06-07-2008, 03:47 AM
Bardock’s lips formed into an even wider smile, but it was not that of joy, or amusement. It was to mask his confusion. Her sudden alteration had been…unexpected. As he stared darkly into her eyes, he was surprised to find nothing but pure truth in their scarlet depths. His nose lightly sniffed the air. Even her scent had changed. Not more than a handful of hours ago, she had been angry with him over his inconsideration. Now, she had transformed into some bloodthirsty fiend, anxious to kill by his side. Bardock hadn’t even believed this was possible, and he still didn’t quite believe, even with all the proof right in front of him. Humans had never demonstrated the capability of completely letting themselves go to the thrill of it all. Bardock, a saiya-jin, was killer-born, not killer-made. Had he somehow provoked this perverse metamorphosis? It didn’t seem right. This wasn’t the Violet he knew…
And why the hell did any of that really matter?
It was exactly what he’d been asking for, all wrapped up in a beautiful, deadly little package. Although he was disturbed, he was excited by the prospect. Moments ago, he’d been prepared to be completely silent for the duration of the tournament. After but those few seconds, they could finally see eye-to-eye. The fighter’s grin grew—this time out of pure indulgence. The sun was rising on what was going to be a very bloody day. The leash was coming off the chain.
“Then let’s get some,” he finally answered, his face a mirror of pleasure. Breakfast was eaten, supplies were packed, and camp dismantled quicker than it had ever been done before. Within minutes, they were off and running. She matched his pace much more easily and efficiently. It was as if everything he had perceived about her had melted away, revealing something truly horrifying hidden deep within. He liked it. He couldn’t wait to see it in action. Violet acted different, moved different, smelled different…Bardock wondered if she even tasted different. But that was going to have to be saved for later.
Finally, after all that had happened, some good-old fashioned fun was to be had.
And why the hell did any of that really matter?
It was exactly what he’d been asking for, all wrapped up in a beautiful, deadly little package. Although he was disturbed, he was excited by the prospect. Moments ago, he’d been prepared to be completely silent for the duration of the tournament. After but those few seconds, they could finally see eye-to-eye. The fighter’s grin grew—this time out of pure indulgence. The sun was rising on what was going to be a very bloody day. The leash was coming off the chain.
“Then let’s get some,” he finally answered, his face a mirror of pleasure. Breakfast was eaten, supplies were packed, and camp dismantled quicker than it had ever been done before. Within minutes, they were off and running. She matched his pace much more easily and efficiently. It was as if everything he had perceived about her had melted away, revealing something truly horrifying hidden deep within. He liked it. He couldn’t wait to see it in action. Violet acted different, moved different, smelled different…Bardock wondered if she even tasted different. But that was going to have to be saved for later.
Finally, after all that had happened, some good-old fashioned fun was to be had.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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