Post by Aspar on Nov 15, 2012 23:21:42 GMT -6
Inside a Medical Machine, a figure could be seen floating inside, respirator mask over his mouth. His eyes slowly opening, Aspar's mind would come back to life, as if he had woken up from a long but refreshing nap. The fluid from inside the chamber draining, the hatch would open, as Aspar was greeted by a mass of Saiyans whose faces he had never seen before. Pulling the respirator off, Aspar would slowly climb out of the chamber, a Saiyan boy clearly younger than him saluting before handing him a towel, which Aspar took gratefully.
Taking a good long look at his surroundings while he dried himself off, it was instantly apparent to him that this medical room was completely different from the one he had seen his father in before. Looking over at the boy standing beside him at attention, he would wave his hand, letting the boy know he could be at ease, the boy relaxing somewhat.
"This place, where am I?"
The boy would blink at Aspar in surprise, an incredulous look on his face, until he realized Aspar was serious, and would regard the veteran warrior with an expression of utmost seriousness.
"Sir, this is Planet Vegeta."
Dried off completely by this time, Aspar would wrap the towel around his waist and making his way through the crowd staring at him, would walk to where his clothes, armor and scouter were neatly folded and placed on top of.
"What is the date?"
Adjusting his armor, with a bit of appreciated, though not needed, in his opinion, help from the boy, he would pause, as if he didn't want to answer, before speaking up. Aspar had the right to know, after all.
"It-It's... 1776 sir..."
Aspar would immediately halt in mid-action as he made to place his scouter on, staring utterly blankly at the boy before snapping out of his stupor and grabbed the boy by the front of his body suit.
"S... 1776!? I've been recuperating for 1000 years!? Why didn't anyone let me out the moment I was fully healed!?"
"Because your father had the King promise to preserve you before he died, and preserve you we did. Your injuries were more dire than thought, and it took longer than usual to fully heal you of your injuries."
A soft but calming voice spoke up, as an older Saiyan walked into the room, his hands clasped behind his back, very much emanating the aura of a wise old sage with wisdom well beyond his years.
"Yes, you have been recuperating for 1000 years, and yes, it is indeed 1776. I am sure you have many a question to ask, but first we must evaluate how much strength you've lost during that time. Please follow me. Oh, and if you don't mind, could you please place my apprentice down? He's starting to suffocate."
The old man turning around in a slow but smooth motion, making it clear though old, he was still physically fit, which meant he was moving slow on purpose. Aspar turning back to the boy still in his grip, the boy's face already blue and borderline purple, he would promptly let the boy go, dropping him like a sack of potatoes, as the boy gasped for air while massaging his neck. Placing his scouter on, Aspar would follow after the old man, recognizing the symbol on the front of his armor as the Leader of the King's Elite, and was lead into a domed room, standing across from Aspar with a twinkle in his eye.
"Now then, show me what the son of Toma, the legendary "Sword of Vegeta" can do!"
Regarding the old man with a serious look, with a slight nod of his head, Aspar would disappear, reappearing behind the old man and going for a solid punch, only for the old man to disappear instantly. His arm still pulled back, Aspar would look around confusedly, only to feel a blow to the back of his head, sending him to the floor and knocking the veteran warrior out immediately. The old man letting out a hearty chuckle, a click could be heard as the speakers turned on, the voices of the people in the monitoring booth resonating throughout the room.
"Sir, his Power Level was only at 450. I'm afraid there wasn't very much to evaluate..."
Hours later, Aspar would come to on a bed inside a room, the light pouring through the window blinding him momentarily, as he slowly sat up on his bed, cradling his head in one hand.
"Ha ha... A one-hit KO. I must be getting too old for this... Agus... I will find you... Brother..."
Taking a good long look at his surroundings while he dried himself off, it was instantly apparent to him that this medical room was completely different from the one he had seen his father in before. Looking over at the boy standing beside him at attention, he would wave his hand, letting the boy know he could be at ease, the boy relaxing somewhat.
"This place, where am I?"
The boy would blink at Aspar in surprise, an incredulous look on his face, until he realized Aspar was serious, and would regard the veteran warrior with an expression of utmost seriousness.
"Sir, this is Planet Vegeta."
Dried off completely by this time, Aspar would wrap the towel around his waist and making his way through the crowd staring at him, would walk to where his clothes, armor and scouter were neatly folded and placed on top of.
"What is the date?"
Adjusting his armor, with a bit of appreciated, though not needed, in his opinion, help from the boy, he would pause, as if he didn't want to answer, before speaking up. Aspar had the right to know, after all.
"It-It's... 1776 sir..."
Aspar would immediately halt in mid-action as he made to place his scouter on, staring utterly blankly at the boy before snapping out of his stupor and grabbed the boy by the front of his body suit.
"S... 1776!? I've been recuperating for 1000 years!? Why didn't anyone let me out the moment I was fully healed!?"
"Because your father had the King promise to preserve you before he died, and preserve you we did. Your injuries were more dire than thought, and it took longer than usual to fully heal you of your injuries."
A soft but calming voice spoke up, as an older Saiyan walked into the room, his hands clasped behind his back, very much emanating the aura of a wise old sage with wisdom well beyond his years.
"Yes, you have been recuperating for 1000 years, and yes, it is indeed 1776. I am sure you have many a question to ask, but first we must evaluate how much strength you've lost during that time. Please follow me. Oh, and if you don't mind, could you please place my apprentice down? He's starting to suffocate."
The old man turning around in a slow but smooth motion, making it clear though old, he was still physically fit, which meant he was moving slow on purpose. Aspar turning back to the boy still in his grip, the boy's face already blue and borderline purple, he would promptly let the boy go, dropping him like a sack of potatoes, as the boy gasped for air while massaging his neck. Placing his scouter on, Aspar would follow after the old man, recognizing the symbol on the front of his armor as the Leader of the King's Elite, and was lead into a domed room, standing across from Aspar with a twinkle in his eye.
"Now then, show me what the son of Toma, the legendary "Sword of Vegeta" can do!"
Regarding the old man with a serious look, with a slight nod of his head, Aspar would disappear, reappearing behind the old man and going for a solid punch, only for the old man to disappear instantly. His arm still pulled back, Aspar would look around confusedly, only to feel a blow to the back of his head, sending him to the floor and knocking the veteran warrior out immediately. The old man letting out a hearty chuckle, a click could be heard as the speakers turned on, the voices of the people in the monitoring booth resonating throughout the room.
"Sir, his Power Level was only at 450. I'm afraid there wasn't very much to evaluate..."
Hours later, Aspar would come to on a bed inside a room, the light pouring through the window blinding him momentarily, as he slowly sat up on his bed, cradling his head in one hand.
"Ha ha... A one-hit KO. I must be getting too old for this... Agus... I will find you... Brother..."