12-14-2004, 01:10 AM
Trunks followed the Namek towards the bunker, at a much slower and less ?run-through-the-wall-like-Wile-E-Cyote?. It seemed important to the namek that he get to the bunker, though Trunks was unsure why, it sounded familiar though.
?Hmm,? Trunks hummed aloud as he examined the interior of the Bunker. ?It?s got all the amenities of a four star hotel, nice.? He wasted no time and quickly began to raid the food supplies that had been left for the fighters while 18 and Piccolo fought. It was a virtual banquet of dehydrated food, pastes, and other food products built to resist spoilage. Any normal person would be turned away by such rations, but for a saiyajin, any food is good food.
OOC: Currently eating all the supplies in the bunker :d
?Hmm,? Trunks hummed aloud as he examined the interior of the Bunker. ?It?s got all the amenities of a four star hotel, nice.? He wasted no time and quickly began to raid the food supplies that had been left for the fighters while 18 and Piccolo fought. It was a virtual banquet of dehydrated food, pastes, and other food products built to resist spoilage. Any normal person would be turned away by such rations, but for a saiyajin, any food is good food.
OOC: Currently eating all the supplies in the bunker :d
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