Drabble VI
Grateful
Word Count: 77
He remembered the uneven rocks stabbing into his chest, the grime oozing into his flesh as he struggled to breathe. Above him, the heaving of a great sword and the tension in the air as it prepared to fall down upon him. A fallen foe's plea called in the distance and the sword hesitated.
It was over fifty years in the making, but when Vegeta had learned enough of his pride and his luck he thanked Krillin.