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[Kami]

Kami picked up a drink for himself and sat near the long haired sayjin. "Hey, no harm no foul. We both, uh, exploded...I'll be looking forward to a good fight from you." Kami looked around at the gathered fighters. The few that were around were mostly people he had seen before at one time or another, on good or bad terms. Burter and Raditzu were the only one's who he had fought at all, the rest were not quite as powerful as those two. I wonder who else is going to show up... "Hey Raditzu! Maybe if I get you to give up you'll shave your head! It would sure beat dying!!" There was a chuckle from a few, and a very distinct hand gesture from Raditzu.

"What would you do with it? Make yourself a wig?" he retorted.

Kami didn't know why he was out socializing with all these people who he would soon be pitted against in an epic battle. Maybe he would try and pick off people he didn't know, avoid killing of as many people as possible. No sense in demolishing some poor fellow who thought he could get rich fast. Then again, if some wise ass alien scum with big teeth starts charging in, it might be ok to blast a hole through his torso.

Raditzu seemed more focused on his conversation with the cloaked figure, who looked a little familiar, but Kami was having a hell of a time remembering where he had seen him before. Bulma was chatting away along with everyone else. She seemed like a good intentioned person, it might be nice if she could get out of this in one piece. The old namek slowly took a drink, and sat back to soak up the conversation. There was going to be little rest once they were at DA.