Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 16Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 16 by SwanofWar
Lacor’s wet tongue rolled around the piece of fruit, slobbering it up into his jaws and chopping down on the thing, feeling the juices roll down his chin. A handful of small entries was hardly a banquet, but it was the first time he’d eaten something other than one of those damnable protein trays in four long years. To him, it might as well have been dishes straight off a god’s table. He knew he had to eat quickly, couldn’t risk one of the guards taking notice of his meal, but at the same time he did his very best to savor every moment of it.
Plus, there was still the delightful taste of blood in his mouth. There was no way for him to get back at Nevrrest for intentionally letting him get throttled by Vegeta, but he’d managed to vent his anger on her little shit of a minion. That was enough for him. Overall, it had been nothing short of an absolutely delightful day. &
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 15Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 15 by SwanofWar
Long before they reached the infirmary, Goku knew something was wrong. He could feel it in faint throb of Vegeta’s energy. So he was no longer walking casually next to Laswe. He was running.
“Hey—wait—Goku!” Laswe cried as he buzzed after him, struggling to keep up.
“Something’s wrong, Laswe!” Goku insisted, bolting even faster down the corridor, “I’m sorry, but we have to hurry—come on!”
Laswe huffed and puffed, gaining ground on him. “Come on! Subtle changes in energy can mean just about anything! You don’t know…” They slowed down and came to a halt, seeing the crowd of guards gathered outside the infirmary. “…That.”
Goku spotted the tower of white in the crowd, squeezing in through the bodies and running up to him. “Oom’Bag
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 14Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 14 by SwanofWar
They didn’t want to open at first. They were heavy and clinging to that sweet darkness, that thoughtless state of peace. But awareness came. He felt the metal welded to his neck. He felt the clamps that held him against the soft bed. The smell of sanitization chemicals made his nostrils tingle. Then there was his tail, the limb he’d been missing for so many years, now constantly aching from the vice that held back his strength. His fingers twitched and gripped the sheets. At least he had his hands back for the time being – but what a pathetic comfort it was.
As his eyelids finally lifted slightly, he realized there was a horrible itch in his throat. Opening his eyes a little more, he discovered the tube in his mouth. The damn thing was going straight down his esophagus. Immediately, he sought to remove it, but none of his limbs were available to pull it out.