11-07-2005, 01:16 AM
END OF ROUND
Piccolo struggled up against the wall, his torso sliding against it as the android behind him kept him pinned down. The namekian could feel his body tensing, a pain seering through his back. The android was going to end it.
Knowing that it would all come down to one final move, Piccolo shoved himself backwards, leaping up and backflipped over his oppenent. Hellfighter, fueled by his own RAGE, spun around, hands out, one shot to end it all. Piccolo looked down in mid-air, hands out...
Piccolo fired. Hellfighter fired.
One fell.
The electricity went out when the body crumpled to the floor. The lasers that confined the other players were gone.
The victor fell to the ground, breathing deep. He looked up as more and more figured began to invade the dome...hostile, dead looking creatures.
Hellfighter 17 gulped.
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"What do you mean we lost power?!" Brim was screaming, running with his son towards the exit. "I thought we could control them!"
"Something happened, Sir!" Said one of the goons behind him. "They went crazy! There were too many."
"I don't care about this building," Brim turned around and shoved the goon back as they hit the exit. "But get my power! We have to film this! We HAVE to!"
With that, the two hosts ran off to protect themselves.
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With the power out, it was difficult to see. Still, things were visible inside the dome.
Zombies were flooding the dome left and right. The surviving nineteen fighters had no choice but to fight. Fight or run.
Raditzu stayed on the ground, faking death, watching as the battle began around him. Vegeta backed away, choosing to let his rival live: for now. His words had sunk in, but the saiyan prince needed more time to process it all. He had seen the horned bloody figure that had fled their battle earlier in the game, but that wasn't what stirred his pot.
Bra. The dead being known as Satan had punched her twice, then kicked her away like a rag doll. Vegeta had never felt his rage build up so much in such a short period of time. He was off his feet and flying towards the demonic being once again before he even processed what happened. The young Bra, filled with rage, couldn't do anything in her normal state.
"Time for Round 2, you ugly ogre!" Vegeta, filled with the passion to protect his daughter, tackled the bloody lord of the dead. "Nobody fucks with my family!" The saiyan prince brought his fist down, cracking it against the deformed face.
The ugly horned beast just looked up, as if unaffected. "Done?" He then kicked the super saiyan back, so hard that Vegeta fell upon landing.
"I am sick of this GAME!" A femine voice shrilled up, her anger, rage, confusion and simply immaturialy getting the best of the young Bra. His hair rose and immuninated in a churray of gold, while her aura sparkled to match her father's. She brought her fists upon the seeminlgy invincible dead man's chest, only to have him shove her backwards into her father.
There was a third figure watching, the last missing peice of the Vegeta-Sei's royal family. Trunks was watching as his father once again charged Satan. He was slowly stepping forward, relectantly, not wanting to bother with it. His father could handle it...but then, maybe he couldn't. But all these zombies were right there for the killing. Trunks ducked one of the mindless droned and batted it away, going back to watching his two reletives lose.
Satan punched Vegeta, crunching his jaw. Trunks flinched, a small hint of anger raising up in his chest. Vegeta tried again, only to be blocked and then jabbed again. Trunks twitched this time...the feeling got stronger. He fought it...he couldn't go back to how it was...but seeing his sister and father there, helpless, triggered something inside him. Something he hated...but needed.
Trunks turned around, taking his mind off of things by kicking an already beaten corpse across the battlefield of a dome.
"Bra!" Vegeta had called behind him. He stopped, this time just listening. He could hear a grunt from his sister, then a thump that signified Satan falling and getting back up. Even though he couldn't see it, his heart became heavy again. His father was protecting his sister. Why wasn't he?
"Why...arn't I?"
A new facial expression emerged on Trunks' face. His power began to rise, his aura starting to slowly emerge. It had been so long since this feeling rose into his heart, since he could hear the magnificent crackles of his super saiyan aura. His hair glowed a brillliant gold, and his eyes a light blue. He slowly turned, looking to see the unlucky monster who chose the wrong family to mess with.
Things didn't stop there. Trunks was still growing in power and rage. This was it. This was his body. His life. His time. His family. Nobody fucked with them; and if they did, may they rest in the fiery debts of Hell.
Trunks shot forward, a saiyan reborn.
Quote:4. Piccolo - DEAD
7. Yajirobe - Wins Telepathy
12. Trunks - Wins Super Saiyan 2