lightly forward. She looked inside the room and started to shake her head solemnly.

"I know what this is. And what you are about to see is nothing out of the ordinary. I warned you." She stated with childish innocence. Such words and she talks as if death was just another play thing. She walked inside the room, leaving the aliens in surprise of her attitude. They watched her as she walked over to what looked like an executioner’s chair. *To be put to death is something maybe worth waiting..* She heard a voice in her head. She knew it was Bulma, her thoughts louder than worth hearing.

Lace ran her hands over the cold exterior and shivered with interest. She noticed that it was the same invention that her father created but never used....on her. He would always threaten her that he would situate her in it and give her the worst nightmares he could muster on it. But she knew it wasn’t used for those reasons anyway. It was used to invade the mind and see memories, thoughts, nightmares and dreams. Only that the straps was what looked like a strong metallic material instead of the leather straps of which her father had said he placed so that it would make her skin raw with tightness. She saw the invention at her ‘home’ only once before her father hid it within the many rooms of Capsule Corps. and gave her a slap to her face for being nosy and then started to threaten her.

*So it’s gonna be used on us....* The thought lingered within the small girl’s mind. * What will they see?* She thought of all the things that she had been put through and shivered again, but this time with fear. She sat in the cold chair and relished the feeling of the icy metallic structure. She was so involved that she didn’t notice until she felt the scientist take the opportunity to strap her in quickly. She wanted to fight as she felt the scientist inject with a needle a drug in her arm through the spandex. But no, she stayed still and became drowsy once she heard the whirling of the machine come to life. She heard a groan from her sister next to her, since she was in one of the many chairs placed within the room. She felt an electrical shock that she hadn’t felt since their ‘escape’ those two years ago and she let out a shrill scream as she felt the chair vibrate. She arched her back and felt the scientist connect wires to her head and one on her chest.

A large like cap covering was placed on her head meant exactly for the purpose of looking through her brain frequencies which was her most private thoughts, dreams, and nightmares.......... She tried to wriggle free but the straps and head gear prevented her from doing so. She heard the large screen above her and on the wall bleep to life and then heard the shut of the door from which the other aliens had entered the observation room to....well...observe. *Nothing to see.....Nothing to hear.. Nothing...* Where her last thoughts before hearing the bleep above her sister just like her own screen......


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A/N:Sorry people. You deserve better. This chapter was created on March 22 and modified on July 3rd. You people have the right to be pissed. Waiting....more than 3 months. At least to those that read and reviewed. My friend Cecilia is seriously bashing me for me to finish this fic, especially now that I made another story. ‘Piccolo Learns’ . *sigh* I had serious writer’s block on this, I didn’t even know I had chapter ready. My excuse is also my computer. I can hardly access the internet anymore without kicking my out immediately! I wrote this fic out of maybe depression or anger and made it into a story. My emotions keep me entitled on continuing this fic. Expect rape in the next chapter. Please Review and or rate.