Drip.
A faint glow becomes visible.
Drip.
Becomes a pinprick of light.
Drip.
The tiny pinprick suddenly bursts and spills over onto the horizon.
Morning is on its way.
Drip.
As the sun rises the ground is illuminated. Faint silhouettes, outlined by the red light of the rising sun, appear from the shadow and sharpen into clear images of cars and buildings.
The horizon line can hold no more light. It light streams across the across the cold pavement. Puddles of water become evident. The street is cracked. Shattered glass sparkles beneath broken windows.
Drip.
As colors become more distinguishable, several puddles look out of place. These puddles are tinged pink. Some are red.
Drip.
Tiny rivulets of blood stream from a manÕs face and fall to merge with a deep red puddle.
The man is dead.
Gloved hands clutch the dirt. His head lies to one side. Spiky black hair is half-submerged in murky pink water.
Dri...p
The rise of the sun is abnormally sluggish. It's as though it were reluctant to drag itself out of bed and face the sight of the broken city.
... Silence. No drip.
And now it can't tear its eyes away.
Vegeta awoke more quickly than he ever had before. His eyes were already open.
Blood had been dripping into a small pool of water at his chin. Many of the buildings around him had collapsed. His bones were fractured, chipped and shattered all over. Ki burns ran down his arms and back.
He prepared to sit up. He braced himself for the pain, sat up, and groaned.
What? No Pain?
What the hell...?
He checked to make sure he had even sat up and hadnÕt been imagining it.
He found himself lying on the ground
In fact, he found his body lying on the ground.
Oh. Dead.
Obviously.
The thought would have made his head hurt, if he hadn't left it behind moments ago.
'If I'm dead,' he thought 'why am I still he-'
He disappeared.
