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[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Burter - 11-12-2006
When you're drafted to Outcasts, you'll be sent here.
This is a military-themed meeting room. Beds are everywhere, and a throne is at the head of the room with desks nearby. The leader is 17
A-17: You will make your two draft picks official here by looking at the people who have signed up so far via computer files. Once your choice is made, I will bring them to your barracks.
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Android 17 - 11-18-2006
?Leader of the Outcasts,? the android muttered, his tone relaying the astonishment he felt toward the revelation that the file entailed. Despite the fact that he was participating in a reality television show fashioned around a mockup of an actual war, Seventeen nevertheless felt empowered and enthused by the revelation. After all, this was the first opportunity he had to truly test his prowess and finesse as a leader. As the leader of Civil Unrest, the machine-hybrid had treaded the waters when it came to responsibility.
Unfortunately for Seventeen, a previous installment of the Dante?s Abyss television series had put that capacity on what could have been an indefinite hiatus. During that installation of the series, the android had assembled the ragtag group that had beat back an alien invasion. He had even amassed new allies into the ranks of the organization, before a betrayal claimed the life of child and indirectly resulted in Seventeen?s death.
Minoshia?the name itself brought a frown the machine-hybrid?s visage and a foul taste to his mouth. The Konat had been a willing ally during the invasion of the Red Stallions, but due to his own mental ineptitude, he turned out to be nothing more then an illogical murder incapable of processing any type of reason whatsoever. Minoshia then proceeded to taking the life of an innocent child using a potent toxin, an act which solidified the android?s hatred of the tainted little man.
Although the battle that followed culminated in the cyborg?s demise, it had nevertheless proven to him what type of people to trust and keep an observant eye on at all hours. Rifling inside the desk, the machine-hybrid found an assortment of mapping devices, a flask, and what seemed to be an aged spotting scope all laid out for his usage. Scooping up the silver flask, Seventeen unscrewed the ornate cap and took a whiff of the fluids bottled inside of it.
?Vodka,? the android muttered, capping the bottle and sliding it into the pocket of his baggy denim jeans. Sliding the drawer shut for the time being, the cyborg glanced out over the sea of beds and furniture that lined the Spartan-esque bunker. Seventeen began to wonder what types of soldiers and officers he would have to server underneath his banner. Even more so then that, the android wondered how complicated it would be to rally a group of people who had seemingly been exiled by society already.
Letting out a heavy sigh, the cybernetic warrior turned his attention back to the throne that had been provided to him. The whole existence of the ornate chair seemed to clash with the otherwise bare bones appearance of the bunker supplied to the android and his future army. Nevertheless, Seventeen understood that he would have one hell of a ride ahead of him.
After all, the files had informed him that the soldiers united below his banner were merely an amalgamation of strange, bizarre, and potentially weird warriors who shared nothing in common but the fact that they were all equally unique in on way or another. All of this was mirrored by their leader, who was a cybernetic humanoid suffering from amnesia, mood swings, and potentially bipolar disorder.
?I just can?t seem to escape war,? the android muttered sarcastically, running his fingers over the collar around his neck. Although he was in fact being sardonic, Seventeen still found it kind of depressing that his life seemed to revolve around fighting, dying, and killing. It was almost like the cyborg had been trapped in some type of endless cycle with no visible means of escape.
Partially saddened by the personal revelation, the machine-hybrid plopped down at the crude chair in front of the computer desk. As the documents had instructed, Seventeen was to select two people from the list of registered competitors who would serve as his initial draft picks. The remainder of his drafting would be executed by the minds behind the game?s creators.
?Okay, now let?s see if I can?t find someone to draft,? the android murmured, bringing up the program that listed the people who had completed the signup process. ?Hmm, Piccolo Daimoun, Akane Kimidori, Jeice, Kid Buu,? the cyborg paused on the last name before chuckling a little bit and continuing down the list.
Unfortunately, after skimming the entire sheet of competitors, Seventeen made the disheartening decision that Kid Buu was the only person on the roster who he knew, but why him? The bizarre little monster, despite being someone he trusted and had worked with in the past, nevertheless epitomized the stereotype for someone the android figured would be fighting for the Outcasts. Even with that shred of knowledge, the machine-hybrid knew he did not want to have to fight Kid Buu.
?Shit,? Seventeen muttered, reaching into his pocket and producing the silver flask. After taking a swig of the liquor, the cyborg clicked the necessary buttons and watched as the draft was processed. A few feet in front of the throne, a brilliant cylinder of light hummed to life?serving as the harbinger for the arrival of the puttalin-forged golem. When the light faded, a very bewildered Kid Buu was left in its wake, and with a visibly confused look upon his face. ?Welcome to the Outcasts, Kid Buu,? Seventeen decreed, a smile stretched across his pale countenance.
OOC: Outcasts = +1 Midget Buu
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Android 17 - 11-21-2006
There was a sort of pervading, awkward silence that filled the empty bunker as the two warriors glanced at one another. Tilting his head to his side, Kid Buu shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the android smiling at him. Apparently plagued by the inability to talk once again, the child-sized golem walked away?his attention apparently diverting to anyplace except where the cybernetic warrior was standing.
?Oh well,? Seventeen remarked, waltzing back over the computer terminal that had been set up for him prior to his arrival. ?Beggars can?t be choosers,? the cyborg said, sitting in the chair to continue his quest for a secondary draft selection. The list had swelled substantially in just the short window of time it had taken for Kid Buu to arrive and become immensely bored. Nevertheless, the machine-hybrid turned his attention back to the desk.
Rooting through the desk once again to liberate anything else he could potentially utilize in the game before progressing any further, Seventeen fumbled upon a small, cylindrical bottle. Removing the orange bottle from the desk, the android, upon inspection of the label, realized that the container was filled with prescription pain killers. Laughing faintly at the tiny bottle, the android glanced over at Kid Buu. Once he was certain the little creature wasn?t watching him, Seventeen stuffed the bottle into the pocket of his trench coat.
?Now let?s see who all is here,? the cybernetic warrior muttered, scrolling up and down the list of competitors as he searched for someone who he actually knew. Just when the onyx-haired youth was about to give up hope and click any old moron, a new name popped up at the bottom of the list. Smiling profusely at the new revelation, Seventeen flashed a stupid grin in Kid Buu?s direction?the magical construct frowned before sitting down on one of the beds. ?You?ll like this, Kid Buu,? the android uttered, clicking the accept button.
Once the command had been processed by the machines, another beam of light hummed to life near the center of the room. Both warriors in the room turned their attention to the cylinder of white energy and watched as it faded to reveal Seventeen?s draft pick.
?How the hell?? Super Buu uttered, glancing around at the room in shock. ?I wasn?t even in the lobby for more then three seconds!? Noticing his friend and leader, the bubblegum-colored monster waved one of his hands and grinned. ?Like old times I guess,? he replied, obviously picking up on the fact that Seventeen was the leader of the army.
?It gets better,? the android replied, pointing behind Buu?s back at his predecessor. ?A lot better,? the cybernetic warrior added, laughing slightly.
OOC: Outcasts = +1 Suppa Buu0rz
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Belle Hibiki - 11-21-2006
Kid Buu surveyed the pallid android's face for a few moments, his expression inscrutable. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he grunted. It was a disconsolate kind of noise, but one which was about as close to acknowledgement as the little monster ever got. He glared from beneath his heavily drooped brow at the cybernetic warrior, his blood-red irises glinting.
It wasn't necessarily that the majin had a problem with the leader of Civil Unrest. He didn't dislike him, at least, and he was glad to see a familiar face - although he would never admit it. No, it ran deeper than that.
Seventeen made him feel... uncomfortable. Why the android did this was a complex reason. "Why" was something that the little warrior didn't really want to examine. He felt that he might discover, on looking at it closely, a crack. A terrible flaw. Something not right.
He turned his eyes away from the android and onto the rest of the room, observing with satisfaction the militaristic lines and furniture that flanked the walls. The oppressive weight of his brooding lifted slightly from his child-like mind.
The furnishings were a welcome change to him after the extravagant comfort of the waiting room. Some might have called his feelings on the matter ironic, as he had displayed a flagrant disregard for any kind of conventional morality in the past. He valued honesty in expression. If he was going to participate in a bloodbath, the decor should match.
He tapped his booted foot on the ground as he waited in the stillness, listening to the shuffling of Seventeen rifling through his desk's contents with an irritated sort of detachment. The young man had apparently been very busy since the majin had last seen him; he could sense, even with his fledgling abilities, a significant increase in the android's power level. He scowled at nothing, his finger joining his foot and tap-tap-tapping against his slender pink bicep with his arms folded. Closed. Distanced.
How far had be been outstripped?
The question wormed through his belly before slithering up through his throat and into his brain. It snaked through his primitive mind like a pack of wild wolves, snarling and growling and gnashing at each other's heels, devouring itself in frustration. An eye ticked under one of his Cro-Magnon brows, and he turned his head slightly to watch as the ebony-haired android sat behind his computer, clicking through lists and searching for the next pack member. Buu glared at him, but the android didn't seem to be paying attention. His anger faltered, fizzled, and finally died away, leaving a hollow. It wasn't the android he was truly angry with.
Seventeen looked up and smiled in his direction. He said something, but Buu wasn?t really paying attention until a bright white light stabbed into the center of the room, erupting between him and the android. The child warrior made a small gurgling noise of surprise and shielded his eyes, but the light was gone the next moment, leaving a figure standing in its place. A tall figure. A pink figure. A figure he knew all too well, one whom he had struggled to compete against since the moment of its conception.
"How the Hell?" Super Buu blustered in bewilderment.
Kid Buu smirked despite his anger. Well, maybe this Conquest thing wasn't going to be a total loss after all.
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Warako - 11-22-2006
As Cell Junior sat on the sofa out of boredom and exhaustion, he couldn?t help but wonder what this crap on television he was stuck watching. He surveyed the surrounding area of the couch only to find the remote was in the grasp of a pink kid that was about the same size as Cell Junior. ?I wonder what kind of reception he gets off that antenna on his head,? thought Cell Jr., as he appeared to laugh for no apparent reason to those around him. Luckily, CJ received some fortune as one of the employers for this competition came out of a door that is kept locked on the outside for those seated in the drafted lounge.
The Dante staff member made an announcement for the entire lounge to hear, ?Will Kid Buu please report to me immediately.?
Junior looked around to see whom the employees were asking about only to see the pink man beside him jump up. He tossed the television remote onto the couch, which happened to land beside Cell Junior. Gasping in a moment of joy, the freckled warrior lunged for the remote and grabbed it as he ignored where the pink person was being taken. Sitting up on the sofa, CJ awed at the television as he was finally able to surf the channels to find something of his liking.
The same voice he heard about five minutes ago came back into his ears, ?Will Cell Junior please report to me immediately.?
The winged creature?s jaw dropped as he slammed the remote down in frustration and stormed off towards the Dante Staff member. ?Why does this always happen to me?? thought Cell Junior, ?When will I catch a break?? he mumbled as he approached the announcer and was directed into the room that is reserved for Dante Staff only.
?Step onto the tele-tube please,? said a female attendant who was seated at a computerized desk as he punched in what appeared to be coordinates.
?Whatever,? snapped the tiny blue man as he made his way onto the pad.
In a heartbeat, CJ arrived to the barracks of his army, which wasn?t very packed at the moment. Stepping off the pad, he made his way into the room, which had a few members of his army in it.
?Mr. Cell Junior is?? announced the blue man as he had trouble getting the last part out as the little pink man who hogged the remote caught his attention and a bit farther down the room, he noticed what appeared to be the same pink person but larger. They both had antenna?s protruding from their heads?
?What kind of an army is this?? thought CJ.
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Super Buu - 11-23-2006
In a swirl of lights, Super was whisked away from Vegeta. The sensation of having his feet lifted off the ground lasted but a moment, and then he was dunked ? rather unceremoniously ? into the receiving tube.
Buu groaned as the door slid open, staggering the first couple of steps and shaking his head. ?Well, at least that?s over,? he grumbled.
Almost as soon as he had spoken those words, he felt his body dematerialising once more. Just as the words ?son of a bitch? began to form on the monster?s lips, he vanished.
Almost instantaneously, Buu reappeared ? this time in what seemed to be an army bunker. ?How the hell?? he exclaimed. ?I wasn?t even in the lobby for more than three seconds!? His questions were answered when he noticed who else was in the room ? his friend and leader, Seventeen. ?Like old times I guess,? he grinned, waving to the cyborg.
Seventeen chuckled before pointing behind himself. ?It gets better. A lot better.?
Buu peeked around the cybernetic warrior, and the inquisitive expression on his face was quickly replaced by something akin to pure hatred. ?Oh you son of a bitch.?
Standing there was Kid Buu ? Super?s older, albeit younger-looking counterpart. The little being?s face was scrunched up in what might have been a grin, or a scowl; Supes could never tell.
Sighing, the rubbery behemoth turned back to Seventeen. ?You must have been refreshing like a bitch to snap me up so fast,? he grinned. ?I bet the other commanders are pissed. It?s like the last Wii going out of stock just as you click to order.?
The cybernetic warrior rolled his eyes. Apparently, Super?s sense of self-importance had diminished none since their last encounter. ?I needed someone I could trust, and nobody else fit the bill.?
?Awww,? the majin cooed, clasping his rubbery palms together. ?I feel so special.?
??Special?, that?d be us,? stated the android dryly. ?Our army is called the Outcasts ? we?re basically a bunch of misfits from every corner of the universe.?
Buu shrugged. ?Suits me,? he said, placing his hands behind his head. Nodding over to his ?brother?, the only other being created by Bibidi, he asked; ?why?s he here??
?Pretty much the same reasons,? replied Seventeen, spinning his chair so that he faced Kid Buu, who was busying himself with the controls of a small black-and-white television set. ?He?s not the brightest of bulbs, but he can fight, and I trust him.?
?Well,? muttered Super sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at his stumpy doppelganger. ?I?m glad one of us does.?
OOC: CJ?s entry comes after this post. I just thought I?d get in Supes?s thoughts and such following his teleportation. =O
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Warako - 11-23-2006
Shaking his head in disbelief, Cell Junior observed the room further closely to reveal any other possible antenna people. Luckily, he found none, leading him to believe these are the only two people to have that sort of appearance.
Still being unfamiliar with the whole rule set of the event, CJ made his way to a bed near the congregation of the antenna boys united and the actual normal looking human. As he closed in on them, the winged creature paid them no mind and took a seat on a bed within hearing range of the three if they were to partake in a normal conversation aloud. Until they mingled though, CJ buried his face within the folder of information, which he never really looked to begin with.
Analyzing over the information Junior finally discovered the true information about everything. Apparently he had been clumped into the Outcasts group, which is the misfits or strange people brought together. ?That?d explain the antenna boys and myself for being placed here, but why is a human apart of this group than?? thought the Outcast Junior himself.
Further inspection of the information presented to him shows that apparently the human figure is in fact a Machine-Hybrid who goes by the name of Seventeen.
?Just dandy, tis truly a Outcast group after all. What?s next? Flying unicorns as the cavalry?? said Cell Jr. aloud.
Still paying no mind to the three nearby, he wasn?t sure if they heard that little statement but didn?t bother to look up to see if he received any looks, last thing he wanted was to get speared by the antenna?s of the pink men duo.
?I wonder whether or not I?ll die in this tournament. They said all deaths aren?t the real thing and that you?ll simply placed back where you came from when you die here. I don?t see how that can be possible,? thought Cell Junior to himself as he had finished reading all the information he was given.
The winged creature let out a sigh of uncertainty as he slid the folder between the mattress and the box spring and laid out amongst the bed staring up above at the ceiling.
?Hopefully I?ll run into people who will recognize me and perhaps fill me in on my lost memories,? pondered the freckled creature.
?Than it hit him, a thought, one that he never thought of asking.? CJ sat up quickly and threw a question at the pink men and the semi-humanish guy, ?What do we get for winning? I could sure use some zeni!?
(OOC: Thought I'd spit something out before Turkey + Football.)
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Uno - 11-23-2006
As the prince of changelings stepped into the machine, a bright light flooded his entire body as he and his companion disappeared from the surface of Vegeta. Images began zooming into his mind, all of them involving himself being teleported from one place to another, and all the bad things that seemed to happen to him. The last image was him on the Vegeta planet surface, and a Ki missile heading right for his...
Koola opened his eyes, and found himself in a large room, kinda like a barracks of some sort. He saw several bipedal creatures with tentacles for arms, and insect-like monsters crawling on the wall. He noticed hundreds of beds and a large throne surrounded by several desks. This must be, Koola thought, an army participating in the Conquests tournament.
?Master Koola! Up here!? The blue fighter looked up to see his acquaintance standing upside down on the ceiling of the barracks. He began to laugh to himself. It seems that Flemings had troubles with the teleporter and was sent there because of a failure. But, after looking at his surroundings some more, he noticed that everything was upside down, the desks, the beds, the soldiers. Then, like an old cartoon where you don?t fall down a cliff until you see you?re not standing on anything, Koola fell from his spot on the ceiling and landed on his neck with a ?Crash!?
Flemings rushed to his aid and helped him get up. Koola began to rub his neck, as a 30 ft fall can hurt even the strongest of people. Once he regained his balance, he stood tall, hoping no one saw his blunder.
He looked around at the surroundings for a moment, trying to find out where he was. Right then, a petite woman how looked to be in her mid-twenty?s and wore gigantic glasses to hide her squinty eyes. He was in a uniform, similar to the ones secretaries wore. As she strolled up to Koola, he noticed that on her name tag was written, ?Molly.? Molly politely bowed to Koola as she flipped through he notebook.
?Ah yes, Koola was it? I?m terribly sorry about this, but it seems that there was a problem with the teleporter...? Before she could finish, Koola spoke up and began to yell at her.
?You bet there is! I just wanted to come to this to train and receive a prize. But instead, I come upside down and fall. I nearly broke my neck, you wench! Have whoever is in charge fix that problem, because I?m tried of things happening to me with these LOUSY, CRAPPY, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, PIECES OF SHIT YOU CALL TELEPORTERS!?
After waiting for him to cease, Molly spoke up. ?I?m sorry about that, but I meant to say that the teleporters transported you directly into the Outcast?s Barracks, but you weren?t supposed to be sent here. You should have been sent to the Meeting grounds to meet with other people before you get drafted. But, I guess you can just stay here, since the games are about to begin shortly. Welcome to the Outcasts!
ooc: I just decided to get something up before the Thanksgiving party begins at my house. If someone could post meeting me, that would be great. Outcasts ftw!!!
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Drake - 11-23-2006
Obviously a late arrival, Kakarot stepped up behind the little blue bug and two pieces of large pink chewing gum to look upon Android 17 curiously. ?This is definitely different than previous D.A.?s? He stated suddenly; his eyes moved away from the androids face and began to examine the barracks which he?d just been moved to. In the past you usually found yourself out in the middle of nowhere with some supplies, but this time it seems he was dumped into a shelter with a rag-tag group of fighters.
The saiyajin scrutinized all of the people currently before him, reaching out with his ki sense- which was severely dampened by some unknown field- trying to get a feel for their true power. From what Kakarot could reason out, it appeared that the fighters here were of a pretty high caliber which confirmed that this was Dante?s Abyss. That bloody battle was about the only thing in this universe that could get a group of warriors at this level to gather into one place, but the sudden change in theme was a bit shocking- what was the theme anyway? In his haste to enter he?d not bothered to ask the recruiter who had shoved him off into a teletube about this particular round of D.A.
Kakarot furrowed his brow, deep in thought, trying to puzzle out this change of venue while his fellow participants probably looked at him in confusion at his lack of a greeting.
?Ah ha!? Kakarot yelled gleefully; slamming his fist into the palm of his hand at the same time. ?I understand now, we?re shoved together to save time. One of us has to beat the others before we?re moved onto the next round with another group of fighters.? The saiyajin cracked his knuckles and gave childish grin. ?Sounds like fun, so who wants to try me first??
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Android 17 - 11-24-2006
Seventeen sighed as he returned to his throne and stared out at the bunker. Super Buu, Kid Buu, and ?Mr. Cell Junior? were milling around for seemingly no reason other then the sake of burning excess calories, but at least it seemed like the animosity between the two golems would not become a hassle during the contest. Pulling out the drawer in his desk, the android pulled out the majority of the mapping devices and was startled to see a sparkling handgun that had been waiting for him beneath the tools and papers.
Picking up the polished, ebony gun, Seventeen ejected the clip and smiled when he saw that the weapon was indeed loaded. After a few more inspections, the cyborg identified the firearm as a Desert Eagle?an immensely powerful .50 caliber, semi-automatic handgun. Despite the fact that his natural ki was leagues beyond any firearm, the machine-hybrid was nevertheless enamored by the sleek, powerful look of the gun.
After turning the handgun?s safety on, Seventeen slid it into the inner pocket of his trench coat and spun his chair around to face his troops. A few more soldiers had been teleported into the bunker?including a changeling, his apparent associate, and a black-haired man standing near the far wall of the room. Sighing inwardly, the machine-hybrid walked back over to his throne and sat near the edge of the unnecessarily extravagant chair.
His eyes were glued on the middle of the bunker?s central row as he waited for the next batch of recruits to be beamed into the chamber. A cylinder of light suddenly surged to life, and a moment later, a small group of creatures filed out from the beam of energy and marched toward the front of the bunker. Seventeen smiled at the recruits and took a moment to shake all of their hands and exchange pleasantries before dismissing them.
As the new soldiers broke apart from their line, the android became aware of the person still standing at the epicenter of the point of arrival. Although she was garbed in uncharacteristic, revealing military fatigues, Seventeen still knew Paige when he saw her. The former whitelighter smiled faintly as she waved one of her nimble hands toward the cyborg.
Without another moment of hesitation, the green-skinned woman dashed forward and embraced the seated android. Seventeen smiled as he wrapped his arms around Paige?s thin waist and pulled her closer to him. Placing the woman on his lap, the machine-hybrid took a moment to glance over her outfit: combat boots, camouflaged shorts, and a camouflaged shirt cut in a way to scantily display the woman?s thin abdomen.
?That outfit isn?t regulation,? Seventeen snickered, his comment eliciting a laugh from the woman. ?But I guess I should view this as an interesting turn of events, but why did you decide to signup? You were so adamant against me going off to compete in the last Dante?s Abyss,? Paige giggled slightly and shrugged her shoulders innocently.
?We both know what happened in that contest,? she stated, her voice losing some of its pep as her statement reached its terminus. After pausing a moment to draw fresh breath into her lungs, Paige continued, her tone conveying the same variation of moroseness. ?At least if I am here, then I can protect you from the lunatics and sycophants that encompass the majority of people that sign up for these inane events,? the jade-skinned woman let out a sigh and frowned slightly. Before she could speak, Seventeen leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers?effectively silencing her and derailing her train of thought.
?You just better not go off and die on me,? Seventeen said, his tone devoid of the sarcasm one might normally expect the android to utilize when speaking. ?Game or not, I can?t stand to watch you die a second time,? the plea elicited a silent nod from the woman, who still seemed flabbergasted from the impromptu kiss just a few moment?s earlier.
?I brought your armor,? she finally uttered, producing a capsule from one of the pockets on her jacket. Depressing the tab, the android?s girlfriend let the diminutive storage container slid from her fingers and crack open on the concrete below. After assisting Paige off his lap and to a standing location, Seventeen collected the saiya-jin breastplate from the floor. The former whitelighter stepped forward to help the cybernetic warrior remove his sword and trench coat, and then he slid the armor over his chest.
Once he had put back the rest of his garments, the cyborg thanked the woman with a kiss and playfully dismissed her. Paige reacted by mischievously sticking her tongue out at her boyfriend and sauntering off his slightly elevated platform. With a contented sigh, Seventeen parked himself on his throne once again and waited for more of his army to arrive.
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Burter - 11-24-2006
OCB:
Check the NPC List for the descriptions.
They've all arrived
[PS] Outcasts Barracks - Super Buu - 11-24-2006
Fighters were teleporting in left right and center, but Buu wasn?t paying much notice. He was busily rifling through his rules folder, frowning and scratching his head. ?Wait, so ? we actually have to build stuff?? He groaned. ?This is going to be less fighting than I thought.?
Meanwhile, in the other corner of the room, one particularly loud soldier was shouting something. ?Come on! Don?t tell me you?re all cowards!?
Super snapped out of his trance irritably, turning to face whoever it was that was interrupting him. ?Could you shut up! I?m trying to get my head ?round these rules!?
?Oh I see.? The soldier, who Buu could now see was a human with spiky black hair, grinned and adopted a fighting stance. ?You?re scared of me, is that it??
?Wh--? The majin?s look of surprise quickly hardened into a frown, and a low growl escaped from between his pearly fangs. ?What! Is that a challenge!??
The human continued to grin. ?Well, that?s up to you. Do you think you can take me??
Supes leapt to his feet, readily casting the folder aside. As he clenched his fists, a devilish smirk began to fill his face. ?Well, you asked for it!? With that, the majin leapt forward, head lowered at his target like a charging bull.
And then, just as impact seemed imminent, the human ? disappeared.
Buu ground his thick boots against the barracks floor and skid to a halt. ?What the fuck?? he spat. ?Where did he go??
The golem got his answer a mere moment later as two intertwined fists collided with the top of his head. Feeling as though his brain had just exploded out through his eyes, Buu collapsed to the floor with a heavy grunt. Snarling, he rolled over onto his back and hopped to his feet. His opponent was there, body tense, but demeanour somehow relaxed.
?Alright human,? grumbled Super, adding a venomous tint to his last word. ?You?re not as weak as I thought you were.? He smirked, easing up to his full height. ?But I was holding back just a second ago. Wait until you see my real power.? With a flash, his rose aura burst into life, and, as its thrumming grew louder and louder, a roar escaped the monster?s lips. In a flash of light, the old Buu disappeared ? only to be replaced by something stronger.
The newly-transformed being flicked his elongated headtail nonchalantly, shattering one of the floortiles in front of him with deadly accuracy. ?Now ? are you sure you still want to fight??
All the while, the human soldier had been watching with what seemed to be polite interest. But as soon as his opponent had finished talking, he smiled. ?I just wanted to say ?? his eyebrows arched downward as the floor began to shake. ?? I?m not a human.?
In an instant, the man was consumed with golden fire. Almost lazily the strands of his hair began to float upwards, until they too were lit up with energy. Buu watched in disbelief as his opponent?s aura stabilised, leaving one short, grinning Super Saiyan.
The son of Bardock cocked his head. ?What?s the matter? I thought you wanted to fight all out.?
By this point, much of the room was staring at the tussle, mouths agape. Were these really the warriors they would be fighting alongside? Would their enemies be this strong? As if watching a theatre production play out, they turned to Buu in rapture for his next line.
Just as the majin opened his mouth to respond, another voice cut through the tension. ?Alright, that?s enough.?
?But ?? Buu turned to face his leader, a puppy-dog look on his face. ?We were just getting started!?
?Save it for the enemy,? barked Seventeen, looking across at the saiyan to make sure he also understood. ?We?re supposed to be working as a team.?
?Oh ?? Kakarot sighed disappointedly and allowed his golden hair to flop back to its normal ebony self. ?I guess I got the wrong idea.?
Seeing his opponent reverting, Buu did the same. Ah well, he thought. At least I know something about my allies now. Sauntering back over to he had been, the golem of puttalin picked up his discarded folder and flopped into a military hammock. Feeling as if he was being watched, the majin?s eyes flitted over to his left, only to see a number of soldiers staring at him.
?Dammit,? grumbled Super. ?What??