Ch.2 In the Cell
Anime_Freak/ GhnCreate
A small tear of misery ran down his face, filling the ship with the silence of lost hope.
Vegeta opened his eyes and noticed some mumbling somewhere around him. He was on a bed in a blue uniform that read: '67253' by the left shoulder. He sat up and reached automatically for his sword. Grasping air, he realized that he was defend-less against anyone. He stood up and looked at his hand. It was wrapped up and was healing. Vegeta looked around the room. A small rustling came from behind him. "I wouldn't bother. You'll get so sick of the place you'll wander why you even bothered to look around at first." A small thud of some man landing on the floor was heard behind Vegeta. It was apparently his roommate. "Yeah right. I'll be out of here so soon that I'll forget the retched place." He put his hands on his hips and spit onto the floor. "Sure, that's what you think now, but just wait. It's impossible to escape from Aucune Evasion Prison." Vegeta looked up at him. "No escape." He said. "What?" The man questioned. "Aucune Evasion is French. It means 'no escape'." Vegeta explained. "You know French then? Well that is interesting enough, but aren't you the legendary Black Streak?" He asked. "Eh? The Black Streak? What kind of street name is that?" He said, not impressed at all. "It is the name of a man who is said to be able to rob and murder people, only leaving a black streak of were he had been. He is wanted in three states." The man explained. "Humph. You amateurs are so easily impressed by the basics. I can do far worse than stealing and murdering." Vegeta grunted. The man's eyes got wide and his mouth opened slightly. "You are the Black Streak? Bu- but I thought that it was just a myth!" He said. "Right. Now what is your name?" He said. "I'm Despair." Despair said. "Is that just some crappy street name too?" Vegeta said. "No, that's my actual name." Despair explained. His cheeks flushed red a little of embarrassment. When's lunch?" Vegeta asked. "When they say you eat. You pee when you are told, and you sleep when you are told. No discussion." Despair had obviously been here awhile. "I am not following some stupid rules of a low class prison." Vegeta said. "No, no, you don't understand. Do you think that you were sent to some old run-down prison? No, this is the prison for the most wanted men ever. But I must warn you; some men here are extremely perverted. Even some guards are." Despair sat down. He smiled. "Might as well set down the rules. I get top bunk, there is cameras in some of the weirdest places such as the one you are stepping on," Vegeta looked down and stepped back. "Lunch is nasty, I suggest you eat dirt, and don't pick fights with the guards. They'll beat you to an inch of your life, then heal you, then beat you again." "I think I'll learn my own rules." He again made the small "Umph" sound, the spit out a cigarette. "Just what I needed." Vegeta stuck it into his mouth. "Uh, two questions, how did you do that, and how do you expect to light that thing?" Despair said. "Find out on your own time, and I have my ways." He regurgitated a small match and dried it off. He flicked it on his pants, and lighted it. Despairs eyes got wide. "We've never met!" He panicked. He jumped into the bed and covered himself with the covers, acting asleep. "People sure are weak for a most wanted prison." Vegeta grunted. He spit on the fire and swallowed the match again. In an instant about three or so guards ran to his cell. "Get him!" One screamed. He and the other two ran in the cell and one snatched the cigarette from Vegeta's mouth. "You know, that was mine." Vegeta smoothly said. He crossed his arms over his chest, and he grinned. "Now you owe me one." He kicked one of the men in the face. He swept around avoiding the others punching at him. He hit his own head on the tall one's then grabbed the other's arm and swung him around into an arm lock. "You are that sexy new prisoner, aren't you?" The guard said. "Sure am." Vegeta grinned. "And you're the last to see me." He whispered. A loud, sickening crack made Despair to sit up. He watched the guard fall to the ground. His neck was broken. "Whoa. I thought that they would have sent more than three cops to investigate a fire." Despair said. "They did." Vegeta pointed to the other fifteen cops at the cell door. "I hear that that one is the Black Streak!" One said. The cop's eyes grew bigger, and they stared at Vegeta thunderstruck. He took a step forward. A few of the guards panicked, and shot at Vegeta. He disappeared along with Despair. * * * "Where are we?" Despair looked around. He had no idea of where he was, or how he got there. It wasn't hard to notice that weapons were everywhere. It looked like they were in some sort of garage or shed. The place kind of looked neglected. "We are at my old hide-out. It's pretty basic, and I don't have many weapons stored here." Vegeta walked to a moth eaten couch and sat down. Despair couldn't believe his ears, 'not many weapons?' Was he mad? Every inch of the walls were covered in guns, knifes, swords, whips, ECT. He even had several boomerangs. "How did we get here?" He said. Vegeta grinned. "How else? We took my ship." Vegeta said. "A ship? What do mean?" Despair was now totally lost. "What I mean is my ship. You know, like a jet? But it's smaller and can fit only two people." Vegeta wasn't much on explaining things. "Hmmm, do you mind if a take a look?" Despair asked. "Well, alright. But only if you fix it up a little." He snapped his fingers, and a ship came rushing to the front of the shed. Despair stepped outside and stared in awe at the hovering jet-like ship. It was painted black, and was very narrow. "Wow, did you build this magnificent structure?" He asked. Vegeta shook his head 'no'. "I guess I better check it for defects or maybe a virus or something then." Despair sighed. He went inside then came back out a minute later out with a skateboard. "Hope you don't mind if I use this."
"Uh, sure." Vegeta said. He had no idea about mechanics, and hadn't any clue on what Despair had been doing. Despair lied down on the board and rolled underneath his ship. "I need tools." He said. Vegeta walked inside and after five minutes of looking in all his junk he found some. When he came back out he found Despair digging in the motor under the hood. "What are you doing to my ship?!" Vegeta yelled. He dropped the toolbox on his foot. "Dammit!" He slid his foot out from under the toolbox. "Shitty box." He whispered, holding onto his foot. He realized that he was still wearing the prison uniform. "I'm going to change. Don't try to get out of here. You'll die. Oh, and don't you dare ruin my ship." He stepped inside. Despair apparently wasn't listening because he was mumbling some technical stuff while working. He turned around. "Wow, there are the tools. Black Streak will eventually figure out there out here, so I won't bother him." He grabbed them and returned to work.
After a five straight hours Despair walked in as sweaty as ever. "Well, I'm all done. Man, your ship was a mess." He was covered in oil, and parts of his clothes were torn. "Um, would you happen to have spare set of clothes?" He said, looking at himself. Vegeta threw him a black tank top and camo pants. "Thanks. You can go give your jet a test run if you like." He walked into another room of the shed. Even though it was badly maintained, the place was still big. Despair walked out all dressed and clean. He had set some goggles on his head. It messed his hair even more, but he didn't seem to care. He had a pair of gloves on, which where black and had a square on the back cut off. Despair was a little surprised to see that Vegeta hadn't moved. "Have you taken the ship for a run yet?" He asked. "No. You are going with me. I don't trust you." Vegeta said. "Oh! Ok." Despair said. He walked out the door. Vegeta stood up from reloading his guns, and followed him. "Do you want front or back seat?" Despair asked. He opened the tampered glass that protected the cockpit. Vegeta looked at the sewed up leather seats, polished steering wheel, cleaned floor, and the weapons set neatly next to the front seat. He turned to the once regular glass, and noticed that it had been replaced with tampered glass. He tapped it, and unlike the old cover, it didn't crack. He looked at the outside again. It had been repainted, and the dents were gone. He pushed the button for the window wipers, and to his surprise, they actually worked! "You over did it Despair." Vegeta grinned. "I'll drive." He jumped in. Vegeta started up the engine, it purred cleaner than ever. He pulled back the gear stick, and off they went. "What do you say we have some fun with this baby?" Vegeta patted the backboard. "I don't care, just don't go wrecking it. I put a lot of work into this thing." Despair answered from the back seat. Vegeta did a loop-de- loop, then sped off into space. "Wow! I didn't know this thing could handle space!" Despair said. "Mm hum." Vegeta grinned. "Hey, check this out." He pushed a small blue button. The whole ship and themselves disappeared from sight. "Man, who built this magnificent ship?" Despair's voice was heard from behind. "My old partner." Vegeta grunted.
A small tear of misery ran down his face, filling the ship with the silence of lost hope.
A small tear of misery ran down his face, filling the ship with the silence of lost hope.
Vegeta opened his eyes and noticed some mumbling somewhere around him. He was on a bed in a blue uniform that read: '67253' by the left shoulder. He sat up and reached automatically for his sword. Grasping air, he realized that he was defend-less against anyone. He stood up and looked at his hand. It was wrapped up and was healing. Vegeta looked around the room. A small rustling came from behind him. "I wouldn't bother. You'll get so sick of the place you'll wander why you even bothered to look around at first." A small thud of some man landing on the floor was heard behind Vegeta. It was apparently his roommate. "Yeah right. I'll be out of here so soon that I'll forget the retched place." He put his hands on his hips and spit onto the floor. "Sure, that's what you think now, but just wait. It's impossible to escape from Aucune Evasion Prison." Vegeta looked up at him. "No escape." He said. "What?" The man questioned. "Aucune Evasion is French. It means 'no escape'." Vegeta explained. "You know French then? Well that is interesting enough, but aren't you the legendary Black Streak?" He asked. "Eh? The Black Streak? What kind of street name is that?" He said, not impressed at all. "It is the name of a man who is said to be able to rob and murder people, only leaving a black streak of were he had been. He is wanted in three states." The man explained. "Humph. You amateurs are so easily impressed by the basics. I can do far worse than stealing and murdering." Vegeta grunted. The man's eyes got wide and his mouth opened slightly. "You are the Black Streak? Bu- but I thought that it was just a myth!" He said. "Right. Now what is your name?" He said. "I'm Despair." Despair said. "Is that just some crappy street name too?" Vegeta said. "No, that's my actual name." Despair explained. His cheeks flushed red a little of embarrassment. When's lunch?" Vegeta asked. "When they say you eat. You pee when you are told, and you sleep when you are told. No discussion." Despair had obviously been here awhile. "I am not following some stupid rules of a low class prison." Vegeta said. "No, no, you don't understand. Do you think that you were sent to some old run-down prison? No, this is the prison for the most wanted men ever. But I must warn you; some men here are extremely perverted. Even some guards are." Despair sat down. He smiled. "Might as well set down the rules. I get top bunk, there is cameras in some of the weirdest places such as the one you are stepping on," Vegeta looked down and stepped back. "Lunch is nasty, I suggest you eat dirt, and don't pick fights with the guards. They'll beat you to an inch of your life, then heal you, then beat you again." "I think I'll learn my own rules." He again made the small "Umph" sound, the spit out a cigarette. "Just what I needed." Vegeta stuck it into his mouth. "Uh, two questions, how did you do that, and how do you expect to light that thing?" Despair said. "Find out on your own time, and I have my ways." He regurgitated a small match and dried it off. He flicked it on his pants, and lighted it. Despairs eyes got wide. "We've never met!" He panicked. He jumped into the bed and covered himself with the covers, acting asleep. "People sure are weak for a most wanted prison." Vegeta grunted. He spit on the fire and swallowed the match again. In an instant about three or so guards ran to his cell. "Get him!" One screamed. He and the other two ran in the cell and one snatched the cigarette from Vegeta's mouth. "You know, that was mine." Vegeta smoothly said. He crossed his arms over his chest, and he grinned. "Now you owe me one." He kicked one of the men in the face. He swept around avoiding the others punching at him. He hit his own head on the tall one's then grabbed the other's arm and swung him around into an arm lock. "You are that sexy new prisoner, aren't you?" The guard said. "Sure am." Vegeta grinned. "And you're the last to see me." He whispered. A loud, sickening crack made Despair to sit up. He watched the guard fall to the ground. His neck was broken. "Whoa. I thought that they would have sent more than three cops to investigate a fire." Despair said. "They did." Vegeta pointed to the other fifteen cops at the cell door. "I hear that that one is the Black Streak!" One said. The cop's eyes grew bigger, and they stared at Vegeta thunderstruck. He took a step forward. A few of the guards panicked, and shot at Vegeta. He disappeared along with Despair. * * * "Where are we?" Despair looked around. He had no idea of where he was, or how he got there. It wasn't hard to notice that weapons were everywhere. It looked like they were in some sort of garage or shed. The place kind of looked neglected. "We are at my old hide-out. It's pretty basic, and I don't have many weapons stored here." Vegeta walked to a moth eaten couch and sat down. Despair couldn't believe his ears, 'not many weapons?' Was he mad? Every inch of the walls were covered in guns, knifes, swords, whips, ECT. He even had several boomerangs. "How did we get here?" He said. Vegeta grinned. "How else? We took my ship." Vegeta said. "A ship? What do mean?" Despair was now totally lost. "What I mean is my ship. You know, like a jet? But it's smaller and can fit only two people." Vegeta wasn't much on explaining things. "Hmmm, do you mind if a take a look?" Despair asked. "Well, alright. But only if you fix it up a little." He snapped his fingers, and a ship came rushing to the front of the shed. Despair stepped outside and stared in awe at the hovering jet-like ship. It was painted black, and was very narrow. "Wow, did you build this magnificent structure?" He asked. Vegeta shook his head 'no'. "I guess I better check it for defects or maybe a virus or something then." Despair sighed. He went inside then came back out a minute later out with a skateboard. "Hope you don't mind if I use this."
"Uh, sure." Vegeta said. He had no idea about mechanics, and hadn't any clue on what Despair had been doing. Despair lied down on the board and rolled underneath his ship. "I need tools." He said. Vegeta walked inside and after five minutes of looking in all his junk he found some. When he came back out he found Despair digging in the motor under the hood. "What are you doing to my ship?!" Vegeta yelled. He dropped the toolbox on his foot. "Dammit!" He slid his foot out from under the toolbox. "Shitty box." He whispered, holding onto his foot. He realized that he was still wearing the prison uniform. "I'm going to change. Don't try to get out of here. You'll die. Oh, and don't you dare ruin my ship." He stepped inside. Despair apparently wasn't listening because he was mumbling some technical stuff while working. He turned around. "Wow, there are the tools. Black Streak will eventually figure out there out here, so I won't bother him." He grabbed them and returned to work.
After a five straight hours Despair walked in as sweaty as ever. "Well, I'm all done. Man, your ship was a mess." He was covered in oil, and parts of his clothes were torn. "Um, would you happen to have spare set of clothes?" He said, looking at himself. Vegeta threw him a black tank top and camo pants. "Thanks. You can go give your jet a test run if you like." He walked into another room of the shed. Even though it was badly maintained, the place was still big. Despair walked out all dressed and clean. He had set some goggles on his head. It messed his hair even more, but he didn't seem to care. He had a pair of gloves on, which where black and had a square on the back cut off. Despair was a little surprised to see that Vegeta hadn't moved. "Have you taken the ship for a run yet?" He asked. "No. You are going with me. I don't trust you." Vegeta said. "Oh! Ok." Despair said. He walked out the door. Vegeta stood up from reloading his guns, and followed him. "Do you want front or back seat?" Despair asked. He opened the tampered glass that protected the cockpit. Vegeta looked at the sewed up leather seats, polished steering wheel, cleaned floor, and the weapons set neatly next to the front seat. He turned to the once regular glass, and noticed that it had been replaced with tampered glass. He tapped it, and unlike the old cover, it didn't crack. He looked at the outside again. It had been repainted, and the dents were gone. He pushed the button for the window wipers, and to his surprise, they actually worked! "You over did it Despair." Vegeta grinned. "I'll drive." He jumped in. Vegeta started up the engine, it purred cleaner than ever. He pulled back the gear stick, and off they went. "What do you say we have some fun with this baby?" Vegeta patted the backboard. "I don't care, just don't go wrecking it. I put a lot of work into this thing." Despair answered from the back seat. Vegeta did a loop-de- loop, then sped off into space. "Wow! I didn't know this thing could handle space!" Despair said. "Mm hum." Vegeta grinned. "Hey, check this out." He pushed a small blue button. The whole ship and themselves disappeared from sight. "Man, who built this magnificent ship?" Despair's voice was heard from behind. "My old partner." Vegeta grunted.
A small tear of misery ran down his face, filling the ship with the silence of lost hope.