Day Five: Early Morning

[Burter]

Day Five
Midnight - 6:00 AM

"Wake up little warriors! It's been a long, hard-fought battle but we're getting down to the wire! Only a few more kills and we'll be all set for one final fight! Here are those who have fallen in the last six hours:

#05 Garlic Jr
#24 Goku Jr
#44 Saiba

And now, it's time to announce the new forbidden zones! These zones will be activated in six hours! If you're in one of these spots at noon...BOOM! Hehe!

I6

That's it! Good luck, all!

This is Karl, over and out!"


Notes:

-Even if you can't find time to write, at least fucking move so you can get killed off and stop wasting our time, you inactive people >=O

[Reijin]

Reijin's fist crashed into the nearby building as they were leaving the town, water guns in hand. "Dammit!" he swore, listening to the announcement over the loudspeakers. "Some jackass just killed Saiba," he repeated.

"So I heard. Is that that imp thing that follows you around? A familiar or something?" Bra questioned him.

"A what?" he replied, having never heard the term. Continuing on, he inhaled a deep breath. "I guess I knew it wasn't going to last long. Its just a Saibaman after all."

"It? Don't you mean he or she?"

The raven haired youth shrugged. "I guess I don't really know. Its not like I can tell if its male or female."

The girl snorted a moment as she pointed at Reijin's crotch area. "You could try seeing if anything is hanging around down there," she laughed.

His face reddened a slight bit as his eyes shot her a serious look. "You don't know much about Saiyan technology do you?"

"Not really," she conceded, shrugging. "But what does that have to do with your pet?"

He let a moment of silence pass before an agitated breath escaped him. "I guess nothing, half-breed," he mumbled.

"Fuck you," was her cheery response. She was beginning to enjoy the ability to just laughing rudely at his quips and seeing him take no offense at the comments, and enjoyed it just as much when he fired back. Normally she'd find herself getting pissed, but Reijin was somewhat different in that aspect.

"Do we have any true direction or are we just wandering around in circles?" Bra mused.

"Mostly the latter, I suppose. That blue guy kinda gave us something to do for a while. Then there was the party. I decimated you in the water fight," he added.

"Oh whatever. I kicked your ass. Its ok, you can admit it. Or we can keep it a secret if we run into other people. But you and I know the truth."

He snorted a bit at this. "You fought like a girl." He remembered Videl having constantly complained whenever her opponent's had taunted her with this, so regardless of not quite understanding its meaning, he knew it would get a reaction from most females of most species.

"Hey Reijin?" her voice questioned from his right.

Glancing over at her, he threw himself forward in a roll as a small harmless ball of ki rushed through where he'd been. He was on his feet in a second, brushing off his clothes. "Yeah, I expected that." What he didn't expect was the second shot that caught him in the pit of his knee, forcing him back to the ground.

He groaned for a moment before opening his eyes, seeing her looming triumphantly above him. "Ok, you got me on that one," he conceded. "On that note... Its fairly late. This seems like a good place to make camp."

The cyan haired Princess looked around for a moment at the treescape before nodding. "Yeah... We can't go much further in this pitch darkness. It'd suck to be eliminated simply for falling over a tree branch and breaking our necks. May as well crash here."

Throwing an eye back down, she saw that Reijin was already asleep, not having even bothered to remove his bag or repositioning himself. "Damn. He must have been tired or stressed or something." She removed her bag and dropped it down next to him, laying her had back on it while pulling her hair back to keep the dirt out. Watching him for a moment, she finally closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness that quickly approached.

[Bardock]

When normal people get hungry, their stomach may growl a little. It?s a fairly mild prompt, just enough so that said normal person was aware that their body needed food. When a saiya-jin got hungry, his stomach was kicking and screaming. It wasn?t saying, ?feed me,? it was screaming, ?give me some goddamned food, RIGHT NOW!?

Bardock was ruled by very few things: his love for the fight, his sense of ?moral code,? and most importantly, his stomach. Bored up in his perch, he had consumed the remainder of his food supplies, completely foregoing the need for conservation. All of the jerky was gone. It was only going to last so long anyway.

The fighter bounced his foot, a common nervous habit when trying to curb an inappropriate craving.

It was now the early morning of day five. Twelve contestants left. Having previously been eliminated by now, Bar was feeling pretty good. He wanted in on that big battle royale finale. If a couple of more players got the axe, it would be one giant cage match. The brawler could hardly wait. All he had to do was survive until then.

But in order to survive, you need to eat, his stomach reminded him.

Sleep would not come without food. Peace of mind would not come without food.

In the end, food would win out over common sense. The fog still hung thickly in the air, and to top it off, the sun was still down. Night plus fog equaled doubly impaired vision for partially blind saiyans.

However?

That means everyone?s at a disadvantage. Anybody would be tripping around in the dark?but I?ve got a tracker?

He grimaced. Still, it was a risk. Would anyone else be moving around, fearful of being killed? The grand prize was within reach, and taking chances at this point in the game would go one of two ways.

?Gah, screw it, I?m hungry,? he conceded. He silently dropped to the ground, and began his stealthy lurk.

Somebody?s got to have some food left?

[Jinpo]

"I didn't die . . . you just heard things.? ?Paige? declared to her traveling partner, causing him cut his puppetmaster strings and let Garlic Jr. fall to the dirt below. She readied herself to leave the corpse ridden area, so he did the same.

"Really?" Seventeen asked quizzically, turning his head towards the former whitelighter.

"Yes . . . really." she responded, shooting the android a look.

"Awesome!" It was clear to Cargo that the cyborg had lost his mind. Or at least, it had scrambled. The Namekian child glanced over at his new partner. Seventeen was playfully walking alongside of him, oblivious to the truth of the situation. Cargo could only smile at his luck. First, he ran into the brainless garbage disposal and now, a hallucinating machine-hybrid. While the teenager had grown to enjoy killing throughout the Abyss, it wouldn?t hurt to have someone watching his back. When the time was right, the android would fall.

?At least he?s a competent fighter and . . . somewhat intelligent.? Cargo said internally, as he bent over to pick up the basketball which laid at his feet. His rise was greeted by the robot?s embrace. His arms slowly slid down the child?s front, nearing his midsection. Cargo did the first thing he could think of to keep his cover. He hastily thrust the ball under his tunic.

?When are you going to drop all this weight?? Seventeen joked, grinning from ear to ear. The cybernetic fighter pressed lovingly on Cargo?s ?stomach?. Everything was growing uncomfortable, quickly. The young child hadn?t even been in a situation like this with a Namekian girl and now he was thrust into one with a delusional man. It made for good TV.

?I?m glad you?re here.? The android uttered as he let his left hand wander up and stroke Paige?s imaginary ruby red hair. ?I love you.? Android Seventeen leaned down and kissed the top of the bald child?s head. It took all the intestinal fortitude the youngling had to not kill his ?boyfriend? right then and there. A strong elbow into his new partner?s gut would have to suffice.

?I . . . I love you too.? Cargo forced out, trying his damnedest not to give anything away. He slinked away from Seventeen and continued to walk forward. The cyborg jovially followed her down the path.

?Hey.? the android piped up after a short silence. ?Has the collar disabled your healing powers?? He motioned to the still sizable hole in his belly.

?Uh . . . no.? Cargo responded after a moment?s hesitation, deciding that avoidance of the situation was the best course of action.The Namekian was concerned with something else.

?So that?s what it is.? he cogitated, ?As long that injury is sustained, he won?t return to normal.? Cargo now eyed the ki pistol that his companion was now twirling around his finger. ?I need to be wary, just in case he snaps out of it.? he thought as he backtraced over to the spud gun. ?Now . . . I have to make this convincing.? Acting school would have paid off.

Cargo bent over to pick up the gun, giving Seventeen a perfect view of Paige?s ample apparitional ass. Sex appeal was as great a way as any to get what he wanted. The droid's eyes quickly found their way over to Paige's derriere. In as much of a whine as he could muster, Cargo said, ?Hey honey, this gun is too heavy for me. Can we switch?? The cybernetic brawler immediately halted his cowboy gun tricks and turned to look at Paige. His lower lip bulged outwards and his eyes widened; The classic puppy dog look.

?But I like my gun.? he replied, bottom lip quivering.

?Don?t you want me . . . me and the baby[to be safe and adequately armed. I wouldn?t be able to fire this burdensome thing.? Cargo said, thinking quick on his feet. Seventeen looked inches from throwing a tempertantrum, but his rationality soon kicked in.

?Yes . . .? the robot whined. He slowly walked over slowly and gave Paige the ki gun and relieved her of the potato cannon. ?I can have fun with this.? he exclaimed as he ran his hands over the shiny metallic weapon. ?Pew pew pew! he imitated as he pretended to shoot a few spuds into the early morning sky. However, his childish elation was soon replaced by a more somber look. ?Just don?t leave me, Paige.

?Sure.? Cargo responded, smirking. ?We?ll fight through this game together.?

?To the end.?

[Yamu]

Just as a sword smith chooses a blank stock of steel, so to did Yamu enter Dante?s Abyss. Shapeless and without a single use they both have a purpose, a goal to which they will achieve. For the block of steel and Yamu it was the same goal?to be a weapon of unparalleled merit.

As the steel is thrust into the flames to make it malleable so to did Yamu undergo a crucible placed around him by Burter. The flames heated the metal just as surely emotions boiled Yamu?s blood. The hairless human questioned himself and his goals just as the steel pondered his fate in the oven. Does the metal know it will one day be a sword? That the heat, as painful as it is in that moment, will help it reach the greater good, to make it useful? Could Yamu possibly understand that by loosing his friends and by shedding other blood, that in the end, it prepared him for what he must do? The burn of the kiln was equal to the pain Yamu knew he would feel at having to kill a friend. The veiny behemoth had mentally entered that Big Blue kiln and fought through the temptation to quit, to let his emotions beat him before an opponent could. To not face his friends to the death. As the steel fights the heat and overcomes, Yamu too survived, but the heat of his emotions was nothing without shaping. Both sword and Yamu had much more to undergo before they were useful.

Out of the coals they both go, but only to another more painful tribulation! The hammers smash the heated slug of steel, shaping and molding a worthless hunk of ore into a graceful and deadly form. Jeice had been Yamu?s hammer. The gloved fists of the white haired fighter struck like a mallet, hammering out the impurities and giving Yamu his deadly curve. A katana! Beauty and danger mixed into a single edged blade. The red skinned fighter had molded Yamu just as a sword master shapes the delicate curve just so. The process was never pretty or easy, having to face down a friend or feeling the sting of an apprentice?s strike. The steel survived, Yamu survived, and both were better for it.

But the katana is now brittle! Hot! The form is there! The shape is perfect! Yamu was just like that weapon, just as hard and fragile. Raditzu had been Yamu?s quenching bath! The glowing steel is doused in oil, removing some hardness in exchange for flexibility. A small price! With brittleness removed the gains are astounding! The katana can withstand and endure now. Forces the steel alone could never face the katana can resists, bend to the pressure and return the blow. The flowing haired Saiya-Jin had done the same to Yamu, tempered his heat to make him more deadly. The veiny juggernaut had been too impatient, to bloodthirsty, Rad had changed that, the Saiya-Jin had given Yamu the intelligence to plan his battles, to resist, to withstand the pressure and strike back when he choose.

As the katana glows by the heat of the fire under its master?s eyes, Yamu too now shone in the morning sun. Both products, near finished, that was a work of art as sure as a weapon of war. One step remains for the pair who parallel so much. A sword must be sharpened?honed to a razor edge before it fights. The veiny human needed sharpening as well?the Finals were close and the weapon was not yet complete.

One more obstacle to finish him, one more trial to pass, and Yamu would be complete.

He would be a living weapon.




Yamu had already cleaned up his meager camp site from the night before. The island was surprisingly riddled with caves and he had heated up the cans of food and took several cat naps, never sleeping for long. He awoke every few minutes to check for any opponents and keep his gun trained on the opening.

The red sun of dawn reflected across his ki sand covered arm, dancing red ghosts across the black surface that gave him mobility in his left arm. He drank a half a shot of the liquor he had found on the Farm, ?To Day Five.? It did not bother the ebony eyed Earthling as much as he though that there was no one there to toast with him?it seemed almost appropriate that the last leg had to be taken alone. He saved the rest?he still hoped to drink to two more days.

Only thirteen were left on his map?disappointingly Raditzu was one of them. No matter?anyone who could have survived what Yamu had done to him deserved to live. There was eleven other targets?eleven other obstacles. He just hoped he did not run into one of them until the time was right.

[Android 17]

Since the android had arrived on the island, four days had come and gone. Within that timeframe, Seventeen had managed to go through a bevy of spontaneous partnerships and mood swings. Even worse than that, he had accumulated his fair share of debilitating injuries as well. Despite the achy condition of his body and his eroding semblance of reality, the android advanced down the path with a smile on his face, a song in his heart, and jovial briskness in each of his steps.

Behind the cybernetic warrior, his girlfriend walked quickly in order to compensate for the unintentionally hasty gallivanting of her boyfriend. As she trudged over the dewy grass, Paige turned his eyes to the violet sky and smirk faintly at nothing in particular. Ahead of her, Seventeen came to a dramatic pause and quickly pivoted to face his redheaded soul mate.

The machine-hybrid wore a nervous expression on his face as he began to scan the surrounding forests. Before the woman had a chance to inquire as to the nature of the android?s sheepish behavior, the machine-hybrid lifted up the spud cannon and placed it on his shoulder. With a flick of his nimble fingers, Seventeen slid the weapons scope over his eyes and readied the trigger. Paige, who realized she was standing directly in the weapon?s sights, began to glance around nervously.

?Duck,? Seventeen muttered, his expression cold and heartless as his right index finger danced lightly across the gun?s trigger. Still unable to see the threat at hand, Paige arched an eyebrow as beads of sweat began to form upon her brow.

?There?s nothing in the area at??

?I said fucking duck!? The android screamed, spit shooting from his mouth as he barked the order at the woman. Without another moment of hesitation, Paige let out a squeak and dropped to her knees. As she fell out of the android?s scope, Seventeen let out a shout and depressed the trigger.

Time began to slow down as a steam poured out through the back of the potato gun. Each and every incoherent syllable of the machine-hybrid?s battle cry was accentuated and dragged out as the spud erupted forth from the barrel of the cannon in slow motion. A few yards away, the cyborg?s target gasped?his muscles moving at a crawl as he attempted to avoid the vegetable projectile.

Unfortunately for the target, time caught up just before he had a chance to escape from the potato?s path of terror. With a sickening thud, the spud connected with his forehead and exploded?flinging potato flesh and innards about as the dazed warrior stumbled backwards.

?What the hell was that all about?? Paige groaned, pushing off the ground and spinning around to see what had triggering the android to tweak out. When she saw absolutely nothing but the empty pathway, the woman clenched her slender fingers into two tight fists and began to hyperventilate as her face turned a dazzling shade of crimson. Ignoring Paige?s blatant frustration, Seventeen strode right on past her?plucking the ki pistol from her belt as he advanced toward his goal.

?If you don?t want to help, then don?t get out of the way, pwease,? the android replied, holding the ki pistol at his waist as he glared over at the former bio-android. ?Vapor?? Seventeen uttered, taking a moment to spit after speaking his rival?s name. ?Haven?t I killed you at least four times already??

[Android 17]

(OOC: It's short <_< and just a follow-up I wanted to do so Cargo was freed up to post)

?Don?t kid yourself, asshole,? the monstrosity chided. ?It?s only been three times.?

?Then how did you get out of hell this time? Huh?!? Seventeen decreed, frowning as his trigger finger once again began to grow tense.

?Sea turtles, mate,? the hellion responded, grinning from ear to ear as he wiped away a blob of potato off his forehead.

?You and I both know that makes absolutely no sense,? the android retorted casually.

?You and I also both know that you?re going insane,? Vapor spat, snickering softly as he glanced over at Paige. ?Do you even remember that you?re still participating in Dante?s Abyss? Do you even remember that the goal of this game is to slaughter all your adversaries and not to try and get to third base with them? Do you even remember who you were before your run-in with the Colds?? The former bio-android inquired, placing his hands on his hips as he waited for a wily retort from his rival.

?I know where I am!? Seventeen shouted back, his body convulsing like that of an eight-year-old on the verge of a temper tantrum. ?And did you ever think that maybe I like who I am now?? The machine-hybrid added. ?I?ve killed two people in the last twelve hours, and I don?t even feel a shred of remorse about it. I?ve never felt more alive!?

?Then it will be a pleasure to kill you,? Vapor uttered, drawing his own Old West-style ki pistol from behind his back and holding it at his waist. ?Are you man enough to play for blood, Seventeen??

?I?m your huckleberry,? the android uttered heartlessly?his eyes trained on the former bio-android as the two began to slowly walk in a circular fashion.

?I?m going to kill you,? Vapor responded as the two continued to walk in the same motion, neither one of them ready to end the standoff.

?You?re a daisy if you do,? Seventeen snickered. That was when the android noticed the subtle motion of his rival?s finger, and without another moment?s hesitation, he pulled the trigger?sending a round straight through Vapor?s forehead. A confused expression spread across the monster?s face as he fell over backwards. After blowing away the smoke from the barrel of his weapon, the android walked over to the corpse and frowned down upon it. ?You?re no daisy at all?? he muttered somberly before holstering the gun.

[King Cold444]

Colds eyes were lower than they usually sweep, which was about his waist where the average person stood to him. Instead his chin was pressed into the earth, his elbows digging into the soil. The days had shown on his features, his face blemished by the stains of hardened clay given time to conform to his visage. Wearines was in his eyes. Koola stood over him, shaking his head slightly.

"Father has lost it by this point in this lackluster competition," Koola commented. He sighed and folded his arms before his chest. "But I think he's just doing it for the ratings."

"Fuck their ratings." Cold reminded Koola, tugging him downward with an effortless performance on his part.

The mist had been replaced with a cool nonchalant demeanor in the case of the weather. The sun hadn't even begun to peek over the edge of the lands yet.

"Seriously Koola, leg or no leg, we're going to go get something to eat." Cold squirmed to a crouching position, nearly forgetting that his own arm had been lost to Dante's Abyss. Cautiously, he peeked over the hillside and saw no one of threatening demeanor. "And kill people."

"I agree, it is getting rather boring out here." Koola admitted, rubbing his shotgun. "Ah, pristine death rolled into a sleek package of badassery, primed to blow balls off of elephants. I can see why the postal servicemen--"

"Seriously Koola," Cold shaved off whatever was left unsaid. He jabbed a finger at his son. "You're fuckin' narrating it all wrong."

Koola's eye twitched slightly, but just enough for Cold to notice. He snapped back. "And you don't break the fourth wall properly."

"Shuddup Dundee."

[Kami]

The old Namek limped along, appearing more suited to bell ringing duty than being a competetor in a tournamnet. He dragged his survival bag along with him, sheer determination drove him onward. He needed to fight someone, and it needed to be big. He still had to prove to himself that he wasn't washed up, that the flame that burned inside him still raged on with the same intensity as before.

Now his only problem was going to be fighting. He knew how to fight, he had the skills and experience to go out and prove to himself once and for all he is a warrior, and a damn good one at that. But his injury severely impaired his physical abilities, the pain was constant and his once intimidating stance and prowess was now thrown to the wayside as he limped around looking like a hunchback.

He was angry with himself, for allowing this injury to impeed his progress. He did what he could to not beat himself up over it though; there a good number of people on the island seeking to do the exact same to the Namekian. He decided it was best at this point to just keep moving. No sense in dragging things out any longer than he had to. Unless it meant some of the other players picking one another off. With the latest announcement they were down a few more fighters. This is getting interesting...

[Orion]

The two stayed still for a while, having only just woken up from an inefficient and worrisome sleep. Koola was supposed to keep watch while King Cold rested, but the violet skinned prince lost the battle against fatigue and hunger and succumbed to it. Thankfully, he jolted awake from a bad dream he couldn't remember before Cold arose, masking his failure.

"Dammit, where's the sun?" Koola asked, looking to the slowly luminating horizon. "I'm getting cold."

"You don't get cold," his father retorted, blinking his eyes lazily. "That's why you're an Icer."

"Oh, yeah."

Tensions were mounting. The lack of food and the scarcity of water had put both members of the Icer royal family on edge. Not to mention that the removal of a limb each meant that their remaining body parts had to perform harder due to their absence. The back and forth conversation between the changeling overlords reflected that.

"Wait a minute," Koola remembered, "didn't you kill someone before?"

"Yeah," Cold replied before yawning impolitely. "So?"

The changeling prince rummaged through his satchel with renewed vigor. "I totally forgot. I raided his bag before we took off." In his hands he retrieved a small amount of bread; nothing that would sustain them for the rest of the competition, but enough for one decent meal.

Cold greedily snatched the food from his son's hands and stuffed it into his face, Koola doing likewise.

"So you've taken to graverobbing?" Cold said, muffled by the trace amounts of bread in his mouth.

Koola gulped hard, sending the food down his trachea and to his stomach. "So what? It's food. It's not like he can use it. It's like taking a ladder from a paraplegic."

With strengthened zeal, the emperor got to his feet and slipped the bag over his shoulder. Gripping his shock rifle, he waited for his son to gain his footing again with the aid of the shotgun. "I guess we all have to do less than royal acts in this competition."

Koola was antsy. "Yep. Now let's get moving!"

[Jinpo]

?Give me that!? Cargo barked through Paige?s illusion as he stormed over towards his hallucinatory machine-hybrid partner and grabbed the ki pistol back from him. ?There?s no one there, id . . . ? The Namekian child abruptly ended his sentence after realizing his stupid mistake. The child wanted to call as little attention to Seventeen?s defect as possible. It was just very hard for him to deal with idiocy.

?I just sent that cretin back to hell for the fourth time.? the android exclaimed, obviously unaware of the volume of his voice. With a grin wide as the Grand Canyon, he proclaimed to Paige, ?I?m a fighter. An unstoppable warrior who won?t hesistate to put one between your eyes.? Seventeen threw his forward arm towards Paige with his hand fashioned into the shape of a gun. ?Bang.?

The teenager had no idea whether his new partner was trying to prove his strength to Paige or himself. Except for the delusions, the cyborg seemed perfectly rational. Time would tell if he would remain that way, but for know, Cargo felt safe in his current situation. He held all of the cards at this point, and it seemed that he controlled Seventeen?s fate. The two resumed their voyage through the jungle, the robotic fighter leading the way after he plucked a flower from the ground to occupy his time.

?Should I rid myself of this lunatic?? The youngster wondered as his hand moved instinctively towards his holstered gun. ?The point of this game isn?t to work together. It is to brutally murder anyone who gets in your way.? The gun found its way out of Cargo?s pocket and into his small green hand. ?This cyber klunkhead has already taken out two people, maybe more. It might not be in my best interest to keep him around.?

?She loves me . . .?

The lustrous firearm was illuminated in the striking moonlight as Cargo raised it through the air. A petal dropped whimsically to the ground.

?She loves me not . . .?

Cargo aligned the barrel perfectly with Seventeen?s skull. Another petal floated to the dirt below.

?She loves me . . .?

A decision. Another petal.

?She loves me not . . .?

A single shot was fired. The final petal fell.

?She loves me . . .?

The ki ball soared over the cybernetic brawler?s cranium and collided with a branch holding a voluptuous mango, sending it tumbling down into Android Seventeen?s unsuspecting arms.

?Bang.? Cargo uttered.

?You were right!? the android cried to the former whitelighter, bearing a larger grin that before. Extending a thumbs up, he continued, ?You can use that thing! Buuuuuuuuuut, you singed my hair.? His hands shot to his jet black hair, jokingly rubbing the minute burn line through his scalp.

?Whatever.? the child responded, snappily. He had made the decision to keep him around for a bit longer. He might be useful after all. The two journeyed down the path together until the antsy android could no longer keep the silence.

?So! How?s the baby??

[Drake]

A large pile of odd shaped pebbles surrounded Kakarot, as he frowned in frustration. It?d been three days, at least he thought it had- time was hard to follow when blinded. Fortunately for the saiyajin, he was able to occupy his time with specialized training focused with addressing his sight impairment; which, for the most part had been going fairly well but now he?d hit a road block that he doubt would be something he could surpass within the next few hours.

?Damn!? Cursed Kakarot, snapping his fingers. ?I guess this is as good as I?m going to get for now.?

Somehow, he had managed to stay focused long enough to hone his various senses, making up for lost one. It wasn?t perfect but he?d gotten accurate enough that he could sense when an enemy was coming, and from what direction even if it wasn?t precise. For him though, it would be enough to get by when coupled with one of his best techniques that happen to be rather useful in this situation.

The only thing left for Kakarot to do now was to get a move on, being in one location was dangerous and he was surprised he hadn?t run into anyone at this point, and even more surprised that the area hadn?t been declared as one of the danger zones.
How long that luck would last, he wasn?t sure.

With a dejected sigh, he picked up his belongings and started off in a random direction, for while he could sense his enemies and probably protect himself from them he was still lost and could possible wander into a danger zone and blow his ass up. If his luck could hold out though, Kakarot may find a place of better shelter and possibly allies- but who was that fortunate?

Obviously, he thought he was.