Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 5, 2013 5:33:29 GMT -5
It was dark as night. He did not know weather it was because the moon experienced night. Maybe it
was simulated... or possibly a product of the mass cloud of blackness floating above the industrial
outskirts of the city. But quite honestly, it did not matter to Zeke. He simply arrived to this place as
his memory had led him. This was it... where it began. He never felt normal. He already knew
he was half Saiyan, but there was something else there too. No memories of childhood. Just
fragments of screams and darkness... hallways... blood and chaos.
He stood on the top of a radio tower, coat fluttering in the wind, and his arms crossed as he looked
down on what was left of a set of three warehouses. It was fenced off and few people entered and
exited. The fences were made of a thick mesh that the average Saiyan could not simply rip or blast
through, far stronger than what you would see in the movies. It was not going to hinder Zeke's
mission. He wanted answers to why he felt so out of place, and why he couldn't remember his past.
His father had told him all about the time he grew up. But Zeke noticed things weren't always the
same when the man spoke. He left things out. Forgot things. Or... told it different the second time.
All these things were done so slight and seldom, yet Zeke caught on easily. Was he just getting old?
Or was he lieing?--------------------------------------------------------------
It started after the rear entrance guard cleared a vehicle to enter. He waved it through, watching it
go, then he turned to open a drawer. He pulled out a candy bar and looked back up... Zeke was
there, already prepared to grab onto the man's throat and haul him out f the booth in one simple
motion. The other man was a Saiyan as well, stronger than Zeke normally. But Zeke was using his
Overdrive, giving him the advantage. Coupled with the sneak attack, it was rather easy to snap
the mans neck quickly and toss him aside.
That man may have had a family. Children who will miss him. But he should have been thinking of
that and kept his guard up... then maybe he would have had the chance to live. But now it was over
for him, and it soon would be for many others. Hell, they knew what they signed up for. Zeke
thought nothing more and flicked the open switch. Moving quick, he headed for the warehouse he
remembered the most.
It was labeled 'Number 3', and had sustained heavy damage. Zeke walked through a hole in the wall
and moved on through a hall. Warehouses didn't usually have hallways and rooms. This had been
outfitted for a purpose. But it was handy to slip behind a door when a couple guards walked by,
using flashlights to give their positions away to Zeke. Most just carried on. One or two had to get
hunches, and take a look. They met the same end as the first man. Just with more heart-
stopping punches or blindsided kicks to the temple to dispatch them quickly.
It was a maze. Dead ends, repetitive halls... at least, they all looked the same, and of coarse,
more damn guards. But then there was a room. A room with two double doors at the end of the hall.
He recognized these doors... they were the first doors he had ever open. And now, he would open
them once more to get his answers. And they weren't even locked, he just pushed them both open
easily and walked into a large room full of computers. Tubes and wires ran from the low-lit ceiling,
desks piled with papers everywhere. He continued, turning around into an aria with a bunch of large
glass chambers...
"What... in hell..."
His eyes widened as a few shaded memories came back. And something else happened. He heard a
click, and a whining sound, like the flash charging on a camera. Behind him, a ragged man in a white
coat pointed a hand blaster at the back of Zeke's head.
"Returned, have you? So many years now. And yet, so little we have been able to do..."
Zeke listened to the man. He knew that voice. This place, the feel of the air, the sounds of the
machines... he had to ask.
"What is this place?"
The man chuckled. then broke into a laugh. Zeke grew tired of this man's laughter quickly. He spun
around, ripping the blaster from his hand. Two fingers snapped from the impact, but he had no time
to react to it. Zeke slammed his shoulder into the man, then turned to deliver a heavy blow with his
opposite hand into the man's chest. He was thrown back into a desk, crashing against it as papers
littered the area. Zeke let out a displeased "Hmph.", and rose his hand. The man's body
suddenly sprang back towards Zeke, stopping in the air. He was alive.
"Answer me. Or I'll crush your entire body. Very... Slowly."
The man made a few sounds. Zeke realized he was still laughing. He cursed the man, but refrained
from carrying out his threat when the man rose his head.
"This is your Birthplace, Ezekiel. This is where you were born... or... I should say... created."
The man spoke as if Zeke was supposed to know already. He was confused.
"Created."
Was all he said. And the scientist would only chuckle more.
"Yes... you were to be the being of Legend that us Saiyans told of for years... A Saiyan of ultimate
power. It had been... so long since the last one. So, we decided to... well... make one. And that
would be you."
He said it quite sincerely. Zeke had no god damned idea what the crazed man was on about.
"Your saying... I was just some kind of fucking guinea pig."
He stopped chuckling. Then, shook his head.
"No. No no no. You were no test subject. You were a product. A project that we had
invested hours of time, Zeni, and research into in order to better understand our own selves and our
power... A Saiyan beyond Saiyan!"
Zeke was silent for a moment. He let out another "Hmph" followed soon by a low chuckle
himself.
"Saiyan... beyond Saiyan. Then tell me. What happened?"
He was not convinced. He just wanted to hear the rest of the man's amazing story before he sent
him to the next world. And the man was ready to tell.
"You had some... bugs. Issues. You did not function correctly... you did not cooperate properly... and
your DNA was not giving us the readings we wanted. You became nothing more than a... well, a
Defective Saiyan!"
Zeke was about to curse the insult when banging came from the doors. Zeke didn't remember
closing them, the man may have... but the guards wanted in.
"How dare you call me such things. Tell me this... bullshit!"
More laughs. Banging becomes louder.
"It's true! Your lower than a low-level Saiyan! Lower than even those damned Half-Bloods! We
should have never used human cells as your mother-component, but... well, we did, didn't we!?"
Zeke got angry and Psyche-pushed the man back into the desk.
"Stop talking! You... you have no idea what I am. But... I can show you."
And then he used his Overdrive. Power raising to its maximum, the guards who had broken in stood
little chance against the so called "Defective Saiyan". They were thrown around like dolls. Torn to
pieces, blasted apart, even turned to ash. Yet the man seemed to just laugh more as he lean against
the desk, bleeding from the mouth. The impact had broken ribs, witch had punctured lungs.
"Your power... it is nothing. Nothing compared to... what it was going to be..."
He coughed the last words out as Zeke finished off the last guard with a blast. He closed his eyes
and began his journey to the next world. Zeke watched him die, and took a couple deep breaths. He
knew more guards were coming.
Then... I guess I'll just have to get stronger. We'll see this power. See... just how Defective I really am."
And when the next group of guards came scrambling in, he was already gone. Outside, hovering
upwards as he looked down on the warehouses below. He rose one hand above his head and
charged up as much Ki energy as he could, just as his father and his mysterious Master had taught
him.--------------------------------------------------------------
later that night, the news would only tell of a gas leak explosion in the industrial park.
((Fin, Starter PL please. And possibly my cookie again xD))