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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
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCE TO CARCASSES.
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.
I hope this entertains you.
The name 'Enneyac', when pronounced the 'c' is silent ^_^
Scene Five
En could not recall the moment she left Dr. Nibyll's office, as she walked autonomously towards the lower west side of the inhabitation, which was predominantly settled by Sayains of the lower ranks. Though it was pitch black, there were minimalist styled street lamps built several distances away from each other as her legs walk the familiar route home.
It was not a cold night, but there were a few gusts of wind that whipped around the street corner that caught her off guard, roughing up her short but volumous black chops of hair like the hand of a obnoxious superior to a child's head, throwing a small spoonful of sand with each motion.
Before the Sayains took over this planet, it was originally rich with green plantation despite the technologically thriving civilisation, the ecological system was also brimming with wildlife. Unfortunately the Sayains never settled down on any planets long enough to learn how to cultivate and develop their civilisation, so after the Tuffle-Sayain war, the ecological system spun out of control and most of the wildlife went into extinction except the ones that could survive the now desert-orientated climate. Sad to say that planet Vegeta relied mostly on imported resources such as armouries, a large percentage of the food and drink, paid from the minimal amount of budget from Frieza's Army, which was why despite the amount of pillaging they do for Frieza, the planet's population except for the very few elites, mostly lived in bare minimal means, which funnily enough, due to their busy schedule for missions, the adrenaline pumped Sayains never stopped to wonder where the future of the planet was heading, they were excited enough just to be able to get stronger so they could test their strengths in the next mission, and the ones after it.
Walking down rows of ochre dirt houses, En stopped on the one on the very end and reached her gloved right hand out. After she found the familiar spot, she brushed off the sand that covered the number pads and keyed in her private access number. The sand-caked doors pulled both ways while the excess sand fell to the ground, En entered as fast as she could but could not prevent the stubborn gusts of wind throwing in more sand before the doors closed behind her.
Welcome home. En.
The lights switched on automatically. En looked around. Everything was as she had left it, a simple 20 square metre ensuite including a simple bathroom, a basic kitchen and the rest of the room which the only furniture consisted of was a single sized bed. The decor was minimal at best; the walls were of a light, milk diluted turquoise colour and the dark ocean blue floor was spotless if you discounted the sand from the entrance. Standing in front of the entrance, the first thing that En could see was her bed, lying in parallel direction with the wall behind it.
A sudden chill ran down her spine as she snapped out of her murky subconscious, she ran up towards the bed, grabbed the end with the headboard and dragged it 180 degrees to the left before dragging the bed clear out the entrance's way, past the kitchen until it reached the other corner of the room. She felt more relieved to have the bed clear out of sight of the entrance, which was also the exit, and felt surprised that the cave-inhabiting-animal-like instinct never kicked in until now, and for the first time, she was grateful that there was no window.
En eased her grasps and lifted her right hand up, only to see there was an ochre stain left on the scrunched up bedsheet. She brought her hands up to her eyes to see her gloves covered in sand. Annoyed, she pushed open the door to the bathroom and pressed the button that automatically fills the tub with the approximate volume of translucent bubble gum pink bath solution that was consisted of hot water and neutral detergents. Sensing the rising level of moisture and humidity, the built-in ceiling fan in the room began to slowly circulate. She hurriedly took off her armouries and under garments before stepping into the tub and dunk her head under the mild solution. Then she just noticed that she still had her scouter on. With one hand, while still submerged under the solution, she placed the scouter on the edge of the tub.
It felt nice to be able to half-simulate the sensation of anti-gravity while she curled up, holding her legs together with her chin on her knees in the water, tail relaxed behind her and floating, it was a relatively big tub for a petite Sayain like her, whoever designed this at the time must have averaged out the normal size of the Sayains and decided to go for the maximum volume. It was greatly different from the chilling and sterile environment in the medical room, En could feel her hair flow slightly in the ebbing waves of water created from her slight movement of breathing out bubbles ever so slowly, she wanted to savour this moment for as long as she could, just submerging in warmness and blankness and nothing more.
After nearly two minutes or so, she slowly brought her face up to the surface and slowly breathed in the refreshing fume that was released into the atmosphere from the solution; it smelt like a combination of the sweet and citrusy scent of passionfruit infused with a mild essence of cinammon as the base. She looked up dazily at the ceiling, unaware that she was smiling, for the first time in so long. She slowly moved backwards and carefully placed her head against the cushioned edge of the tub which was made for this exact purpose, then tilted her chin slightly downwards to let everything below the nose to submerge in water, blowing small bubbles from slowly exhaling. The small bathroom was steamed up from the heat, but the fan still circulated gently to bring in sufficient air to prevent the inhabitants from fainting in the tub. Everything was cast in a slight mix of steam and fog, even for a Sayain it was hard for En's eyes to make out the murky details around her, but at this stage, she knew that she was finally safe, and nothing could harm her, for now she just wanted to indulge in a state of nothingness.
Mmm this smells good.
The solution was starting to take effect on silkening up her skin and conditioning her hair and tail, En could see the impurities begin to surface, muddling up the solution, but she did not care, she wanted to indulge longer. Eventually, the steam began to dissipate as the opacity of the room began to clarify gradually before her eyes, and no matter how much she tried to curl up, the heat in the solution was starting to fade away, cooling her skin and eventually her body temperature.
She gave a long sigh and reluctantly stepped out of the tub, not wanting to see the muddy solution left behind. She faced the wall away from the tub, pressed a small green button on the right side of the semi-foggy mounted mirror and the two built in air vents that was 40 centimetres by 2 metres extracted moisture from her. Since resources were relatively scarce and the flow of traded imports were not always reliable, bathwater and even moisture in the air were extracted back, preserved, sanitised and recycled for future use, for a third class warrior like En to own a place like this it was nearly out of her bounds, but En knew that she did not want to live in a shoebox, she had fought for a place where she could find solace and time to be alone. Normally the Sayains' accommodations were allocated based on their power levels and how they earned their merits in warfares, but thanks to En's advantage in her petite size and swift but deadly attacks, before she was put on the planetary mission team she made her name from close range combats and assassinations of small planet tribal leaders, and the build up of the success rates have entitled her to a bit of luxury on the side.
It always felt weird to have two gigantic mechanisms vacuuming you even from a distance apart, you would be left relatively dry but never dry enough to have a puffy tail or frizzy hair. En cursed the technology lightly under her breath, at times she wished that the machineries were not so accurate to the extent of being inhumane; the vacuuming did not help her keep the dropping body temperature. She grabbed the stripped armouries and under garments and shoved them in the wash box, they were technically brand new, but she did not want to put them on, right now she did not want to have to think about anything to do with battles or missions, at least not for another two days.
She pulled open the bathroom door and snatched the dirty bedsheet off her bed and threw it on the floor, stark naked. She did not care, she was safe and in control. She quickly grabbed the clean sheets and pelt from the hidden wardrobe and roughly made the bed before jumping in wrapped up in a pelt-woven blanket, still stark naked underneath it all. The silken, furry pelt felt intimate against her newly cleansed skin, being wrapped tightly within it like a coccon added even more ecstatic sensation to her, as her bare legs and feet rubbed against each other just to feel the pleasurable texture even more. The blanket trapped in her body temperature and began to circulate the heat within the cocoon-like structure, with the only thing exposed was her head, which rested snuggly on the pillow. She became more alert as her tail began to move about randomly, occassionally stroking up and down the inside of her thighs, just comfortable doing anything that was not instructed from someone other than herself.
Satisfied, she looked across the room from the corner, past the kitchen, to the now not very visible front door. It felt safe to not being exposed immediately to whoever may present themselves there, unannounced. Smiling, she nuzzled deeper into the pelt, breathing in her own intoxicating scent of cleaniness that had a touch of luxury and not just medically sanitary.
Bardock.
Shocked at herself for saying his name out loud, she regretted it immediately as she curled into a tighter ball, her tail wrapped around her well defined ankles.
No! I don't have the right to even think about him, not after what I've done, why am I even allowed to be sent back and carry on as if nothing has happened? ....
En felt her vision begin to blur before realising the warm tears have already welled up in her eyes sockets and made their way down her childishly round cheek bones before soaking the pillow wet. Her small hands grasped the pelt even tighter.
The fact that I was more concerned about Bardock rather than Toma is enough to show that I am a bad teammate who doesn't deserve them, we were just lucky that the medic was already on his way that day for check points and they were able to perform emergency skin regeneration and suturing surgery on him, but Toma had to terminate his side of the mission until he was well enough to make it to the last four. Why did they treat me like nothing has happened? Why did they let me remain on the team? It was the right decision to leave before they find out that I left, I can never see any of them again.
En found herself choke and began to sob uncontrollably, trying her best to stifle what could have been a deperate wail.
No, it's not them. I can never see him again. Why Bardock, why must I have met you?
I wish I have never met you.
No, I wish I can still see you.
No, I want you.
Bardock.
Normally in a situation that required a boost of morale, En could always remember her latest success in recent missions and revise the tactics she had used, but for something that was not tangible and out of her control, she wished that she could cry her heart out, at least there would be something to grasp, anything.
If I could not have you in my presence, or even call out your name, the part of you that I can only hold onto is my memory.
She both loved and hated that memory, loved it because it always gave her bitter sweet feelings, and hated it because she knew that once she let those feelings overflow, then she would be done for in the middle of a mission.
I wish I never met you Bardock. She denied it to herself whilst slowly began to recollect the details of that day.
I hated the corpses.
But I was weak and wasn't fit enough to legally depart the planet for missions, so I was assigned to obliterate corpses, a job that could not get lower for a low class Sayain, a sub class really. A Sayain that is so weak that they could only pretend to attack something that can never move again. We were nothing more than janitors that cleanse the street of scums. Cheap, manual labour, from a doggone planet that could not afford fuel to burn them.
I hated my home. It was far from homely.
I had to share a shoebox of a hut packed with the degenerates of the degenerates; Sayains that were born with a low power level but never advanced their skills, so they just choose to hang with those who are even weaker than them and try to be the leader of the pack. Fight ensued as always.
As a female, every night before I came home, I would roll myself in a puddle of wet sand before I curl up in my corner, and pray that no one will notice my developing physique and fight will not break out. The hut was an abandoned building that was so out of repairment that only illegal squatters lurked and remained there. There was never food or working utilities, so bringing food back with you is a dead on guarantee that the entire house full of people would of scrap over a piece of jerky, and would literally kill and or be killed for it too. I have seen it with my own eyes, but had nowhere else to go.
I would wake up as soon as the sun rays hit the horizon, and quickly sneak out of the building, covered in sand still and report to the morgue. My job description could not be simpler, all I had to do was to remove whatever valuables these nameless corpses have had on them at the time, seperate them in categorised piles, remove their clothing and by using energy blasts, I would obliterate them. I could not remember when and how I got it, to be honest, just as soon as I could walk and barely focus my energies, I have been doing it as far back as I can remember of what it felt like to be starving.
Worst part of the job was, some of the ones have been dead for a while, and by a while I meaned that they have been dead long enough to defecated post-mortemly. I hated that. When I first started out, if I happened to be so unlucky to be with one of those, I would always burn them with their clothes on, but due to the bad quality of my energy blasts at the time, it would barely scorch the surface, making the smell even worse. I remembered vomitting at the horrific stench. But I had to get the job done. Because there was no pay, the only thing you get out of it was pieces of sub quality jerkies, made from God knows what animals, or possibly strays, and doesn't matter if you burned one or a thousand corpses that day, you only get a portion, because it's a job that no one wants to do, you don't want it, too bad, because any desperate street urchin would gladly replace you.
That's right.
How did I survive that place. Worked all day until late into the night just to get a few miserable pieces of bland, dry meat. I remember a codger that was so old he couldn't even chew it, he had to break it down by cutting it into cubes and swallowing them. Fuck it was painful to watch him swallow them, sometimes he would choke and cough so badly in between each intake.
It was either there, or on the street, or in the house.
Funny enough, it was the only place where I would not get killed.
Despite the establishment of the Sayain empire, most of the Sayains were rogues at best, before laws were officially laid out, the scums were more than happy to be able to get away with anything. If they saw anything that was an easy target, you'd better pray that they haven't just got off a shitty mission and had to have something defenseless and unable to attack back to use it as a form of cheap entertainment. I have witnessed things so horrible with my own eyes that it was enough to keep me off the streets.
It felt weird at the time. I really hated my job, I hated the the entire fucking planet full of scums and pretentious cowards that eradicating the corpses, over time, gave me a odd sense, no, it was a false sense of purpose. Though I didn't know where they came from (the corpses for some reason were all aliens, and never Sayains), it made sense to me at the time that however they got killed they must've deserved it, at least it made my job easier.
What a joke.
Now that I think about it, they were probably aliens who were stopping by the planet, naive enough to believe that they could fuel up and get out of there, only to be jumped by a bunch of scums in the broad day light even, robbed of their things and killed right there on the spot. I don't even want to know who arranges the attacks and corpse transportations. Was our so-called empire so desperate that we had to turn the whole fucking populace into scums?
En gritted her teeth furiously, not because she felt ashamed, but because that she had unknowningly been part of the disgusting underground system. But after a few minutes of calming down, she resorted to consoling herself that she no longer had to do it because of what happened later, and began to inhale and exhale slowly.
It must've been hatred that enabled me to improve on my energy blasts.
The more I hated, the more I could focused on perfecting the form of my energy blasts and use the corpses as targets, what other purpose could they also serve now that they were dead? I would often envision that they were the rogue Sayains that did the most unthinkable things to the victims that could not fight for themselves, but I was so weak that I knew if I get involved, the next would be me. I could not find solace, the only thing I could do was to get stronger.
But it wasn't easy. No matter how worn out I would be from my pathetic excuse of a training, my ration would always be the same amount of portion. It was very difficult trying to balance between surviving and actually advancing, without crossing the fine line of dying out of malnutrition in the process. That, I also had to make sure I could make it back to that hell hole in one piece, same old ritual as always before I could sleep, just so I can look foward to be get stronger again.
I was always hungry before I slept away the hunger, even if only temporarily.
It got so bad eventually that I was too hungry to sleep, even from the exhaustion, my stomach was so painful it felt like it was being stabbed with needles constantly. I have had to resort to swallowing a handful of mud just to be able to dull the pain in my stomach.
Oh, it's raining. What a nice sound. Eep thunder!
En's tail twitched from the volumous thunder clap and wrapped itself protectively around her waist.
Stupid planet, doesn't matter how much it rains, nothing ever fucking grows around here!
It was raining that day too...
En blushed and covered her face with her hands.

End Scene five.

Ooooh cliff hanger! Damn this wasn't even close to what I was trying to say but the chapter is sooooooooo long already!

Stay tuned for scene six, sorry for those who could not stand the idea of a Sayain morgue, but if you're a Sayain who couldn't fight, what else would you do on planet Vegeta?

If you feel like it, leave a review and let me know how this chapter differed from the previous ones :)
Shout out to Cathy 'cause she's made of pure awesomeness XD
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