His first thought upon waking is to analyze where he is. His second is to take immediate note of his current situation. Some unfamiliar planet, different than the one he'd previously been on and the ache in the back of his head suggested that something had hit him hard for him to loose conscious. Tail bristling in agitation at the fact something like this happened, he must have been careless. He's going to find whoever thought this was a smart idea and disembowel them for this transgression.

His gaze eventually clears, there's some type of muzzle on him, from the blood around his mouth he can assume he fought like hell before being knocked unconscious. He had no issue using fangs and claws if it came down to it. There was something around his tail if he moved his head enough, some type of metal clamp, weighing it down and dragging on his sense of balance. Just from his surroundings and the two guards nearby, he knows it's remnants of the frieza force that haven't yet joined up with Cooler's army. No doubt they were trying to use him as a ticket to get in. Fuck.

"The monkey's awake." "Knock him out again. Im trying to get contact with the boss and tell him we struck gold." "Should I even touch him? You doing it Rashp, he looks like he'll rip my arm off." "He's chained up!? the fuck are you so scared of!?" Fingers tightening around the chains digging into his flesh, some look like they're run through his arms. No matter. A few days in a healing pod. "He'll just be another servant, trading one master for another." Gaze locking onto the arrogant guard, there's more coming over, more. Fuck this is going to be a battle.

The spear beams him upside the head, hard. He'll give them that, they know how to throw a hit with it. Spots dance in his vision but he clings to reality. Inhaling deeply as rage flows through his blood, alongside adrenaline. "Resilient ape." They snarl and he ducks his head with their next attempt, prompting them close enough he can lung, snagging the chains before pulling quickly, looping it around the guards head. Pain flares through his body as a spear runs through his shoulder. Panic. Chaos. He snarls as something shoots him. "You..." Another hit. He starts to choke out the guard, turquoise flashing in his eyes.

"What… what am I sensing?"

Gohan's breath caught in his throat as a strange, overwhelming sensation washed over him. His bones rattled, and the hairs on his neck stood on end. Eyes wide, he stared up at the sky as if that would help him focus all his energy on pinpointing its source. It was a power unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and he couldn’t tell if it was coming from within him or from somewhere else. With a quick, confused glance at the other Saiyan, Gohan raised his brows, hoping for answers.

"Vegeta… you feel that too, right?"

Y'know, when he first shows up in new universe and can't help himself from making a scene trying to help people, he's come to expect a strong reaction- shock, confusion, fear, the like. There was certainly a lot of that when the massive red alien had leapt in to catch a out-of-control hovercar that was going to crash.

Things like confrontation, suspicion, and even interrogation were pretty common too, but that was usually from government dudes or cops or whatever. Not the case here, though.

The spiky haired man before him not looking like either of those, but what no less mean-mugging him about it like he had authority.

❝ If it wouldn't be for HER reasoning & sanity, I would. ❞

bad situation prompts

For a substantial amount of time, he struggles to recall what happened, pinpoint the very decision that brought him to this moment. Through the haze that's claimed his thoughts, he manages to recall a lone positive; that the plan, as always, had unfurled in the usual fashion. In that, he'd step through a portal to another earth, to another reality at risk of unravelling, and be gone again before the day was done.

Or at least that's what he had believed to be the case, until a sharp, jabbing pain emanating from the side of his head abruptly offered a swift correction. A holdover from a clubbing blow that had rendered him unconscious for an unknown length of time, now that he regained his senses, battling through the same agony that reminded him of his recent defeat, crimson hues struggled to open by degrees, but he pushed himself to do so anyway, initially taking in the view of a floor. Comforted by this picture, and filling with the determination to assemble his scattered thoughts into something even remotely close to comprehensible, he was on the verge of finding out what had happened to him when fresh waves of pain rose up to jostle and buffet him on all sides. Slowing, but not completely inhibiting his attempts to rise onto his knees, stop the lifting of his head up off his chest just enough to survey his surroundings, figure out where he exactly he had ended up--

Only to realise that he had been confined, held behind what appeared to be regular steel bars, situated a few yards away. Hemmed in by plain walls a on all other sides, the bars spoke of a vintage style, with no tricks attached. Unwilling to test his already abysmal luck however, Miguel refrained from investigating further, taking time instead to clasp his wrist with his other hand. As his fingers worked, he grimaced in discomfort when fresh injuries were discovered, including the evidence of contusions that were consistent with someone grabbing his arm with enough strength to break it.

Taking time to digest this find, he was on the brink of studying the remaining areas of his confinement when a harsh scoff broke his concentration, earning a wince as the injured Spider turned sharply in the direction that he had thought he heard the sound originate from.

"Got something useful to say, or just here to mock?" Sounding hoarse, the snap remark slipped past his mouth with incredible ease, as did a wad of blood. Fuelled by the indignation of being jeered at, manners became the first casualty as he turned every ounce of his focus on his mostly quiet cellmate.

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"I might sound vain for saying it but I don't care -- I love my armor. The moment I found it waiting in my room as I moved to Conton I felt my heart beating so fast! Wearing it made everything seem even more real, it made me feel powerful! Whenever I look in the mirror while wearing it I feel my heart roaring!"

Emotional Starters: Anger 

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He was very obviously angry, but Blackfire only smiled in return, and hummed a little.