An Amity Revived
Chapter Four
This time the process was not going as smoothly or as quickly as predicted or as planned. But it was happening. Slowly, yes, but surely. There had been a few times when the Resurrector lost the other's regained sense after reviving the rest of them. So for a while he gave up, so he could rest. Retrieve his energy. He started all over again from scratch immediately after he noticed the sudden demand to.
The easiest way to do this was to revive the mind first. It would be painful emotionally, even for a Saiya-jin. The Resurrector hoped that he would be able to handle it. It shouldn't take much longer to bring his spirit back once the mind was conscious. The main trouble would exist within the resurrection of the body. It was too much detail to go into. Individual cells, their organelles, the organs, and the organ systems were all part of the resurrection. Considering this, it'd probably be best to either abandon the project or delay it for a while, just until he received his stamina back.
But no. He could delay if he seriously desired to. But upon seeing what the others were up to, it was out of the question. They needed the last Saiya-jin for help, guidance, and moral support. They probably couldn't care less if he was alive again, but for some reason, the Resurrector knew that with the sub-leader around, their strength would be much stronger than it was now. Reasons unexplained, once again.
The Resurrector concentrated, and he concentrated hard. This was one of the most important steps in his procedure. The distance from this portion of the afterlife to the devastated planet wasn't too large, so of course that made the process easier. Still, his head hurt enough from the previous attempts, but this time he will not allow it to get to him and make him quit. There was no time to waste.
He inhaled a large amount of air. He then probed through the sub-leader's memories. It was more than enough to retrieve information he never knew of this Saiya-jin, in some cases he regretted tapping into. Some were very intriguing, and he strived for more immediately. What had been painstaking work before had become a relaxing experience for the Resurrector. He didn't feel the least bit guilty for prying into one's personal life with pleasure, but he couldn't help himself. It was too interesting to not have the slightest sense of curiosity.
When the last few moments of the Saiya-jin's life had been reached and over with, the Resurrector immediately went back to the somewhat touching moment of his death. After replaying that strand of memory, he smiled to himself. Perhaps he should revive the sub-leader for his heroic words and what he had to go through, what his last emotions were, rather than the amount of help he would be to his comrades.
Afterwards, he viewed the Saiya-jin's memories all over again, hoping he didn't leave any elements out. His earliest childhood memory, to the first few moments of the academy, to his first meeting with his to-be amazingly great companions, to his first mission with them, all the way up to his final moment. The Resurrector never knew how far the mix of easy-going and brutal a life could be until now.
The smile on his face grew wider. Now he could proceed with the spirit's resurrection. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be.
Complete, absolute darkness. There was nothing at all. Blank. The only imagery surrounding him was a black blanket with no light penetrating to his senses. His feelings matched his blindness. Nothing. Just more proof that Saiya-jin are not emotionless; if they were, they could not feel pain. Could not enjoy life. Could not be phased with even the biggest ordeal met with the galaxy. Everything was just a vacant lot.
He was aware of it. But there was nothing he could do. There wasn't even a desire to do anything to cure the ebon surroundings. So he just stayed perfectly still, nothing ever moving.
All of a sudden, it seemed as if he snapped. There was a hasty wave of excitement. Excitement of what, exactly? He didn't know. That just lead to the next emotion: confusion. Then he figured that he became excited for something daring to happen. Complacent took place of the bemusement, but it was still there.
For some reason, a self-satisfied expression can automatically turn into anger, a wish to break free of this inactive prison, and finally into impatience. The right emotions came at the time he needed it the most. He understood that he must get out of the lack of life, though he was living again. That piece of information was confirmed. He knew he died, he remembered everything that occurred to him during his lifetime.
That was his light, his source of entertainment, his only retreat to freedom. Memories that were thought to have been lost when all trace of his existence were wiped out returned to him once he willed it to. He couldn't answer the question why he wanted those feelings he had felt back then to return to him, those visions. Perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that it was the only way for him to be safe from the surrender of omission.
But there was one problem with this. Although he was animated in his mind and his spirit, he wasn't quite yet to the full extent of the word "living". To onlookers, he was still dead. The reason was quite simple: he wasn't breathing, wasn't moving, and all the organs in his body were idle.
The Resurrector shook his head in absolute annoyance. It was back to the "grand" old list of the details to finish the job. It didn't seem much: only nine categories. But within those categories were more categories, each going down to each different cell that had a different task. It was too tiring, too useless. He had to do this now, though. He has come this far and to stop now would be like saying, "I quit".
And if he were to quit, his ego would be ruined. Especially if no one found out.
There was almost too much here to do, and they were all very boring. He then started to contemplate that he should have done this part first, then worry about the mind and spirit later. Then his customer wouldn't be in the pain he was in now. Well, what was past was past, and there was no chance in Hell he was going to start all over again. While it felt like an hour in the living world, it had really been practically a week among the dead people.
For the Saiya-jin, it could have seemed like a whole eternity.
He stared at the piece of laminated cardboard, reading over the names of the organ systems. Circulatory, digestive, respiratory, reproductive, neurological, endocrine, lymphatic, integumentary, the eyes, nose, ears, and throat, and the muscular and skeletal systems were all listed. Some he really wanted to get rid off, for his own sake and for the Saiya-jin's. For example, the digestive system. He could make things easier on him and not make him have an appetite or a want for food. Or can't have food, for that matter? He thought hard about this and he finally came to the conclusion that the digestive system was still very important.
He understood why the circulatory system was the first on the list. It was the most important part. During the first part of resurrecting them all, he had regained their normal blood amount immediately to every single one of them. There were to be no scars left from the final battle they fought, no increase or decrease in blood prior to their war. Since that step had already been completed, he went to the next step. The regeneration of the Saiya-jin's heart.
First thing was first, he had to start the pumping of the atriums, forcing the blood to go in and out of the aortas, arteries, veins, everything that was connected. It leads straight into the respiratory system, so more oxygen could be distributed for this to proceed without his help. It took time, effort, and a large spill of sweat. Literally.
Once finished with those two systems, getting the sub-leader to breathe regularly, he decided that he should go back to the second bulleted item on the list since he skipped it when going from circulatory to respiratory. Digestive system. Meaning that the esophagus, stomach, and intestines had to be working properly. Enzymes had been around since the beginning of the entire resurrection process, so that also made the workload lighter.
He wasn't sure if he was quite finished yet, like the others. He wouldn't until they actually sat down and ate something, which quite amazingly, has not occurred yet. He completed the digestive system the exact same way as the others, so if there were a flaw, it would be easily corrected among all of them instead of having to do this entire thing all over again. He would not enjoy that at all.
Reproductive system. He decided to get back to that one later.
Oh yes, the neurological system. The one that deals with the brain and the nerves. Sensory details were coming into play, as this was also a very important part. The brain was active as far as personality and emotions go. Knowledge was easily resurrected in thirty seconds. That wasn't bad, considering that geniuses that are revived take usually a minute or more for their knowledge to get all the way back fully. The nerves were a bit tricky, and he knew he messed up with the female's. Her skin was a little more fragile than it used to be. But he was extra careful now so the same thing wouldn't happen with the sub-leader.
Endocrine, lymphatic, and integumentary systems were the easiest to complete. Among the three, however, the craftiest one was the integumentary. The other half of the female's skin came from a mess-up of the integumentary system, making it thinner than normal. Thinner than necessary. Again, he took better precautions with the other males.
Muscular and skeletal were taken care of immediately. It wasn't too hard since his muscles never softened over time. And somehow, someone managed to preserve his as well as the other three bodies with special care so the resurrection could become easier. And it wasn't the Resurrector himself. Instead, it was his lover, who had helped him gain this position immediately after he died.
The Resurrector cringed as he thought about doing the reproductive system next. It was required whenever a revival occurred, but he couldn't just bring himself out to do it. This would be his third time, and if twice was bad enough...
He shuddered again, but knew he had to suck it up. Although the reproductive system was not a necessity of life, if the Saiya-jin race were to live on as a purebred race, then this was especially required. He knew it was true, so he just let his mind zonk out while he worked. There were no risks of messing up at all. A real advantage to this task.