A Burden Shared Oct 31, 2018 23:44:34 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Oct 31, 2018 23:44:34 GMT -6
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Bubbling. Sloshing. It was such a familiar sound, and its reason for being so painfully similar. It simply goes to show that Saiyan's are far too headstrong for their own good. Vocado floated in a pod full of healing liquid, his wounds healing much faster than they would normally, if they would at all. He'd been brutalized in his fight with Kayen, and what did he have to show for it? He'd lost the crown, but he supposed Kayen didn't gain it either.
Blearily, his eyes opened, before promptly shutting. The liquid might rejuvenate its occupants, but it didn't mean it stung the eyes any less. He slapped his hand against the casing, looking for some sort of release system. Eventually, he pushed a button, and the juice began to drain. Vocado gurgled some stray liquid that found its way into his mouth as he tossed the rebreather off. Idly, he wondered if it strengthened his teeth at all.
Stepping out of the pod, he shook himself like a wet dog, drying his tail and most of his hair near-instantly. Taking a second to adjust, the King-- or rather, Saiyan Leader-- took in his surroundings. It seemed he was deposited in the Medical Bay. Had Kayen been sent here too? Maybe she'd already awoken.
"Talk about a headache..."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Vocado trudged around the small healing center, looking for his gear. It was only now that he realized how simple their base was. The med bay was nothing more than a bundle of healing tanks, a few tables and chairs, and a small window to look outside. At least these capsule buildings were easy to manufacture, he supposed.
"Now, to find my clothes. Then I can figure out if the base descended into chaos while I was out."