[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Retane]

The mercenary turned an looked in the direction of the one who had spoke to him. A boy, nearing the age of a full grown man looked on at him. The young warrior was clad in white and black, and bore a great smile upon his face. Did this Yamcha not know what he was about to get into? Could he possibly be that sadistic? No. His eyes didn't tell the story of death.

"What did you call me" barked the namekian, wondering if perhaps the boy was a bit unstable in his head.

"I called you brother. I was adopted..." Yamcha stopped as Retane waved a hand, not wanting the headache of a drawn out story. Yamcha stood there hushed for a moment but then turned to a servant passing by. "Could you bring us plenty of sweetened water please? Me and my freind here are about to have a drinking contest."

"Wha..." the assassin's jaw stood agape as he heard the boys command. How had he gotten pulled into this? The boy turned back to him, that smile ever to appearent, and saton the coushioned sofa, right beside him. The humanoid slug turned to the human with an annoyed glare, finishing his water in one final gulp.

"Cheer up", cooed Yamcha, "We use to do this all the time back on Namek. The others were good but the best in our village. Don't tell me you're scared." The boy had guts and arrogance, the namek would give him that, and he had just challenged the mercenary. A Smug smile came across the renegades face as he decided he would take this boy up on his challenge, so that afterwords, he might actually get some peace and quiet to think upon the days to come.

"Dont think I caught your name?"

"Retane."

There was a silence until the servant came back with multiple pitchers of the order fluid and placed them upon the table in front of the two. The mercenary looked on as he was offered the pitcher to drink out of instead of his glass being refilled. He accepted and looked at the boy, who was still smiling. Yamcha nodded and took a picther of his own and began to drink Retane followed suit, allowing the cool sweet liquid to flow down his throat.

As the namek finished his pitcher he set it down and got ready to grab a second as did his drinking rival. But Retane stopped, as he got the glimpse of the previous DA going on. On the screen now, was a scene involving himself, and the saiyan he betrayed.

[Nori]

She nodded to the Konat; accepting his offer with little hesitation. Removing herself from the seat she walked behind the swordsman until they reached the bar, where she pondered on what to get to drink. Finally deciding she whispered in Tapion?s ear shyly, so as to not draw attention to herself from the other members of the tournament.

?Some hot water, please.? Tapion was slightly disengaged by the comment; as he had expected a real beverage to be ordered if not some kind of alcoholic brew. He himself ordered a cold ale and in moments both were delivered, Akane?s in a bamboo glass while Tapion?s was in a wooden mug. Taking the glass she looked at a Saiyan sitting at the bar, who was staring at her.

Putting her hands into her right weighted boot she withdrew a small leathery sack in one fluid motion, opening it to withdraw a pinch of the contents and drop them into her boiling water. After a few moments the water began to turn a light green, the herbs and other minerals dissolving into the boiling water. Turning to face the Konat as he drank his elixir she spoke to him. ?That is a nice sword you have. I have never seen one like it. Is it just for show??

She knew it was a stupid question but she felt inclined to ask question for future reference, not knowing if the sword was just in place for the ?Tough guy don?t mess with me, look?. Turning around as she took a sip of her now brewed beverage she found that the Saiyan was staring at her abdomen, but he quickly looked away. Setting her drink gently on the surface of the bar, she preceded to walk towards the Saiyan talking to him gently as she drew near.

?Is there a reason you are staring at my butt?? The bald saiyan blushed, only to quickly and angrily speak back at her. ?I wasn?t staring at you, human!? He spat, and rolling her eyes Akane turned around to walk away. Moving her buttocks more then necessary as she walked away the golden youth walked back to the swordsman, almost collapsing in giggles.

?Did you see his face when I accused him of that? He almost leaped at me! You know. I think he may have been checking me out.? Pointing discreetly to where Nappa was sitting she showed the Konat who she was talking about, and he couldn?t help but smile. The man was certainly a large muscled fellow. Ordering another round of drinks he brought himself back to the conversation that had occurred before they had preceded to talk about Nappa.

?This sword isn?t for show, lass. Its deadly efficient.? He didn?t say this to gloat however, more as if he was just stating a fact. Akane couldn?t help but have a deeper respect for the man now, having learned that he was a skilled fighter.

[Mowgli]

Retane?s eyes remained focused on the television, as did the eyes of the human Yamcha. The warrior on the screen who Retane was interacting with seemed to resemble a fighter that Yamcha had seen before.

Retanes swift movement and the giant warriors slow reactions. At first it seemed the two were friendly towards each other, but then Retane killed him. Yamcha was amazed at the fact that a warrior of the size and stature equivalent to the saiyan shown on the screen was killed by a simple playing card. He was slightly annoyed at the fact he could hear nothing, but he got the message. He stood there standing beside the cold blooded Retane.

Now slightly worried because of the fact that the same pouch Retane carried that day. Yamcha turned his head when the blood began to spew from the saiyan?s neck onto Retane.

When Retane saw this he said one word ?Watch.?

For some odd reason, Yamcha chose to listen and he reverted all of his attention to the television once again. He could see a sadistic smile spread across the face of Retane on the screen, and a smirk on the face of Retane who stood beside him.

Feeling uncomfortable Yamcha quickly attempted to change the subject ?You still haven?t beaten me yet Mr. Retane. That video ain?t gunna save you in this contest.? joked Yamcha.

Yamcha refilled both his cup and the cup that belonged to Retane. He picked up his cup, and picked up Retane?s cup. As he began to gulp the once more, he handed Retane his cup in the hopes that their little competition may continue, and the thoughts that were racing through the mind of Yamcha. The boy drank yet another cup of sweetened water, and Retane stood there looking at him with an ice cold stare.

Yamcha placed Retane?s cup back down and sat on the nearest seat he could find.

OOC: Short once again

[Downy Peach]

The girl gulped down her hot water, much to the drunken Konat's surprise. How did that not burn? Then with a cheery grin, she looked right back at him. She was blithe, and although Tapion found it rather strange for her to be entering at such a young age, after the previous display, it seemed as though she was far more capable then he gave her credit for. The red haired boozer carefully plucked two grapes from a bowl on the bar, and began juggling them easily. Adding another two to the mix, the trick became excessive and eventually, there were ten grapes in total being juggled with his two hands!

?Ah, see? Now watch.?

The grapes did one final round in the air, and all at the same time, disappeared. Tapion turned round to face her, his cheek bulging, obviously full of grapes. Then suddenly, one final grape landed in her empty cup. She turned to him and smiled, he drunkenly tried to replicate her smile, but couldn't. His breath, a vile mix of grapes, whisky and now ale, was beginning to get even worse then he had ever recognised, for now, he could actually smell his own breath. Not like he cared; he was never sober, and therefore, didn't have to worry about the hygiene they did.

?Captain Flint taught me that, such a bilge rat, that one.?

The girl looked at him, puzzled. She obviously wasn't familiar with the talk of the sea, or Captain Flint for that matter. Tapion brought the last drop of ale to his mouth, brought the cup out, and began serving himself some whisky from the tap.

[Kirano]

?Where are you going Medena?? asked Bulma to the woman whom U turned from entering the large and noisy lounge. ?Don?t you wanna chill for a bit??

?Forget it. I?m staying outside until I get drafted for this thing.?

?Why? Come on I?ll buy you a drink,? offered the girl.

?No thanks,? replied the other, refusing to state the reason why. The truth was that she is unsociable. ?Besides you are under age now!? With those said words, Bulma felt as if a thousand bombs plunged on top of her. The thought of restriction from drinking Pina Colada shattered her. ?Damn it,? she cursed, throwing her fist through the air. After a second of moodiness, she lightened up again. ?Aha I got it. How about I give you zeni to get me the drink??

?How about no!? answered the other simply, and straight forward.

?Ah come on, pleeeeeeease. Please, please, please.? Medena grew irritated with the pleading. Bulma could see it was getting to her, and purposely continued to plead. ?But I thought you don?t like breaking the rules??

?I?m not. Technically, I am old enough to buy a drink. At least I would have been if not for the you know what.? The human?s statement was enough to persuade her into giving in.

?Alright, I?ll order you your drink. After I do, I will leave. Do we have a deal??

?Absolutely,? replied the girl, ecstatic. The two finally entered the lobby. ?Whoa, check it out,? said Bulma, concerning the amount of people who were gathered in the lobby. Some people were conversing with each other whilst standing. Others were watching TV. Some were eating, and others were at the bar. Her attention came to a large, bald saiyan who sat next to an old man by the bar.

If I?m not mistaken, that?s Nappa. Yeah, he?s the same guy I met at the bar during Dante?s Abyss. Oh, this is embarrassing. I hope he does not remember the time I threw up on his shoes.

?What?s the matter, you seem nervous,? said Medena, who could tell by the girl?s body language, which was hesitant to head towards the bar. ?Long story.?

?You keep staring at the saiyan, do you know him? Is he an enemy of yours? she asked in a protective manner. ?No, no, no, there is nothing to worry about. He?s one of the good guys, despite his rugged appearance,? replied the teen, still focused on the large man.

?Good, someone you know. He can buy you your drink. See you soon.?

?But?? Before Bulma could finish her words, the semi demon vanished from the lobby. ?Arrggh,? grunted the girl. She sighed, and then made her way over to the bald man. She tapped him softly on his shoulder. He turned around, glancing at the woman in his presence. ?Hey Nappa, it?s Bulma. Long time no see.? She placed a finger on her hair, stroking it softly, hoping he would not remember the incident from Dante?s Abyss restaurant.

OOC: With the Napstar and Goh Goh Sr.

[Dantes]

The saiya-jin elite had gone through eighteen Yuengling lagers before the bearded human left his presence. Gohan was a chatty old fellow, but he could sense that the old man had some power to him. It was considerably lower than his own, but still the guy had power and that was saying something considering the shape of the man.

Nappa was ordering his nineteenth when a soft and gentle hand tapped him on the shoulder. Slowly turning around, praying it wasn?t the old man who?d just about given him a headache, but to his surprise it was a seemingly young girl with long blue hair. The lady, who?d said her name was Bulma, seemed to think they were friends.

?Monsieur, Bonsoir. This girl you see has memories of you stored inside her. She seems to think that you?d met before, and that you helped her recover from a quite nasty hangover. She seems to think highly of you, and it wouldn?t be smart to turn such a lovely looking lady down,? Dante explained, returning to Nappa?s mind.

?What the hell is going on?? Nappa thought to himself, as he looked at the girl and smiled.

Bulma was a good bit shorter than he, but he could sense an amazing power radiating from the human girl. ?It?s been a while Nappa, but I don?t remember you being a big drinker. What has happened with you since then?? She asked, smiling back at him while taking a seat at the bar.

?I?ve been bouncing around the universe, doing odd mercenary jobs here and there. I couldn?t resist a cold brew though, it?s been so long since I?ve been able to relax, but I guess this is the calm before the big storm,? Nappa burped, ? where have you been all this time, hopefully not drinking??

Bulma gave a knock on the bar, getting the attention of the bartender, and handed him her glass for a refill. She took a moment to think about things, before with a large breath began to speak.

(OOC: short, but i was under odd circumstances)

[Paragus]

The couch started to take the mold of the saiyan's muscular frame. He continued clicking the remote at the T.V like a mindless zombie looking for something decent to watch. A taste of stale original potato chips filled the fighter's tastebuds. Paragus gave a quick glance around the room and noticed the populus had gone up. Among the new faces was Yamcha, the arrogant fighter he met in Baba's castle and then fought to a grueling stalemate.

"I gotta move" the saiyan said as he forced himself out of his comfortable sofa seat.

The lounge seemed bustling with conversation between different warriors from all over the universe. Paragus crept over to the bar area where he took a seat all the way at the far end of the long bar stand. He extended his hand and gently tapped two knuckles against the rich mahogony.

"What can I getcha" The bartender said while cleaning a glass for the saiyan to use.

"Just a water, please" The saiyan responed laying his head down on the stand.

Comin right up" The tender said as he took the mug and walked in the beverage area of the bar.

The curious sayain swung himself around on his rotatable bar stool and began to look at the fighters once more. Yamcha was still sitting on one of the many sofas throughout the lounge, he was also still sitting next to the cloaked Namekian. He swung back around just in time to recieve his water. Each sip was more and more refreshing then the last.

"I might as well live it up while im here cuz there wont be too much living from now on" The saiyan said to himself contemplating whether or not to switch his drink to hard liquor.

OOC: Short, but just to get Para doing something. Im at the bar if ya wanna talk

[Aero]

OOC: Alright, I've been given permission to role-play as Gokua, since staff seems to be a bit busy to update my change, so please don't be alarmed.

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The majority of the collected people in the lounge were socializing; a meaningless thing, considered a chore in the swordsman?s eyes. Socialization was neither needed nor necessary, for this was a competition, and befriending an opponent would prove to be a hurtful thing on the field of battle. It was complete rubbish to talk to enemies. An epic battle was going to take place between the structured factions, and the silent alien was solely concentrated on that and that alone. There was no time to run about ? just to make friends.

Gokua sat at the bar in the corner of the lounge, hunched over a shot of liquor. He was the type of man that would get piss drunk and then run into a fight, yet still be deemed victorious. He slowly jingled his shot-glass around as his eyes stared blankly at the contents inside; some rum mixed with some gray goose; some potent shit. As he stared at the glass, the only thing he saw was himself in the gleaming reflection. He saw minute remnants of his life that had been wasted drinking and smoking marijuana. He had been throwing his life away ever since he was discharged from the military. God damn benefits didn't served his addictions any good. Hell, they didn?t serve a sober man well either. The benefits he was given were almost worse than the salary of a fast-food employee, except he was given free life benefits and a life free of brutal taxes.

He brought the glass to his lips and slowly sipped away some of the alcohol. He wasn?t drunk ? yet, but was intending on at least getting a bit tipsy before he was drafted, which he anticipated on being sooner, but the commanders were thinking otherwise; their concerns elsewhere. He slowly placed the glass back on the table; the contents inside were no more.

?Would you like another, sir?? the bartender asked as he slowly finished cleaning out another glass and placed it on the rack. ?Well?? He looked at the alien, but his vision of Gokua?s face was clouded by the tarnished cloak that he wore.

?No,? the alien replied as his sapphire eyes struck silence in the bartender. ?I think I?ll be alright for now.?

?Well ok,? the bartender replied as he began to tend to another drunk costumer. ?You?re the boss.?



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OOC: Hopefully some of these role-plays will attract some attention from the commanders.

[Mowgli]

?I get it! You know you can?t beat me so you refuse to continue playing?? Yamcha said to Retane. He highly doubted this was the real reason Retane declined the challenge, but he was bored and there was no one else he felt like annoying, so he continued to attempt to make Retane play his game.

The cloaked Namekian stared coldly at Yamcha, usually he would have slaughtered anyone who behaved as the human did towards him, but for some reason he didn?t feel Yamcha disserved death..at least by his hands at that time.

?Alright, I know you don?t want to play this game, but there is honestly nothing else to do..you know what? What do you want to do Mr. Retane??

Retane?s eyes were wondering around the room by the time Yamcha finished speaking, when the words had registered in his mind he leaned forward and pointed to a young girl who had purplish blue hair. ?Do you see that girl over there? Next to the giant Saiyan.? Yamcha nodded ?I think the real competition would be to see which one of us kills her first.?

Yamcha was in shock when he heard this. He knew the Namek was sick from what he had seen on the video, but he could never have expected he would kill for enjoyment. Yamcha being the fool that he is, knowing full well he had never killed before and most likely would not be able to kill many people in this tournament accepted with a smile and 5 words ?It?s on like Donkey Kong.?

After saying this he began to regret that he often spoke without thinking, and he began to question why he would respond like that and who Donkey Kong was.

Retane was slightly surprised but showed no signs of it, he merely nodded, grinned and leaned back in his seat.

After that the two spoke no more, simply for the fact that Retane wasn?t much of a talker and Yamcha didn?t want to get himself into any more trouble, for a few minutes at least.

After those few minutes were up Yamcha rose to his feet and walked away from Retane. Within seconds he returned, and was carrying two kegs full of Nestle Pure Life Raspberry Splash (artificially fruit flavored water beverages).

?I?ve been bugging you I know, and I?m sorry. I don?t know what people did on the planets you came from and/ or visited but on my home planet Namek, we only needed water?well?I ate the vegetables too.? Yamcha chuckled as he began to reminisce ?but in all seriousness, I don?t know how to say sorry, and I know Nameks don?t really like much other than water..so I got you two kegs full of it.?

Retane once again stared at the young boy, but this time responded differently. This time he took both of their cups that were on the table and filled them up; he then placed them on the table and motioned with his hands for Yamcha so sit across from him. Yamcha smiled that cheesy smile that he does every time he feels like he is happy enough, and sat down on a couch that was so comfortable it felt as if he was sitting on clouds.

The two warriors stared at each other, then reached for their cups and began gulping down water, the same way and order they did before.

OOC: Ehh :evil:

[Kirano]

The saiyan gazed at her with slow eyes. ?How many have you had Nappa?? she asked with concern. He let out a repulsive burp, curling his lips while he did so. He began counting with his fingers. ?Four, five? eeer, eighteen,? he replied her. She repeated his words softly, whilst gazing at him. ?Eighteen?Nappa please, no more.? He gazed back at her, and then backed his beer, ignoring her. She snatched the mug from his mouth. The man let out a sharp and loud grown, expressing his feelings towards her sudden action.

His hands froze, still picturing the image of the cup in his large hands. He gritted his teeth. The woman showed no intimidation and returned her anger towards the situation. With his possession in her palm she spoke. ?Do you remember when I was drunk? You were the only one who took care of me, THE ONLY ONE. Anything could have happened to me, but because of you nothing did!? she yelled rising to her feet. ?And I must pay my dept. Besides, you must be in your best condition for the draft. You can be drafted at anytime. I don?t want to see nay flaws in your fighting form. I want the best from you Nappa, do you hear me??

?The best huh??

So she?s strong-willed, as well as physically?

Sober thoughts mixed in with the combined effect of his alcoholic beverages.

What an amazing woman he befriended. She was a woman of honour. Someone who cared about others. She was selfless. ?But really, I can handle a few more,? he said stubbornly.

?He?ll have an Apple Martini? said Bulma to the bar tender.

?An apple??

?Shhh,? she interrupted the saiyan. ?It?s for me.? He did not seem to understand. ?It.Is.For.Me? she grunted subtly, hoping the member of staff would not here her. Before he could utter any words from his mouth, she placed her hand over his mouth, something Medena had done to her earlier on. She handed her money to the worker, who then placed her drink on the counter. ?Suckers,? she said quietly to herself, displaying her immature side.

As if, the Martini was for him.

?Mmmm? she continued to sip on her drink.

Been a while since I?ve had one of these.

[Mowgli]

Bored once again, Yamcha sat on his seat drinking flavored water and snacking on a bowl full of pretzels he had gotten from the bar. The people in the room had changed a little bit. Some new faces had shown up, and some people who were there were drafted, as they called it.

Yamcha began to wonder what his new friend Retane was up to. He also tried to figure out what Syntech was, he had heard the name mentioned to Retane as he was speaking to an alien right before he left.

After a few minutes he figured it was nothing important. ?Just one of the armies Mr. Retane told me about probably, no need to worry.? he said reassuring himself that his friend was fine, for now at least.

As he continued to sip the water he grew tired of the taste and decided it was time for something new. Yamcha rose to his feet and walked to the bar, he sat down on a stool and was greeted with a smile ?Hey there, what can I get you buddy??

?What do you have?? asked Yamcha as his stomach began telling him hat he was hungry.

?Why don?t you take a look at the menu and let me know??

?Okay, sounds good to me.? Responded Yamcha as his salivary glands began to moisten his mouth. The bartender handed him the menu, and when Yamcha opened it, it revealed a vast selection of meats and wheat and substances he had never laid his eyes upon before in his life, but each cause him to salivate more and more.

Yamcha?s head suddenly began to pulsate, and it felt as if someone was attempting to tear it apart. He saw multiple images flash, and heard a loud screeching noise in both his ears. His muscles began to twitch involuntarily and then it all suddenly stopped.

?What the hell was that all about? You okay little guy?? asked the bartender who had leaped over the bar to aid the human.

?Yeah, I think I?m okay, I don?t know what that was it has never happened before.? responded Yamcha who was confused.

?And your still gonna fight?? the bartender was still speaking with a tone that allowed concern to be heard in his voice.

?Of course! That was nothing, I?m fine. Can I get these things you call fries and a umm?vanilla milkshake please?? said Yamcha while giving him a cheesy smile and attempting to change the subject.

The bartender chuckled ?Coming right up.?

As the man walked away to prepare Yamcha?s fries and milkshake, the human sat staring at his hands wondering what was going on, and trying to figure out what had just happened. No matter how hard he tried to make the bartender believe it, he knew something was wrong, something was really wrong.

[Paragus]

The population of the lounge had gotten considerably smaller. Most of the fighters that had been there had already been drafted and were off getting ready to do battle. The saiyan had already drank down two giant mugs of hard liqour and was growing restless from the long wait. He wanted action and needed it soon.

Boredom had officially set in and the saiyan was planinng on making another run to the T.V and await his drafting. A new face suddenly walked in to the lounge, even though new to the lounge he wasnt new to the saiyan. It was the red fighter Jeice. Paragus had spent a long time fighting along side the warrior on Namek and on Earth. Earth is also where he had the privelage to do battle with the fighter himself.

The saiyan extended his white glove into the air and gave a wave to the newly arrived fighter. "Hey" Jeice yelled as he pointed to the saiyan making his way to the bar.

Paragus by all means was not there to make any friends, but while he was there waiting he didnt have any problem catching up with his old friend. The red warrior made his way quickly to the bar and took a seat on the cushioned rotable bar stool.

"You need anything" The bartender questioned Jeice while handing a bowl of complimentary salted cashews.

"Nothing for me" Jeice said grabbing a hand full of cashews and began eating them one by one.

"So what have you been doing" The saiyan asked taking a swig of whatever was left in his mug.

"I was on Vegeta for a long time, stuck in the war" Jeice said with a look of recollection on his salt covered face.

"Yea Vegeta, thats where i..i di.. did stuff" Paragus went around metioning his death, it was a topic his pride wouldnt allow him to speak of. "Well its been great seeing you, but i dont wanna talk to much because then i might feel bad when i find you out there" The saiyan said with a competitive smirk.

Jeice was never one to back down so he gave a smirk and a quick nod in response before they shook hands and moved to different sides of the lounge.