[7] Assorted Groups - FoF Production Building

[Raditzu]

What better for a giant, rampaging ape to come across than an endless army of mindless zombies? Rad sure didn?t know. With a wave of his hand he could send dozens of the little buggers spiraling through the air. Having attained not only, but two, Super Saiyan transformations, Rad had forgot the simpler joys of life: like towering above hordes of foolish zombies and stomping them flat. It really was something that more people should have the chance to experience. Maybe then everyone would understand why saiya-jin tended to be conceited pricks. It was hard not to when you knew that just about anyone could be reduced to the size of your big toe. Oh well, social pathology was not one of Raditzu?s strong points. A conclusion he came to as he slammed an open hand flat against a pile of clueless zombies. With a mighty roar, the saiya-jin proclaimed his victory over the goo on his hand that used to be shuffling about the land beneath him.

Now, as any experienced Saiya-jin knows, it is of utmost importance to find ways to keep one?s self entertained while ravaging your opponent unmercifully. While Raditzu had never been the most creative person at finding new ways to demolish his opponents, he certainly had the patience for little games played on the battlefield. Unfortunately, there were several that could not be done while in this giant ape form, but, on the other side of the coin, some could only be done as a wannabe King Kong. Rad had come up with one such game and was taking great pleasures in trying to beat his own personal high score.

Pull! He thought out to no one in particular.

With a swing of a massive foot, Rad punted a large group of zombies into the air. As they soared to the peak of their flight, the Oosaru inhaled deeply, his already expansive chest swelling further. As the undead hung in the air, ready to plummet back to the comrades they had so rudely been separated from, Rad exhaled a scorching beam of bad breath incarnate. The blast cut through the zombies, causing many to simply evaporate in mid air. Several others that had been (un)lucky enough to escape the path of the beam tumbled back to the ground below. Rad counted them as they fell, disappointed to see that he had let eight escape his wrath. He would simply have to do better next time.

?Final Flash!?

Rad?s ears perked up when he heard 18. Turning his head, he could see the androidess cut a swath through the ranks of the seemingly endless zombies. With large, booming steps, Rad approached 18, mentally wearing a wide grin. Reaching down, he very carefully plucked 18 off the ground with two massive fingers. Though she seemed surprised at the reaction, Rad?s state of mind was incapable of registering the subtleties of her body language. Rad reached up to his shoulder and set 18 atop it. He wasn?t exactly sure why he had done it? it just kind of seemed like a good idea at the time.

Look how many of them there are.

The nice thing about telepathy was that your mouth could be preoccupied with something else while you spoke. Like eating a waffle, or drinking a crisp, refreshing Jamaican lager, or firing a massive beam of utter annihilation at a lumber zombie about to be wiped from the face of an asteroid. Ah, the simple joys in life. After cutting a clean line through the army of living-impared soldiers, Rad was simply content to stomp around for a while, letting entrails of those below ooze out from between his bare, gorilla feet. In the back of his mind, Rad hoped that Bardock and Bojack were having as much fun as he was. More than likely, once Rad had reverted to his normal form, the primal bloodlust would fade, leaving him in a saddened, sober state; so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.