DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information

[Aero]

The attendant stabilized the robust Saiyan in the tele-tube. Immediately the pressure in the tube became immense, and it launched Nappa upward; his destination uncertain.

The attendant slowly walked back over to her desk, where Bun waited for his opportunity to sign-up. ?Alright, and I will need your information as well, sir.?

Bun was silence for a few moments. The attendant lady was highly attractive, and he found himself captivated by her beauty. Her blonde hair was very rare for a Saiyan lady, and her lovely hazel eyes only furthered Bun?s interest. Her body was petite, yet the clothes she was wearing were still tight around her slender body. She could have done without the small cotton hat upon her head, but it was probably necessary for her profession.

?Sir?? she said, for Bun had been caught in a trance.

Bun soon snapped out of his gaze and shook his head side to side. ?Oh yeah, the information.?

She giggled. ?Yes, your information.?

?My name is Cli Fax, but please, refer to me as Bun.? He remarked. ?And my measures, if required are that I am five foot eleven, and weigh close to one hundred seventy pounds.?

?No, those were not required, but thank you anyway.? she replied her pen glided across the paper with ease and grace. ?What I really need from you is your birthplace.?

?I am from a distant planet in the eastern galaxy known as Pathon.? he replied as he leaned against the desk. ?But what I really want to know is what part of planet Vegeta you?re from.?

She giggled once again, but she contained most of it. ?This isn?t about little old me, it?s about you.? she said as took out a camera. ?I will now need to take a few pictures of you.?

?With pleasure.? Bun muttered as he walked back a few steps and did some outrageous poses for the lady.

She giggled once more as she snapped a couple pictures on the Polaroid camera; the pictures spat out of the front instantly. ?Thank you and you have one last thing to do, which is the sample of your fighting capabilities.?

Though Bun was injured and used up the majority of his energy against Pataton, for that brief moment he felt indefatigable. His aura whipped up around him and he forced his power to increase at an alarming rate. The entire building trembled, sending some of the other people in the structure pummeling to the ground; the attendant too.

The blue-haired youth immediately stopped to aid the lady. ?I am so sorry.? he said as he helped her back to her feet. ?I only meant to reveal enough of my power to go to the next subject.?

?You did well.? she replied. ?That should be enough of a sample, I believe.? She smiled as she took the folder off of her desk and handed it to Bun. ?These are the rules and regulations of the competition. Please read through all these carefully and abide to them during the competition.?

Bun glanced at the folder and smiled. ?I?ll look at them more later.?

?Okay, now all you need to do is go over to that tele-tube and strap yourself in, then you?re off.? she said as she went back behind her desk.

?Okay, but I?ll be waiting for you after this entire ordeal.? he replied. ?Maybe we can pick up something to eat??

She giggled. ?Maybe.?

Bun sauntered over to the tele-tube and locked himself in. The tele-tube reacted to his entrance the same way it did when Nappa entered. He was launched him to his next destination.





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OOC: Vegeta =o

[Whompt]

Happier than a pervert at a porn convention, Spopovich walked along the streets of West City, sipping his extra large soda and taking in the sites. The sidewalks were crowded, filled with the hustle and bustle of busy little people going about their little business, so the veined warrior opted to walk in the street.

Cars swerved to avoid the idiotic man, drivers honking their horns and flipping him off before continuing on. Returning the strange gesture, which he assumed was the city-dwellers? version of a wave, Spo grinned in delight that he had made so many friends today. They must have known he was new in town, because he?d even gotten his drink for free. The man who gave it to him just said he was going to call a ?Mr. Cops? and started talking on his phone.

Suddenly, Spopo was interrupted in his thoughts as a hovercar veered a bit too late and knocked his cup from his hand. Looking down at the spilled beverage, he felt a swell of sadness fill his heart, feeling as though his life was ruined in that one instant. Unfortunately, that wasn?t the only thing he felt. All that liquid on the road brought to mind something he hadn?t noticed with all his sightseeing. The big man had to go.

Rushing to the nearest building he saw, the hulking brawler was dismayed to see that there was already a line for the bathroom. His father had always told him that he should wait his turn, so he did, albeit reluctantly. It wasn?t long before he was fidgeting like Michael Fox, and the line hadn?t seemed to move at all! Finally, Spopovich just couldn?t wait anymore and, amid protests from the people in front of him, shoved his way towards the head of the line.

?Hey fucker! How about you get your ass back in line? I?ve been waiting all morning for this and I ain?t about to let some balding dumbass get in front of me,? a gruff voice from behind Spop said.

?But!? The mentally-slow fighter began, as he turned to face the man, ?I reeeeally have to go!?

?Listen pal, we?re all anxious to get in there, and you ain?t no different than us. Now get back in line, or I?ll make ya get back.?

About to reply, a sudden piss-pang hit the shirtless human, and he lifted a knee to help hold it in. When he did said knee drove itself into the midsection of the protesting man, making him double over in pain. A second urge hit Spopovich and he brought his hands down to hold his member, slamming his fists into the back of the other fighter?s neck as he did.

Finally, the feeling subsided a bit and the warrior from Penguin Village looked up to finish what he was going to say, but when the shirtless human saw that the man was sleeping he continued to the front of the line. What he found there was disappointing, for instead of a bathroom there was a table set up with nerdy guys sitting at it. Luckily, right behind them was a porta-potty, a nice, shiny, silver one.

Smiling in relief, Spopovich tried to go around the table and get to his sanctuary. A voice from the table stopped him short, unfortunately.

?I saw what you did out there. That?s exactly what we?re looking for. You?re a shoe in to get in. All I need is for you to fill out this paperwork,? a blonde secretary said, sliding a paper towards him and picking up a camera.

Two flashes blinded the big guy, which was a lucky break for him, as he didn?t know how to read.

?You do it, my eyes hurt from your stupid camera,? he said, inwardly proud of how cleverly he?d bluffed the white-collar worker.

?Very well, sir. I just need a few things, and then you can be on your way,? came the words that brought joy to the besieged bladder of the childish brawler. ?First, I?ll need your name.?

?Spopovich.?

?Ok then. And your last name??

?Spopovich,? was the repeated answer, this time sounding a bit annoyed.

?Oh! I?m sorry sir; I thought you gave me your first name...?

Eraser scribbling furiously, the secretary fixed his mistake before saying, ?What?d your first name then, Mr. Spopovich.?

Growling in anger, Spo shot the secretary a look that would have been more at home on a five-year-old. ?Stop being stupid, stupid geeky guy! Hurry up so I can go!?

A bit flustered, the poor blonde man skipped that section, ?Uh? what can you tell me about yourself??

That was a tough question, and the urgency to pee was forgotten as Spopo?s mind worked furiously to answer.

?Uh? I?m Spopovich. I?m from... Um?I like to have fun and?? Frustration took over, right about the same time that the pain in his abdomen returned, so he decided to cut it short, ?And that?s all. Hurry!?

Laughing, the man jotted down a couple lines, remarking, ?Wow, you sure are anxious to do this. I guess that?s all I need. The security tape of your fight should be fine.?

Laying the sheet into a stack of others just like it, the attendant stood and gestured to his client.

?Follow me and we?ll have you in right away.?

?Thank you!? came the sincere reply from the large man following him to the silvery booth. Spopovich hurried in, pants dropping around his ankles before the door even fully closed behind him. He?d finally made it, the relief of a good piss setting in almost immediately. Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

A new feeling filled the half-naked warrior, like a thousand tiny pinpricks all over his body. It dissipated almost as quickly as it had happened, so Spopo gave it no further thought. That is, until he looked up and noticed he wasn?t in a booth anymore. No, unfortunately for him, he was standing on a metal pad in a strange room. All eyes were on him, and he blushed instinctively, and continued pissing. After all, it was just too hard to stop halfway through.


(OOC: If it wasn't obvious, this is from Earth)

[Paragus]

It was another Beautiful day on Planet Earth. A cool breeze blew right passed the saiyan warrior making him enjoy being alive so much more. It had been quite some time since he had left Baba's castle and the saiyan began growing restless with boredom. He was walking a massive plain that seemed to strecth for miles without any signs of Civilization.

"Alright its time to speed things up a little" The saiyan though as he kicked off the ground and into the air.

The ground below was moving quickly as he sped through the clouds trying to make up some wasted time. He passed a quick glance down to the ground and spotted a tiny city. This intrigued the curious saiyan. "There has to be something down there" The saiyan said aloud to himself.

In a sudden nosedive the warrior sped straight down for the unknown city in search of something to capture his attention. He slowed himself down and gently landed in the center of the city square. A massive Banner caught the saiyans attention.

"Dantes Abyss" The saiyan asked himself in an inquisitive tone of voice. "This ought to be good" He said as he made his way to a small desk where a middle aged woman was sitting.

"Hello, are you here for the sign ups" The red haired woman asked as she spread her ruby colored lips into a cheshire grin.

"Sure" The saiyan quickly responded witout a care in the universe about what this could be.

"Name" The woman asked politlely.

"Paragus"

"Quickly fill out this information and hand it to that nice Gentleman over there" The lady said handing the saiyan a form to fill out.

The saiyan quickly filled out all of the nescassitys and slowly made his way over to the other employee. The saiyan extended his arm only to be met half way by the employee. "Everything seems to be in order, hop in" The man said as he directed the saiyan to a teletube a couple of yards away. The saiyan cautiously climbed in and got ready.

"Good luck, your gonna need it" The man said as he gave a smile and wave before sending the teletube off to its destination.

OOC:Not great, just a sign up

[Banned Dana]

?Look, I?m fifteen and probably stronger than half of the fools that have already signed up. Just let me in already, my name has been written down already anyway.?

Pan looked at the woman, who was as stubborn as a rock. Huffing, she picked up the paper and waved it in front of her. The blonde lady turned up her nose, crossed her arms, and turned away from the Halfing. Feeling the anger growing, the Sayajiness squeezed her hands into fists and allowed her Kaioken aura to surge forth. The sudden power boost sent a wall of wind crashing hard into the assistant and toppled her over.

Laughing, Pan?s concentration was broken and her aura died out. Looking at the fallen woman, who was upside down and her dress was threatening to drop to her head, the teenager walked over to her and helped her back to her feet. Unsure as to what had happened, the assistant merely shrugged, but turned and signed her signature on the acceptance line.

?Congratulations, you?re in.? spoke the woman carefully. ?However, you must know that we aren?t responsible for any mental, or physical, pain or injuries that you may receive, and I?m sure you will receive some. Good luck to you, you?re going to need it. Now, just step into that tube and off you go.?

Pan smiled.

?From Frost, to Dante, this should be fun.? thought Pan as she looked over the teletube.

Closing her eyes and stepping into the teleportation device, Pan waited for some sort of ?experience?, but none came and as she opened her eyes, everything had changed and standing in front of her was an elder man, who opened the tube and greeted her.

?Welcome to Dante, miss?Pan.? spoke the technician.

?Thanks!? she replied quickly as she stepped out into the wondrous world that was Dante. ?Now, let?s get this party started.?

Looking through a folder that she had been handed, the woman placed the information into a capsule and replaced it on her belt. Walking through a double door, she glanced out into some sort of waiting room, where she found others walking about.

The games were going to start soon and no one knew of the power dwelling with in the teenage woman, not even herself.

OOC: Short and to the point. Signing up from Frost.

[Mowgli]

The calm cool air blew gently against the human as he flew to a destination that was unknown even to him. He had sensed ki, or at least believed he sensed it in the direction he was heading. Recently he felt quite a few energy levels in the same general direction, but after a while the ki signal would just disappear. Due to his uncontrollable curiosity he had to find out what was going on.

As he continued to jet through the sky, a city came in his view. Normally he would pay no mind to it for it appeared to be an ordinary city, much like those he had seen during his travels. This time was different though, his instincts urged him to enter the city.

Without any need for reason, Yamcha flew within close range to the city and descended upon the ground near the outskirts of the city. He attempted for just a moment to question why he would feel compelled to enter the city. That moment past quickly and within seconds he was in the city.

Immediately he noticed a banner that read Dante?s Abyss Sign Ups Here. Excited to see this, and anxious to figure out what Dante?s Abyss was Yamcha sped towards the area below the banner.

There was a line of people, each with their own different physical characteristics.

?They look like fighters.? Yamcha thought to himself ?This must be some kind of tournament.?

Yamcha quickly jumped onto the line. After about five minutes Yamcha?s patience was gone and the whole line of fighters was gone as well. Their unconscious bodies lay on the floor.

?Name.? asked a young blonde haired woman who blew a bubble from her chewing gum after she spoke.

?Yamcha.? Said the boy with his voice full of pride.

?Usually we request that each applicant show us why they disserve to participate in this, but you single handedly incapacitated an entire line of fighters, so I guess that?ll have to do.? The woman pulled out a clip board, put some kind of form on it, and handed it to Yamcha. ?Fill this out, and sign on the dotted line.?

Without reading the form entirely, Yamcha quickly filled out the form and handed it back to the woman. She took it from him and examined it few a few seconds. Without saying a word she handed Yamcha a folder and pointed to a teletube # 16. As soon as Yamcha was completely within the tube it snapped shut. And in seconds he was no longer in the city, and doubted he was one Earth. Yamcha began to wander around, trying to find out exactly what trouble he had gotten himself into.

OOC: Yamcha of Earth signing up.

[Warako]

?Hmm northeast of the village he said, yet I don?t see a damn thing,? mumbled Cell Jr. as he continued looking for this fight signup thingy that Garet yapped about as he departed from the village.

Time and distance is all that happened with Cell Jr. as he continued flying looking around, but here came that gut feeling again. ?Eh, getting that feeling again that I received when I closed in on that human at the fortress. Luckily the feeling is pointing me towards the northeast so I don?t have to sidetrack to figure out what that is, two birds with one stone,? yapped Junior as he followed that feeling while looking for the signups.

?I?m closing in on it,? murmured Junior as he looked into the distance and was able to make out a large crowd on the ground. ?Wow, the feeling led me to the signups. At least I think that?s the signups,? thought CJ as he descended towards the crowd.

Dante?s Abyss: Conquest

?Guess this is it,? said Cell Jr. as he touched down onto the ground. He looked around and was surprised that he didn?t draw any looks, usually a flying person, especially one that looks like an insect generally draws some kind of looks but Cell Jr. received none.

He made his way into the back of the line as he waited his turn. ?A lot of people here I can feel for some reason, last one I felt was strong, I guess these guys must be some kind of fighters as I, explain why I drew no looks when I flew down here,? thought CJ as it was finally his turn.

?Step onto the platform please,? stated an attendant seated at an oak table wiggling a pen within her grasp as if bored out of her mind. ?Uh ok,? said Cell Junior as he jumped up onto the platform and stood in the center stage. ?Are you alright?? asked the attendant referring to the scraps and dirt still covering the little winged creature. ?Yeah? just got into a little scuffle,? replied CJ.

?Hmm could you show me some fighting moves before we proceed?? asked the female attendant. ?Uh I guess,? said CJ as he pondered what to show since he didn?t have an idea what to present. He eyed the lady as he raised his left hand and opened his palm and pointed it at the lady. A blue energy ball appeared within his palm as it started to grow in size. The lady not knowing what to do froze in fright, as she didn?t know what to do. With a snap of his elbow, Junior raised his palm to point over the ladies head and shot it off as it whizzed within a yard of her skull. Having trouble to get words to come out of her mouth, she held the pen out and tapped on the sheet on the desk in front of her.

?Oh, I know what you mean,? said the winged creature as he made his way to the table. CJ floated up a little bit as he had trouble leaning on the table to write due to his short stature. He filled out all the information he had to, from name to personal information which he had trouble doing being he had a major amnesia incident which is still plaguing him.

?Alright, that does it; now if you?d step on that pad over there please,? she said. ?Um sure,? responded CJ as he floated over to the pad and touched down. With a flick of an eye, he was gone.


(OOC: Coming from Earth)

[OldYamcha]

?Toma and General Yakuza??

A voice rang over the cold ground of the earth. A teenager and a well-built man stood in front of a small wooden box, people surrounding them.

?All right?now?-? the woman standing behind the box took a pause, checking out the two, and jotting down something on the piece of paper she was holding, before slipping it into a box.

The woman reached under the wooden desk, grabbing some kind of device and placing it on the table. The device looked like a camera which focused automatically on the people it was supposed to.

?Top-notch devices; must be a real big tourney.? the tall man spoke.

?Now, show me two moves. Any type, physical, energy, doesn?t matter.? The woman brought her hands up, and bent them over the table, looking at the teenager intrigued.

Toma-san pushed the general back a bit, bringing his arms to his chest. Frowning, waves of white energy began to sway around him, dust rising into the air. As an aura formed around him, the teenager crouched, bringing his open palms to one another, connected at the tips.

A small orb, no larger than a coin, formed in the middle, bolts of energy connecting it to the fingers. The woman bent over, frowning.

?That?s all you got?...?

Toma grinned, letting his hair cover his face. Extending his arm towards a small box that was resting on the ground next to the table, a faint glow surrounded his finger. Suddenly, he clenched his fist, several swords of ki appearing below the box, leaving specific markings on the wooden container.

?Okay, that?s one??

The general pushed Toma, whispering something in his ear.

?What about me? I don?t know how to do that??

Toma-san frowned and pushed him out of the way, his aura reappearing. Suddenly, the aura disappeared, a current of air blasted across his body, gathering at his fists. A dim red glow surrounded the limbs, sparks of energy dissipating immediately.

Suddenly, the teenager bent over, pushing his fist into the ground. A crater began to form, the dry ground giving way under the pressure of the hit. The woman sighed, and jotted something down, before the teenager letting out a grin, catching her attention.
His fist blasting open, the boy let out a roar, a beam of energy forming below him, the crater forming into a straight line underground.

Grinning, he stroked his hair, pulling it back behind his ears, thinking the woman would be impressed, only to find her jotting something down.

Then, she extended the pen towards his companion.

?What about him??

The teenager frowned. ?Oh, he doesn?t have any sp-? the teenager was interrupted by his companion, which extended his palm towards her.

?Here, observe my awesome force!? he said with a fake tone, no doubt learnt from television. The man bent over, striking the ground as hard as he could, a huge cracking sound being heard from him.

A pause came from the woman, who looked intrigued at the source of the sound, thinking about how awesome his power must be for such a sound to be heard.

Suddenly, a scream could be heard from him.



?AH! MY ARM!?



The crowd began to laugh, causing the general to move back, and cry in embarrassment. The teenager approached the table, extending his arm. ?Anything else??

The woman grinned, grabbing a folder and giving it to him. ?Go through there.?



OOC: Coming from Earth, Yakuza is an NPC which will basically be following me only. He's not a general, just by name... (General as in Police General)

[Kirano]

In the real world, five days had past since the brutal war on Vegeta. Eight months had commenced in Madena?s dimension, where she had been training the earthling the entire time. Creator and creation stood side by side. The earthling had grown both mentally, spiritually and physically during her training. She matured in appearance, unfortunately just her appearance. Somehow, during her time in another dimension, her hair suddenly managed to transform back into its original colour, cyan. Her beautiful hair flowed down to her shoulders. Most importantly, she had managed to regain all of her memory during the months.

She had never seen so many saiyan?s gathered together since the war. Among the thousands gathered, she identified a number of non-inhabitants. All seemed to be huddled on the sign up grounds, for Dante?s Abyss Conquest.

Bulma was familiar with this predicament. She thought back to the time when so many earthlings gathered to participate in Dante?s Abyss. The whole process seemed similar. Nobody seemed to be queuing up in an orderly fashion. This was like a de-javu; the only difference is that these saiyan?s were far less civil. She and Medena had only been lining up for three minutes, and four fights had broken out already. The squabbles broke out all for the same reason, eagerness to get to the front of the line.

More brawls occurred, resulting in security guards dressed in black rushing to the scene. Even the guards themselves were having a tough time controlling the untamed queue. ?It?s pointless trying to stop these saiyan?s. They are all the same, blood hungry for battles!?

?Hmph,? nodded Bulma in agreement, with her arms crossed. She was also eager to participate, but remained humble, unlike the herd in front of her. If this event was anything like Dante?s Abyss, then she was prepared, prepared to kill, as long as she knew they would return to the world of the living straight afterwards. If the circumstance differed, then she would not bother to participate. ?We must head towards the front, whilst none are aware,? said the semi angel.

?But that?s unfair,? replied Bulma, turning her face to her. ?Some of these people must have been waiting here for ages. Skipping the queue?? Before the noble girl could finish off her sentence, a hand held her wrist, vanishing. The dynamic duo appeared near the front of the line. The signing up desk was now viewable to their eyes. The semi warrior looked the human in the face, giving her a look, which meant, ?nobody found out did they?? The cyan-haired girl remained silent, feeling insignificant.

They waited another four minutes to reach the signing up desk. ?Your names?? asked the male clerk. The female?s glanced at each other for a second, and then back to the male. ?Medena.?

?Bulma,? answered the other after after. ?Defender??

?She asked for your name, not your life story,? said her demon mentor.

?Defender of the?? A red palm covered the teen?s mouth, silencing her.

?Quiet,? she told the teen. ?Her names Bulma!? The man chuckled, entertained by the duo?s display.

?Okay, I will need you to both fill out some personal details on these sheets!? He drew two sheets of paper forward towards them. They both reached for a pen and did so. Bulma handed the sheet back to him. ?Is that all??

?No, not at all. I will hand you both over to the assistants behind me, to take a photo!? explained the attendant. The girl thought back to the time she was asked to take a photo while signing up for Dante?s Abyss. ?Which reminds me. Do we have to kill people?? she asked, concerned.

?Yes. Everything you need to know will be explained inside a folder you will both receive, all in due time mam.?

?I wanna know now. Those that we kill, will they be returned to the living world immediately??

?Hehehehe? laughed the man, adored with her concern. ?Yes, humble child.?

?Whohoo,? she yelled triumphantly. ?Chamouwn.? The girl cocked her leg forward, snapping her finger, with her hand in the air. Silence filled the area, with everyone?s eyes on her. Some mouths, including Medena?s fell open, astonished by her sudden act. ?I came here on my own,? lied the demon to the spectators. ?No you?? A hand swung to the face of the girl. ?Special clap of thunder,? exclaimed Medena, giving the girl a hot and crispy slap. CLAP. ?Oohs? escaped the other warrior?s mouths, looking down at the teen. Some felt sorry for her.

Bulma lay on the floor with her eyes in a twirl. The teen?s creation dragged her past the information desk, by her ankle. The group of warriors behind, looked on, not one of them could utter a word concerning what they had just witnessed. Dr Brief?s daughter glanced at the camera, ready for her seventh photo snap attempt. ?Are you ready this time?? asked the photographer impatiently. ?They don?t pay me enough,? she said quietly to herself, with a frown.

?Hang on.? The girl pulled out a platinum pendulum, the size of a soap bar, with the words Bulma printed on it in block letters. Small diamonds coated the matching chain. ?Like the rocks?? she asked. She crossed her arms with one hand held out. ?West siiiiyde!? she exclaimed, putting her fingers in a W shape. The toothpick in the female photographer?s mouth fell out, onto the floor. She gave the girl a bizarre stare. ?What, you?ve never seen bling bling before?? said the earthling holding her heavy chain, as it continued to sparkle. The woman holding the camera shook her head, due to the girls infatuate behaviour.

The human struck a bad girl pose with two hands in the air. The light in the camera flashed, taking her picture at last. ?I?ve never met anyone like her,? whispered the photographer to another photographer. ?She?s loopy,? said the other.

Crash. Splinters from a broken table flew everywhere. ?What, you did say show me your strength didn?t you. Oh, did I over do it?? she said, rubbing her scalp with one finger. ?The table!? said a staff member who slowly walked over to the girl handing her a folder. ?Here are the rules, abide by them.? She and Medena then made their way to the area where the tele-tubes were located. They then entered one each. In no time, Bulma was once again on Dante.

OOC: With my NPC Medena. Signing from Planet Vegeta.

[Retane]

"Conquest?" The cloaked mercenary let his mind wonder at the word. He had been in the previous Dante's Abyss, but wasn't sure how it was related to Dante's Abyss: Conquest. The assassin looked on in contemplation, realizing he felt a hint of dejavue. He had been hunting for the Tokens of namek back when he spotted the Registry Ship for the survival tournament on namek. Now he was on Vegeta and was faced with the question of embarking on another adventure into the Abyss. He fondled the chain that held his Tokens, even the fakes, and moved forward.

A crowd of spectators huddled around the ship, yet there were no contestanes siugning up. From the litter upon the ground it was obvious that the Registration had been open for some time now, obviously leading to most of those competeing to have joined already.

Retane moved past the curious eyes, and straight up to the brunette that sat behind the desk. She looked up as his shadow was cast upon her and smiled feebly. Through the lowly pulled cloak she noticed the green complection of the warrior and her smile lit up, "Quite a ways from home aren't you?"

"Hmph", the sound of foul thoughts reached from deep inside the pits of the namekians soul and escaped through his throat as he understood that this human meant Namek. The woman's smile sudsided a bit at the slight gesture of hatred as she fumbled to get the paperwork.

"Conquest", questioned the mercenary wanting a better understanding or what was to happen once he arrived on Dante.

The woman looked up hesitantly as she took a moment to understand the question, "It's more or less a war similation held on Dante. There are four teams, each team with having a Commander which heads their team ultimately. The war simulation will continue until there is only one team left. It would be wise to be on that winning team and be alive win it ended."

The namek nodded as he understood.

"Ok now we need some information from you and will need a sample of your skills."

"My name is Retane. My race is namek. My home is Mercy. I've just been in the war here on Vegeta. As for a sample of my power..." The namek smirked as he looked beyond where the teletube was. His hand raised, palm up with a simplistic orb hovering there.

"That's it?" The human stopped as she realized what she had just said.

Retane looked down to the floor and closed his eyes. Oh how she asked wfor what was going to happen. The orb lifted up into the air and, without any warning, exploded, blinding everyone looking at it. Hearing the cries of pain, the renegade moved past the desk, and into the teletube, sending him straight to the place he needed to be.

[Minoshia]

The Dark Prince slowly walked through the streets of Vegeta-Sei. Almost abruptly as it had begun, the war had ended between the saiyans and the changelings. It hadn?t gone as well as he had hoped, his plans for mass slaughter and power had been dismissed among a veil of confusion and an unnecessary resolve for conflict between the two armies. Something else entirely had caught his attention though, so much that he had completely forgotten about the war. Syntech Corporation had been at it again, and a secondary game had been introduced as a sort of sequel to Dante?s Abyss, the death competition he took forth in last year. As the night grew dark, and rain began to slap against the black hood he wore over his head, the only thing he could think of was Dante, he would return.

Country roads gave way to city streets, the familiar smell of filth and death that followed all wars was present. It was beautiful, buildings blasted into crumbling mounds of concrete, bodies crushed beneath. People lying on the sides of the streets, dead from famine and gun shot wounds. They rotted slowly in the cool rain, no one there to save their corpses. Changelings and Saiyans laid side-by-side, blood mixing in the running streets of the Vegeta-Sei Capitol. Not much for racial preference, Minoshia didn?t give a fuck who was killing who, as long as someone was dying and blood was spilled. He longed to tear open the torso of a warrior, let his bled fall onto his feet, the adrenaline and lust for death that the Konat loved so dearly. It had been absent so long; he had begun to shake from withdrawal. Slaughter was his heroin, his addiction, with the absence of his brother the one thing he had in life that was dependable was the awareness that he could not only kill, but massacre and slaughter. That was precisely why he made his way towards the sign up table that was tucked under an overhand. The dead bodies had been picked up around the sign up area, and the line seemed to be winding down. He was almost late, and he knew it, but fuck if he cared.

?Hi, Name and Race please.? An elderly woman moaned in his general direction, such disrespect was hard to tolerate, but necessary. He didn?t want to get removed from the tournament because he disemboweled a senior citizen.

?Minoshia. Konatsa-jin.? As always, a man of few words, Minoshia gave the woman his information. After she finished scribbling down the name and race, which she subsequently spelt wrong, she looked up as if to give him another instruction. But she froze; something caught her attention and her jaw dropped slightly.

?Your eyes,? The woman pointed and stared, Minoshia squinted with anger. ?They?re burning?? Minoshia tightened his neck, biting back on his urge to strike. His anger caused his eyes to flare more, before he quickly closed them and pulled the hood further over his head, covering his eyes in the shadows.

?You were saying?? Minoshia redirected the Alzheimer?s ridden woman.

?Oh, yes?? She looked back down at her paper, trying to find where she was. ?We need a display of your fighting ability. Bruno!? As if on queue, a bulky man whipped around the corner and faced the Konat in the street. ?Bruno is the greatest warrior from Earth, he is their best hope on Dante.?

Bruno pounded his chest, before setting up in a fighting position. Minoshia chuckled a little, obviously mocking the steroid user. His veins bulged from his head; he wore a form fitting cover-all jumpsuit with only his tiny head sticking out from the outfit that covered his massive body.

As if the mocking made him angrier, Bruno immediately charged. And because it was getting late, the Konat decided it would be best to not delay the fight to enjoy himself, but rather to simply dispatch this foe in the easiest way possible, the neck. The steroid ridden freak charged, gaining momentum. As he got near, Minoshia began his crouch, waiting for the beast to swing. A massive right arm swung back and prepared to swing, the street had cleared of civilians by now. The right fist came down and Minoshia sprung in, ducking under the attack. Using his speed, he pushed off the ground and rose towards the throat of Bruno. Rather then wrapping his hands around his neck, the prince dug his fingers into the throat, grabbing the spinal column and other various organs. With his hand buried in the throat, Bruno began to gargle; his body going limp and his head tilting back. His neck began to swell, it began to heat, and it began to turn red. The burning moved north towards his head, and Bruno?s mouth opened, unleashing a massive pillar of flame that had originated in Minoshia?s hands. Pulling his fingers out, he let the lump body die. A hole in his neck, and a charcoaled, half exploded skull. He walked over to the desk calmly.

?I am the best Earth has to offer.? The woman looked at him, jaw dropped again and pointed into the door behind her. Minoshia went around the desk and stepped into the room, walking into the tele-tube that occupied the room, and took off to his destination, all smiles.

[Old Pigero]

Rushing at a steady rate the boy bounded across the grassy fields, heading toward a stand in the distance. An elderly lady, clearly not wanting to be there, sighed as she saw him coming up to her. She made an attempt to leave but the teen began to scream, and took off faster. In the rush of things, Pigero didn?t see Silver. He took a quick glance backward, but figured he would be there sooner or later.

?Welcome to the official sign ups of Dante?s Abyss: Conquest. Name please,? the old lady rasped, after getting a simple ?Pigero?. ?Fighting example,?

The teenager was looking around behind him, totally ignoring the lady but then had a dumbfounded look as he gazed upon her. He stood up straight, and began to twitchily look around himself.

?Oh right, fighting example hmm?? the boy thought out loud, and quickly disappeared.

Not amused by the teen?s technique, she stood up and walked away from her stand. With an extended hand, the lady caught Pigero head on from where he reappeared. His body slammed into the ground, and with a large bump on his forehead he flipped upward.

?YAOW!? Pigero grunted, crouching down. ?Let?s see if you can take this!?

Pigero extended his arm out, and the frail lady swatted it to the side. With a swift gliding movement, he spun his toned leg as her wrinkly ?face?. She ducked, and gave him a present that happens to be very special for boys. The boy?s body keeled over, and he fell to the ground.

?You little hag!? the youngster yelled, grabbing his man parts.

With a quick extended movement, Pigero threw his hands foreword firing a ball of ki at her. She flicked her wrist sending it into a nearby building, which blew up after impact. The building splintered and was destroyed, and the old lady was still un-amused! She went back to her desk, and handed him a folder and pointed to a nearby tube.

?What?re these?? Pigero asked.

?Rules,? she replied, shoeing him off into the tele-tube.

His body flashed, and he was gone taken to another room.

OOC-
Nothing much, just a signup! ^_^ Sorry Silver, but if you want to sign up... Just have him tie his shoe or something? xD

[Amadeus]

His eyes opened. The darkness that surrounded him was immediatlly lifted and the pink sky revealed itself to him. But that wasn`t the only thing he saw. Worried and curious faces surrounded him. Suddenly, he realised they looked awfully familiar.

Jackie slowly got onto his feet suddenly realising that the people surrounding him were King Kai and company. Even the previously violent Mongol was there, quietly watching events unfold. Chun looked around. Surely enough, it was the small planet itself and not some other plain. He turned towards his current Sensei to ask him what happened, but McMillian awnsered him before he even got the chance to open his mouth:

"When you came out of that hole ya fell unconcuess."

The old man nevertheless spoke up:"My Kaioken....it was...."

"Incredible!" replied the blue alien who stopped being worried and now looked quite pleased. "You have reached the maximum you wanted. And what is better, you control it with no problem."

"Well....so I finally did it...."

"Yes you did.....and what is better, I can offer you a chance to test it."

The Turtle Hermit took a careful look at his long-time mentor:"Is that so?"

The god of the Northern Quadrant nodded:"There is a contest going to take place. It`s called Dante`s Abyss: Conquest...now before you say anything, it is diffrent then the usual Dante`s Abyss. So who knows, perhaps you will get luckier then the last two times."

The Englishman also joined the conversation, commenting:"Third time is the charm."

The elderly human pondered on the thought. His moments of demise in the hands of 18 and Raditzu replayed through his head countless times and the thought of another such happening was not pleasing at all. However, it was a nice thought to leave Kaiousamas planet after a long while of training. He also liked a challenge. Besides...he had nothing to lose.

"Allright, sounds fun," came the reply in a simple manner.

"Excellent!" said the god. "Good luck! While your gone, we`ll try to teach this Mongol some english."

He gave the yellow-skinned stranger a nasty look before he snapped with his fingers.

**********

Suddenly, Jackie found himself in a quite familiar place. The sign-ups were being taken in the same place where they were taken from Dante`s Abyss 2006. The only diffrence was that less people were around and the weather was much grimmer. Still, it felt good being on Earth again despite having to have the halo over his head. He walked towards the sign-up desk behind which a bored man sat. He sighed at the sight of the old man: "God, this DA things has been appearing way too much....name?"

"Jackie Chun," replied Roshi with a determining voice. The man simply wrote it down and then focused on the video camera next to him. Before he begun recording, he replied: "You`ve got 30 seconds to show me what you got."

The elderly human sighed. He wished the man didn`t rush to end it as soon as possible. But he needed to work with what he had.

Just then a van parked nearby with a gymnastic logo on it. The driver stepped out of the veichle and opened the back to reveal a large set of weights. But as he wanted to reach out and start moving them, Chun appeared next to him and asked: "Excuse me...could I use those for one moment?"

"Eh?" wondered the simply dressed person. "What for?"

"Just for a couple of seconds. I promise I won`t damage them."

"Well...ok...." replied the man with a white shirt, wondering what use they would have to the old man in such short time.

The Turtle Hermit, to the suprise of everyone around him, began to burn with a crimson flame. Of course, this was actually his power-up Kaioken. Grabbing the nearest disc, he threw it high in the sky.

"Hey!" came the response of the driver, looking appaled at the sight of the flying disc. Others soon followed at the direction of the martial artist. But as they began to discent, he grabbed them and threw them up again. And he repeated the process over and over again. Finnaly, the discs made some sort of a circle and it became apparant what the old man was doing....he was juggling.

Allthough the people around enjoyed the show and admired the speed and power with which the elderly human was juggling the discs, the driver worried about nothing else then the weights. His boss probably wouldn`t have been too pleased if they got damaged.

To his relief, the martial artists show was ending. One by one, he started placing the discs back into their position. Soon enough, they were back in their old place undamaged. It seemed as if nothing had happened.

But something obviously happened as the sign-up man ejected the cassette on which he recorder Jackie`s actions. In a better mood, he replied: "Allright, now step into the teletube behind me and we will let you know of the results."

Withouth further ado, he walked towards the transporter. He stepped inside of it and turned around. A green aura enveloped him and suddenly, he was gone.

((OOC: Kaiousamas planet))

[Drake]

Nursing a sore neck, among various other worn muscles, Kakarot grabbed a seat and ordered an orange juice to take his mind of the spar he?d just had with big blue. It?d been awhile since he?d been able to let loose against an opponent, not having to hold much back, but even in this place he couldn?t unleash his full power or it might end up destroying the whole restaurant- they had good fries.

?Hey there,? greeted a rather large fellow, who followed up his hello by heartily slapping the saiyajin on the back. ?I saw your fight back there, pretty good stuff if you ask me- though I can?t really say this place would put up much of a challenge for a fighter at your level.? A wide grin nearly split the man?s face in half as he sat down next to Kakarot before rummaging around in his coat for something. ?Ah, here we go,? he said as he produced a large stack of papers that had been banded together. ?Now this is something more your speed.?

He eyed the man warily. There was an unsettling aura about this stranger which left an unsettling aftertaste to the meal he had had just moments before, he?d felt this feeling before but couldn?t quite put his finger on it. ?More my speed? I?m not sure what you mean; I?m just a regular fighter- nothing special.?

The stranger chuckled, and his grin grew into a yellow grimace. ?Now, now Goku you shouldn?t be lying like that- or should I say Kakarot?? There was a mocking tone mingled in with his voice, even though it was apparent the man was trying to appear sincere.

Kakarot?s eyes slowly drew back to the persistent fellow, and in that brief moment he understood just where he?d felt such an aura before- Dante?s Abyss. ?Heh, I didn?t think you guys went around recruiting specific people.?

?We don?t.? He replied simply. ?I came here because this place is pretty good for gathering fighters, a free meal always seems to catch the rarest type- but you would know- wouldn?t you??

?Yeah I guess so,? he took a sip of his O.J. ?But you might as well go somewhere else, I?m not interested in participating in your games this time- check in during the next Dante?s Abyss.? Kakarot slammed his glass down, and rose from the chair ready to leave after he?d said his piece, but the D.A. recruiter wasn?t about to let him go so easily.

With remarkable strength, he grabbed a firm grip of the saiyajin?s forearm. ?Now, now you shouldn?t be so hasty. It?s not going to be the same as before-? He paused and that sadistic grin reappeared on his face, it almost made him appear to be a horrific clown of some sort. ?But if that?s what you wish, I understand.?

Kakarot jerked his arm free from the man?s hold, and looked down at him threateningly. ?It?s good we have an understanding then.? He replied coldly.
?Yes, I will just have to see if Goten, or Gohan would be interested in joining- they seem like up and comers. I wouldn?t be surprised if they?ve already signed up at one of our recruiting stations.?

?You?re playing a dangerous game.? His eyes narrowed, and under the glare of Kakarot?s ire the recruiter couldn?t help but sweat at the killing intent that was now surrounding him. Raised on earth or not, a saiyajin was still a saiyajin deep down. ?Sign me up,? he stated flatly. ?I hope we don?t meet again.?

[Super Buu]

OOC: Continued from Regeneration.

Standing outside the Nirvana, Supes closed his eyes and took a moment to breathe in the fresh air of Vegeta. All around, the wind billowed, casting red sand up into the sky. The monster had been ?stranded? here for a long time ? ever since that fateful battle with the Red Stallions. But he knew that his time here was up. He had fulfilled his tasks, and now left, not just a better warrior, but a better person.

But there was no more time to waste. Buu opened his eyes and grinned, white fangs gleaming under the unrelenting sun. He could smell battle on the air.

Like a miniature star, the majin?s rose aura blazed into life, and, without another second?s delay, he rocketed into the sky.

~*~*~*~

Greg tapped letters into the keyboard furiously, eyes locked into the screen. ?And Samus ? did a somersault ? kicking Ridley square in the nuts. The monster howled in agony ? but ? not before he got a missile to the face!? The boy grinned before starting a new line. ??Pwned!? exclaimed Samus. With her foe defeated, the bounty hunter decided it was time to relax. Removing her helmet and shaking free her glimmering golden locks ?!?

A loud cough interrupted the writer?s spiel, and Greg looked up to see a very impatient-looking pink thing standing above him, rapping his fingers on the top of the monitor. ?Oh, don?t mind me,? it stated dryly. ?Carry on with your story, I can wait.?

?Really??

Just when he thought he was beginning to understand human sarcasm ? Supes shook his head in exasperation. ?No. Sign me up before I miss the competition.? His eyes flitted around the room suspiciously. ?This is where you?re holding Conquest signups, right??

Greg scratched the back of his head, somewhat irked at having his writing interrupted. Sure, he was on duty, but he hadn?t expected anyone to arrive so late, especially not at a tiny station, located in the middle of a desert, on a planet which had just lost a chunk of its population to war. Ah well, he thought. The life of a slacker is chock-a-block with unexpected twists and?

?Hey ?? murmured Buu, scratching his rubbery chin. One brow raised, he flicked a finger at Greg. ?Didn?t I see you at the last D.A.??

?Hm?? The human looked up from his internal monologue. ?Uh ? you might?ve. I was working as a waiter for one of the restaurants. But they promoted me, and now I?m at the signup booths instead.?

Supes glanced around the room, devoid of anything besides the computer and some other assorted machinery. ?Doesn?t seem like much of a promotion to me ??

Greg shrugged. ?I get to write whenever I?m not actually doing work, so it?s not a bad deal.?

The majin?s eyes lit up suddenly. ?Hey, you should write a story about me!?

At this, the human had to hide his grin. ?No offence, but I don?t think anyone?s gonna be interested in reading about a pink guy with a ? something ? protruding from the back of his head.?

Buu twitched, his eyes narrowed. ?Blunt, aren?t we?? He felt a strong urge to teach author-boy some manners, but he was relying on the kid to get him into the competition. He was already late, and it had taken him hours to get enough directions to make his way here. ?Anyway, enough talking. Sign me up, Neckbeard.?

Greg fished out a camera. ?Hold still, lemme take some pictures.? Holding it up, he snapped a few times before replacing it on the desk. ?Alright, now I?m gonna need you to demonstrate your fighting abilities.?

Buu hopped from foot to foot in agitation. ?Do I have to? Can?t you just like, have me punch a meter to test my strength? I really need to get to the competition.?

?Well, alright,? the human sighed. He?d been looking forward to seeing some cool tricks. He gestured vaguely in the direction of a large, souped-up machine in the corner of the room. ?You can use that.?

?Alright!? Buu sauntered over to the machine, rolling his shoulders as he did so. Tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, he pulled back his arm, narrowed his eyes and ?!

WHACK!

The counter whizzed up, hitting the top of the scale before bouncing back down. Buu spun on his heel, flashing a cheesy grin and a thumbs up sign. ?So ? what does the computer say about my power level??

Greg gasped as numbers began to fill his screen. Impossible! ?It ? it ?? He took a step back, knocking his chair over in disbelief. ?It?s over NINE THOUSAAAAAAND!?

?I take it I pass, then?? Supes grinned. Not waiting for an answer, he clenched his fist forward. ?Then let?s get this show on the road. I?ve got a competition to win.?

?R-ri ? right!? stuttered the bewildered human, tapping out a few numbers onto his keyboard.

Buu turned to his right as a tube whirred to life, lit up by neon blue tubes. Above, an LCD screen displayed the words ?DESTINATION: PLANET DANTE?. Stepping over to the teletube, he glanced back momentarily. ?Sayonara!? he shouted, before turning and leaping into the unknown.