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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans	By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans (Chapter 8)

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 8: Renewal

POV: Friend

    King Vegeta kept
growling his protests under his
breath as he was being bathed. After I cleaned him up and dressed
him in the gi I provided, I led him to the living room of my
home. We walked over to the red couch and I sat him in it.
I then sat in a blue chair across from him. "Your Majesty, I have
some bad news and some good news. Which do you want first?" I
asked. "The bad news." He said. "For starters, your muscles
are not as atrophied as they should be, because I used a combination of
physical therapy and electrostimulation to keep them strong.

    Secondly Saiyara is
much larger than Vegita and
has ten times the gravity; one hundred times the gravity where I come
from. I will teach you how to move in this much gravity.
Now that you are conscious, I will need to start the second phase of
your rehabilitation. When finished, you will no doubt be eager to
get back to some training." I said. "Last but not least,
after Freeza attacked you, he powered up and obliterated your home
planet. And the records I downloaded from your computers before
it blew, indicated that you had a mate. Seika, was it?"
"Yes." "Anyway, she died in the blast, I am sorry to say."
I said looking him in the eyes.

    After a moment of
letting him absorb that
information, I asked if I should continue. Another moment of
silence passed. He seemed lost in thought. "One other
thing, Saiyara's natural energy field suppresses the auras of living
things, compounding the effects of the gravity.   That is
another reason why it is hard for you to move. I have lived here
for twenty-five years, and thus I have become accustomed to it.
See?" I fired a small energy blast from my palm to light a fire
in the fireplace as it was getting a little chilly.

    We sat in silence
for a while, staring into the
fire. Tony came over and set a tray containing a plate of steak,
peas and carrots; a bowl of warm chocolate pudding, with sliced banana
in it; and a tall glass of plain soy milk on the folding table in front
of me; the same meal that was given the now freshly bathed One.

The present, Earth :: POV: Appuru

    I sit at my desk,
all the students have left for
home. I come across the last paper to grade. The smell
lingering on the paper is familiar. This is Trunks term
paper. It is then I realize that that smell belongs to a Saiyan
of the house of Vegeta, and to my father's lab partner and friend Mr.
Briefs. On further analysis of the odor, the other smell is
actually that of his daughter, Bulma Briefs. I begin to wonder if
there are others on this planet. My friend would be most
interested in this discovery. Finished with the grade, my mind
begins to wander over the events that occurred this morning.

    [BEGIN
FLASHBACK]    "Appuru,
before you go, there is some thing I
have to give you before you leave. Doctor could you give us a
moment please?" "Certainly." And the doctor left them alone,
still curious how the patient knew his son was coming. "Appuru,
come here and remove your shirt." "Ok." Appuru said
telepathically this time.

    I removed my shirt
and set it on the chair that I
was sitting in, and walked over to the side of the bed. My dad
then placed his left palm over my heart and said "From this day forward
you will be an invincible, immortal youth with all of my powers.
And his hand started to glow. Remember only Hakaisha can kill you
now,
even with those gifts combined with your current powers." But dad
I already have powers just like yours and mom's." "Yes but every
bit helps. You may have the same powers and the genetic knowledge
of our race passed down from birth, but not my current knowledge and
powers.
Besides, that's how your mother died, she went up against Hakaisha and
lost,
thinking the way you are now. I have given you an advantage over
your mother and me, you are now immortal. Now go."

    The teacher was
exhausted and weakened by giving
all
his powers to his son. Appuru started putting his shirt back on
as he exited the room, and the doctor came in to
check
on the teacher.    [END FLASHBACK]

    Father must have
sped up time in the room to give
us a chance to talk. I would have been late for class
otherwise. Using that technique in his injured state has taken
its toll. After giving me all his powers and transferring his
aura to me, to double my power; it won't be long now before he passes
on to Other World. I start to ask myself why he did it, but his
memories and knowledge are brought to remembrance, and I know why he
did it. It doesn't hurt any less knowing that he will die
soon. Had he not done what he had, he would have another thousand
years to live now, he will have one at the most. I now know who
my mother was.

    As his recent
memories pass through my mind, I am
comforted knowing that he gladly did what he did to me. With
renewed confidence I stack the papers and leave the office to head
home. When I get there I find the packages returned, due to
insufficient postage. I put the packages in my bag and head to my
basement.

After pressing a few buttons on a panel, next to a twenty foot diameter
ring shaped device mounted on the wall, now starting to glow blue, I
step in front of it and walk through, emerging at my destination with
some good news to tell the former King.

Saiyara, forty years ago

    After finishing my dinner, I
get up to leave. 'Tony will bring you anything you need. I will be
back shortly.' I said. "Where are you going?" Asked the King.
'To pee, and use the shower. I am certain that you
did not want me bathe with you earlier.' I replied,
chuckling. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, not amused.

    I emerge freshly cleaned and
dressed. I have decided to start the next phase of my Guest's physical
therapy. 'Vegeta, I would like to start the next phase of your
therapy, so you can have better control over your muscles.' I say
as I get up and fold the back of the couch down. 'Are you
ready?' I ask lifting his left leg after I laying him down. 'Now try to lift up the leg I am holding.'
He lifts it slowly, with some assistance from me, making him do most of the
work. 'Now pull it down slowly.' I assist in letting it down slowly
making him work for it. I do a range of other exercises on his
left leg, doing the same with the right.

    I do the same with his arms
and fingers. 'We will be doing these exercises every other day for the
next two weeks according to the Earth calendar, the place of my birth.
Remember, these lessons are for coordination and nerve-brain strengthening.
Physical strengthening and training will come later.' I say as I fold the back of the couch back up, having
completed the therapy regimen.

POV: King Vegeta

    Why am I let him do this to
me? I ask myself as he begins the exercises. Why did everyone have to die?
Why did Seika have to die? That fucking lizard, I am going to kill him.
He looks at me with concerned eyes, most likely hearing every thought. 'Would you like to go back to your room and be
alone with your thoughts?' He asks me. "Yes." I reply. He
carries me back to my room. As we enter I notice more of the
details of the room I had not noticed before.

    The room had four
doors in it: entrance,
bathroom, closet and one other. The bed was to the left of the
entrance, headboard against the wall. It had dark blue sheets,
red and yellow plaid comforter. The carpet was dark forest green
and the walls were painted white with my family photos hung
thereon. Across from the maple table at the end of the bed was
the matching dresser with the box on it. To the right of the
dresser there was a maple desk with a large map of Saiyara mounted on
the wall, stopping about an inch from the desk surface. In front
of the desk was a comfortable looking swivel chair. On the other
side of the dresser was the closet door. Father down was the
bathroom all on a perpendicular wall. Looking back at the bed, I
observed two maple night stands on each side of it. Also there is
a button at the end of a cord one of the stands, with a note
attached. It reads: "I have severed my mental link with you to
give you some privacy. Press the button if you need anything and Tony
will come. I am going to bed to sleep. Good Night."

    He set me on the
bed, tucked me in, and left me
to gather my thoughts. I will have to ask him why he brought me
here if my world was destroyed. I have nothing to live for if
everything is truly gone as he says. I lie here thinking of my
mate. I can't feel my connection to her, so maybe what he said is
true. I do not want to believe it, but I may have to face the
possibility.

POV: Friend

    I begin to cook
breakfast. My guest seemed
to have a restless sleep. I keep having to put up metal barriers,
as his mind was trying to connect to mine, weather he is aware of it or
not. It seems the abrupt severance of his bond with Seika
combined with his coma has had some adverse effects. I will have
to reconfigure the bonding circuit of neurons in his brain to their pre
claim state. He will go mad otherwise. He is still sleeping
as I expected he would be, after a night like that.

    The french toast,
four slices, is ready with
three eggs and four strips of bacon. One tray for each of us. I
knock before entering his room, and setting the tray on one of the
night stands. He begins to awaken, the smell of food bringing him
out of his sleep. I smile at him before I walk out of the room
and bring in a folding chair and my own tray of food. Sitting in
the chair I mentally sit him up and levitate his tray over to him.
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 8: Renewal