Day Four: Morning

[Vegeta]

Vegeta continued to drag himself away from the scene of the fight. Two huge superpowered groups clashed and he was feeling a little worse for the wear. He had been blown a few hundred yards away and managed to get up and run before collapsing again. The fight had been ugly, one of the worst in recent memory. The Saiyan prince popped the lid on his medical case and began searching for something to use on his various wounds. ?Damnit!? He cursed, as a sharp edge lightly cut his hand. ?Where did Bra end up?? The prince sighed, his daughter seemed to have a better understanding of the contents of this medical case then he did. He grabbed at the first vial that rolled into view, popped the top right off and poured the liquid into his open wound. His teeth clenched as the caustic fluid ran into his wound, searing the flesh as it went. Blood dripped from his mouth as he nearly bit a hole through his lip, he quickly grabbed a different vial and poured it on in an attempt to wash out the previous liquid. The antibiotic wash soon soothed the burning pain in his abdomen leaving a refreshing mint scent in the air. He took the roll of bandage and wrapped himself up again. The medical kit was quickly becoming very light, but at least it was of solid design. Maybe once empty he could whack someone atop their head. He folded up his cardboard box and stuffed it into his bag, he wasn?t sure what use it could serve now but it didn?t make sense to waste such a great box. His first step caused him to wince with pain, the prince felt more like his father again. Old and useless.

?Now? which way did those damned kids go!?

OOC: Apologies about the lack of postage. Things came up.