11-09-2005, 05:11 AM
"Watcha think, Pop?"
"Stumpy?" was all Bardock could managed, startled and a bit taken aback that his son had actually addressed him. Hearing Raditzu actually say the word 'Dad,' and then taking it back almost immediately by following after with his father's true name, had stolen any hope of this venture being any different than their last romps.
"I mean Brim," Rad corrected.
"Makes sense, sure. This would be the place to look for him, too," Bar answered, shrugging mildly. He wasn't really interested in Brim. His mind had been elsewhere before being spoken to.
"Perfect," his eldest son smirked.
Bardock glanced about. The ones who walked beside him had changed so many times over the course of the game. He was now in the company of Raditzu, Eighteen, and another man with silver eyes and flaming orange hair. By his dress, and the supplemental fact that he smoked cigars, Bardock could have guessed he was some kind of space pirate. He'd seen enough creatures over his travels to be somewhat accurate in one's profession.
"Where'd you get those eyes?" the saiyan inquired. The strange man observed him, no doubt mentally making the connection between Bardock and Raditzu. Although, like the saiyan, he did this using his nose, which was unusual. The black-haired fighter's tail twitched of its own volition.
"They're a perk," the other answered roughly, not returning the gaze. Then he chuckled in that same guttural tone before letting it soften to a smoother, accented voice. "Doesn't come without a price."
Then he turned towards Bardock and bared his teeth, revealing a pair of pearly white fangs that glimmered almost anxiously in the darkness. How disturbing. Bardock wouldn't have figured this man for a demon, and still wasn't quite sure that's what he was. Regardless, elongated canines were only for two things, neither of which were pleasant: sucking blood, or rending flesh. Judging from the expression and the way those silver eyes bored into his own, Bardock was only left with one possibility. His face turned dark and serious.
"There ain't no free lunch."
"Idn't that the truth," the other sighed. Bardock didn't even know his name.
The saiyan looked away, resuming his previous thoughts. All hell had broken loose in their cell when the power had gone out, those damned zombies wreaking havoc once more. Bardock had thought himself rid of them once he and Katel...
Katel...
He wondered what had happened to her. Had she saved her sister? When they'd all been teleported to the prison, the beauty's help had been ripped from her sides. Bardock had confidence in her ability to go it alone, but this was a world where anything could happen. Brim had snatched her once, and he could do it again. Or worse, he could command Akira to engineer her own sister's demise. It was a horrible thought, but nonetheless a possibility to be considered. What was he supposed to do? He was helpless to assist her, as he was clueless as to her whereabouts and current status. The worst thing in the world would be that she had once more fallen under the producer's cruel sway.
And things had happened so quickly, Bardock had not had an opportunity to return to Goten. He hoped his grandson was still in the game, and not suffering some grotesque monster's wrath. And the kid...what had happened to him? Raditzu had rushed him away before being able to find Burter Junior. Bardock ground his teeth together in agitation. Had they been in danger, they would have called him. Goten was a saiyan, and able to hold his own, and BJ had Yamu. And Bebi. Had either self-proclaimed charges been in peril, they would have called him. Unless they didn't take him seriously...unless they didn't care...unless they didn't need him. The fighter sighed inwardly. He wasn't adept at this. Why try? He should just go back to the way he was. Who would ever want him, of all people?
"DEFENSE SYSTEMS ACTIVE."
The warning blared overhead on the intercom system, alerting the group that they had been discovered. What else was new? Brim had eyes everywhere.
"Whoa...wait a minute," Raditzu said abruptly. "Where'd that come from?"
Not too long afterwards, he continued, relishing the sudden thought of being able to let loose on Brim's property. "Skip to the climax. What do I get to break?"
Bardock was so sick and tired of this. He wanted his revenge, and then everything could proceed as it may. He had been thrust aside for the last time. The others were all alert, Android 18 halting her journey through the winding corridors.
Suddenly, the floor before them seemed to melt and give way to a rising presence. This was kind of weird. A hulking body slowly rose, the material the floor had regressed to sliding off of its figure to resume a solid place in the construction. Massive arms were folded across a barrel chest, a threatening pose. It appeared humanoid, but there was a deep intellect lurking beneath its face. The pirate-demon's eyes opened wide with surprise, recognition flickering amongst the glittery gray.
"You--" he gaped, taking a step back in obvious disbelief.
Hearing the solitary word, the rest of them became aware of this looming presence.
"Yes," it laughed harshly. "Me. You've grown, Jacky boy."
Jack? That was the orange-haired man's name?
"It can't be...I killed you...I..."
Jack was frozen, completely stupefied, seemingly to the saiyan as being on the verge of panic.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not dead."
The gargantuan arms unfolded, and the beast started towards them with a single step. A word was muttered under his breath, its precise sound lost upon their ears, and an inferno of purple fire burst from his body. "The farthest from it."
"What...the...FUCK!" Bardock screamed, angry beyond the expression of words. Here was another person's business being shoved into his face. He was so sick of catering to everyone else's grudges, every vendetta, every oath, every bitter encounter, every haunting shadow of memory. The saiyan was sick of waiting for his turn. He'd passed up his first chance, and now he was going to assert a second, without sacrifice this time. The last barrier of his patience finally snapped, and he let himself go. Ignoring Jack and this newcomer, the saiyan ignited his own crimson aura, spikes of pure energy flaring around his body, lighting the darkened corridor with its conflagration.
"Take me to him, Brim!!" the warrior hollered at the top of his lungs. "I know you can!! If it's a show you want, I'll give you one! Prove you're better than me Kao or let the whole audience know I'm better than you'll ever be! I know you want to play, so let's play! Come on, Kao! I'M NOT WAITING ANYMOOOOOORE!"
Violent winds erupted from his body, his power accelerating.
"IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR FUCKING FACE RIGHT NOW, YOU COWARD, I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A SAIYAN I WILL BRING THIS GODDAMNED BUILDING DOWN AROUND ME!!!!!!"
OOC: If that's not a message, I don't know what is.
"Stumpy?" was all Bardock could managed, startled and a bit taken aback that his son had actually addressed him. Hearing Raditzu actually say the word 'Dad,' and then taking it back almost immediately by following after with his father's true name, had stolen any hope of this venture being any different than their last romps.
"I mean Brim," Rad corrected.
"Makes sense, sure. This would be the place to look for him, too," Bar answered, shrugging mildly. He wasn't really interested in Brim. His mind had been elsewhere before being spoken to.
"Perfect," his eldest son smirked.
Bardock glanced about. The ones who walked beside him had changed so many times over the course of the game. He was now in the company of Raditzu, Eighteen, and another man with silver eyes and flaming orange hair. By his dress, and the supplemental fact that he smoked cigars, Bardock could have guessed he was some kind of space pirate. He'd seen enough creatures over his travels to be somewhat accurate in one's profession.
"Where'd you get those eyes?" the saiyan inquired. The strange man observed him, no doubt mentally making the connection between Bardock and Raditzu. Although, like the saiyan, he did this using his nose, which was unusual. The black-haired fighter's tail twitched of its own volition.
"They're a perk," the other answered roughly, not returning the gaze. Then he chuckled in that same guttural tone before letting it soften to a smoother, accented voice. "Doesn't come without a price."
Then he turned towards Bardock and bared his teeth, revealing a pair of pearly white fangs that glimmered almost anxiously in the darkness. How disturbing. Bardock wouldn't have figured this man for a demon, and still wasn't quite sure that's what he was. Regardless, elongated canines were only for two things, neither of which were pleasant: sucking blood, or rending flesh. Judging from the expression and the way those silver eyes bored into his own, Bardock was only left with one possibility. His face turned dark and serious.
"There ain't no free lunch."
"Idn't that the truth," the other sighed. Bardock didn't even know his name.
The saiyan looked away, resuming his previous thoughts. All hell had broken loose in their cell when the power had gone out, those damned zombies wreaking havoc once more. Bardock had thought himself rid of them once he and Katel...
Katel...
He wondered what had happened to her. Had she saved her sister? When they'd all been teleported to the prison, the beauty's help had been ripped from her sides. Bardock had confidence in her ability to go it alone, but this was a world where anything could happen. Brim had snatched her once, and he could do it again. Or worse, he could command Akira to engineer her own sister's demise. It was a horrible thought, but nonetheless a possibility to be considered. What was he supposed to do? He was helpless to assist her, as he was clueless as to her whereabouts and current status. The worst thing in the world would be that she had once more fallen under the producer's cruel sway.
And things had happened so quickly, Bardock had not had an opportunity to return to Goten. He hoped his grandson was still in the game, and not suffering some grotesque monster's wrath. And the kid...what had happened to him? Raditzu had rushed him away before being able to find Burter Junior. Bardock ground his teeth together in agitation. Had they been in danger, they would have called him. Goten was a saiyan, and able to hold his own, and BJ had Yamu. And Bebi. Had either self-proclaimed charges been in peril, they would have called him. Unless they didn't take him seriously...unless they didn't care...unless they didn't need him. The fighter sighed inwardly. He wasn't adept at this. Why try? He should just go back to the way he was. Who would ever want him, of all people?
"DEFENSE SYSTEMS ACTIVE."
The warning blared overhead on the intercom system, alerting the group that they had been discovered. What else was new? Brim had eyes everywhere.
"Whoa...wait a minute," Raditzu said abruptly. "Where'd that come from?"
Not too long afterwards, he continued, relishing the sudden thought of being able to let loose on Brim's property. "Skip to the climax. What do I get to break?"
Bardock was so sick and tired of this. He wanted his revenge, and then everything could proceed as it may. He had been thrust aside for the last time. The others were all alert, Android 18 halting her journey through the winding corridors.
Suddenly, the floor before them seemed to melt and give way to a rising presence. This was kind of weird. A hulking body slowly rose, the material the floor had regressed to sliding off of its figure to resume a solid place in the construction. Massive arms were folded across a barrel chest, a threatening pose. It appeared humanoid, but there was a deep intellect lurking beneath its face. The pirate-demon's eyes opened wide with surprise, recognition flickering amongst the glittery gray.
"You--" he gaped, taking a step back in obvious disbelief.
Hearing the solitary word, the rest of them became aware of this looming presence.
"Yes," it laughed harshly. "Me. You've grown, Jacky boy."
Jack? That was the orange-haired man's name?
"It can't be...I killed you...I..."
Jack was frozen, completely stupefied, seemingly to the saiyan as being on the verge of panic.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not dead."
The gargantuan arms unfolded, and the beast started towards them with a single step. A word was muttered under his breath, its precise sound lost upon their ears, and an inferno of purple fire burst from his body. "The farthest from it."
"What...the...FUCK!" Bardock screamed, angry beyond the expression of words. Here was another person's business being shoved into his face. He was so sick of catering to everyone else's grudges, every vendetta, every oath, every bitter encounter, every haunting shadow of memory. The saiyan was sick of waiting for his turn. He'd passed up his first chance, and now he was going to assert a second, without sacrifice this time. The last barrier of his patience finally snapped, and he let himself go. Ignoring Jack and this newcomer, the saiyan ignited his own crimson aura, spikes of pure energy flaring around his body, lighting the darkened corridor with its conflagration.
"Take me to him, Brim!!" the warrior hollered at the top of his lungs. "I know you can!! If it's a show you want, I'll give you one! Prove you're better than me Kao or let the whole audience know I'm better than you'll ever be! I know you want to play, so let's play! Come on, Kao! I'M NOT WAITING ANYMOOOOOORE!"
Violent winds erupted from his body, his power accelerating.
"IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR FUCKING FACE RIGHT NOW, YOU COWARD, I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A SAIYAN I WILL BRING THIS GODDAMNED BUILDING DOWN AROUND ME!!!!!!"
OOC: If that's not a message, I don't know what is.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
_=Pass you by, it's all in this life you have
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_