KABOOM! A large explosion tore apart the rejuvenation tank and what fell from it was still a half damaged man who panted heavily while his remaining eye scanned the area to find several new faces who stared at him as if looking at a ghost. The effects of over a millennium of stasis rushed at him like a stampede which caused him to fall over as he attempted to regain his footing while his muscles tried to grasp gravity after all those years of slumber. A large scream exited his lips, his purple aura igniting which caused the small debris to flick at the doctors as they attempted to restrain the patient in hopes of sedation but in his moment of feral thought he lashed out with a punch which saw several of the medical staff on the floor gasping for air. At this point of time confusion riddled his mind and once he could stand, if not barely, he began to run outside the complex to find a shocking revelation, his beloved Empire was not what it was when he last saw it.
From the corner of his eye he could others running to his location as a small cloud of smoke trickled out a broken window with many of the strangers shouting for his restraint, it was only natural that he retaliated but inevitable as he had endured years and years of inactivity which saw his muscles wither away to almost nothing. It was thanks to the medical team which he had just attacked that he was now breathing and that his arm was replaced with a cybernetic appendage but he was still in no condition to take on seasoned fighters which saw the older Saiyan Warrior easily captured and taken to the Palace.
His body lay limp and he was merely being dragged along to the leader of this establishment, if he could fight he would but his body would not respond to his will.....for now he was at their mercy but mercy was the last thing on his mind as he continued to grasp what was happening as images of Frieza ran through his mind. He was suddenly dropped to his knees while his heavy head looked up to a single being next to a throne "*pant* Where am I...."
From the corner of his eye he could others running to his location as a small cloud of smoke trickled out a broken window with many of the strangers shouting for his restraint, it was only natural that he retaliated but inevitable as he had endured years and years of inactivity which saw his muscles wither away to almost nothing. It was thanks to the medical team which he had just attacked that he was now breathing and that his arm was replaced with a cybernetic appendage but he was still in no condition to take on seasoned fighters which saw the older Saiyan Warrior easily captured and taken to the Palace.
His body lay limp and he was merely being dragged along to the leader of this establishment, if he could fight he would but his body would not respond to his will.....for now he was at their mercy but mercy was the last thing on his mind as he continued to grasp what was happening as images of Frieza ran through his mind. He was suddenly dropped to his knees while his heavy head looked up to a single being next to a throne "*pant* Where am I...."