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I'm beginning to think I hate Saiyans...just a little...I've never hated anything in my life, but I think I hate Saiyans now. Katsu thought idly to himself as he lay within his Hospital bed. The room was a lovely little extended stay facility, for those whose conditions meant they weren't going to be able to leave for a couple weeks at the least. The room had all of the basic amenities; a bed, sectioned off bathroom, a desk with writing utensils and a computer terminal, thick carpeting covering the floor, a second monitor affixed to the wall to watch some entertainment, and a nice thick clear-pane window looking out over a Park. Katsu had had plenty of money, although most of it had been sunk into his research, and it let him afford such a comfortable room with ease.
Of course to Katsu money had never been the goal. Money was a tool, nothing more or less than that. The value of the money itself paled in comparison, at least in Katsu's eyes, to the things that one could acquire with it, and at the highest of that was Knowledge in Katsu's eyes. So Katsu lay in his comfortable bed, surrounded by simple luxuries that most patients never got during their stay at the hospital, and didn't noticed a scrap of it. No, Katsu's mind was almost consumed by the idea that he had somehow managed to lose every scrap of knowledge from his life for the past two and a half months!
That! That was absolutely infuriating! Knowledge of his own life, stolen away in a moment by a reckless tantrum by the Saiyans! Months of interactions with his assistants and coworkers, gone. Every meal he had, every little emotion he had felt. That wasn't even the worst of it either. The Serum. The Serum, which three dozen of the best and brightest upcoming bio-engineers had slaved over every second of their waking hours. The Serum, which had somehow inspired investors to sink 670,000,000 Zeni into the project. It was gone. Every bit of it. Crushed underneath a giant Oozaru's corpse. Not only was the physical form of the serum gone so was the formula. All of their databanks at the lab had been destroyed beyond repair, and with the invading Saiyans' ships in the area they would have feared to transmit the data in case the Saiyans had a method to intercept the data-burst. The work they had been doing for months on end had just...vanished.
So Katsu was not in the best of mental states after recovering consciousness. At least Katsu hadn't lost his parents; they showed up a day after he regained consciousness, all tears and sympathy. So had his two siblings, for that matter, but he wasn't as close with them as he was his parents. It appeared that living out in the country had its benefits when aliens invaded the planet! So Katsu was spared that at least. Still the pain of loss keened sharply within Katsu's psyche, and it was hindering his recovery. For example Katsu had yet to make the choice to begin his Physical Therapy.
It was hard to work up the effort to get out of bed with his mind so clogged by his depression, his mind drifting back to the Serum that had vanished. Which was odd, to be frank. The lab had regulations, dozens of them, to set up an environment where that shouldn't have happened. So unless one of the Saiyans had stolen the serum... no, that wouldn't make any sense. The project was known only to some higher ups in the government; Bio-weapons tended to be kept close to their chests. Katsu highly doubted the Saiyans knew anything about the project at all.
A sudden thought crossed Katsu's mind in a flash, and he felt a surge of motion, trying to get out of his bed and over to the computer terminal. He had to check the records left behind after the damage to the project lab! Katsu swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to rush forward, but he tangled himself in the bed-sheets, spinning and tumbling backwards, his head slamming into the floor with an audible cracking noise. He was up and off the floor in the moment, tearing the sheets away from him so he could get at the computer terminal. Something wasn't right in Katsu's head. None of the other team members had survived, the Saiyans wouldn't have thought to take it, Katsu doubted the Government knew if it was completed or n...
Wait a minute, how do I know if it was completed or not?” Katsu thought to himself, stopping on a dime as he realized he shouldn't know that either. Perhaps triggered by the blow to the head, or maybe just his thought on the specific topic, Katsu felt an incredible pain in his head, clutching it as his eyes became unfocused, his consciousness blurry. Flashes of the scene came and went. The team rushing to save their data. Him, grabbing the Serum from its containment, the project head screaming at him to run. The Oozaru falling on the building for the first time, crushing Morton and Katsu wasn't sure who else. The wall section pinning Katsu to the floor, the serum vial thankfully unharmed but knocked from Katsu's grip. His hand stretching as far as it could, trying to reach for the serum... The Oozaru falling once more on the building, and Katsu, somehow standing then, looking up only to see a mountain of rubble coming straight at him.
Grunting from the pain Katsu held on as long as he could, trying to grab every scrap he could, but there wasn't anything else. Even those bits had seemed broken somehow, at the very edge of comprehension. It gave Katsu an idea however. If he had been the one to grab the serum, and then had been pinned under the wall.. could he have injected it? The serum had always been meant to be a weapon. Something that could take a human's strength and multiply it a hundredfold. If you could mass-produce that kind of drug and give it to soldiers, they could feasibly stand up to and overpower even an Oozaru in a one on one. Katsu rushed back to his bed, this time looking at the datapad with his medical data. If he had injected the serum, there should be some kind of difference in his biology right? Eyes scanning the pad feverishly Katsu ran through every bit of it as fast as he could. He couldn't find anything! There was nothing. Nothing seemed different. No traces of an unnatural chemical, no obvious surge in hormones or other markers. Even his genetics were coming up clean.
”Damn it!” Katsu screamed in fury, throwing the datapad at his pillow and slamming his fist against the metal bar that made up the foot of his bed. He had wanted to hurt himself, to feel some pain. Something to help vent his rage. Instead the bar bent three inches out of shape, Katsu's hand sinking into the metal as if it were soft clay. It hadn't even hurt. Katsu pulled his hand away, inspecting what he had done to the metal for a moment, before walking over and picking up the datapad he had thrown with a look of bemusement on his face.
This time Katsu scanned the datapad much more slowly, actually seeing everything instead of merely looking for something obviously wrong. His eyes widened a bit as he continued further and further. Katsu was a perfectly healthy seventeen year old male human. Perfectly healthy. Every bit of bio-data had Katsu at peak physical condition. Katsu hadn't been in anywhere near that good of condition when he joined the project, he could remember that. His hormones were in balance, his neuro-receptors had never fired faster, even the fat content in his body was down to a mere 7%, almost 20% lower than he last remembered.
Katsu heard a noise, and realized that he was laughing. Laughing with a joy of regaining something he thought he had lost. Yes, it seemed that he had lost the formula for the serum but... “Haha.. It worked! We did it! It f**king worked! Hahaha... Morton! I bet it was him who cracked it, that bastard! Hahahahahaaa!” Katsu nearly doubled over in his joy, wiping a tear from his eye just as a nurse came in, brought by the noise of metal bending.
“Is everythi.. Oh! Oh my. Mr Yuda-san. You're up and about, how wonderful. Is everything alright though? I heard a noise...” the nurse said, looking concernedly at Katsu, who waved her off.
“Worry not, I'm perfectly... wait...” Katsu halted as he realized something. His eyes scanned the datapad for a third time, this time he didn't seem to find what he wanted and turned to the nurse with startling speed, “Do you have a device to measure total potential bio-energy? Well?!”
With the nurse's affirmative Katsu asked to be taken to it, and in short order Katsu was laying within a device similar in appearance to an MRI machine, the strobing sensor crossing up and down his body. A monitor was showing the results of the scan in real time, and Katsu had to grin. Katsu's previous Power Level, as Martial Artists tended to call it, was a mere 7. Something you'd expect from a slightly overweight scientist who didn't do much exercise. Now he was at a whopping 271, and the number was only going higher! Even as Katsu lay there watching the screen it rose again to 294.
Exiting the machine Katsu felt the urge to laugh again. The Serum had been a success! Katsu's body even just laying there had been undergoing a transformation into something greater than it had been. He was evolving even as he lay recovering from his injuries. In fact! It was likely that the serum had saved his life. Katsu had looked at his medical data, he knew that the damage he had suffered had been something they hadn't expected Katsu to recover from at all. It was supposed to have killed him on the spot, but he hang on and even woke up, and now his body was in better condition than it had been in his entire life. It was glorious.
Yet...
What to do with this new body of his? Katsu stopped his laughter, thinking seriously for a moment. A power approaching 300 was worlds above his previous self, but when compared to the average fighting power of a Saiyan warrior, or an Arcosian, it was still absolutely pathetic. There was also the fact that his entire team had died. There had been nearly thirty people on Katsu's team including him, and only he had survived. Each one of them had been a genius in their own right. Morton and I. Odama had been genius bio-engineers, they would have eventually been legendary. There was the Project Leader to. A fierce old woman by the name of Sodia Chloe Aide. She already was a legendary Weapons engineer. It was her clout that had gotten the project its funding in the first place. Each member of the team had given something important to the project. They had in the end given everything to increase the knowledge of humanity. Katsu had nothing but respect for the whole lot of them.
Yes. That would be a fine goal. First. Get that formula back. Make sure his team hadn't died in vain. And then? The Saiyans. Oh yes. The Saiyans, the one who caused them to lose all that precious knowledge, had made Katsu lose even his own memory. Their leader, at the very least, had to pay for that. Yes. Two fine goals... Laughing once more, this time with something of a manic touch to it, Katsu returned to his room. He had to recover as fast as he could...
...Two fine goals indeed...
[WORD COUNT: 2012]
Of course to Katsu money had never been the goal. Money was a tool, nothing more or less than that. The value of the money itself paled in comparison, at least in Katsu's eyes, to the things that one could acquire with it, and at the highest of that was Knowledge in Katsu's eyes. So Katsu lay in his comfortable bed, surrounded by simple luxuries that most patients never got during their stay at the hospital, and didn't noticed a scrap of it. No, Katsu's mind was almost consumed by the idea that he had somehow managed to lose every scrap of knowledge from his life for the past two and a half months!
That! That was absolutely infuriating! Knowledge of his own life, stolen away in a moment by a reckless tantrum by the Saiyans! Months of interactions with his assistants and coworkers, gone. Every meal he had, every little emotion he had felt. That wasn't even the worst of it either. The Serum. The Serum, which three dozen of the best and brightest upcoming bio-engineers had slaved over every second of their waking hours. The Serum, which had somehow inspired investors to sink 670,000,000 Zeni into the project. It was gone. Every bit of it. Crushed underneath a giant Oozaru's corpse. Not only was the physical form of the serum gone so was the formula. All of their databanks at the lab had been destroyed beyond repair, and with the invading Saiyans' ships in the area they would have feared to transmit the data in case the Saiyans had a method to intercept the data-burst. The work they had been doing for months on end had just...vanished.
So Katsu was not in the best of mental states after recovering consciousness. At least Katsu hadn't lost his parents; they showed up a day after he regained consciousness, all tears and sympathy. So had his two siblings, for that matter, but he wasn't as close with them as he was his parents. It appeared that living out in the country had its benefits when aliens invaded the planet! So Katsu was spared that at least. Still the pain of loss keened sharply within Katsu's psyche, and it was hindering his recovery. For example Katsu had yet to make the choice to begin his Physical Therapy.
It was hard to work up the effort to get out of bed with his mind so clogged by his depression, his mind drifting back to the Serum that had vanished. Which was odd, to be frank. The lab had regulations, dozens of them, to set up an environment where that shouldn't have happened. So unless one of the Saiyans had stolen the serum... no, that wouldn't make any sense. The project was known only to some higher ups in the government; Bio-weapons tended to be kept close to their chests. Katsu highly doubted the Saiyans knew anything about the project at all.
A sudden thought crossed Katsu's mind in a flash, and he felt a surge of motion, trying to get out of his bed and over to the computer terminal. He had to check the records left behind after the damage to the project lab! Katsu swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to rush forward, but he tangled himself in the bed-sheets, spinning and tumbling backwards, his head slamming into the floor with an audible cracking noise. He was up and off the floor in the moment, tearing the sheets away from him so he could get at the computer terminal. Something wasn't right in Katsu's head. None of the other team members had survived, the Saiyans wouldn't have thought to take it, Katsu doubted the Government knew if it was completed or n...
Wait a minute, how do I know if it was completed or not?” Katsu thought to himself, stopping on a dime as he realized he shouldn't know that either. Perhaps triggered by the blow to the head, or maybe just his thought on the specific topic, Katsu felt an incredible pain in his head, clutching it as his eyes became unfocused, his consciousness blurry. Flashes of the scene came and went. The team rushing to save their data. Him, grabbing the Serum from its containment, the project head screaming at him to run. The Oozaru falling on the building for the first time, crushing Morton and Katsu wasn't sure who else. The wall section pinning Katsu to the floor, the serum vial thankfully unharmed but knocked from Katsu's grip. His hand stretching as far as it could, trying to reach for the serum... The Oozaru falling once more on the building, and Katsu, somehow standing then, looking up only to see a mountain of rubble coming straight at him.
Grunting from the pain Katsu held on as long as he could, trying to grab every scrap he could, but there wasn't anything else. Even those bits had seemed broken somehow, at the very edge of comprehension. It gave Katsu an idea however. If he had been the one to grab the serum, and then had been pinned under the wall.. could he have injected it? The serum had always been meant to be a weapon. Something that could take a human's strength and multiply it a hundredfold. If you could mass-produce that kind of drug and give it to soldiers, they could feasibly stand up to and overpower even an Oozaru in a one on one. Katsu rushed back to his bed, this time looking at the datapad with his medical data. If he had injected the serum, there should be some kind of difference in his biology right? Eyes scanning the pad feverishly Katsu ran through every bit of it as fast as he could. He couldn't find anything! There was nothing. Nothing seemed different. No traces of an unnatural chemical, no obvious surge in hormones or other markers. Even his genetics were coming up clean.
”Damn it!” Katsu screamed in fury, throwing the datapad at his pillow and slamming his fist against the metal bar that made up the foot of his bed. He had wanted to hurt himself, to feel some pain. Something to help vent his rage. Instead the bar bent three inches out of shape, Katsu's hand sinking into the metal as if it were soft clay. It hadn't even hurt. Katsu pulled his hand away, inspecting what he had done to the metal for a moment, before walking over and picking up the datapad he had thrown with a look of bemusement on his face.
This time Katsu scanned the datapad much more slowly, actually seeing everything instead of merely looking for something obviously wrong. His eyes widened a bit as he continued further and further. Katsu was a perfectly healthy seventeen year old male human. Perfectly healthy. Every bit of bio-data had Katsu at peak physical condition. Katsu hadn't been in anywhere near that good of condition when he joined the project, he could remember that. His hormones were in balance, his neuro-receptors had never fired faster, even the fat content in his body was down to a mere 7%, almost 20% lower than he last remembered.
Katsu heard a noise, and realized that he was laughing. Laughing with a joy of regaining something he thought he had lost. Yes, it seemed that he had lost the formula for the serum but... “Haha.. It worked! We did it! It f**king worked! Hahaha... Morton! I bet it was him who cracked it, that bastard! Hahahahahaaa!” Katsu nearly doubled over in his joy, wiping a tear from his eye just as a nurse came in, brought by the noise of metal bending.
“Is everythi.. Oh! Oh my. Mr Yuda-san. You're up and about, how wonderful. Is everything alright though? I heard a noise...” the nurse said, looking concernedly at Katsu, who waved her off.
“Worry not, I'm perfectly... wait...” Katsu halted as he realized something. His eyes scanned the datapad for a third time, this time he didn't seem to find what he wanted and turned to the nurse with startling speed, “Do you have a device to measure total potential bio-energy? Well?!”
With the nurse's affirmative Katsu asked to be taken to it, and in short order Katsu was laying within a device similar in appearance to an MRI machine, the strobing sensor crossing up and down his body. A monitor was showing the results of the scan in real time, and Katsu had to grin. Katsu's previous Power Level, as Martial Artists tended to call it, was a mere 7. Something you'd expect from a slightly overweight scientist who didn't do much exercise. Now he was at a whopping 271, and the number was only going higher! Even as Katsu lay there watching the screen it rose again to 294.
Exiting the machine Katsu felt the urge to laugh again. The Serum had been a success! Katsu's body even just laying there had been undergoing a transformation into something greater than it had been. He was evolving even as he lay recovering from his injuries. In fact! It was likely that the serum had saved his life. Katsu had looked at his medical data, he knew that the damage he had suffered had been something they hadn't expected Katsu to recover from at all. It was supposed to have killed him on the spot, but he hang on and even woke up, and now his body was in better condition than it had been in his entire life. It was glorious.
Yet...
What to do with this new body of his? Katsu stopped his laughter, thinking seriously for a moment. A power approaching 300 was worlds above his previous self, but when compared to the average fighting power of a Saiyan warrior, or an Arcosian, it was still absolutely pathetic. There was also the fact that his entire team had died. There had been nearly thirty people on Katsu's team including him, and only he had survived. Each one of them had been a genius in their own right. Morton and I. Odama had been genius bio-engineers, they would have eventually been legendary. There was the Project Leader to. A fierce old woman by the name of Sodia Chloe Aide. She already was a legendary Weapons engineer. It was her clout that had gotten the project its funding in the first place. Each member of the team had given something important to the project. They had in the end given everything to increase the knowledge of humanity. Katsu had nothing but respect for the whole lot of them.
Yes. That would be a fine goal. First. Get that formula back. Make sure his team hadn't died in vain. And then? The Saiyans. Oh yes. The Saiyans, the one who caused them to lose all that precious knowledge, had made Katsu lose even his own memory. Their leader, at the very least, had to pay for that. Yes. Two fine goals... Laughing once more, this time with something of a manic touch to it, Katsu returned to his room. He had to recover as fast as he could...
...Two fine goals indeed...
[WORD COUNT: 2012]