Memory of the Sun

Chapter 10: Dragonballs & A Hostage

A/N: Another Luna vaporwave edit made by yours truly (▰˘◡˘▰) Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far!

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"How is he?" Zarbon asked, staring at the Saiyan Prince as he floated in the waters of the rejuvenation tank.

"He's holding steady. I've managed to stabilize his vital signs for now, but he's still in critical condition... He may never regain consciousness-"

"He's got to make it! You revive him at all costs, do you understand?!" Zarbon insisted, sending a threatening glare towards Appule.

"Y-yes, sir."

If only that wench was here... Zarbon thought, clenching his fists as he remembered the trouble she was causing him. We'd be torturing answers out of him that much sooner... No matter, I'll find her eventually and she'll pay for making my life so difficult...

"Call for me right away if there are any changes in his condition." Zarbon ordered in a frustrated tone before leaving. He was not looking forward to informing Frieza of this momentary setback...

"Frieza's not going to be happy..." Appule stated, speaking to himself as he adjusted a couple dials on the machine. "At this rate, he'll never recover. I don't know, but it looks to me like the high and mighty Prince Vegeta really isn't so mighty after all, now is he?"

The purple alien chuckled, stepping towards the glass wall of the tank. "Well, I hope you do pull out of it, 'cause I'm gonna really enjoy watching Zarbon torture you to death. That oughta keep me entertained for a while... Tell you what, I'm gonna go take a little break. Just promise, you'll sit tight till I get back. I wouldn't want you to wander off and get hurt!" He finished, laughing at his own joke as the Saiyan in front of him opened his eyes suddenly.

"Huh?! Ahhhhhh!"

The rejuvenation tank lit up, glowing brightly for a few seconds before the whole room was bathed in a white light.

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In Frieza's quarters...

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"So then, how is he?" Frieza questioned, narrowing his eyes at Zarbon as he watched the teal man visibly shudder.

"He... He should regain consciousness anytime now!"

"Good. Then I won't have to kill you."

"Yes, Lord-"

A loud explosion rocked the ship as Zarbon was thrown off balance for a moment before recovering. "Huh... What? What in the blazes was that?!"

"Find out!" Frieza shouted angrily as the sound of another blast echoed through the halls.

"Damn! It came from the recovery room!"

"Well, don't just stand there!" The tyrant ordered as they both rushed towards the direction of the blast. When they arrived, the entire room was destroyed and a giant hole had been ripped through the side of the ship.

"H-he's gone! He must've flown off!" Zarbon exclaimed, completely shocked at how quickly the tables had turned.

Vegeta smirked to himself while listening to the two argue, wondering where he'd gone. They just keep underestimating the true powers of a Saiyan... He thought to himself, grinning as he continued to spy on their conversation from his hiding place in the next room.

"Go now! Do you hear me Zarbon?!" Frieza shrieked, positively livid at the man in front of him.

"I'll... I'll find him!"