[5] Prison

[Zarbon]

?Amazing?? Zarbon gazed at the sheer ability the men fighting contained. He was mostly impressed with the two saiyans. They had power beyond the transformer?s imagination. He would kill for that power any day: except today. His mind was still tormented by his feelings about Brim and this tournament. The thoughts overwhelmed him so much that he couldn?t take any action about it, just stand there and watch as the strongest fought each other. The mutant had a whole new definition of death, pain, and sorrow, and he didn?t like it as much as the last one, where he was the one doing it.

His brain continued to dig deeper. Had he been so cruel? Had his ambition been too high? Did he want everyone around him to become like this? If he ever achieved his goal, there would just be more moments like this: a bunch of people, crying in a dark room, expressing their sadness by murmuring the names of those they lost, just waiting for their turn to die. Perhaps his dream would crush others. Zarbon?s frown sank deeper then it ever had before. The transformer stood as still as a log there, just thinking about it: if he could be the next Brim. He gritted his teeth slightly. He was now, playing as a pawn when he wanted to be a king.

?Maybe its better to play white other then black?? Zarbon closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, letting all liquid drain out of his eyes. He had had them open for sometime. While he was doing this, the transformer felt someone grasp his shoulder slightly, trying to get his attention. The transformer?s lids flickered open and he turned to see Gero standing there, still seeming as sad as ever. His face appeared to be older and more worn. He spoke low and cheerless to Zarbon:

?I agree.? 20 had tears streaming from his eyes endlessly. ?This place is a living hell, but we aren?t getting out. We are finishing this to the end, and we are going to end this tournament or die trying.? The android?s eyes had been as fierce as a flame. With his friend gone, he was consumed by hatred. Then again, Zarbon had too: all for Brim, the host who dragged them into this. The transformer nodded back and turned back to where the fighting was. Gero came and stood beside him.

?I wonder how long this will take.? Zarbon said as his eyes followed the fight. ?We will never get back into the tournament at this rate.?

?And as long as we are not in the tournament, we can?t avenge Krillin?? 20 responded in sadness.

?Soon enough my friend, soon enough.? The transformer stood upright and solid, and kept on gazing at the strength of those battling in the arena. ?The time will come.? As the mutant looked at the men fighting, he made a small plan in his head. ?And maybe we can get some people to help us. I bet they have a bone to pick with Brim as well. After this ?Burter? died, a lot of people were upset, I?m sure they got something against the host now. Maybe we can give this whoreson what he deserves.? Zarbon shook his fist and smirked at his plan.

?Right.? The android answered, still sounding depressed. ?We just need to find the right people. Though we need to wait??

?Why don?t you just ask now?? Zarbon raised an eyebrow slightly.

?Brim is watching us. I know it. This is a television show after all. He will be pissed if he sees someone planning to go after him. In fact, we should keep quiet now too, or he will have our asses.? The android looked around, searching for cameras or anything that the host could use to keep tabs on them.

?I suppose your right.?

?For now, we will just watch the fight, Zarbon. Wait until we get out, and then we will get to business.?

?Agreed.? Zarbon turned his concentration back to the fight at hand. It would keep him busy for long enough at least. The transformer knew it would take alot of work to pull off what 20 and him were talking about. Taking down a whole competition and a man with no mercy. At least he would end this madness...

As soon as they were out.

OOC: I found this one a bit tough to write...