CorkySpark

       Vegeta didn’t know where he was or if he was even conscious or not – perhaps somewhere in between.  He felt like he was floating, drifting someplace dark.  What was this?  How could it feel so foreign and yet so familiar at the same time?  Was he dreaming?  Or was he waking up?  Imagines flickered by through his mind, flashing through death and destruction, mixed with glimpse of Kakarot, Bulma, and Trunks.  Was he losing his mind?  Which was reality?  Why did it all feel so distant and yet so near?       He heard a voice, warbling through the liquid that filled his ears.  “I still don’t understand it, friend Ne