Post by Tomoka on Feb 26, 2017 1:57:26 GMT
His eyes open, for the first time in days.
He had been dreaming. Dreaming of many things.
What is usually expected after the level of brutality he had just experienced. He was in the middle of a dream about a certain saiyan woman he had seen while on the net back at the academy, when he suddenly drifted back into consciousness without warning.
He had expected the nameks would at least provide him with the common courtesy of a healing tank, but, alas, he was devoid of that luxury. Instead, his arms and legs were put on restraints on a cot, in what looked to be a cell. He tried turning his head more, but he groaned with pain as the rest of his body cracked, the broken bones grinding against one another. He quickly stopped moving, realizing that if he tried, there would be pain.
A lot of pain.
So, he lay there. For hours. He looked around, and tried to assess where he was.
The cell was small, and old looking. It had dark walls, a black, smooth stone, and a small viewing hole out into the sky. It was bright, as it always was on the planet. He stayed like that for a while, unable to do anything.
It wasn't fun. At all.
Finally, a guard came in, and he tried to smile.
"Oh... hi." he said, grinning. The guard rolled his eyes, and shoved a plant in front of him. He was confused.
"Eat!" He barked at him. Tomoka stared, and the guard put his hand on his arm, and began to twist.
Tomoka screamed, the agony enormous. He'd be more composed, but this was to much. To much. To much to much to much.
He brought his hand up, using every bit of his strength to punch the guard. The guard was hit square under the chin, and Tomoka screamed again as his broken hand made contact with the namek's chin. The guard quickly recovered, and shoved the plant in his mouth.
For a saiyan who's diet which primarily consisted of meat, it was no pleasant. He forced it down, swallowing it. He spit out a bit, but the guard didn't care. He walked out, and the door sealed. Tomoka was in pain all over, angered, scared, and ashamed. He was a saiyan elite, and he was now stuck in a cell, god knows where, not even able to hurt a namek who was probably keeping his power down. He lay there, and he waited.
More days passed, and after around a week, he was able to move, but barely. The restraints were still there, and had actually been tightened on several occassions, as his strength was slowly coming back to him. Whatever they were giving him was obviously increasing the rate he was healing at, as it would take several months to heal the massive amounts of wounds he had taken. By week 2, he was able to sit, and the guard didn't have to force feed him. So, on one particular day, he was sitting in his cell, whistling an old war song he had heard back in the academy. He grinned, glad that he would soon heal. He knew he would be stronger when fully healed, so a new guard would have to be stationed. Someone who was strong enough to contain him.
And one day... someone came to take the cake.