The aftermath: Carniku on Earth
Dec 26, 2006 16:57:48 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2006 16:57:48 GMT
((Posting for Carniku on Earth until the new profile gets approved))
Light gradually filtered through the curtains as the young man opened his eyes, he groaned in pain as he felt a twinge in his arm and leg. A simple hospital room, green drapes and a plain white matress, a green gown and bandages wrapped around him. Brown spiky hair flopping onto his pillow as he blinked in the sudden light. Pale Green and white, not heaven, not hell, he had to be alive. A large bunch of sunny yellow flowers stood triumphantly in a vase to his right. He closed his eyes and focused, what was his name? Carniku. Good, he knew who he was. Be he couldn't remember..
Smashing through the walls of the sky, a huge enemy bellowing in pain
..what had happened, how he had came here... Well, he knew he was a Saiyan, and Saiyans wouldn't let an injury like this stop them. He tried to move his arm and leg but felt thick chunks of rock or stone covering them. He blinked and dots danced across his vision, he felt like he was bruised all over, worse than he had ever felt before. He saw someone enter and lean over him looking worried, black hair tied back in a long braided pony-tail and thick muscles, hidden badly by a sleeveless grey Gii top
"Dad?... you're alive?" he croaked as he tried to sit up he felt himself twinge in pain and sat back again as his dad hugged him gently
"Yes son, I'm here, it'll be OK, it'll all be OK..."
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Where's my tail?"
The doctors had him sitting up now and he felt a lot better, he had to admit, pain-killers did what they said on the label. His parents sat either side of him, supporting him. Both looked concerned, his dad a pretty good scar where... Scar had attacked him. He found this hilariously funny but his mother didn't, she was still mourning for Mihon despite the fact Carniku was fine, she felt the loss of her eldest son. There was loads of news from the life of his family... But that wasn't what he was interested in. The Doctor had a large X-ray projection going showing Carniku's broken bones, He commented on the unusal bone structure and odd DNA as he pointed to the broken limbs. His left leg and right arm were both shattered, the leg neatly snapped as if it had been done by a sledgehammer or a clamp or something and his right arm, which had mended quickest thanks to nano-bots, had all the bones shattered into splinters, a completely unique wound and very hard to heal. Carniku was a little surprised by all of this, since he didn't think Saiyans could break their bones. But he was also curious about his tail, he hadn't seen it and couldn't feel it any more. The doctor seemed to be sad when he heard him mention this and looked awkwardly away, clearing his throat as he spoke
"No? Your, AHUM, tail you say? Well, AHUM, this is hard to say... You aren't a Saiyan. This man, AHUM, Jiron; he didn't clone you from a Saiyan. He laced your Human DNA with Saiyan DNA!" Carniku looked shocked as the doctor went on to explain what had happened, he was halfway through it when Carniku blurted out
"So, I'm not a clone?" He said enthusiastically, his childhood dreams of real parents springing with a flourish back into life
"We, AHUM, we can't say that for certain, Mr Inuzuki, but you aren't a Saiyan Clone at least. We burnt off the DNA in order to fix your bones. Your Human"
"I'm... Human?" Carniku repeated as he looked at his broken limbs. For some reason he felt... dissapointed. He wasn't special any more, his power, his strength, his courage... they were gone. He was just a martial artist, without his Saiyan DNA he couldn't even generate Ki. He only had a weak Ki flow, his father taught him the new and improved Skull Beam that they'd devised in the time he'd been away and explained how it would be Christmas soon, but Carniku could only sigh. He'd missed nearly 10 months... what could have happened? What happened to his friends? Was Roos OK? The little demon had fought with him against... against who? He couldn't remember, he stayed awake hours trying to, he wanted to scream but knew that in this world of normality they'd drug him until he stopped. In a few days he could leave the hospital and Carniku spent a day at home trying to fly again despite his arm and leg still being in plaster. He leapt and fell to the grassy ground around his families huge wooden house, his siblings watching him sadly as their brother staggered to his feet and dived over and over again landing on his broken limbs and biting back screams of pain as he tried to reclaim his power. He went in at last and his parents thought he was getting over his ordeal, he ate a meal quietly. Eating a lot, but for him it was barely anything. His father was worried about him. He saw him go to his room and finally fllowed, expecting to see him trying to re-focus his Ki or something. But found him asleep, holding over his chest a crude drawing of some warriors and on the top a little boy with red skin and a mohawk and the word "Roos" beneath it. He left the drawings and let his son, his HUMAN son, sleeping in his old bed as he dreamt of his friends millions of miles away. Later in the night, His eyes snapped open and he fell out of the bed. His eyes glowing a deep blue in the dark of the night as a deep and ancient voice boomed in his ears-
Power doesn't just go away
Light gradually filtered through the curtains as the young man opened his eyes, he groaned in pain as he felt a twinge in his arm and leg. A simple hospital room, green drapes and a plain white matress, a green gown and bandages wrapped around him. Brown spiky hair flopping onto his pillow as he blinked in the sudden light. Pale Green and white, not heaven, not hell, he had to be alive. A large bunch of sunny yellow flowers stood triumphantly in a vase to his right. He closed his eyes and focused, what was his name? Carniku. Good, he knew who he was. Be he couldn't remember..
Smashing through the walls of the sky, a huge enemy bellowing in pain
..what had happened, how he had came here... Well, he knew he was a Saiyan, and Saiyans wouldn't let an injury like this stop them. He tried to move his arm and leg but felt thick chunks of rock or stone covering them. He blinked and dots danced across his vision, he felt like he was bruised all over, worse than he had ever felt before. He saw someone enter and lean over him looking worried, black hair tied back in a long braided pony-tail and thick muscles, hidden badly by a sleeveless grey Gii top
"Dad?... you're alive?" he croaked as he tried to sit up he felt himself twinge in pain and sat back again as his dad hugged him gently
"Yes son, I'm here, it'll be OK, it'll all be OK..."
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Where's my tail?"
The doctors had him sitting up now and he felt a lot better, he had to admit, pain-killers did what they said on the label. His parents sat either side of him, supporting him. Both looked concerned, his dad a pretty good scar where... Scar had attacked him. He found this hilariously funny but his mother didn't, she was still mourning for Mihon despite the fact Carniku was fine, she felt the loss of her eldest son. There was loads of news from the life of his family... But that wasn't what he was interested in. The Doctor had a large X-ray projection going showing Carniku's broken bones, He commented on the unusal bone structure and odd DNA as he pointed to the broken limbs. His left leg and right arm were both shattered, the leg neatly snapped as if it had been done by a sledgehammer or a clamp or something and his right arm, which had mended quickest thanks to nano-bots, had all the bones shattered into splinters, a completely unique wound and very hard to heal. Carniku was a little surprised by all of this, since he didn't think Saiyans could break their bones. But he was also curious about his tail, he hadn't seen it and couldn't feel it any more. The doctor seemed to be sad when he heard him mention this and looked awkwardly away, clearing his throat as he spoke
"No? Your, AHUM, tail you say? Well, AHUM, this is hard to say... You aren't a Saiyan. This man, AHUM, Jiron; he didn't clone you from a Saiyan. He laced your Human DNA with Saiyan DNA!" Carniku looked shocked as the doctor went on to explain what had happened, he was halfway through it when Carniku blurted out
"So, I'm not a clone?" He said enthusiastically, his childhood dreams of real parents springing with a flourish back into life
"We, AHUM, we can't say that for certain, Mr Inuzuki, but you aren't a Saiyan Clone at least. We burnt off the DNA in order to fix your bones. Your Human"
"I'm... Human?" Carniku repeated as he looked at his broken limbs. For some reason he felt... dissapointed. He wasn't special any more, his power, his strength, his courage... they were gone. He was just a martial artist, without his Saiyan DNA he couldn't even generate Ki. He only had a weak Ki flow, his father taught him the new and improved Skull Beam that they'd devised in the time he'd been away and explained how it would be Christmas soon, but Carniku could only sigh. He'd missed nearly 10 months... what could have happened? What happened to his friends? Was Roos OK? The little demon had fought with him against... against who? He couldn't remember, he stayed awake hours trying to, he wanted to scream but knew that in this world of normality they'd drug him until he stopped. In a few days he could leave the hospital and Carniku spent a day at home trying to fly again despite his arm and leg still being in plaster. He leapt and fell to the grassy ground around his families huge wooden house, his siblings watching him sadly as their brother staggered to his feet and dived over and over again landing on his broken limbs and biting back screams of pain as he tried to reclaim his power. He went in at last and his parents thought he was getting over his ordeal, he ate a meal quietly. Eating a lot, but for him it was barely anything. His father was worried about him. He saw him go to his room and finally fllowed, expecting to see him trying to re-focus his Ki or something. But found him asleep, holding over his chest a crude drawing of some warriors and on the top a little boy with red skin and a mohawk and the word "Roos" beneath it. He left the drawings and let his son, his HUMAN son, sleeping in his old bed as he dreamt of his friends millions of miles away. Later in the night, His eyes snapped open and he fell out of the bed. His eyes glowing a deep blue in the dark of the night as a deep and ancient voice boomed in his ears-
Power doesn't just go away