02-25-2005, 05:51 AM
Darkness pervaded the horizon of perception. Slowly, consciousness returned to the sluggish pink lobes that were housed in the thick skull of a certain Saiyan. A hazy palette of colors greeted his unfocused pupils as Bardock slowly opened his eyes, shaded by the green glass that hung over one orb of vision. Blood swelled to his head, pounding mercilessly.
The fighter looked around without lifting his heavy head, pupils contracting and sharpening, seeing he was still alone. He couldn?t have been unconscious for more than an hour, if even that. A dull burn embodied itself in his weary muscles, the after effects of an arduous battle. It was his gift and his curse that he was unsatisfied with rest, although it was the wisest of his current options. Struggling to his feet, Bardock saw that the blood that bathed his body had dried and caked over. What he had not wiped off was crusted onto his armor and sunned skin. The arm that clutched his bandana seemed to be in well enough working order now, but the fist that had destroyed his granddaughter was still unworkable. Belatedly, the inner dynamics of his mind kicked in. A recovery of considerable magnitude was required for him to be in even the most destitute of fighting conditions, which would span days at best. There was no way he could wait that long. It simply was not a conceivable avenue, but his strength had deteriorated beyond even a Saiya-jin?s ability to heal quickly. Regardless of this, even deep within his hollow shell, an ember of promise lingered deep within him. Bardock would fight on, no matter what. Still clutching his bandana, the fighter reached within his armor and pulled out a small object. He had been saving it for an emergency. The restorative vegetable endowed to him from the very beginning was his window of opportunity. Without a second thought, he flicked it into his expectant mouth. The Senzu rolled along his salivating tongue until cusps of enamel pierced its crunchy exterior. Familiar warmth emanated from its very core. Bardock couldn?t suppress a throaty roar as feelings of ebullience surged through his battered body. Whatever euphoria he had felt when his power had been previously regenerated was nothing compared to this augmentation. His whole figure quaked and trembled as his essence was overwhelmed with the overload of Ki that engulfed every last molecule. Brilliant white ambience cleansed his epidermis, rehabilitating the burns that enshrouded his limbs, dissipating the dried blood. The gash on his cheek was repaired without so much as a trace of a scar. Energy elatedly glutted his muscles as they were forcibly embellished. Invigoration replaced enervation seamlessly and effortlessly. Vitality was bestowed unto him once again. Without even realizing it, Bardock summoned the flames of crimson, a vivacious emblem of his rejuvenation. His primitive brain was unable to handle such a manic transition. Twin black eyes coruscated with pure, unadulterated thirst as his barbed ebony locks billowed furiously in the wake of his self-generated power. He mindlessly tied the bandana around his forehead, now conferred with the blood of his granddaughter.
In a burst of fervor, Bardock levitated from the floor and blasted out of the compound. Moist trees bent and splintered in the wake of his presence as he bolted towards his scouter?s indications. The only readings left on Dante were in Area A, and that was where he was headed at an unchecked pace. The fight there was, after all, good enough to be displayed before the audience in the Main Arena. Gradually, the thickness of trees receded and gave way to vast patches of frost. The Saiya-jin?s body pulsed with the warmth of his recharged energy. He didn?t feel the stinging cold that this new environment presented, although his cheeks flushed deeply against the bitterness. Dark plumes of clouds rolled along the sky, spewing forth frosty flakes of snow. Off in the distance, the wind howled, a harbinger of some lingering frozen doom. Icy powder pelted the impending antagonist, melting and steaming upon contact with his deep glow.
Suddenly, his sensory machine went crazy. Two powerful signals of Ki were cause for much technical aggravation. Bardock?s inner senses had detected it long before. A strange, foreboding feeling made home in his gut. As he loomed closer to these powers, the seasoned Saiya-jin spied a familiar figure: Android 18. Someone else was nearby, talking to her. Bardock abruptly landed, shaking off the snow that had accumulated in his thick thatch of dark hair.
?We meet again,? he greeted apathetically.
OOC: Left Area C, entered Area A. Rendezvoused with Android 18. That was my first Senzu bean, one of the originals, so it should be okay.
The fighter looked around without lifting his heavy head, pupils contracting and sharpening, seeing he was still alone. He couldn?t have been unconscious for more than an hour, if even that. A dull burn embodied itself in his weary muscles, the after effects of an arduous battle. It was his gift and his curse that he was unsatisfied with rest, although it was the wisest of his current options. Struggling to his feet, Bardock saw that the blood that bathed his body had dried and caked over. What he had not wiped off was crusted onto his armor and sunned skin. The arm that clutched his bandana seemed to be in well enough working order now, but the fist that had destroyed his granddaughter was still unworkable. Belatedly, the inner dynamics of his mind kicked in. A recovery of considerable magnitude was required for him to be in even the most destitute of fighting conditions, which would span days at best. There was no way he could wait that long. It simply was not a conceivable avenue, but his strength had deteriorated beyond even a Saiya-jin?s ability to heal quickly. Regardless of this, even deep within his hollow shell, an ember of promise lingered deep within him. Bardock would fight on, no matter what. Still clutching his bandana, the fighter reached within his armor and pulled out a small object. He had been saving it for an emergency. The restorative vegetable endowed to him from the very beginning was his window of opportunity. Without a second thought, he flicked it into his expectant mouth. The Senzu rolled along his salivating tongue until cusps of enamel pierced its crunchy exterior. Familiar warmth emanated from its very core. Bardock couldn?t suppress a throaty roar as feelings of ebullience surged through his battered body. Whatever euphoria he had felt when his power had been previously regenerated was nothing compared to this augmentation. His whole figure quaked and trembled as his essence was overwhelmed with the overload of Ki that engulfed every last molecule. Brilliant white ambience cleansed his epidermis, rehabilitating the burns that enshrouded his limbs, dissipating the dried blood. The gash on his cheek was repaired without so much as a trace of a scar. Energy elatedly glutted his muscles as they were forcibly embellished. Invigoration replaced enervation seamlessly and effortlessly. Vitality was bestowed unto him once again. Without even realizing it, Bardock summoned the flames of crimson, a vivacious emblem of his rejuvenation. His primitive brain was unable to handle such a manic transition. Twin black eyes coruscated with pure, unadulterated thirst as his barbed ebony locks billowed furiously in the wake of his self-generated power. He mindlessly tied the bandana around his forehead, now conferred with the blood of his granddaughter.
In a burst of fervor, Bardock levitated from the floor and blasted out of the compound. Moist trees bent and splintered in the wake of his presence as he bolted towards his scouter?s indications. The only readings left on Dante were in Area A, and that was where he was headed at an unchecked pace. The fight there was, after all, good enough to be displayed before the audience in the Main Arena. Gradually, the thickness of trees receded and gave way to vast patches of frost. The Saiya-jin?s body pulsed with the warmth of his recharged energy. He didn?t feel the stinging cold that this new environment presented, although his cheeks flushed deeply against the bitterness. Dark plumes of clouds rolled along the sky, spewing forth frosty flakes of snow. Off in the distance, the wind howled, a harbinger of some lingering frozen doom. Icy powder pelted the impending antagonist, melting and steaming upon contact with his deep glow.
Suddenly, his sensory machine went crazy. Two powerful signals of Ki were cause for much technical aggravation. Bardock?s inner senses had detected it long before. A strange, foreboding feeling made home in his gut. As he loomed closer to these powers, the seasoned Saiya-jin spied a familiar figure: Android 18. Someone else was nearby, talking to her. Bardock abruptly landed, shaking off the snow that had accumulated in his thick thatch of dark hair.
?We meet again,? he greeted apathetically.
OOC: Left Area C, entered Area A. Rendezvoused with Android 18. That was my first Senzu bean, one of the originals, so it should be okay.
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_