11-03-2005, 04:01 AM
"Hopefully a good workout." Rad answered with the usual grin playing across his face. "18, you and Goten go check out the hospital. I?m gonna go keep our big friendly giant company."
With an unmatched speed, the Saiya-jin was off, leaving the hybrid and blonde android to their own endeavors. Not even a second glance was needed to tell she had been the first between the two to move forward ahead, past the door frame and into the facilities itself, leaving the halfling in the midst of the yard that accommodated the hospital's front to lead on his own design. It was rather quiet if you forcefully removed the sound of gory going on in the background. Around curved a road near the entrance of the building as there had probably been a need for it, back when death had been a problem. Where Goten stood now several roots hug on loosely to the ground, grass gray and old from time, dirt lacking life in general from its stale solid state.
"... Hm..." The youth's head craned slowly back as he surveyed the face of the structure, eyes scanning over the blank or broken windows and battle torn walls as he was entirely oblivious to the battle royal going on inside. Even outside in the battle raging on was little more then scattered noises as he had withdrawn into himself for the moment. Outside his body he could feel those inside the building in front of him, though some of their signatures were either hard to read or oddly identical, they were there. Strange in fact was the rushes that met with him, it was that of the urges he had towards the Ader that were silenced the moment the tournament ended.
Grudges had a way of festering inside him, the smallest thing growing with the beats of his heart or the breaths passing his lips.
"Take it," Deep within the pit of his stomach a cold feeling struck, the Saiya-jin's eyes darting to the side of his head as it tilted in the direction the call felt strongest in. Something in the back of him mind remembered the voice from somewhere... it was his own, the deeper bass that had been acquired through the less embarrassing experience with puberty in the afterlife. Though there was a misleading security it installed into him, the alternate meaning those words told him. "Heh, come on, it'll be easy."
"What if you hit someone? Like a friend?" Goten's lips parted as his head bobbed back slightly, this new voice was young... inexperienced and childish. It seemed to argue with the other as if the two held different entities in some unseen convention within the Saiya-jin's body, but it didn't end...
"What happens, happens. Did you recognize the reason why we lost in that tournament? It was because you interfered, I could've killed him."
"You couldn't have! It was against the rules!"
"Fuck the rules, I decide from now on."
Within the time that it took to come to a conclusion between the two unknown pieces, Goten had emerged on the scene within the building with a blistering point of contact between the new arrival and the groups of undead. The youth's eyes had been drawn into a glare as muscles tensed throughout his body, fists gripped tightly at his sides causing them to shutter violently in a commotion which drew attention from the dead who took to him quiet fondly for the life coursing through his veins.
It didn't take long for the Saiyan to join the ranks of those whom were already slaughtering the walking corpses so it didn't define him much apart from the others, yet the only difference had been the way he was moving... killing the killed becoming a near passion for the youth who took yearningly to it.
A burst of body parts scattered themselves along the walls and across the ground as the teenager played the reaper for a time, fists and feet his scythe, a coursing glare and old colored blood his dark cloak. A swing came around with force heavy enough to split the hallowed out bone inside one of the undead's arms and rip through into it's rib cage, the rhythmic sounds of cracking filled the air as the fragile insides broke apart in a spray of crimson color.
With a turn, the demi Saiya-jin took note of his crotched position to place a perfect mark in the stomach of an impending attacker that had been approaching from behind, making quick work to grab a hold of intestines before tearing the organ out in a gutting motion. Less then a glance was given as a fist slammed against the cranium of something behind him, whatever it was the misty liquid feeling about his hand and wrist was enough for him to disregard taking any further actions in that direction. He rose with a flick of the wrist, tossing the large rope of flesh around the neck of his current target twice before tightening it to a perfect grip. With less then a smirk he pulled downward the captive downward, shattering the corpse's forehead against one knee only to drive it back down to break apart the remainder of the head.
To its knees the dead fell again, the hybrid turning to deliver another devastating swing against the side of an image's head which erupted on contact. Taking the momentum the punch generated for him to jump into a spin, one leg coming about to take out the mid section of yet another undead only to have the other come about to clear the space above it's shoulders.
Goten landed, bound into a stance with legs spread far from shoulder length and one hand set with the palm pressed against the ground completely devoid of the massive build up of flesh and gory that littered the room.
"Another," the deep toned voice spoke again, jerking the Son warrior's head to look over in the direction of the weakest feeling ki strength in the room... Cell. The reduced amount of strength felt as though he had been through hell and back, or more to the point, 'hell fighter' and back. There was another alike to the speckled fighter but at the moment seemed to be enthralled with an over zealous battle between the golden colored princess. "Take it; pick up the remains of the kill."
"No..." Sense was something of a memory now, a desperate revolt of judgment that could've been the deciding point between life or death. Though through the delberation and inner bickering, Cell had managed to devour the imposture, taking a stronger glow to himself that seem to fold his old strength and impress the rest with the new.
"Take it." It pursued.
"No."
"TAKE IT!" Lifting from his position, the youth shot forth at the original bio-android. He could see it... just before contact, Cell's face glancing over in the remaining moments before his neck had been taken hold of and driven through the wall at his side. Flying back in the grasps of the teenager for several rooms before the inertia from a sudden stop sent his green frame after him. The halt only resulted in the start of a circular swing which held twenty-one's head outward into the approaching objects within its path till a downward thrust sprawled the piece of bio machinery down upon the floor, giving rest for the moment. Light filtered through the room now as Goten spun about still with the force of the whirl controlling his movements before one hand stuck out suddenly, aimed precisely at the android as a wave of ki bolts flooded as if water from a broken damn had been released.
Though the youth knew the only reason he had been able to overcome Cell had been from the sudden and unexpected initial attack, that certain Saiyanistic ego began to grow now. Taking the form of a power to use, the only downfall being... reality itself...
With an unmatched speed, the Saiya-jin was off, leaving the hybrid and blonde android to their own endeavors. Not even a second glance was needed to tell she had been the first between the two to move forward ahead, past the door frame and into the facilities itself, leaving the halfling in the midst of the yard that accommodated the hospital's front to lead on his own design. It was rather quiet if you forcefully removed the sound of gory going on in the background. Around curved a road near the entrance of the building as there had probably been a need for it, back when death had been a problem. Where Goten stood now several roots hug on loosely to the ground, grass gray and old from time, dirt lacking life in general from its stale solid state.
"... Hm..." The youth's head craned slowly back as he surveyed the face of the structure, eyes scanning over the blank or broken windows and battle torn walls as he was entirely oblivious to the battle royal going on inside. Even outside in the battle raging on was little more then scattered noises as he had withdrawn into himself for the moment. Outside his body he could feel those inside the building in front of him, though some of their signatures were either hard to read or oddly identical, they were there. Strange in fact was the rushes that met with him, it was that of the urges he had towards the Ader that were silenced the moment the tournament ended.
Grudges had a way of festering inside him, the smallest thing growing with the beats of his heart or the breaths passing his lips.
"Take it," Deep within the pit of his stomach a cold feeling struck, the Saiya-jin's eyes darting to the side of his head as it tilted in the direction the call felt strongest in. Something in the back of him mind remembered the voice from somewhere... it was his own, the deeper bass that had been acquired through the less embarrassing experience with puberty in the afterlife. Though there was a misleading security it installed into him, the alternate meaning those words told him. "Heh, come on, it'll be easy."
"What if you hit someone? Like a friend?" Goten's lips parted as his head bobbed back slightly, this new voice was young... inexperienced and childish. It seemed to argue with the other as if the two held different entities in some unseen convention within the Saiya-jin's body, but it didn't end...
"What happens, happens. Did you recognize the reason why we lost in that tournament? It was because you interfered, I could've killed him."
"You couldn't have! It was against the rules!"
"Fuck the rules, I decide from now on."
Within the time that it took to come to a conclusion between the two unknown pieces, Goten had emerged on the scene within the building with a blistering point of contact between the new arrival and the groups of undead. The youth's eyes had been drawn into a glare as muscles tensed throughout his body, fists gripped tightly at his sides causing them to shutter violently in a commotion which drew attention from the dead who took to him quiet fondly for the life coursing through his veins.
It didn't take long for the Saiyan to join the ranks of those whom were already slaughtering the walking corpses so it didn't define him much apart from the others, yet the only difference had been the way he was moving... killing the killed becoming a near passion for the youth who took yearningly to it.
A burst of body parts scattered themselves along the walls and across the ground as the teenager played the reaper for a time, fists and feet his scythe, a coursing glare and old colored blood his dark cloak. A swing came around with force heavy enough to split the hallowed out bone inside one of the undead's arms and rip through into it's rib cage, the rhythmic sounds of cracking filled the air as the fragile insides broke apart in a spray of crimson color.
With a turn, the demi Saiya-jin took note of his crotched position to place a perfect mark in the stomach of an impending attacker that had been approaching from behind, making quick work to grab a hold of intestines before tearing the organ out in a gutting motion. Less then a glance was given as a fist slammed against the cranium of something behind him, whatever it was the misty liquid feeling about his hand and wrist was enough for him to disregard taking any further actions in that direction. He rose with a flick of the wrist, tossing the large rope of flesh around the neck of his current target twice before tightening it to a perfect grip. With less then a smirk he pulled downward the captive downward, shattering the corpse's forehead against one knee only to drive it back down to break apart the remainder of the head.
To its knees the dead fell again, the hybrid turning to deliver another devastating swing against the side of an image's head which erupted on contact. Taking the momentum the punch generated for him to jump into a spin, one leg coming about to take out the mid section of yet another undead only to have the other come about to clear the space above it's shoulders.
Goten landed, bound into a stance with legs spread far from shoulder length and one hand set with the palm pressed against the ground completely devoid of the massive build up of flesh and gory that littered the room.
"Another," the deep toned voice spoke again, jerking the Son warrior's head to look over in the direction of the weakest feeling ki strength in the room... Cell. The reduced amount of strength felt as though he had been through hell and back, or more to the point, 'hell fighter' and back. There was another alike to the speckled fighter but at the moment seemed to be enthralled with an over zealous battle between the golden colored princess. "Take it; pick up the remains of the kill."
"No..." Sense was something of a memory now, a desperate revolt of judgment that could've been the deciding point between life or death. Though through the delberation and inner bickering, Cell had managed to devour the imposture, taking a stronger glow to himself that seem to fold his old strength and impress the rest with the new.
"Take it." It pursued.
"No."
"TAKE IT!" Lifting from his position, the youth shot forth at the original bio-android. He could see it... just before contact, Cell's face glancing over in the remaining moments before his neck had been taken hold of and driven through the wall at his side. Flying back in the grasps of the teenager for several rooms before the inertia from a sudden stop sent his green frame after him. The halt only resulted in the start of a circular swing which held twenty-one's head outward into the approaching objects within its path till a downward thrust sprawled the piece of bio machinery down upon the floor, giving rest for the moment. Light filtered through the room now as Goten spun about still with the force of the whirl controlling his movements before one hand stuck out suddenly, aimed precisely at the android as a wave of ki bolts flooded as if water from a broken damn had been released.
Though the youth knew the only reason he had been able to overcome Cell had been from the sudden and unexpected initial attack, that certain Saiyanistic ego began to grow now. Taking the form of a power to use, the only downfall being... reality itself...