章節 72: Ch. 72: Vegeta Wakes
"Haah, ha! I've got you now, Pigero!" Yamcha shouted.
"You sure about that?" King Kai muttered under his breath, watching his two students' sparring match. It was pretty one sided, in King Kai's eyes. The boys were pretty equal in talent, but Yamcha and Pigero had two things that created a wide gap between their abilities. The first was...
"Grey mode!" Pigero easily dodged Yamcha's attack before driving a bone crushing blow right into the back of the older fighter's neck.
Prior knowledge of martial arts. When they'd originally gotten off of Snake Way, Yamcha had a massive advantage over Pigero in terms of experience and overall power, but Hanna had taught Pigero a lot more about basic ki control than Yamcha could ever know. When he'd seen Hanna's Grey mode, and heard King Kai's mutterings about it, Pigero'd been able to use the scarce fundamentals he'd gained from his training with Hanna to recreate the technique. In fact, it was even stronger and more effective than the one that Hanna herself had been using (Because Hanna had toned it down, but nobody knew that).
Yamcha, on the other hand, knew a smattering of techniques picked up from Master Roshi over the course of his life, as well as a few that he'd managed to pool his knowledge together and figure out on his own. When he'd originally shown Pigero his Spirit Ball technique, for instance, the younger fighter had simply stretched his hand out and said, "Like this?" And created five of them, before using them to make a smiley face with dimples out of energy. Yamcha had been inconsolable for days as he tried to figure out how to replicate that (and mostly failed).
"I give up, Pigero. You're so much stronger than me now." Yamcha admitted defeat.
That was the second difference between the two. Though their amount of latent talent was almost identical, the two were like night and day in terms of work ethic. Yamcha tried, yes, but there was a point in which he'd just give up, unless you gave him a concrete reason to push forward. Pigero wasn't like that. He had a clear goal in mind for his future and was able to use what Hanna had taught him to push his limits as hard as he could to achieve it. At present, Pigero was wearing weighted clothes nearly ten times heavier than Yamcha's, yet the older man couldn't even put up a decent fight anymore. By now, Pigero was actually teaching King Kai more than King Kai was teaching him.
"That's enough for now, you two. Time for dinner!" King Kai called.
...
"Looks like the high and mighty prince Vegeta isn't so mighty after all, huh?" Appule cackled, looking over Vegeta's vitals for what felt like the hundredth time today. He was honestly a little scared. As it stood, it was almost certain in Appule's mind that Vegeta was going to be in a coma for the rest of his life, and that would have suited the Frieza Force soldier just fine, if Zarbon and Frieza hadn't been breathing down his back waiting for the Saiyan to awaken.
Appule pushed his fear down, cracking a joke instead to ease the oppressive atmosphere that the medical ward seemed to create, "You just stay here for a little while, okay? I'll go take a break. Wouldn't want you wandering off and getting hurt!" He cackled at himself for a moment, then met Vegeta's eyes.
'Wait... what...?' Appule barely had time to think before a bright light engulfed the entire room. "AAHHH!" He screamed as the medical ward exploded.
...
"How is Vegeta?" Frieza asked.
"Good. He should regain consciousness any time now." Zarbon lied, praying for his lie to somehow miraculously turn into the truth before Frieza killed him.
"Then I won't have to kill you. A pity, I've already put out a notice that I'm searching for your replacement." Frieza remarked offhandedly. Just then, Frieza's ship shook and they heard an explosion. "What was that?"
"I don't know!"
"Find out!" Zarbon and Frieza rushed to the recovery room, but it was too late. By the time they got there, there was a hole in the wall and Vegeta was gone. Frieza ordered Zarbon to fly after him. "Now, Zarbon! Do you hear me!" Frieza shouted.
"I'll find him!" Zarbon shouted over Frieza's threats, flying out of the hole that Vegeta'd made.
...
Meanwhile, listening to them from the corridor outside, Vegeta laughed. "Seems they're all here." He muttered under his breath, "Almost too easy."
He raced through the hallways of the familiar ship until he found the door that he was looking for. The cabin, otherwise known as Frieza's private viewing area. No place better for the tyrant to be keeping his Dragon Balls.
Vegeta laughed as he opened the door with the code he'd used back when he'd worked for the Frieza Force. 'Those idiots haven't even bothered changing it!' he thought with a laugh, seeing the Dragon Balls just out in the middle of the room, begging to be taken. 'Oh, Frieza! So overconfident, leaving even your precious Dragon Balls unguarded. That'll be your downfall!'
"Don't mind if I do! You lose, Frieza!" He said aloud, laughing.
He watched Zarbon fly around outside looking for him frantically, calling out for him until Frieza screamed something about 'holding him responsible' out the hole at him. Then, Zarbon's search turned up a notch, not that it mattered.
"Like they'll ever find me looking out there." Vegeta muttered, "At least I have the element of surprise on my side... Maybe that's all I need to escape from here! Yes!" Vegeta laughed once again, going to the hallway and sticking his head out.
He gathered a bit of energy in his hand before shouting down the hall "Hey! You looking for someone?!" and shooting it in a random direction. A perfect distraction.
Using the flames that his blast created as a cover, Vegeta shot an energy blast through the window overlooking the planet before tossing all of the Dragon Balls through it and following behind them before Frieza or Zarbon could react.
"My Dragon Balls!"
"VEGETA!!!!" Zarbon screamed.
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