How Does Your Garden Grow? (Invite) Nov 10, 2022 15:54:31 GMT -5
Post by Jagaimo on Nov 10, 2022 15:54:31 GMT -5
Thread PL: 30,000 (Suppressed to 500)
The first few days had been rough after leaving the tank. Muscles and tissue had reknitted but the balance was off. Floating about for so long doing nothing had messed with her sense of things, everything seemed a little brighter and a little louder after being muted in the thick gloopy liquid that had saved her life. She hated the healing tanks but understood they were a necessity given the war that had been raging for decades, and she still marvelled at how the Tuffles had managed to keep the more advanced designs to themselves...maybe that would change now that there were less hostilities between Saiyan and Tuffle...but she doubted it would be an instant change. Still she'd never actually spent this long in one before and it had been a weird experience waking up after such a deep sleep laced with strange dreams.
She remembered Koshin revealing some kind of plans regarding attacks on the Tuffles and Saiyan's, even giving her another name, Fukushu, but it meant nothing without a face to put it against. She'd run it down when she'd had a chance to have her scouter repaired and leave the facility grounds behind her but for now it was just another name, another person working to some grand scheme that involved messing with the Saiyan's and Tuffle's. Were the masses really that easy to rile up against each other? Couldn't they see how things should be and could be changing now that the leadership had passed on to a new generation?
Jagaimo shook her head slowly and groaned. While the major trauma had been dealt with her body still felt like one giant bruise from where she'd been driven through a rock face head first. Everything was stiff and she still has some bandages here and there around her rips to help support the natural healing that her body still had to do. The young Saiyan found it strange that she'd found her way here into the domed gardens. She'd never been one for nature but the hospital had its own orchard and flower gardens where patients were apparently encouraged to take time to rest and relax. Something about it helping with the scars the healing goop couldn't reach.
And so the young woman found her safe sat with her back against the trunk of a tree that sported bright pink blossoms. The air in the dome was clean and fresh, some machinery somewhere supplying a breeze and constant movement of air, a stream even trickled away nearby. It wasn't huge but she figured it was at least the size of an Earthlings football field...a strange game where they kicked a round object about the place to put in a net...they never punched each other and according to some it was a game of great skill. She couldn't see the appeal personally.
Dressed in a pair of loose fitting sweat style pants and a jumper of shorts that had the hospitals logo on it, the young woman found herself taking steady shallow breaths, testing her ribs each time, slowly rolling to her feet from under the tree. Her feet were bare on the grass, and she tossed the jumper over to the tree's base, leaving her in just the loose pants and a fairly tight vest that had likely come from someone even a little smaller than her. It was an odd get up and she longed to be back in her own clothes but it would do the job for now. Jagaimo looked at the tree trunk and smirked, recalling something she'd once been told and thinking better of it so soon after having her bones healed properly. Instead she moved slowly through some strange breathing techniques the healer on Namek had shown her before moving to the balls of her feet, bouncing lightly and testing her balance out, moving from foot to foot in the soft grass...hands beginning to move of their own accord when she relaxed, the punches coming easy, like a boxer working against his own shadow...something she'd done so long ago when she first met another Saiyan called Rainer...
Jagaimo slipped into the easy movements, losing herself in the focus of activity and memory...