*pu la bub pu la bub pu la bub pu la blub pu la bub budduuaa pula bub pu la bub*
Gentle bubbles caress my body with a relaxing feeling while soothing my aching head with its steady melody. Deep blue clear fluid lifts and sways me slightly. I can't help but take a large breath of fluid and sigh, releasing a cloud of bubbles. Awareness takes hold as I look around this pod. Lights softly illuminate the silver interior, the bubbles stream out of gridded vents on the bottom. The transparent door displays that Experimenter Frogman P has vacated its position of staring at the controls and that no one else has taken its spot. Clenching my tiny fists in trembling anger, I sHould punIsh it for scaRinG mE!
After thrashing around the pod in a tiny murderous tantrum for an unnecessary amount of time, the anger smolders. Slightly tired while panting fluid I recall the vivid dream I had. The dashing Saiyan Warrior giving me a through training while displaying overwhelming firepower~ Wait. Saiyan?! Hold on, maybe I'm misunderstanding something. That was an intensely real dream, I can only think it was a dream because of the pod is the last place I recall being before it. Even though there is a longing to be held in his palm again, it felt real~ Forcefully coughing a cloud of bubbles a few times. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
There is no reason to think Saiyans are real. The only beings I've seen are those frog and fishmen, strange. But I'm apparently some monkey by the looks of that cute prehensile tail waving through the bubbles at me. My skin is fair as snow, a perfect example of a healthy hairless monkey baby. There is a concern I'll have a monkey's face despite looking mostly human after seeing those aliens. Feeling around my head while twitching the facial muscles I can conclude that at least I don't have a muzzle, everything seems to be in place for human-like facial features and I seem to have a full set of hair. This is incredibly saiyan-like! L-lets just wait for some outside confirmation before getting excited. The transparent window mundanely shows a spartan room with cerulean metallic walls. This could take some time.
*pu la bub pu la bub pu la bub pu la blub pu la bub budduuaa pula bub pu la bub*
Floating in breathable fluid in kinda fun. Now able to move around while still being difficult, swimming is good exercise for my developing muscles. I wish the rare red fishman nurse could see me now. Or maybe not as it could decide to add me to its aquarium, fed flakes for the rest of my life never to explore this planet settling for a plastic castle instead. Tragic! These medical tubes really stick on well. Tricky tail get back here, don't deny my grasp. How could you move?! Willing to dart away, betrayal of the highest order! Stop being so much faster than my weak arms and legs! Now tired after playing a reflex game with my tail I'll settle down and drift to sleep after not seeing anyone through the window.
”ng.nt and will be send out soon.”
〝Sure, let me see.〝
”Very well.”
Hmm? Someone is talking. I open my eyes to see reflected two beings. The rare red fishman nurse and a toned human woman with long black hair where the bangs frame the face with two downward arching spikes while the middle parts asymmetrically fan mostly horizontal and the back feathers downward in a compressed wave all of her hair is gravity defying but sways with the air as if only entertaining it for a short while until it decides to stop indulging it. She is wearing the Freeza Force green and black standard armor with tassets and top armored open finger punching gloves but without the pauldronsᴳᵀᴹ. Eh?! Where did that come from. Looking further there seems to be a furred belt. This over the top saiyan appearance! She is walking toward the pod stopping right outside to stare at me with her steel gray eyes. We stare at each other for quite a time.
〝Open it.〝
”Wait a galactic moment while the incubatory fluid drains.”
〝Now.〝
”R-right away!”
*Tzzzssh fwoosh*
Suddenly I'm swept away by the fluid's tide and on the way to the metal floor, until I'm simply picked up by this Saiyan Warrior. Fixed and cradled in her powerful arms our eyes lock, the battle resumes. She reaches up with a hand to activate her Scouterᴳᵀᴹ eyes never straying.
*.000𝟺 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚣*
She displays her first emotion by hardening her lips into an even straighter line than before and tightening her jaw. Yet she continues to look into my eyes.
〝Which planet has been assigned?〝
*bi di didi di didi di*
”From this data, it has been left to our discretion. Anyplace from the extremely low priority list.”
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”Our lab technicians seem to have set up a program to pick at random, that will be used once we are done here.”
〝I'll decide, show me the list and data for the planets.〝
”This is highly unusual. I can not allow it, as the Assistant Director of the Freeza Force First Saiyan Support Center, this would be against protocol!”
I'm adjusted to rest comfortably onto one arm. This Saiyan Warrior raises her arm in the direction of the Assistant Director without breaking eye contact. Red qi begins coalesce rapidly sending spiraling motes of searing light dancing around the cerulean metallic room.
〝Choose your next words carefully.〝
Silence descends on the room. This Saiyan Warrior's cold yet animalistic eyes have become more likable suddenly.
*gulp*
”I-i-i must be mistaken! Plleaase decide, the dattata I i I will bring up nooww!”
*didi dididi dii dii did di di di di di dididi*
Cerulean reins again as the light takes a normal hue. She takes a few steps and only now does she break eye contact to manipulate the console.
*didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di*
〝System: 9045XY, Planet Namek. Record it.〝
”R-right away!”
*di di di didididididi didi didididididi dididididi di dididi didi di di di*
”As.ssigned, pleasse confirmm!”
〝Un.〝
She resumes our contest. Time seems to expand for galactic hours as those steel gray eyes bore into my own.
〝Shoko.〝
Kachan!
〝It means archive, a saiyan name derived from soko. For a saiyan warrior with little expectations except to accumulate experiences by surviving.〝
She stares at me for a few galactic moments more, then turns around while taking a few steps.
〝Send her off now!〝
I'm gently handed off to the Assistant Director.
”Y-yy-e-es! R-riight awawway!!”
She turns to takes one last glance at me then departs with a straight back and even steps out of the silver metal door. I'm quickly disconnected from the medical tubes.
*huff fuuu gulp*
The red fishman turns towards me and squints in what I can only assume is a glare.
”The sooner I get rid of you could not come quick enough!”
Soon he is off into a fast walk. The walls passing quick enough for a new door to be discovered in a few galactic seconds as we traverse the long curving cerulean metal corridors. There are two reflective yellow lines painted on the floor. We are following the inner line. There are various types of beings mostly frogman but sometimes the rare human types with no tail and even ones with purple elongated heads and yellow spots to even stranger types. We pass by some from the outer line and those from inner line. Sometimes an ”Assistant Director.” is said in a friendly or acknowledging way.
*huff fuu haaa haa*
”Finally!”
[Attack Ballᴳᵀᴹ Embarkation Bay] The bold yellow engraving displays.
We walk up to a console and the red fishman rapid types for a few galactic seconds, only to whisk away towards one of the standard spherical with a single ruby window on front Attack Ballᴳᵀᴹ. After hitting a device he had brought with it from a compartment at the console, the ball opens.
*kit. ssshuuhaa*
The walls are padded with white square gridded cushions, there is a well supported tan seat in the center flanked on both sides by functional hand rests that angle down at the wrist area and holds high contrast green displays. When I'm placed down and strapped in I see that the door has an integrated console and displays to be used when closed. The red fishman starts interacting with one of the green displays.
*bi. bii. di di di didididididi didi didididididi dididididi di di di. bleep. bi*
With that it slots the device into the side of the interior console somewhere and steps out and turns to face the ball. It takes out another device presses a few buttons.
*girururu raaaraaaraaa dish*
A few seconds later the ball closes as it does I hear his parting words.
*tisshuuu.*
”Good riddance!”
*kit.*
I'll have you for sushi one day! My tiny fist clenches.
Suddenly the scenery outside blurs as the only indication of the balls movement.
*hisssss*
Humph. Maybe after a nap, I'm suddenly feeling sleepy. I won. d. er. wh. at. yea. r. it. is. Wil. l. Veg. e. ta. be. dest. r. oyed... Kachan.
――――
We see from outside of the Attack Ballᴳᵀᴹ soaring through space. A ruby window shows a sleep crying Shoko with black hair, hair that greatly resembles her okasan except the slightly longer length at the back.