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Fanfic: B/V - Behind Blue Eyes #1
she mumbled satisfied and relayed the further orders to A1. It had worked twice already, and it would work again now.
= ~ - ~ =
The miniature reactor in A1's abdomen immediately began synthetic production of the anti-xenon, which only took a few minutes.Then his eyes shone like those of a cat in the night.
Unable to turn away from the spectacle taking place in front of them, Vegeta and Nappa were enveloped in the radiation, which could not be dangerous to any human being but only to Saiyajin. Normal xenon triggered the transformation to an oozaru, but with the anti-xenon rays the power of the otherwise infinitely strong warriors was decimated.
The four androids would not have lasted much longer. Only at the highest level had they been able to give the impression of superiority that was required in their task as a special team in order to put their opponents under psychological pressure. After a twenty-four hour charge, they would be able to go back to work.
A1 could also transport the two Saiyajin alone, pumped out to a minimum of necessary life energy, while A2 to A5 would take care of the resuscitation of the killed people.
= ~ - ~ =
The first thing Vegeta noticed when he woke up was that his head was under too much pressure. It felt like it was about to explode and he didn't even want this unsavory sight ... Wait, where was Nappa anyway? Or even better: where was he?
It was bright and white as far as he could tell. Each side of the room was exactly the same and apparently there was no door or window. Then how did he get in here? A look up showed a seemingly infinitely high hanging ceiling, which shone even brighter than the walls.
The floor, on which he was still half lying, half sitting, was softer than it looked. There wasn't a single object in the small room. Thanks to his years of experience with the one-man capsules, Vegeta had no problems with claustrophobia that caused the seemingly overwhelming walls.
When Vegeta had gotten used to the brightness to some extent, he got to his feet with a bit of noise and felt the walls for a hidden device, but nothing.It seemed like he was actually trapped in a cube. Then he tipped his head back and wanted to float up to examine the ceiling. But a sudden stabbing pain between the temples thwarted his plans. The pounding in his head was unbearable and he hit the wall in frustration. But it wasn't the wall that was damaged, but an ankle. He stared at his bruised hand in disbelief. How was that possible? And then it fell like scales from his eyes. Naturally! These rays coming from the ceiling were also anti-xenon rays. With that, not only were his flying skills and his energy attacks to zero, but his strength in general was somewhere below freezing point.
If that weren't even the best prospects for a successful escape ...
Vegeta was knocked out of his thoughts by a hum, and he looked up just in time to see one of the four identical-looking walls slide upward, revealing a lattice wall behind it.His gaze immediately fell on the blue-haired woman in the white coat, who was standing on the other side and was scribbling a few notes on her pad. Slowly she folded her glasses and shoved them into the breast pocket of her gown, then she looked up and looked Vegeta straight in the eyes.
"A headache, 37?" She asked straight away and started to take an aspirin out of the box. "That's not unusual ..."
"37 ?!" Vegeta growled in disbelief. How dare she address him like a counted ox ?! "My name is ..."
"Unimportant from now on," Bulma interrupted, unmoved, and put the pills back in her side pocket. "From now on you are 37, you will be addressed and answer that way. Should you ever forget the number, just look at your left hand."
Vegeta was seething with the need to wrap his left hand around this woman's throat. Then he looked down and gasped in disbelief as he realized that all of a sudden he had a tattoo with the number assigned to him.Underneath there was a kind of barcode that made him feel even more queasy in his stomach. "What ...?" He managed.
"Your identification. So that you can't run away unnoticed. So, Question Time is now over. I just wanted to see if you were already awake, your friend is still in nirvana, but not for long." Without even one With a flicker of an eyelash, Bulma activated a device that brought it back down the wall.
"Wait!" Vegeta called quickly. "Where am I here? What's that ?!"
"Your new home," came the cool reply. "Better get used to it quickly."
= ~ - ~ =
The miniature reactor in A1's abdomen immediately began synthetic production of the anti-xenon, which only took a few minutes.Then his eyes shone like those of a cat in the night.
Unable to turn away from the spectacle taking place in front of them, Vegeta and Nappa were enveloped in the radiation, which could not be dangerous to any human being but only to Saiyajin. Normal xenon triggered the transformation to an oozaru, but with the anti-xenon rays the power of the otherwise infinitely strong warriors was decimated.
The four androids would not have lasted much longer. Only at the highest level had they been able to give the impression of superiority that was required in their task as a special team in order to put their opponents under psychological pressure. After a twenty-four hour charge, they would be able to go back to work.
A1 could also transport the two Saiyajin alone, pumped out to a minimum of necessary life energy, while A2 to A5 would take care of the resuscitation of the killed people.
= ~ - ~ =
The first thing Vegeta noticed when he woke up was that his head was under too much pressure. It felt like it was about to explode and he didn't even want this unsavory sight ... Wait, where was Nappa anyway? Or even better: where was he?
It was bright and white as far as he could tell. Each side of the room was exactly the same and apparently there was no door or window. Then how did he get in here? A look up showed a seemingly infinitely high hanging ceiling, which shone even brighter than the walls.
The floor, on which he was still half lying, half sitting, was softer than it looked. There wasn't a single object in the small room. Thanks to his years of experience with the one-man capsules, Vegeta had no problems with claustrophobia that caused the seemingly overwhelming walls.
When Vegeta had gotten used to the brightness to some extent, he got to his feet with a bit of noise and felt the walls for a hidden device, but nothing.It seemed like he was actually trapped in a cube. Then he tipped his head back and wanted to float up to examine the ceiling. But a sudden stabbing pain between the temples thwarted his plans. The pounding in his head was unbearable and he hit the wall in frustration. But it wasn't the wall that was damaged, but an ankle. He stared at his bruised hand in disbelief. How was that possible? And then it fell like scales from his eyes. Naturally! These rays coming from the ceiling were also anti-xenon rays. With that, not only were his flying skills and his energy attacks to zero, but his strength in general was somewhere below freezing point.
If that weren't even the best prospects for a successful escape ...
Vegeta was knocked out of his thoughts by a hum, and he looked up just in time to see one of the four identical-looking walls slide upward, revealing a lattice wall behind it.His gaze immediately fell on the blue-haired woman in the white coat, who was standing on the other side and was scribbling a few notes on her pad. Slowly she folded her glasses and shoved them into the breast pocket of her gown, then she looked up and looked Vegeta straight in the eyes.
"A headache, 37?" She asked straight away and started to take an aspirin out of the box. "That's not unusual ..."
"37 ?!" Vegeta growled in disbelief. How dare she address him like a counted ox ?! "My name is ..."
"Unimportant from now on," Bulma interrupted, unmoved, and put the pills back in her side pocket. "From now on you are 37, you will be addressed and answer that way. Should you ever forget the number, just look at your left hand."
Vegeta was seething with the need to wrap his left hand around this woman's throat. Then he looked down and gasped in disbelief as he realized that all of a sudden he had a tattoo with the number assigned to him.Underneath there was a kind of barcode that made him feel even more queasy in his stomach. "What ...?" He managed.
"Your identification. So that you can't run away unnoticed. So, Question Time is now over. I just wanted to see if you were already awake, your friend is still in nirvana, but not for long." Without even one With a flicker of an eyelash, Bulma activated a device that brought it back down the wall.
"Wait!" Vegeta called quickly. "Where am I here? What's that ?!"
"Your new home," came the cool reply. "Better get used to it quickly."