Come One, Come All

[Drake]

It was definitely a popular tournament Trunks had thought as he watched warriors gather and interfere with normal city traffic; it had seemed as if every fighter on the planet had come specifically to be a part of Dante?s Abyss this year. Why he knew about Dante?s Abyss, and why he?d come to sign up was truly unknown to the Saiya-jin hybrid, though it had something to do with the jumbled pile of images he called his memories. The caliber of fighters had risen from the past tournaments from what Trunks could tell, but that was hardly surprising given the numerous fights that had been happening on earth, chances are the humans had begun to adapt to the harsh conditions. He was sure he?d heard his father; Vejita, say something about the humans ability to evolve.

?So you were going to sign up?? A man standing behind Trunks asked impatiently. His foot tapped the ground in rapid succession, and his over sized pectoral muscles flexed ?angrily?, if one could say that about pecs. ?Because I?d like to get on the ship sometime this year, understand??

Trunks turned around and gave the many a weary look, while picking his nose with his pinky finger. ?Eh, what was that?? The hybrid asked with an indignant tone. He?s chin jutted out and his tilted back slightly as though he were being a stuck up teenage kid.

The fighters face grew red hot with anger at the demi-saiyajin?s impudent attitude, and with a bunch of fighters standing behind him looking at the two of them banter, he wasn?t about to lose face. ?Damn boy, you need to learn some respect!? The minute he?d finished those words he let his fist swing wildly at Trunks, fully intending to teach the lavender haired boy a lesson.

All his fist could manage to do to Trunks was blow a bit of air as it was stopped a few inches from his face, stopped by the iron like grip that the hybrid had on the man?s forearm. ?I was just messing with you man, chill.? He smiled and turned around to sign his name on the sheet while still holding the fighters fist at bay, no matter how hard he tried to free himself. ?See, no problem?? Trunks released the man?s arm and then walked off to one of the teleportation pods to head off to the space platform.

?Jesus that guy was inhuman?? Thought the fighter as he watched Trunks saunter off. He looked down at his arm which had a hand shaped bruise from where Trunks had held him, and wondered if it would be such a smart thing to enter the tournament.

Trunks? was a bit surprised at how strong that man was, given that he needed to use a 3 level Kaioken to hold his fist back. ?Damn, it?s been awhile since I met someone that strong,? is what he thought as he stepped onto the transport pad, wary of what kind of people might be going to DA.

[Zarbon]

"Interesting..." Said Zarbon, coming down after his fight with Cyber Cell, somewhat injured, he needed to get more power. "This should test my skill a bit!"

Zarbon went up and signed the paper.

((This is slightly in the future, I have not fought this guy above yet, I just thought i'd get my sign-up in fast))

[Minoshia]

The Orange Mohawked warrior floated above the Big Band, Their instruments putting on quite a show. I can't believed i dressed up for sign ups.. my lord.. Goddamit what were you thinking?

Oh Shut up and Sign up.. Useless excuse for a body, Why did i infest you? Jesus... The Voice that had infested him in Arlia spoke up defending his requests.

Minoshia's Slick Orange Hair waved against the back of his neck, tied into a Pony tail stretching down the back of his scalp. His Orange hair brushed the tip of his billowing White robe, floating at the mercy of the wind. His Green Eyes had changed into a light shade of Red, Green still inhabiting the outsides of the Iris.

"Get the Hell out of my Way!"

Minoshia Shoved the man at the front of the line, moving him forcefully from the line and Minoshia stood infront of Boz.

"Name Sir?"

"Minoshia"

"Alright sign here and your in."

Minoshia grabbed the pen and began to scribble His name on the peice of paper. Minoshia The Nail scribbled in a neat cursive, decorating the signature sheet.

[Android-18]

After bring back Cell from the dead 18 decided to just put some things behind her. She flew high in the sky with her eyes on the ground and wondered where the sign up would be for the upcoming event. After scanning the ground for some time she finally felt different ki signatures radiating from not far off. She angled toward it and a city came into view, it was probably where she wanted to be. Carefully she lowered toward the ground and landed lightly on her feet, she walked toward the city and searched for the sign ups. She would find it; her ki sense led her easily.

She knew this would be big. Who would be there? No doubt the strong fighters she had met in the past would show their faces. Raditzu had already signed up; at least she hoped he had. Maybe she would meet new warriors, make good allies here. There were also those that would become enemies, new enemies for her to deal with. She sighed as she finally found the place; there were a lot of figures waiting to sign up. Did she really want to do this? She knew either way she had to do it, what else could she do? Finally she reached the front and looked down at the papers. Various signatures were placed on them, some she could not read. Most likely there were similar places like this on the other planets. She grabbed a pen and quickly jotted her name down in her neat perfect fashion. Once she signed up she decided to head straight to where everyone else seemed to be going, most likely the long haired Saiya-Jin was already there.

[Bardock]

Bardock was phased near a large congregation of people. A man was vividly describing a tournament called Dante's Abyss. The Saiya-jin didn't know much about it, but a tournament had fighting, and he desperately needed to improve his skills. It was foolish to commit oneself to something without first knowing the intimate details, but he had never been very smart. He proceded to the sign-up booth.

"Name please."

"Bardock."

"Congratulations, you have been registered for Dante's Abyss. Please take caution, as once you've stepped into the teleportation tube, there is no going back. We are not resposible for your inevitable death, as you have signed of your own accord," the attendant said emotionlessly. "Next please."

Bardock stepped willingly into the tube.

[Old Selipa]

Flying through the sky Selipa?s scouter directed her to the right direction where she found a group of people all standing together. On a closer inspection the Saiya-jin saw a table where all males and females signed upon a paper. Being curious as to what the purpose of this event was the short black haired girl walked over to a foreigner.

?By any possibility do you know what is going on.? Asked the Saiya-jin girl.

Turning around to view the girl a voice spoke ?This is the registration area for the most famous tournament in the universe.?

?Universe, what do you mean?? asked the puzzled Saiya-jin and after a moment of talking about what was going on Selipa knew that she wanted in, yet however she really didn?t know what she was getting herself into.

Walking up to the table, the young girl registered.

[Broli]

Broli read the poster without a single word, his figure hidden by the guise of his robes. The soul within him cried for a continuation of his journey, for Nubian to be brought to justice. And yet, the Black Virus within him, having been allowed free reign in the territory of Broli's body, called for something much greater - domination in Dante's Abyss.

OOC: Better late than never.