given responsibility for the little boy, the other child remained in the care of the doctors.




Left alone, the doctor immediately began his preparations. First he injected the child with a light sleeping pill to prevent him from waking up for the rest of the day.


Then he removed a few grams of bone marrow from the Liel cat's paw and examined it carefully


any impurities of any kind, which took the whole afternoon, manipulated the DNA a little so that it could finally be combined with another mixture of genes.It worked straight away. Through an extremely sensitive microscope, he observed how the two different strands of DNA connected with one another and formed new genetic material. The doctor leaned back and let the air escape from his lungs with a long sigh. It had been so easy. It just couldn't be that the hereditary mass of two so different beings connected so easily! There must be a mistake somewhere!


But even when he examined the mixture again and again and checked for errors in all possible ways, he found nothing, absolutely nothing.


It was evening.


The doctor shrugged his shoulders and told himself that he was basically glad that it had worked so smoothly. He put some of the gene soup into a syringe, forced the air out, rubbed the child's shoulder with disinfectant, and injected the contents of the syringe into the child.


At that very moment it woke up.

The doctor stared into big turquoise eyes, they should have been cloudy from the sleeping pill, but they were perfectly clear. However, it was not this fact that astonished him, but rather the expression in those children's eyes: Something harmless that had never seen anything bad and had suddenly and suddenly been confronted with the worst atrocities.


He realized that the child must have seen his mother die.


It smiled a questioning smile, fearful and hopeful at the same time. The doctor couldn't help it. to smile back. The fear disappeared from the little one's face.


But then he pulled himself together. Freezer's instructions were clear: the children should be deprived of all love in order to later make them insensitive to feelings. He scowled.


Suddenly the child's fear was there again, it shrank back a little. He didn't care. Feelings made you weak.

Roughly he pulled it by one arm into a sitting position "Sit down, you spoiled fool! From now on a sharper wind will blow for you, all right?" The doctor began to peel the child out of the dirty cloth in which it was wrapped .


"Now you will first be cleaned, then I'll get you a combat suit and tomorrow you'll be shown to Freezer. You


get a name from him, then you belong to us. And behave yourself! Roger that?"


The little one nodded. Which in turn astonished the doctor. He didn't think that a two-year-old child could be so sensible. But please, it should be fine with him, that would make upbringing easier.


The last scrap ended up in the trash can. The doctor's eyes went wide.


Then he looked away very quickly.


Vegeta had caught a girl.




"Such a crap!" the doctor cursed again and again as he looked for a suitable one for the girl among the many, many reserve combat suits.These Saiyans are such fools! What do I say now Freezer? "


The Master would definitely not be very pleased. The doctor shuddered at the thought of what that might mean for him. But he would find out anyway, so why not right away? Besides, he calmed down, it wasn't him but the Saiyajins to blame for this mix-up.


Somewhat reassured, he returned to the treatment room with two very small combat suits, blue and black, took the girl out of the shower under which he had placed her, dried her off and put her into the blue combat suit with the long trousers and the white ones Boots. There was no breastplate, although one would have been found for the child, but it didn't need one yet. The tanks were reserved for trained fighters.


Then he proceeded to tidy up the treatment room and packaged the gene soup so that he could continue to use it. A syringe was not enough, the treatment would extend over a longer period of time.If Freezer did not let the experiment abort.


While he was tidying up and thinking, the girl sat on a lounger and watched him carefully.


When he saw that it was getting tired, he put another bunk in his cabin and laid it down to sleep.


He himself stayed awake for a long time, pondering the likelihood that the experiment would work and Freezer's likely reaction if he found out about the girl. And whether he would live to see tomorrow evening.




3.


The next morning the little one was roughly awakened. She opened her eyes and saw the doctor's face and the white ceiling of the cabin above her. At first she didn't know where she was or what had happened, but then memories crept in: explosions out of the blue. Fire. The young Saiyan's face. Her mother's death. Her left shoulder hurt, her body felt numb, she was dizzy.She could remember a syringe. The connection between this syringe and the doctor was easy to establish.


"Come on, get up!" the doctor pulled her up. Now she was sitting upright, her legs dangling from the bed and he put her boots back on.


Suddenly the despair was there again, hit it as suddenly as the blow of a Liel cat. Her mother, her father, everyone she loved was dead, lost forever!


She started to cry.


"Stop crying!" the slap hit her just as suddenly as the desperation earlier. She almost fell off the couch. Looked up at the angry face of the doctor who had raised his hand in another slap


"There is no howling! Write this behind your ears: Whoever weeps is dead!"


She swallowed, nodded, wiped the tears with the back of her hand. The doc let his hand drop "Well then!"


He pushed her off the couch, she fell down, her legs wouldn't support her weight.

Again she was roughly packed, picked up, carried a few steps, then a handful of ice-cold water was applied to her face. The doctor washed her face, very roughly, but when he put her back on the floor, the dizziness was gone and she was able to stand. Suddenly she got a towel slapped in her face.


"There, dry yourself off, and then we'll go to Freezer."


Freezer ... the name began to sound dangerous in her ears. 'He who cries is dead! `Well, if that wasn't to howl! She was afraid.


Nevertheless she dried herself off and then she was already pushed out of the cabin through the one next to it


The treatment room was pushed and maneuvered out into the corridor. The doctor locked the door behind her.


With his hand on her shoulder, he then directed her through the corridors to Freezer's audience room.


She looked around anxiously, met many astonished looks from Freezer's soldiers.The wild looks of many of them didn't exactly help alleviate their anxiety, either.


A few curves, stairs, curves, stairs - their goal was at the top, it was the room with the best view.


The walls were all in red and brown tones. Aggressive colors. The treatment room was white


Had walls, which made it feel terribly sterile.


At the end of the last flight of stairs was a narrow, short corridor with a glass wall on the left and a normal wall with a steel door on the right. Through the glass wall you could see part of the headquarters, leveled paths to other buildings and behind that forest to the horizon. Above it a gloomy sky.


While the girl was looking at the ominous panorama, the doctor opened the steel door and pulled it with him when he entered.


The first impression of the audience room was that of a viewing platform. The wall was round and almost entirely made of glass, only the part of the wall with the door was opaque.The floor consisted of beige tiles and a white dome arched over it. Only the telescopes typical of observation towers were missing.


In the middle of the room, Freezer sat in his anti-gravity armchair, flanked by Zarbon and his pink colleague Dodoria. Freezer's size was difficult to determine, since the throne was perfect from his waist


concealed and behind only his long tail hung out. However, it was common knowledge that he was quite small.


His head looked like he was wearing a helmet with two straight, pointed horns protruding from the sides. Not a very attractive sight.


"Good morning, Master Freezer!" greeted the doctor and knelt in front of him.


"Morning, Doctor!" replied the "Stand up!"


The doctor rose.


"Is that the child you are going to conduct the experiment with?" asked Freezer.


"Yes, master! I've already started if it's okay with you!"


"The sooner the better!What about the other? "


"It is already too old. It would suffer irreparable damage or even die."


"Then leave it! One thing has to be enough! Is it already reacting to the treatment?"


"Not yet, master. That would be too early." The doctor visibly struggled with himself. The little one could feel him tense up.


"There ... is, however, a ... small .., uh, .. problem!" he stuttered.


Freezer looked at him diagonally: “So?” Zarbon's eyebrows rose.


Before the doctor could proceed, the door opened and the soldier who was in charge of the older child entered with him. He also greeted with "Good morning, master!" and knelt down.


"Good morning! Get up and wait a moment, I'll come to you!" Freezer turned back to the doctor. "So what's this problem?"


The addressed swallowed. He was extremely reluctant to tell Freezer the truth, but now there was no other way.

"That ... the child, uh, is, how should I put it, it, uh, is ........ a girl!"