Last time:
I reach my hand out to her, but am pulled back roughly and thrown to the floor.
"Mother!" I finally call after her, tears welling up in my eyes; but it is too late, she's already gone.
End Flashback:
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I'm beginning to hate having such a good Saiyan memory. It seems that everyday I'm away from the woman, I have more and more memory dreams. It's becoming unbearable, but, luckily, I'll be landing soon and then I can begin my training. Though I shouldn't be starting this soon, I should still be on Deveron, sharing stories with Terrak; his mention of his time in battle was most intriguing to me, though I was angry at the time. Damn woman! It's her fault all these things have happened. If it wasn't for her I would have been off that Kami forsaken mud ball much earlier.
"Good morning Vegeta." And that was another thing, the woman has developed an annoying habit of communicating with me frequently, as if she's reminding me of our unfortunately unsevered bond. "Well, of course that's why I keep contacting you. How else do you think I'll get you to come home?"
"You say it as if you think it'll happen. Foolish woman."
"Ah, but it will. That's just the thing. You even know it right now, but you're too damn stubborn to admit it. You're looking to shock me. Well, let me just say that nothing you do anymore shocks me."
"Kami, you're exactly right," I sighed sarcastically.
"I-I-I am?"
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "And next I'll be making peace with Kakarot, and we'll train together like good old friends."
"Ass," she snorts before her connection with me is broken with its usual sudden dead air.
Finally, I'm alone.
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My mother is sitting before me, high up on her thrown, the insolent Karrok at her side; they are both smiling. Why is it that I see them every time I close my eyes now? It's as if they are haunting me from the grave, pulling these memories from my brain and forcing them to the front so I am forced to view them over and over, every time my eyes are closed. I dread sleep now, and only go to bed when I'm in absolute need of rest. And then, the moment my eyes are closed, my mother and her male concubine are looming before me. Sometimes I see my father, always dressed in ceremonial attire, a red cape of velvet or silk, something fine, something he would never dream of wearing into battle. Though my mother dressed more like a warrior than he did, always pulling back her hair so she almost appeared like a man, her armor having a rougher, more worn look to it; never a cape and never gold; my father wore gold tipped boots, the same as I have worn before.
I open my eyes and my mother and Karrok fade from my vision, leaving only the blank ceiling. Why can't I escape these images? What do they mean? Is my mother trying to tell me something?
No.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, there had to be a reason, something triggered these images, and that dream I'd had.
"Vegeta, my darling," came my mother's sweet voice as she descended the steps from the thrown, her gown flowing beautifully behind her; it was the first time I'd heard her voice while not in a dream, while simply closing my eyes. This wasn't a memory, this had never happened before. "Life does not carry you well. You are hurting. I wish I could have been around to teach you better."
I snap open my eyes, trying to rid myself of her face, but it was as if she was imprinted on the ceiling, her face starring down at me with her odd smile, a smile of a woman who never smiles.
"Leave me!" I yelled at the image of her. "Leave me!"
"Vegeta, please listen to me."
"Leave me!" My eyes are closed again and she's there, clearer than with my eyes opened, her black eyes glistening in the light on hundreds of unseen candelabra.
"Do you remember what I told you, what I warned you of, when I was sent to my execution?"
I nod, for it's the only thing I can do and still feel sane.
"Your father has no doubt brainwashed you away from these thoughts." It was not a question. "Well, of course he has, he was an arrogant fool, exactly the way you turned out to be."
"How dare you!" I retort before I can stop myself.
"You're arrogant and heartless just like your father, and look how he turned out. Dead!"
"You loved and you're dead! What does that tell me!?" I'm too angry with my own imagination to realize she wasn't even there.
"I didn't die because of my ignorance. I'm dead because of your father's! He did this to me!"
"You did it to yourself! If you hadn't gone off to be that third class scum's harlot, he wouldn't have had to kill you!" I was gripping the sheets of the bed I was so angry.
"Listen to what you're saying Vegeta," she sighed. "You know how unhappy I was, both myself and your father. And I found happiness with Karrok. I died happy, knowing I chose what was right for me, not what the Saiyan society deemed worthy. Could you say that, if you died today? Could you say you died happy?"
I tried to block her out, to push all thoughts and visions of her away, the way the woman always did with me, but it was no use, the images were too strong, she was too strong.
"How are you speaking to me?" I demand stupidly, but I already know the answer.
"Otherworld, of course," she replied, as if we were having a normal conversation.
"Why now? I don't need you now!"
"And you needed me before?"
"Kami," I grunt, opening my eyes to glare at her blurry picture.
"What did you need me for before?"
"What do I need you for now?"
"Your mate."
"Kami. You're so ignorant mother." I close my eyes to get a better picture of her shocked expression. "Can't you see that I want nothing to do with her or her blasted son?"
"Yes, well, I've been watching you for your entire life from here, when I'm not training of course. You think I don't know of the unique bond you share?"
"Leave me."
"I will not. Not until you return to her. Stop depriving yourself of what you need most! You're not a martyr for love, Vegeta!"
"Love is nothing to me! I despise the word!"
"Ahh," she sighed, as if a thought had suddenly come to her. "Your father's son. He's taught you every possible thing he can that'll steer you from loving another. But he's failed, hasn't he? For you love this Bulma woman, you know this."
"I know that you are getting on my nerves. I don't remember you being this pesky."
"Insults can't turn me away. I'm going to get this through your thick skull."
"You watched me die and still you did nothing." Her face softens, as if I've hurt her. Good, I hope I have. She has no business prying into my life now; she's been gone for too much of it to have any say in what I do.
"I was bitter then, Vegeta." Her voice was small and sad now, quite a change from her angry and accusing voice I'd heard throughout the first eight years of my life. "I was angry that your life had been so meaningless and shallow, that your only ambition was to conquer Frieza and become immortal. Life isn't about power."
"What would you know? You're a woman." I regretted my words the moment they left my mouth. What was I saying? What did her being a woman have to do with anything? Kakarot claimed to love his harpy and he's a man, granted he's a moron, but still a man. "Forgive me mother. I didn't mean it."
"I pity your mate, Vegeta. And I pity you." Again I receive that horrible dead air that comes so abruptly I haven't the time to prepare for it.
"Pity me?" I laughed stupidly, as if some brain-dead crony were around to laugh with me.
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It's been days since the woman or my mother has made contact with me. Good. That's the way it should be. My mother is dead, and the woman is as good as dead. I don't need them in my life, screwing everything up when I've finally reached the point in my life I've been striving for since Frieza; freedom. Free from bondage, free from responsibilities, free from everything.
But freedom is quiet, dreadfully quiet. For the past few days I've been sitting, starring out the front window of my ship, my own breathing soundly painfully loud when I sigh or yawn. No one ever mentioned the silence to me when they spoke of freedom.
I try to occupy myself now and again, tinkering with spare parts for the ship, making little machines that spin around in circles; there aren't enough wires or pieces of metal to make something useful, but at least it keeps my mind focused. I can sit on the cold tile floor of the control room and create and take apart and create and take apart and create and take apart little spinning machines for hours. Soon enough my stomach kicks in and I eat, though I try to focus all my thoughts on the little spinning machines. I try not to think about my training, those thoughts always bring me back to childhood or training secession on Earth; I'll worry about those thoughts when I can actually train.
"Stupid thing," I mutter, poking the little machine I just made, trying to get it to move. "What's wrong with it?" I pick it up and open it's tiny hatch on the top, checking the wires to make sure they're hooked up right. I notice right away that I switched the green and blue wires. I fix the problem, then flick the switch on the side; it immediate jumps to life, it's tiny stick-like legs unfolding so it can stand and walk about in circles; it reminded me of an Earthling food, a hamburger, but with twig legs. It's different from the other machines I've made, for those were beginning to bore me and cause my mind to wander; this little creation took me seven hours to complete and was much more complex than the other ones.
I gather up the mechanical hamburger and carry it to the table, dropping it on its side. It struggles for a moment, then pulls itself upright and begins it's laps around the salt and pepper shakers. I keep my mind focused on the little machine and the food I'm about to put on my plate, pushing any unwanted thoughts away as quickly as they come rushing at me.
Giving into temptation, I choose hamburgers for my dinner, and quickly start the task of devouring them all, while watching the metal burger walk in circles, thinking of how I can make it do more.
"I didn't know you were so handy."
"Damn," I mutter, swallowing a hard lump of burger. "I thought you'd decided to leave me be."
"Never."
"You'll tire of it in a few months, when you finally realize I'm not returning."
"Your mother is an amazing woman."
I was so shocked and so completely unprepared for that statement to come out of her mouth, that I spit all the contents of my mouth all over the table, knocking the tinker machine over.
"We just had the best conversation. You were so cute when you were a boy."
"You're not allowed to talk to her!" I snap before I realize that I can't control who my mother speaks to, for it was her choice to contact the woman.
"Oh be quiet. We only talked and she showed me her memories of you. Kami. Don't be so uptight."
"You're such a hypocrite," I sigh, taking a huge bite of another burger.
"Me? How?" she laughs; I can almost see her face.
"You used to banish me from seeing you, simply because you didn't wish for my company, and I would leave you alone. And here you are, doing the same to me, though you're going way out of line."
Before she can answer I cut off out connection to one another, pushing as hard as I can all the thoughts, images, and memories of her out of my mind. See how she likes being cut off so abruptly.
I finish my meal, and feeling fully renewed and quite awake, I set to the task of disassembling the hamburger machine to create something more complicated. I take my usual seat on the floor of the control room, and immediately begin gutting the little tinker, tossing its innards on the floor.
"Approaching a meteor shower," the mock feminine voice of the computer drones. I ignore it; I'd traveled through four others before this one, and none had been a threat as the ship told me it would be. I grab for the screwdriver, though instead end up being hurled into the side of the control panel.
"What the h-" The ship shakes violently, and I immediately jump to my feet, checking the controls and trying to figure out what was going on; I'd completely forgotten about the meteors, until I saw them zooming by the ship, missing the window by mere inches. I attempt to manual override the system and steer the ship out of the way, but there's a problem, the ship won't listen to my commands. I continue pounding in codes, but all I see is ERROR in neon red letters. Furious, I slam the control panel, my fist easily breaking through the thin metal. I rip it from the panel, ignoring the excessive blood that dripped from it and onto myself and the floor. "Damn useless piece of shit!" I howl, pushing the buttons again, trying desperately to override the automatic maneuvers. But it's no use, I think, as I feel the ship begin to plummet; I'm done for.
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"Vegeta," I hear faintly, though the voice seems to be cloudy and distant. I try to open my eyes to see whose calling my name, though only find brilliant white light. "Vegeta." The person is male, I know for sure. But who? And how do they know my name? And where am I? "Vegeta, can you hear me?"
"Yes," I say, but they don't seem to hear me, and continue calling my name. "Yes," I say louder; this time I'm heard.
"Vegeta! It's Terrak! I came as soon as I heard. You're fine, you'll be fine."
"What are you talking about?" I hiss; I hate being completely clueless as to what's going on. I still can't see him, only the light. "And why are the lights so bright?"
"Well-er-you see," he mumbles. "Something-er-happened and er-"
"Spit it out already!" I know I haven't the strength to yell, though I don't know what's happened to me, but I strain my voice anyway.
"When your ship crashed something hit a nerve in your brain."
"And?" His abrupt pause wasn't helping my anger. But wait, what was he doing here? I was too far from Deveron to have crash-landed there. What in Kami's name was going on?
"You have a rare blindness. Sort of a reversal, you see bright light instead of pitch darkness."
I couldn't speak, no words came to my mind except: blind.
I was blind? Me, the warrior prince of the Saiyan race, blind? No. Impossible. It was too bizarre to fathom. He was wrong; he was only toying with me. He should turn off those lights before I get too angry with him.
"The doctors are searching for a cure, they're working tirelessly."
"What doctors?" I groan, refusing to believe that I'd lost my vision in a stupid ship accident that didn't even take my life.
"The Maydel Doctors."
"Maydel? I'm on MAYDEL?"
"Yes."
"How did you get here?"
"I took the soonest ship I could when I heard; the Trans-Gala comes in quite handy."
"How long have I been out?"
"Weeks."
"WEEKS!?"
"You were in a coma for a few weeks. They were afraid to operate while you were out. Your condition isn't serious enough that you'd need surgery to live, though you will need it to function to your liking."
"Wait, what?"
"Your paralyzed from the neck down," Terrak sighed. "But," he began before I could retort, "the doctors can bring you back to normal; they're quite advanced. You'll be back to your feet in no time."
"And training?"
"Yes, of course, training as well. But-er-your blindness will take some-er-some getting used to."
"I'm not blind," I huff, attempting to cross my arms, though find they are not moving as I'm commanding them to. What in Kami's name was I going to do now?
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---Chapter 12!! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm awesome! :P I was just typing a long, doo doo doo, when this idea of his ship crashing and him being injured popped into my head. Poor Vegeta, he's blind! L They best find a cure for him! Oh wait, heehee, I control that. But I'm not telling :P Hope every liked my chapter.
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I reach my hand out to her, but am pulled back roughly and thrown to the floor.
"Mother!" I finally call after her, tears welling up in my eyes; but it is too late, she's already gone.
End Flashback:
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I'm beginning to hate having such a good Saiyan memory. It seems that everyday I'm away from the woman, I have more and more memory dreams. It's becoming unbearable, but, luckily, I'll be landing soon and then I can begin my training. Though I shouldn't be starting this soon, I should still be on Deveron, sharing stories with Terrak; his mention of his time in battle was most intriguing to me, though I was angry at the time. Damn woman! It's her fault all these things have happened. If it wasn't for her I would have been off that Kami forsaken mud ball much earlier.
"Good morning Vegeta." And that was another thing, the woman has developed an annoying habit of communicating with me frequently, as if she's reminding me of our unfortunately unsevered bond. "Well, of course that's why I keep contacting you. How else do you think I'll get you to come home?"
"You say it as if you think it'll happen. Foolish woman."
"Ah, but it will. That's just the thing. You even know it right now, but you're too damn stubborn to admit it. You're looking to shock me. Well, let me just say that nothing you do anymore shocks me."
"Kami, you're exactly right," I sighed sarcastically.
"I-I-I am?"
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "And next I'll be making peace with Kakarot, and we'll train together like good old friends."
"Ass," she snorts before her connection with me is broken with its usual sudden dead air.
Finally, I'm alone.
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My mother is sitting before me, high up on her thrown, the insolent Karrok at her side; they are both smiling. Why is it that I see them every time I close my eyes now? It's as if they are haunting me from the grave, pulling these memories from my brain and forcing them to the front so I am forced to view them over and over, every time my eyes are closed. I dread sleep now, and only go to bed when I'm in absolute need of rest. And then, the moment my eyes are closed, my mother and her male concubine are looming before me. Sometimes I see my father, always dressed in ceremonial attire, a red cape of velvet or silk, something fine, something he would never dream of wearing into battle. Though my mother dressed more like a warrior than he did, always pulling back her hair so she almost appeared like a man, her armor having a rougher, more worn look to it; never a cape and never gold; my father wore gold tipped boots, the same as I have worn before.
I open my eyes and my mother and Karrok fade from my vision, leaving only the blank ceiling. Why can't I escape these images? What do they mean? Is my mother trying to tell me something?
No.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, there had to be a reason, something triggered these images, and that dream I'd had.
"Vegeta, my darling," came my mother's sweet voice as she descended the steps from the thrown, her gown flowing beautifully behind her; it was the first time I'd heard her voice while not in a dream, while simply closing my eyes. This wasn't a memory, this had never happened before. "Life does not carry you well. You are hurting. I wish I could have been around to teach you better."
I snap open my eyes, trying to rid myself of her face, but it was as if she was imprinted on the ceiling, her face starring down at me with her odd smile, a smile of a woman who never smiles.
"Leave me!" I yelled at the image of her. "Leave me!"
"Vegeta, please listen to me."
"Leave me!" My eyes are closed again and she's there, clearer than with my eyes opened, her black eyes glistening in the light on hundreds of unseen candelabra.
"Do you remember what I told you, what I warned you of, when I was sent to my execution?"
I nod, for it's the only thing I can do and still feel sane.
"Your father has no doubt brainwashed you away from these thoughts." It was not a question. "Well, of course he has, he was an arrogant fool, exactly the way you turned out to be."
"How dare you!" I retort before I can stop myself.
"You're arrogant and heartless just like your father, and look how he turned out. Dead!"
"You loved and you're dead! What does that tell me!?" I'm too angry with my own imagination to realize she wasn't even there.
"I didn't die because of my ignorance. I'm dead because of your father's! He did this to me!"
"You did it to yourself! If you hadn't gone off to be that third class scum's harlot, he wouldn't have had to kill you!" I was gripping the sheets of the bed I was so angry.
"Listen to what you're saying Vegeta," she sighed. "You know how unhappy I was, both myself and your father. And I found happiness with Karrok. I died happy, knowing I chose what was right for me, not what the Saiyan society deemed worthy. Could you say that, if you died today? Could you say you died happy?"
I tried to block her out, to push all thoughts and visions of her away, the way the woman always did with me, but it was no use, the images were too strong, she was too strong.
"How are you speaking to me?" I demand stupidly, but I already know the answer.
"Otherworld, of course," she replied, as if we were having a normal conversation.
"Why now? I don't need you now!"
"And you needed me before?"
"Kami," I grunt, opening my eyes to glare at her blurry picture.
"What did you need me for before?"
"What do I need you for now?"
"Your mate."
"Kami. You're so ignorant mother." I close my eyes to get a better picture of her shocked expression. "Can't you see that I want nothing to do with her or her blasted son?"
"Yes, well, I've been watching you for your entire life from here, when I'm not training of course. You think I don't know of the unique bond you share?"
"Leave me."
"I will not. Not until you return to her. Stop depriving yourself of what you need most! You're not a martyr for love, Vegeta!"
"Love is nothing to me! I despise the word!"
"Ahh," she sighed, as if a thought had suddenly come to her. "Your father's son. He's taught you every possible thing he can that'll steer you from loving another. But he's failed, hasn't he? For you love this Bulma woman, you know this."
"I know that you are getting on my nerves. I don't remember you being this pesky."
"Insults can't turn me away. I'm going to get this through your thick skull."
"You watched me die and still you did nothing." Her face softens, as if I've hurt her. Good, I hope I have. She has no business prying into my life now; she's been gone for too much of it to have any say in what I do.
"I was bitter then, Vegeta." Her voice was small and sad now, quite a change from her angry and accusing voice I'd heard throughout the first eight years of my life. "I was angry that your life had been so meaningless and shallow, that your only ambition was to conquer Frieza and become immortal. Life isn't about power."
"What would you know? You're a woman." I regretted my words the moment they left my mouth. What was I saying? What did her being a woman have to do with anything? Kakarot claimed to love his harpy and he's a man, granted he's a moron, but still a man. "Forgive me mother. I didn't mean it."
"I pity your mate, Vegeta. And I pity you." Again I receive that horrible dead air that comes so abruptly I haven't the time to prepare for it.
"Pity me?" I laughed stupidly, as if some brain-dead crony were around to laugh with me.
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It's been days since the woman or my mother has made contact with me. Good. That's the way it should be. My mother is dead, and the woman is as good as dead. I don't need them in my life, screwing everything up when I've finally reached the point in my life I've been striving for since Frieza; freedom. Free from bondage, free from responsibilities, free from everything.
But freedom is quiet, dreadfully quiet. For the past few days I've been sitting, starring out the front window of my ship, my own breathing soundly painfully loud when I sigh or yawn. No one ever mentioned the silence to me when they spoke of freedom.
I try to occupy myself now and again, tinkering with spare parts for the ship, making little machines that spin around in circles; there aren't enough wires or pieces of metal to make something useful, but at least it keeps my mind focused. I can sit on the cold tile floor of the control room and create and take apart and create and take apart and create and take apart little spinning machines for hours. Soon enough my stomach kicks in and I eat, though I try to focus all my thoughts on the little spinning machines. I try not to think about my training, those thoughts always bring me back to childhood or training secession on Earth; I'll worry about those thoughts when I can actually train.
"Stupid thing," I mutter, poking the little machine I just made, trying to get it to move. "What's wrong with it?" I pick it up and open it's tiny hatch on the top, checking the wires to make sure they're hooked up right. I notice right away that I switched the green and blue wires. I fix the problem, then flick the switch on the side; it immediate jumps to life, it's tiny stick-like legs unfolding so it can stand and walk about in circles; it reminded me of an Earthling food, a hamburger, but with twig legs. It's different from the other machines I've made, for those were beginning to bore me and cause my mind to wander; this little creation took me seven hours to complete and was much more complex than the other ones.
I gather up the mechanical hamburger and carry it to the table, dropping it on its side. It struggles for a moment, then pulls itself upright and begins it's laps around the salt and pepper shakers. I keep my mind focused on the little machine and the food I'm about to put on my plate, pushing any unwanted thoughts away as quickly as they come rushing at me.
Giving into temptation, I choose hamburgers for my dinner, and quickly start the task of devouring them all, while watching the metal burger walk in circles, thinking of how I can make it do more.
"I didn't know you were so handy."
"Damn," I mutter, swallowing a hard lump of burger. "I thought you'd decided to leave me be."
"Never."
"You'll tire of it in a few months, when you finally realize I'm not returning."
"Your mother is an amazing woman."
I was so shocked and so completely unprepared for that statement to come out of her mouth, that I spit all the contents of my mouth all over the table, knocking the tinker machine over.
"We just had the best conversation. You were so cute when you were a boy."
"You're not allowed to talk to her!" I snap before I realize that I can't control who my mother speaks to, for it was her choice to contact the woman.
"Oh be quiet. We only talked and she showed me her memories of you. Kami. Don't be so uptight."
"You're such a hypocrite," I sigh, taking a huge bite of another burger.
"Me? How?" she laughs; I can almost see her face.
"You used to banish me from seeing you, simply because you didn't wish for my company, and I would leave you alone. And here you are, doing the same to me, though you're going way out of line."
Before she can answer I cut off out connection to one another, pushing as hard as I can all the thoughts, images, and memories of her out of my mind. See how she likes being cut off so abruptly.
I finish my meal, and feeling fully renewed and quite awake, I set to the task of disassembling the hamburger machine to create something more complicated. I take my usual seat on the floor of the control room, and immediately begin gutting the little tinker, tossing its innards on the floor.
"Approaching a meteor shower," the mock feminine voice of the computer drones. I ignore it; I'd traveled through four others before this one, and none had been a threat as the ship told me it would be. I grab for the screwdriver, though instead end up being hurled into the side of the control panel.
"What the h-" The ship shakes violently, and I immediately jump to my feet, checking the controls and trying to figure out what was going on; I'd completely forgotten about the meteors, until I saw them zooming by the ship, missing the window by mere inches. I attempt to manual override the system and steer the ship out of the way, but there's a problem, the ship won't listen to my commands. I continue pounding in codes, but all I see is ERROR in neon red letters. Furious, I slam the control panel, my fist easily breaking through the thin metal. I rip it from the panel, ignoring the excessive blood that dripped from it and onto myself and the floor. "Damn useless piece of shit!" I howl, pushing the buttons again, trying desperately to override the automatic maneuvers. But it's no use, I think, as I feel the ship begin to plummet; I'm done for.
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"Vegeta," I hear faintly, though the voice seems to be cloudy and distant. I try to open my eyes to see whose calling my name, though only find brilliant white light. "Vegeta." The person is male, I know for sure. But who? And how do they know my name? And where am I? "Vegeta, can you hear me?"
"Yes," I say, but they don't seem to hear me, and continue calling my name. "Yes," I say louder; this time I'm heard.
"Vegeta! It's Terrak! I came as soon as I heard. You're fine, you'll be fine."
"What are you talking about?" I hiss; I hate being completely clueless as to what's going on. I still can't see him, only the light. "And why are the lights so bright?"
"Well-er-you see," he mumbles. "Something-er-happened and er-"
"Spit it out already!" I know I haven't the strength to yell, though I don't know what's happened to me, but I strain my voice anyway.
"When your ship crashed something hit a nerve in your brain."
"And?" His abrupt pause wasn't helping my anger. But wait, what was he doing here? I was too far from Deveron to have crash-landed there. What in Kami's name was going on?
"You have a rare blindness. Sort of a reversal, you see bright light instead of pitch darkness."
I couldn't speak, no words came to my mind except: blind.
I was blind? Me, the warrior prince of the Saiyan race, blind? No. Impossible. It was too bizarre to fathom. He was wrong; he was only toying with me. He should turn off those lights before I get too angry with him.
"The doctors are searching for a cure, they're working tirelessly."
"What doctors?" I groan, refusing to believe that I'd lost my vision in a stupid ship accident that didn't even take my life.
"The Maydel Doctors."
"Maydel? I'm on MAYDEL?"
"Yes."
"How did you get here?"
"I took the soonest ship I could when I heard; the Trans-Gala comes in quite handy."
"How long have I been out?"
"Weeks."
"WEEKS!?"
"You were in a coma for a few weeks. They were afraid to operate while you were out. Your condition isn't serious enough that you'd need surgery to live, though you will need it to function to your liking."
"Wait, what?"
"Your paralyzed from the neck down," Terrak sighed. "But," he began before I could retort, "the doctors can bring you back to normal; they're quite advanced. You'll be back to your feet in no time."
"And training?"
"Yes, of course, training as well. But-er-your blindness will take some-er-some getting used to."
"I'm not blind," I huff, attempting to cross my arms, though find they are not moving as I'm commanding them to. What in Kami's name was I going to do now?
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---Chapter 12!! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm awesome! :P I was just typing a long, doo doo doo, when this idea of his ship crashing and him being injured popped into my head. Poor Vegeta, he's blind! L They best find a cure for him! Oh wait, heehee, I control that. But I'm not telling :P Hope every liked my chapter.
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Next time: Vegeta struggles to do the simplest tasks after surgery. (He needs a damn regeneration tank! Grr!)