Raditz and Nappa were darting anxious glances his way. Vegeta steadfastly ignored them to read the memo on his scouter display for the third time, just to be clear he understood it correctly.
They were being ordered to stand down.
It appeared that some intricate galactic politics were in play. A dispute between Frieza, his brother, Cooler, and a few other powerful galactic ‘allies’ (that term being used more generously than literally) had come to a head. Until the politics could be resolved (or war was declared), all of the Frieza Force was to halt activities and remain on standby at their current locations.
It was essentially a forced vacation. Most would have been thrilled.
But not Vegeta. Being told what to do never settled well with him even in the best of situations, and this was far from that. Being told he couldn’t travel, couldn’t kill, couldn’t essentially do whatever the fuck pleased him in the name of galactic expansion, was tantamount to being collared. Caged.
Or so it normally would have. Only, Vegeta was in what one could call a ‘good mood’, which was remarkable considering there was no blood on his hands, just the lingering scent of a blue sex doll’s juices still on his fingers, hidden under his gloves, and the peace that a good night’s sleep brought.
His men were waiting for the fallout, to see if Vegeta would blow something up, or tell them to ignore their orders and fly off to wipe out another unfortunate civilization.
“Try not to get in my way, or I’ll kill you,” Vegeta told them nonchalantly. He walked away, off to inquire about the nearest training facility. If he was going to be stuck here a while, he would need something to keep himself busy with. That was, until night came around and he could visit the woman in secrecy.
Raditz and Nappa shared a look, floored by his lack of reaction.
Turning to the space where Barry usually stands, big grin on her face, ready to tell him something hilarious. The smile freezing on her face when she realises he’s not there.
Iris taking little videos of things she thinks Barry would like, so she can show him when he’s awake.
“Day 66 of Weird Shit Barry Would Have Loved To See: the man I’m filming is the sixth person to come into the precinct claiming to have seen a woman with tentacles walking around downtown - don’t you wish you were here to investigate that?”
“Day 200 - shooting star! … I wish you were awake, Bear. I miss my best friend. I know the wish doesn’t come true if you tell someone, but I can’t tell you unless you’re awake, so. Schrodinger’s shooting star. (That’s right, Barry, I know science too.)”
“Day 70 - what THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. BARRY THIS SHOW HAS GONE TO SHIT. YOU’RE LUCKY YOU’RE IN A COMA. I WISH I WAS IN A COMA AFTER THIS EPISODE. WHAT THE FUCK.”
“Day 70 part 2 - …. and that’s why that episode was absolute shit.”
“Day 75. I still can’t get over that episode. I have an assignment due in two days but I haven’t started. I’m too distressed.”
Iris writes an article for her journalism class on life after the Particle Accelerator. It gets featured in her university newspaper, and then goes viral online when someone posts it on tumblr. Writing the article is the first time Iris has ever felt so passionate about anything. It’s also the first time since Barry’s coma that she’s felt happy and complete. Iris uses her newfound passion to help her overcome what she hadn’t realised were signs of depression and grief.
A week later, Iris finally accepts Eddie’s invitation to go out for coffee.
“Day 43 - I said yes to Eddie’s invitation to go out for coffee today. He’s nice enough. I’m not… I’m not into him. Yet. But I feel like I could be, and I need to stop feeling like my life’s … stopped, you know? I need to start being out in the world again. You’d kill me if you woke up and I’ve done nothing with my life except mope about my best friend.”