Reanimation
OPENING
Desperation. Panic. Despair.
His heart hammered in his chest, each beat pulsing more blood from his shoulder wound. The pain from the puncture was not as intense as the agony that his home was going to be destroyed. Again. And he was helpless to stop it. Again. He struggled to get to his feet. If only his power could match his spirit, then he could have killed this stupid dragon. Could be a hero. Could be a normal person.
The ground was hard and gritty and rough against his skin. "You're not thinking of something," he berated himself, "You're missing something. There's a way to beat Syn, and you're just not seeing it." His muscles resisted before finally using up the last of their resources. He collapsed, his head dangling over the edge of the cliff.
He heard Syn's footsteps approaching him, but he couldn't resist the chuckle that rose from his throat.
"Have you lost your mind to the futility?" his enemy asked, a hint of laughter in his voice as well.
"Maybe," Vegeta whispered in response. He was aware of the blood sticking to his skin and clothes. So much blood. Too much blood.
A glimmer of hope existed.
Then consciousness left him.
