Post by Cooler on Aug 6, 2010 17:46:44 GMT -5
Vegeta woke up with a sore head; it felt like his head had been stomped on by an elephant. The Sayain remembered next to nothing, except his name. He opened his eyes to see the bright sun beating down on him. Vegeta raised his arm to block the glare; the scent around him was earthy.
Thinking this as odd, he rose up to see the crater he was in, and a broken Sayain pod in the middle. ‘Maybe this will explain my past’ Vegeta thought hastily running towards the broken pod.
Getting closer to the pod, Vegeta felt a rush of excitement, it looked very high end, and expensive. He got closer, and tried reading what the pod said. He looked at the words in vain, trying to decipher they’re meanings. It was useless; the Sayain grew irate at his defeat.
He prepared a large ki attack; only to find out he didn’t know how to use the move. This pushed the Sayain farther down the road of anger. In a rush of fury he went forward and almost punched the pod, before thinking to himself ‘Maybe someone here knows this language’.
He knew it would be best to find out his past, rather than destroy it. Then again, maybe he didn’t want to know his past. He was torn with (some gay word, that Microsoft word can’t spell check), he couldn’t decide on what to do. He decided that maybe a day of training would relieve the stress that he felt over the situation, and maybe he could figure out a plan to reveal his past.
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Thinking this as odd, he rose up to see the crater he was in, and a broken Sayain pod in the middle. ‘Maybe this will explain my past’ Vegeta thought hastily running towards the broken pod.
Getting closer to the pod, Vegeta felt a rush of excitement, it looked very high end, and expensive. He got closer, and tried reading what the pod said. He looked at the words in vain, trying to decipher they’re meanings. It was useless; the Sayain grew irate at his defeat.
He prepared a large ki attack; only to find out he didn’t know how to use the move. This pushed the Sayain farther down the road of anger. In a rush of fury he went forward and almost punched the pod, before thinking to himself ‘Maybe someone here knows this language’.
He knew it would be best to find out his past, rather than destroy it. Then again, maybe he didn’t want to know his past. He was torn with (some gay word, that Microsoft word can’t spell check), he couldn’t decide on what to do. He decided that maybe a day of training would relieve the stress that he felt over the situation, and maybe he could figure out a plan to reveal his past.
(Word Count=267)