[Vegeta's eyes shoot open the moment he regains consciousness. There's wet sand underneath him and freezing water lapping at his legs, helping to numb the throbbing pain he feels all over. He tries to stand and falls back down again, and settles for dragging himself out of the wet and into a sitting position.
His hand flies to his chest; no hole. Either he's alive, or this is hell. Which it very well could be, he realizes a moment later. He can see lights in the distance and smell the salt in the air, but nothing is as sharp as it should be. The roar of the ocean seems muted, every one of his senses dulled. And if this was hell- he reaches for his Ki to warm himself and finds nothing.]
So this is it. The honor of my race in the hands of a fool, and I don't even get to see the outcome.
[He looks at the ocean for a long moment before the cold gets to him, and he forces himself towards the lights.]
TWO
[The shock started wearing off at around the moment the first pamphlet was thrust into his hands. He glanced briefly at the cover before tearing the thing in half and leaping to his feet. The rage was returning in full force. A couple villagers reach for weapons and he's momentarily baffled by the insult.
Who in the galaxy hadn't heard of him? What idiots would dare challenge the Prince of all Saiyans --a nagging voice reminds him that his living subjects are a sum total of one, and he still isn't sure if that includes himself-- and expect to come out alive? Even without his ki... there weren't too many. He could take them.]
You! Tell me where I am at once! Even if this is hell, I expect that you can still feel pain.
Vegeta | Dragonball Z
[Vegeta's eyes shoot open the moment he regains consciousness. There's wet sand underneath him and freezing water lapping at his legs, helping to numb the throbbing pain he feels all over. He tries to stand and falls back down again, and settles for dragging himself out of the wet and into a sitting position.
His hand flies to his chest; no hole. Either he's alive, or this is hell. Which it very well could be, he realizes a moment later. He can see lights in the distance and smell the salt in the air, but nothing is as sharp as it should be. The roar of the ocean seems muted, every one of his senses dulled. And if this was hell- he reaches for his Ki to warm himself and finds nothing.]
So this is it. The honor of my race in the hands of a fool, and I don't even get to see the outcome.
[He looks at the ocean for a long moment before the cold gets to him, and he forces himself towards the lights.]
TWO
[The shock started wearing off at around the moment the first pamphlet was thrust into his hands. He glanced briefly at the cover before tearing the thing in half and leaping to his feet. The rage was returning in full force. A couple villagers reach for weapons and he's momentarily baffled by the insult.
Who in the galaxy hadn't heard of him? What idiots would dare challenge the Prince of all Saiyans --a nagging voice reminds him that his living subjects are a sum total of one, and he still isn't sure if that includes himself-- and expect to come out alive? Even without his ki... there weren't too many. He could take them.]
You! Tell me where I am at once! Even if this is hell, I expect that you can still feel pain.