10-19-2005, 05:54 AM
The young princess didn?t even see the long haired warrior take a knee before her, but immediately took notice to his outstretched hand, and the item which sat, cradled in the rough skin of his palm. She didn?t quite understand Raditzu?s motive, and her expression reflected her thoughts of doubt. Another stab of pain seared through her chest, forcing her to grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut, as if it would alleviate the suffering. She must have sustained far more grievous injuries than she had assumed.
?Here, this should help.? his position allowed him to rest at eye-level with the much more diminutive halfling, who shakily took hold of the halved senzu bean, fully aware of the fantastic properties it possessed. The long haired veteran of countless battles rose to his feet, stepping away from Bra, who bit down onto her bean, cringing at the horrible taste of the item, but swallowing it nonetheless.
?Unless there are any objections, I think we can get moving.? said Raditzu, leading the group farther, past the ravaged machination which had been propelling the ridiculously large missiles at them. The heiress hung back, allowing the others to walk past her, activating her LENS unit in secrecy. In a few moments, she had locked in on the horrendously powerful saiyan?s Q-Wave frequency, and after several long moments of deliberation, she sent him a terribly short text message.
Subject: Raditzu
Thank you. -Bra
The group had fanned out after discovering they had been almost literally atop an armed nuclear warhead, searching for some inkling of an idea on how to eliminate the formidable thread the weapon?s presence had become. A cry of fear intermingled with disgust echoed from behind Bra and Cell, spurring the dysfunctional pair to dash back to where the sound had came. The others had gathered there as well, and Bojack had just finished dismissing the incident.
?Wanna tell us what the hell happened, kid?? the sinister genetic anomaly demanded, his tail snapping back and forth with an air of malcontent all it?s own, the vicious quill glinting against the poor lighting in the room.
?N-Nothing. I made a mistake. ...Sorry.? Goten hastily replied, trying in vain to evade the prying eyes of the others. A few uncomfortable seconds ticked by, and the half-blood began to shift nervously.
?We got a bomb to take care of, guys. Back to what?s important, hm?? the cyan haired princess announced once she had caught on to Goten?s predicament, ?We should find out what exactly could trigger this thing. If that computer 18 was using is linked to the nuke, then maybe we can find out more about it from there. Hell, maybe we can even use it to shut it down.?
?I doubt it.? the tall androidess replied, brushing a few stray hairs out of her eyes as she spoke, ?That computer?s got more password protection than anything I?ve ever seen before. Unless one of you just happens to be a hacker.?
There weren?t any replies for a few moments, which allowed Bra?s mind to wander quite a bit. Her gaze drifted from the artificial human to Raditzu, but quickly the girl looked away, suddenly regretting the message she had sent to him.
As if he?s not already full of himself...
It was monumentally wearisome to be forced in such close contact with the man. The veritable titan in terms of sheer power was someone whom Bra loathed to be around, as she desperately feared gaining the monster?s ire, having seen what he had done to Cell and Dars when he had first achieved ascension beyond super saiyan. She could hardly fathom to what horrendous plateau of strength he commanded now, with ample time to harness the power his new form. The halfling knew her attempts at nonchalance or even arrogance were probably easily seen through by the saiyan, but neither would acknowledge it had that been the case.
?I say we kick it and see what happens.? Trunks declared, a hand on his chin as if he had spent ages coming to the revelation that was his idea. An even longer, far more uncomfortable silence fall thick over all present, and all that could be heard was the low roar of flowing magma.
?Trunks...? 18 began, unable to articulate the next part of her sentence.
?What!? It?s a great idea, and I stand by it!!? the lavender haired teen retorted, pointing his sword at the dazzling android, as if to further drive his argument home.
?Just... just no, Trunks.? the blonde answered, shaking her head. The fused warrior hefted his blade back onto his shoulder, cocking his head in confusion.
?Well if we don?t get to kick it, what can we do?? he demanded. Raditzu appeared to be forming a response, but Cell conveniently interjected just before he could begin.
?As I said earlier,? the fearsome creature used his tail to point to the bomb, ?That is a Soviet MIRV-Six. Such a weapon isn?t forward compatible with the modern equipment we found in the command center. Therefore, no amount of ?hacking? would do you any good. The software it operates with was developed in the sixties, on it?s own systems platform. It?s effectively obsolete.?
?Does this history lesson go anywhere?? Bojack demanded, removing his cigar from his mouth from a moment, so as to give the bio-android his undivided attention. Cell sniffed at the remark, offering a cold glance at the ader before continuing.
?If, in fact, this weapon is connected to an operations platform of some sort, it?ll be from the sixties. All we have to do, in that case, is find it, and... provided someone can read Russian, make our way through the command list and input a password to begin an emergency shutdown routine. Of course, we don?t know if this warhead is triggered by a timer or a trap of some sort, like motion or pressure sensors. Any number of triggers could even be used in conjunction with one another.? he gravely informed.
?So, what you?re saying is, we have to keep searching because if it?s on a timer and we just wait around, we?ll all die. But we can?t keep searching because if it?s on one of those other triggers... then we?ll all die.? Gohan replied, allowing the gravity of the situation to crash upon those who stood around him. Cell waited a moment to reply, trying to gauge what the reactions to his information had been.
?Yes, exactly.? he said, turning to face the nuclear weapon, ?Not to mention that if we do manage to find some sort of operations platform... none of us have any idea what the override password is.?
?...Can motion sensors pick up cloaked people?? Bra inquired, thinking she had managed to solve the depressing quagmire.
?No. But a heat or pressure trigger would still target you. And since this is a game show, I?m willing to bet that whatever?s set up is overly elaborate.? Raditzu interjected, his eyes sweeping about the cavern.
?So what the hell do we do now!? And why would you wait until now to tell us about this??? the cyan haired girl demanded, glaring icily at the intimidating product of biological engineering.
?It just occurred to me, actually. Would you rather scurry about and die an ignorant death like the cockroach you are?? the creature shot back, his glare every bit as venomous as the princess?.
?So,? Bojack started, pausing to take another lengthy drag from his mostly depleted cigar, ?We?re kinda fucked on this one, huh??
Goten turned back to where they had come from, his brow furrowed in thought, as he pieced together whatever it was his mind had pursued.
?Well, obviously we should be able to head back the way we came, since we?re still alive... so maybe we should back-track and see if there?s a clue or something we missed? ?Cause I?m sure there?s a few bodies we missed. But then, if we?re supposed to go ahead and we?re on a timer...?
He didn?t need to finish. Everyone was thinking it, and nobody wanted to hear it. The force of a nuclear explosion in itself may not be fatal to the stalwart collection of fighters, but the asteroid would be vaporized, and the ensuing radiation and lack of breathable air would surely cast all of them off the mortal coil without difficulty. None of them longed for death, but it appeared that none of them had an effective solution, either.
OOC: ^_^;;
Yes, I'm a heartless bastard, I know. Erm... think of overcoming this new obstacle as a challenge. ...Yeah, that's it.
?Here, this should help.? his position allowed him to rest at eye-level with the much more diminutive halfling, who shakily took hold of the halved senzu bean, fully aware of the fantastic properties it possessed. The long haired veteran of countless battles rose to his feet, stepping away from Bra, who bit down onto her bean, cringing at the horrible taste of the item, but swallowing it nonetheless.
?Unless there are any objections, I think we can get moving.? said Raditzu, leading the group farther, past the ravaged machination which had been propelling the ridiculously large missiles at them. The heiress hung back, allowing the others to walk past her, activating her LENS unit in secrecy. In a few moments, she had locked in on the horrendously powerful saiyan?s Q-Wave frequency, and after several long moments of deliberation, she sent him a terribly short text message.
Subject: Raditzu
Thank you. -Bra
* * * * *
The group had fanned out after discovering they had been almost literally atop an armed nuclear warhead, searching for some inkling of an idea on how to eliminate the formidable thread the weapon?s presence had become. A cry of fear intermingled with disgust echoed from behind Bra and Cell, spurring the dysfunctional pair to dash back to where the sound had came. The others had gathered there as well, and Bojack had just finished dismissing the incident.
?Wanna tell us what the hell happened, kid?? the sinister genetic anomaly demanded, his tail snapping back and forth with an air of malcontent all it?s own, the vicious quill glinting against the poor lighting in the room.
?N-Nothing. I made a mistake. ...Sorry.? Goten hastily replied, trying in vain to evade the prying eyes of the others. A few uncomfortable seconds ticked by, and the half-blood began to shift nervously.
?We got a bomb to take care of, guys. Back to what?s important, hm?? the cyan haired princess announced once she had caught on to Goten?s predicament, ?We should find out what exactly could trigger this thing. If that computer 18 was using is linked to the nuke, then maybe we can find out more about it from there. Hell, maybe we can even use it to shut it down.?
?I doubt it.? the tall androidess replied, brushing a few stray hairs out of her eyes as she spoke, ?That computer?s got more password protection than anything I?ve ever seen before. Unless one of you just happens to be a hacker.?
There weren?t any replies for a few moments, which allowed Bra?s mind to wander quite a bit. Her gaze drifted from the artificial human to Raditzu, but quickly the girl looked away, suddenly regretting the message she had sent to him.
As if he?s not already full of himself...
It was monumentally wearisome to be forced in such close contact with the man. The veritable titan in terms of sheer power was someone whom Bra loathed to be around, as she desperately feared gaining the monster?s ire, having seen what he had done to Cell and Dars when he had first achieved ascension beyond super saiyan. She could hardly fathom to what horrendous plateau of strength he commanded now, with ample time to harness the power his new form. The halfling knew her attempts at nonchalance or even arrogance were probably easily seen through by the saiyan, but neither would acknowledge it had that been the case.
?I say we kick it and see what happens.? Trunks declared, a hand on his chin as if he had spent ages coming to the revelation that was his idea. An even longer, far more uncomfortable silence fall thick over all present, and all that could be heard was the low roar of flowing magma.
?Trunks...? 18 began, unable to articulate the next part of her sentence.
?What!? It?s a great idea, and I stand by it!!? the lavender haired teen retorted, pointing his sword at the dazzling android, as if to further drive his argument home.
?Just... just no, Trunks.? the blonde answered, shaking her head. The fused warrior hefted his blade back onto his shoulder, cocking his head in confusion.
?Well if we don?t get to kick it, what can we do?? he demanded. Raditzu appeared to be forming a response, but Cell conveniently interjected just before he could begin.
?As I said earlier,? the fearsome creature used his tail to point to the bomb, ?That is a Soviet MIRV-Six. Such a weapon isn?t forward compatible with the modern equipment we found in the command center. Therefore, no amount of ?hacking? would do you any good. The software it operates with was developed in the sixties, on it?s own systems platform. It?s effectively obsolete.?
?Does this history lesson go anywhere?? Bojack demanded, removing his cigar from his mouth from a moment, so as to give the bio-android his undivided attention. Cell sniffed at the remark, offering a cold glance at the ader before continuing.
?If, in fact, this weapon is connected to an operations platform of some sort, it?ll be from the sixties. All we have to do, in that case, is find it, and... provided someone can read Russian, make our way through the command list and input a password to begin an emergency shutdown routine. Of course, we don?t know if this warhead is triggered by a timer or a trap of some sort, like motion or pressure sensors. Any number of triggers could even be used in conjunction with one another.? he gravely informed.
?So, what you?re saying is, we have to keep searching because if it?s on a timer and we just wait around, we?ll all die. But we can?t keep searching because if it?s on one of those other triggers... then we?ll all die.? Gohan replied, allowing the gravity of the situation to crash upon those who stood around him. Cell waited a moment to reply, trying to gauge what the reactions to his information had been.
?Yes, exactly.? he said, turning to face the nuclear weapon, ?Not to mention that if we do manage to find some sort of operations platform... none of us have any idea what the override password is.?
?...Can motion sensors pick up cloaked people?? Bra inquired, thinking she had managed to solve the depressing quagmire.
?No. But a heat or pressure trigger would still target you. And since this is a game show, I?m willing to bet that whatever?s set up is overly elaborate.? Raditzu interjected, his eyes sweeping about the cavern.
?So what the hell do we do now!? And why would you wait until now to tell us about this??? the cyan haired girl demanded, glaring icily at the intimidating product of biological engineering.
?It just occurred to me, actually. Would you rather scurry about and die an ignorant death like the cockroach you are?? the creature shot back, his glare every bit as venomous as the princess?.
?So,? Bojack started, pausing to take another lengthy drag from his mostly depleted cigar, ?We?re kinda fucked on this one, huh??
Goten turned back to where they had come from, his brow furrowed in thought, as he pieced together whatever it was his mind had pursued.
?Well, obviously we should be able to head back the way we came, since we?re still alive... so maybe we should back-track and see if there?s a clue or something we missed? ?Cause I?m sure there?s a few bodies we missed. But then, if we?re supposed to go ahead and we?re on a timer...?
He didn?t need to finish. Everyone was thinking it, and nobody wanted to hear it. The force of a nuclear explosion in itself may not be fatal to the stalwart collection of fighters, but the asteroid would be vaporized, and the ensuing radiation and lack of breathable air would surely cast all of them off the mortal coil without difficulty. None of them longed for death, but it appeared that none of them had an effective solution, either.
OOC: ^_^;;
Yes, I'm a heartless bastard, I know. Erm... think of overcoming this new obstacle as a challenge. ...Yeah, that's it.
"I wasted time and now time doth waste me."
![[Image: BuraSig.jpg]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/DBZRPG/BuraSig.jpg)
"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."
"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."