Hey folks-it's been a while-hasn't it? There's a lot of Veggie fics but I
really would like it if you read mine anyway! I figure if you're on the
third chapter.you must be reading it, right? OF coURSE. So..yeah..I don't
own dragonballz and if you thought I did you're an idiot. Thank you.enjoy.
Chapter 3: Wake up, Vegeta!
Vegeta was suspended in the neon green liquid of the rejuvanation chamber, his heart rate steady. Frieza watched in bored annoyance as the bubbles of the prince's breath formed at the top of the chrome machine. 'Will he ever wake up?' Freiza thought in frustration. He knew he should've been pleased that Captain Ginyu had humilated the Sayian prince- but an entire week of healing?! That was insane! The tech on hand had been jumpy ever since Frieza had entered the room, and this fact-along with many others-was beginning to work on Frieza's last nerve. "Just how long is this "healing" supposed to take?" Frieza rasped. "I'm not entirely sure sir.Sayians have a different structure than the rest of us..they seem to heal slower than a creature of your stature." Frieza rolled his eyes in disgust. "DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT, YOU IMBECILE!" The tech jumped back in a mixture of shock and fear. "I'm-I'm sorry sir.I didn't mean to suggest that.." "You know-you never did tell me about YOUR fascinating healing abilities." "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking me, sir." Frieza turned and smiled cruelly at his lackey. "Why don't we try them out?" Before the tech could stutter another word he was killed by a small pink blast-one that had found its mark with deadly accuracy. Frieza sighed and lowered his hand, his eyes glistening with mock pity for the silent corpse. "I suppose you were right after all. Healing abilities DO differ from person to person."
Vegeta stumbeled blindly across the foreign landscape of his dreams, desperate to return to the outside world. He felt like he'd been wandering for countless years, though he somehow knew it had only been a week or so. From over the gray, tired landscape came a cry, a cry that was summoning the prince to some place he was certain he'd never been to before. "VEGETA!" It said simply, though somehow tauntingly. "COME AND FACE ME, COWARD!!!" Vegeta cried in rage, spinning in all directions, though he saw no one. A sick fear curled inside of him. No one had ever been able to avoid him on purpose other than Frieza. Did this mean there was a greater warrior than he-a warrior of some immense and awesome power? Despite all his bravery, the prince shivered. Was it even possible.a stronger Sayian than.himself? But who? For a moment he could've sworn he saw a man standing on a hill near him-a man wearing a simple orange gi with black, spiky hair.a man named Kakkorot. And then the image shifted away, disappearing like sand caught in the wind, to leave Vegeta shaken and alone.
Ginyu struggeled to maintain a handstand, while the crowd booed angrily. Jeice-his second in command-looked at him in desperation, while he did his fifth pose in a row. 'Where is Vegeta?' Ginyu wondered unhappily. The last he'd seen of the arrogant Sayian prince was in the medical ward- limp and unmoving. Groaning, he straightened himself out so he could dismiss his squad. He would just have to wait until Vegeta woke up.and the fight began. He could hardly stand the excitement.
So.there's the chapter. *sighs* NOW WHAT? Hmmm..I'm a bit rusty, I'll admit but here goes.*struggles to form deep narrator voice* That's better. OKKKKK..WHEN will Vegeta wake up? WHO is this mysterious "Kakkarot?" (as if you didn't know) DOES Frieza have anger management problems? CAN his mother pay for his extensive counseling? WHY am I going off topic? ALL this and MORE shall be revealed in the next chapter..THE FIGHT BEGINS. (orginal title, right? YES, it is.) Thank you.and please review.
Chapter 3: Wake up, Vegeta!
Vegeta was suspended in the neon green liquid of the rejuvanation chamber, his heart rate steady. Frieza watched in bored annoyance as the bubbles of the prince's breath formed at the top of the chrome machine. 'Will he ever wake up?' Freiza thought in frustration. He knew he should've been pleased that Captain Ginyu had humilated the Sayian prince- but an entire week of healing?! That was insane! The tech on hand had been jumpy ever since Frieza had entered the room, and this fact-along with many others-was beginning to work on Frieza's last nerve. "Just how long is this "healing" supposed to take?" Frieza rasped. "I'm not entirely sure sir.Sayians have a different structure than the rest of us..they seem to heal slower than a creature of your stature." Frieza rolled his eyes in disgust. "DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT, YOU IMBECILE!" The tech jumped back in a mixture of shock and fear. "I'm-I'm sorry sir.I didn't mean to suggest that.." "You know-you never did tell me about YOUR fascinating healing abilities." "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking me, sir." Frieza turned and smiled cruelly at his lackey. "Why don't we try them out?" Before the tech could stutter another word he was killed by a small pink blast-one that had found its mark with deadly accuracy. Frieza sighed and lowered his hand, his eyes glistening with mock pity for the silent corpse. "I suppose you were right after all. Healing abilities DO differ from person to person."
Vegeta stumbeled blindly across the foreign landscape of his dreams, desperate to return to the outside world. He felt like he'd been wandering for countless years, though he somehow knew it had only been a week or so. From over the gray, tired landscape came a cry, a cry that was summoning the prince to some place he was certain he'd never been to before. "VEGETA!" It said simply, though somehow tauntingly. "COME AND FACE ME, COWARD!!!" Vegeta cried in rage, spinning in all directions, though he saw no one. A sick fear curled inside of him. No one had ever been able to avoid him on purpose other than Frieza. Did this mean there was a greater warrior than he-a warrior of some immense and awesome power? Despite all his bravery, the prince shivered. Was it even possible.a stronger Sayian than.himself? But who? For a moment he could've sworn he saw a man standing on a hill near him-a man wearing a simple orange gi with black, spiky hair.a man named Kakkorot. And then the image shifted away, disappearing like sand caught in the wind, to leave Vegeta shaken and alone.
Ginyu struggeled to maintain a handstand, while the crowd booed angrily. Jeice-his second in command-looked at him in desperation, while he did his fifth pose in a row. 'Where is Vegeta?' Ginyu wondered unhappily. The last he'd seen of the arrogant Sayian prince was in the medical ward- limp and unmoving. Groaning, he straightened himself out so he could dismiss his squad. He would just have to wait until Vegeta woke up.and the fight began. He could hardly stand the excitement.
So.there's the chapter. *sighs* NOW WHAT? Hmmm..I'm a bit rusty, I'll admit but here goes.*struggles to form deep narrator voice* That's better. OKKKKK..WHEN will Vegeta wake up? WHO is this mysterious "Kakkarot?" (as if you didn't know) DOES Frieza have anger management problems? CAN his mother pay for his extensive counseling? WHY am I going off topic? ALL this and MORE shall be revealed in the next chapter..THE FIGHT BEGINS. (orginal title, right? YES, it is.) Thank you.and please review.