Vegeta Dialectical Journal

In the absence of light all shadows become, themselves unseen, mingled into one another creating a monster of darkness. In the belly of darkness sulks great power, lurking in the veins of the beast who wields it. Seethingly the muscular sayian prowled to and fro relentlessly pacing vainly hoping it will ease the anxiety.

Here, his Sayian eyes see in a gray tinged sheen, clear but dull cast. Still, Vegeta feels it's intensity a suffocating sense to the air that stings him in the worse of ways. No nothing can compare to this aggitation, where was the woman? Where was the light and the power to run the gravity simulator which now serves as a voided entrapment.

Squeezing anxiety contracted his innards, panic fluttering like a wayward bird within his breast. They were here, the

"Woman release me!"

Flinching at how weak it sounds leaving his mouth hastily moving to stand before the door he hears the faint sliding of her hands from the metal and absently he traces their paths with his own from inside the chamber. Through thick leather gloves the doors coolness is unfelt, heat instead floods his frigid stomach with a thunk his head plops carelessly against the reinforced steel.

"It's okay Vegeta", she uses the tone she used for Goku on the nights he clung to her sweating from nightmares of giant apes and moon light,"I'm going to fix this just give me 3 minutes."

The loss of her hands through metal only aid in the intensity of this suffocating void he is caged within. Tearing free from his sanctuary may banish any hopes of legendary power to face the androids with yet, remaining is proving to painful for the Prince.

Silence follows her decree the tiny speaker dying out with a crackling whine. Alone again he felt the unease slinking in, the sudden promise of freedom only aided his anxious state the seconds stretching lazily into