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 - 25
Vegeta wasn’t the only prisoner still trapped in his cell. It seemed others hadn’t made the cut and had been left to die. They screamed and pounded against the shielded glass, watching just as helplessly as he as the battle raged outside. It was no wonder the guards weren’t paying anymore mind to him as he shouted at them.
“You have to listen to me!!!” Vegeta screamed, leaning as close to the glass as he could, “You’re dealing with a force none of you have the strength to contend with! You must release me, right now!!!”
He gritted his teeth as a blur of red and black tumbled past. So this is what battles looked like to low-class warriors and weaklings. More red blurs shot around in front of his cell, his eyes darting to try to keep up with them, squinting against the blinding light of an energy blast that sent the red blurs flyi
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 24
It was dark in Sepis’s room as he entered it. That was how he always kept it, even when he turned the lights on it was still dim. Like Nevrrest, he too arranged his quarters in a way that reminded him of home. He wandered about, his eyes glowing in the darkness, switching his computer monitors on. Taking a chair, he sat before them, staring emptily into those screens, his head resting in his hands.
“I don’t want to believe it…” he whispered, his antenna shivering, “But if it is…if it really is…does it still make it right? Oh friend Nevrrest, what have we done? Worse…” His visage turned to that of terror and horror. “What are we about to do…?”
His mind filled with a room…a room not a soul but he and Nevrrest knew existed. It was the kind of room that gave him nightmares.
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 23
Vegeta grunted with surprise as the green Bulma slowly dissolved into blue light, shimmering and vanishing. His brow lowered. It seemed Misado’s magic had run out. And before he’d had a chance to ask about Trunks…but surely he was fine. Bulma would have said something if he wasn’t. The cell once more filled with cold silence, Vegeta returned to staring up at his namesake on the cell wall.
Ti-ti-ti-tap. Ti-ti-tap-tap. The most anxious knocking Vegeta had ever heard. Vegeta’s brow lowered in bemusement and he looked over his shoulder to a huddle, little insectoid, his digits stretched out over the glass and staring at him with large, bulgy eyes and quivering feathered antenna.
“The Arlian,” Vegeta observed. His brow lowered further. “How long have you been there?” Sepis stared at him, his fist
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 22
That door remained closed a long while yet, longer than most had expected. When the three finally emerged, the room when instantly quiet. Nevrrest returned to her side of the platform and Misado to its. Goku tried to read from Nevrrest’s face what had happened, but it was unclear. She looked unreadable and angry. The judicial panel sat tall in their seats as Nettelish came to stand at her podium.
For a long moment, she waited in silence. Her hands touched the orbs. “It has been decided,” she announced, “Maximum sentencing as bargained by the Prosecution…execution.” Goku’s throat muscles tightened and Vegeta’s brow lowered. “Minimum sentencing as bargained by the Defense…”
This is it! thought Goku, his heart racing, Come on…!
“…Ten years, starti
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 21
While Dreeke by far was the most important of the witnesses, but he wasn’t the last. There weren’t that many – Vegeta had never been exactly sloppy when it came to doing his work – but each one was very poignant in their tales. As the minutes slipped into hours, Vegeta started to lose track, the accusations all blurring together in into a giant outcry. He hated it. He almost wished they could just take his head and be done with it rather than having to sit through this debacle. He could feel thousands of eyes on him, Nevrrest’s every word making them scream for blood.
As yet another witness left the platform, Vegeta looked accusingly at his fellow Saiyan. “What are you planning, Kakarot?”
To his frustration, Goku just smiled and giggled. “Oh you’ll see. It’s going to be great.”
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As these three spoke, a Blecha’s talons dug grooves into the tabletop of her station, her beak clenched and magenta eyes quivering in an explosion of mixed emotion and rage. Laswe saw off the last of the guards as order continued to be restored to the courtroom, hearing the hushed murmurs rippling through the stands. Laswe buzzed into the air, flying over the central platform. He paused, noticing the concealed expression on Nevrrest’s face and little looks and occasional tiny smiles passed between the two Saiyans. His jelly skin took on a brighter hue and he tittered as he returned to the judicial booth, giving soft, squeaky laughs as he landed in his chair.
Oom’Bagu gave him a weary, questioning look. “You find something in all this amusing, Justiciar Laswe?” he asked pointedly.
“Not amusing so much as baffling, Oom’Bagu.” He eyed Gok
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 19
Goku appeared in a waiting room that looked more like a greenhouse, every corner of it filled with leaves and flowers. He took the fruit from his mouth, taking a bite as he did so, and smiled. “Hey Misado! I miss anything?”
A vine took the fruit from his hand just as he was about to take a second bite. “You did not, golden one.” Goku pouted a little as Misado grasped his case of capsules and put the partly eaten fruit away. “We will be entering the courtroom soon. Do you recall where you will be seated, Son Goku?”
“Yep,” Goku gave the avatar a thumb up, “The platform in the center of the courtroom on the right side. I made sure to memorize everything you told me.”
“We had to dedicate much to memory as well…for we have never stood on the right or left of an accused before.&