12-08-2004, 04:00 AM
"This...area A interests me very much. Meet me up ahead, I'm going to extinguish my competition...humph..." declared Burori, looking over his shoulder into the distance. His King nodded, and with that, he was off, knowing full and well that Broli could handle himself. Once King Vegeta had disappeared, Broli turned around and folded his arms. ?Come out.? Characters formed from the darkness of wind and snow. There were six of them, all wearing dark capes, the wind curling each cape?s tips around the body armor that each one wore. ?Saiya-Jin?? Burori asked, more surprised than concerned as to the reasoning of these new arrivals. The Saiyans began to encircle Burori, one (their leader) stepping forward. ?You are Broli, correct?? A simple nod answered the question, one that the leader already knew the answer to. ?And you have made contact with the King, Vegeta?? Another nod. A smirk spread across the bare face of the Saiya-Jin as he placed his hands on his hips. ?So you?re the one who destroyed Sativa?s palace. She was mightily angered by that? But I?m sure you could guess that.? As the leader studied Burori, he shifted his weight uneasily at the sight of Burori?s charred arm. ?Ha! Here I am, on a mission from Sativa to look for Vegeta, and I stumble across you, walking like a fool about the ship to Dante.?
Broli bared no emotion. ?Are you sure you want to do this?? He didn?t like to play games and was ready to get this over with. The Saiya-Jin troupe leader frowned, holding up his hands innocently. ?We just want to have some fun. Ain?t that right, boys?? A series of grunts and barbaric chuckles followed; they began to close in. ?I?ll give you one more chance,? solemnly declared the one-armed Saiyan. There wasn?t time for an answer, as the leader immediately took this as a sign of Broli?s defense being down. He lunged at Broli, fist ready for a compelling blow. However, a spinning kick from his hopeful victim sent him reeling into the snow. Instantly, the other five made their moves, tackling Broli as hard as they could muster. The one-armed Saiyan fell to one knee, attempting to support the weight of his attackers. The warriors, showing no mercy, proceeded to punch and kick Burori in the gut, face, and every other point in which they considered to be weak. Amidst all this, the leader climbed to his feet, wiping away the crimson substance from his lips.
With a fierce gust of wind, Broli roared, his body exploding into energy as his aura enflamed him. Each warrior found his home deep in the snow as they were blown off of their victim. Broli stood, preparing himself to meet another attack from the Saiyan leader. However, to his surprise, the leader simply bowed. ?Hm? It seems that you live up to your reputation. After all, you were able to obliterate an entire security force, kill Commander Dylock, and destroy the Royal Palace? It seems this fight will have to continue another day.? The leader bent to the ground, picking up his cloak, as it had been knocked off earlier. He clipped it tightly to his upper back, smiled to Burori, and turned to walk away. His counterparts, still climbing to their feet, followed his example. They began walking away, rubbing their tender wounds as they looked back at the victor with sheer resentment at having their pride utterly crushed. The Saiyan leader stopped for a moment, turning sideways to look at Broli. ?But I warn you? I?m in this tournament too, and I?ll be getting stronger. You may have had the upper hand this time, but next time?? His eyes narrow. For a moment, it seemed that his face grew darker. ?I won?t show any mercy.? Broli made no response, picking a similar cloak that one of the warriors had lost off the ground. Clipping it to him (in order to help with the cold), he watched as his opponents disappeared? into the darkness of wind and snow?
Broli bared no emotion. ?Are you sure you want to do this?? He didn?t like to play games and was ready to get this over with. The Saiya-Jin troupe leader frowned, holding up his hands innocently. ?We just want to have some fun. Ain?t that right, boys?? A series of grunts and barbaric chuckles followed; they began to close in. ?I?ll give you one more chance,? solemnly declared the one-armed Saiyan. There wasn?t time for an answer, as the leader immediately took this as a sign of Broli?s defense being down. He lunged at Broli, fist ready for a compelling blow. However, a spinning kick from his hopeful victim sent him reeling into the snow. Instantly, the other five made their moves, tackling Broli as hard as they could muster. The one-armed Saiyan fell to one knee, attempting to support the weight of his attackers. The warriors, showing no mercy, proceeded to punch and kick Burori in the gut, face, and every other point in which they considered to be weak. Amidst all this, the leader climbed to his feet, wiping away the crimson substance from his lips.
With a fierce gust of wind, Broli roared, his body exploding into energy as his aura enflamed him. Each warrior found his home deep in the snow as they were blown off of their victim. Broli stood, preparing himself to meet another attack from the Saiyan leader. However, to his surprise, the leader simply bowed. ?Hm? It seems that you live up to your reputation. After all, you were able to obliterate an entire security force, kill Commander Dylock, and destroy the Royal Palace? It seems this fight will have to continue another day.? The leader bent to the ground, picking up his cloak, as it had been knocked off earlier. He clipped it tightly to his upper back, smiled to Burori, and turned to walk away. His counterparts, still climbing to their feet, followed his example. They began walking away, rubbing their tender wounds as they looked back at the victor with sheer resentment at having their pride utterly crushed. The Saiyan leader stopped for a moment, turning sideways to look at Broli. ?But I warn you? I?m in this tournament too, and I?ll be getting stronger. You may have had the upper hand this time, but next time?? His eyes narrow. For a moment, it seemed that his face grew darker. ?I won?t show any mercy.? Broli made no response, picking a similar cloak that one of the warriors had lost off the ground. Clipping it to him (in order to help with the cold), he watched as his opponents disappeared? into the darkness of wind and snow?