This is a collage I made to represent who I am back when I was 18. It was put together rather simply, just using cuttings from magazines. But together, they tell a lot about myself symbolically.
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 11
Oom’Bagu finished his rounds of Prison Ship 7, receiving various reports on prisoner behavior, security procedures, and over all personnel conduct. After hours spent sifting through it all, he came across the latest report on Prisoner 0001. As he read it his muscle tensed and firmly decided it was time to pay the Saiyan prince a visit. Adjusting the buckles that held his battle baton against his shoulders, he headed down into Prisoner Compound Prime.
He found Vegeta as he usually did, sitting on his slab with head bowed and shackled arms dangling between his knees, moving little. Oom’Bagu’s brow lowered as he entered the code to the cell and scanned his palm. The transparent wall lifted and he stepped inside, the wall lowering again behind him.
Vegeta grunted and lifted his eyes to see who it was, growling softly when he saw the white fur and woven tunic. Just what he ne
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 10
Gohan was surprised when he came home to an empty house. He knew they were going to visit the Briefs while he was spending a few days of quality time with Videl, but he had figured they’d be back by now. It seemed they must have decided to extend the visit. Scratching his head as he checked for a note and finally shrugging, he took to the sky, heading for the city and Capsule Corp. As his boots touched the lawn, he immediately noticed something – it was strangely quiet, especially if his family was around there.
“Mom? Dad? Goten?” Gohan called, his hands on hips as he looked around, gradually walking toward the mansion door, “You guys here?” He paused as he heard the sound of trickling water and turned his head. “Oh, hey there, Mrs. Brief,” he greeted the blonde woman, spotting her watering the plants, “I’m looking for my fam
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 9
No one approached Goku as he returned to The Hammer. It wasn’t out of lack of desire to do so, there were many who had heard the rumors and wished to meet him, but everyone who drew close saw the cuts on his face and hesitated. More rumors quickly began to spread, bouncing between those who had seen the cuts and the ones nearly plowed over by Nevrrest. There was no hiding it – the two of them had gotten in some kind of scuffle. It wasn’t hard to guess over what. No one wanted to get involved in that, so they kept their distance.
Goku didn’t notice, his mind was too consumed with the situation at hand. Vegeta… Nevrrest…you two sure are a pickle. If she really hates Vegeta that much, there’s no telling what she might do. And her energy…it keeps changing. When I first saw her, I immediately recognized her as good…but back there in the
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 8
The journey was growing darker with each prison vessel, as was Oom’Bagu’s visage. In Prison Ship 5, there were very few prisoners allowed out of their cells. In Prison Ship 6, they weren’t allowed use of their hands, pairs meandering about in large cells with their forearms bound together. Goku felt an uneasiness growing in his chest as at last they approached Prison Ship 7, where the galaxy’s worst criminals were held, murders who had slaughtered millions, some who had blown up entire worlds. It honestly wasn’t a place he much wanted to be, but it was where Vegeta was, so it was exactly where he wanted to be.
Conversation between Oom’Bagu and Goku had all but ceased as they crossed the transit tube and passed through what seemed like an endless amount of blast doors. Goku looked around as the computer gradually let them through, wondering if Vegeta had passed this same wa
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 7
Among the fleet, Prison Ship 1 was a pleasant surprise. Goku had been confused at first, Oom’Bagu seemed happy to be going there as their first stop, smiling to himself. But soon he saw why as they pass through the airlock from the transit tube, crossing through a series of blast doors before entering a roomy space filled with many figures dressed in either black or white. The black garbed ones were guards, they were dressed the same as the ones who had greeted him. And the white ones were…
“Warden!” cried a white-garbed alien with an elongated head and spotty skin, “Good to see you again! I saw you caught yourself a big fish this time – Prince Vegeta!” The alien looked down and shuddered. “Real cold-hearted brute, that one. Only saw him in person once and eesh!”
“It is so,” Oom’Bagu nodded th
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 6
Goku tried to relax as he stood on the deck of Capsule Corp Ship 15, but he honestly hadn’t been able to since Vegeta was taken. Bulma was hardly talking anymore. Chi-Chi was scared. The others were horribly worried. And Goku had to admit it to himself, he was afraid for his friend too. He blamed himself for not seeing this coming, for not anticipating that there would be others out there who would needed to forgive Vegeta. This wasn’t going to be easy, he didn’t even have much of a plan. Not really. All he could do is have faith that everyone involved in the end would do the right thing.
He gazed out one of the ship’s windows as he saw The Justice fleet come into view against the stars. If he wanted, he could have just instant transmissioned to it, but to have done so, he felt, would have been invasive and not helped the justiciars to trust him. How he handled
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 5
With the slow, deliberate motion of a colossus, The Justice capital ship, The Hammer, extended its airlock across to Prison Ship 7, allowing Oom’Bagu and the others to cross. The Hammer had no prisoners within its confines. It was a place instead for those who served justice. The justiciars all had their living quarters here, as did most of the fleet personnel. It was also where trials were conducted and meetings were held. Nevrrest had summoned them to one such conference hall, so there they went at a hurried pace, collectively concerned by their founder’s tone.
Nevrrest stood, irritably tapping one of her toes against the floor, her head jerking to the side as the door opened and the five justiciars filed in. “Hurry up, I can’t delay him any longer, he keeps trying to call back.”
“Who?” asked Laswe, his jelly-like body rippling disc