11-17-2005, 06:12 AM
?What?s going on?? Bardock inquired, agitated. Of all the random things, he?d been teleported again, when he was perfectly capable of flying. It wasn?t like the watchtowers were that far away. That wasn?t even the strangest part of it: they?d been transported into a gathering of winged beings, not so much like the birdman Tory, but more?angelic. Not just any angels, but warrior angels, ones who were preparing for a colossal battle. Had the light come from them? It must have. Were these the people of Kala, these great things of holy light? How ironic: zombies versus angels. It was a classic duel of heaven and hell, battling out for conquest of the middle ground.
Bardock and Raditzu wriggled their way free of the great spans of wings that stifled them, and the elder cast his eyes about the enormous monolith that stood before him, glancing over at his son.
?That one I can explain,? Rad answered, gazing up at the enormous structure. ?Some old guy lives up there and can see everything.?
The patriarch tilted his head back, so as to take in the full view. ?You call that an explanation??
?Well?yeah,? his son shrugged.
Bardock laughed inwardly, but not that of amusement. Was it always going to be this way between the two? He couldn?t even remember the last time he saw Kakarotto. All he could do was his best with the time given to him with his children, he supposed. Bar stared unseeingly at the great stone sentinel, lost in thought.
?Did you see where 18 went?? the long-haired saiyan asked. Bardock?s attention directed towards his inquiring son.
?Uh, yeah,? he answered, recalling her slender form entering the tower almost immediately after teleportation. She?d managed to avoid the mass of feathers quite easily. He?d been tempted to say something, not wanting the three split up, but he assumed he was on bad terms, and thus kept his mouth shut. He wouldn?t have known what to say anyway, much less whether to do it or not at all. It was probably inevitable that they would go their own separate ways, but Bardock was actually beginning to enjoy the company. He pointed. ?She headed into that door over there.?
?Ah,? the other sighed, somewhat exasperated. Bardock knew that sigh all too well. Raditzu apparently didn?t have much luck with understanding Eighteen either, and they were lovers. He made his way towards the door, but suddenly turned around, a quizzical look in his eye. ?How did you manage to keep a woman around for two kids??
The question caught the father completely by surprise, and it was not of a subject he would have willingly recalled. He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. His eyes searched the ground, and he swallowed before answering. ?She didn?t have a choice. It was an arranged marriage.?
A look of incredulity and disbelief lurked beneath the surface of Raditzu?s face. The answer had been as surprising to him as the question had been to Bardock. Maybe he was searching for answers, answers that would help him solve whatever predicaments he had with the android female. The bronze bruiser was one of the last people to be able to give it to him, although he would have liked to. The younger saiyan turned to search for his girlfriend, leaving Bardock alone, both metaphorically and physically.
Bardock rubbed his chin with a hand, feeling the roughness of stubble. It had been awhile since he?d had a good shave. He must have looked like a mess, and smelled like worse. He needed a shower, if not for the grunge that coated his body, but for its relaxing warmth. The warrior trudged into the tower, fatigue finally setting in. He was reluctant to sleep, especially in a world such as this, at a time where one wrong step could get you eliminated. Bardock wasn?t done yet. Even after killing Kao, he?d see this through to the end somehow. Too much had been taken from him and done to him to not to.
The saiyan threw out his mental probe, searching for familiar energy, and although found people he knew, came up empty when it came to people that mattered to him. Reijin, the blond human, the old namek, and the mohawked human were all here. Hell, even Cell, whom he had not seen since his trip to the underworld so long ago, was here. His heart dropped. He?d hoped to possibly rendezvous with those he?d left behind. Burter Junior and Goten were nowhere to be found, nor even Bebi or Yamu, for that matter. He reassured himself that they were just out and about somewhere, still safe. He would have known if they had somehow been eliminated. Bebi or Yamu didn?t matter, but the other two did. A surge of relief flooded through the saiyan as his mind touched a warm, familiar beacon of energy. Katel was here. She must have succeeded, but the important thing was that Brim hadn?t gotten his grubby little hands on her. He made a mental note to approach her when he was more?presentable. ?Primping? wasn?t something he usually cared about, but he didn?t want to show up looking like a slob. He didn?t even know if she cared he was still alive.
Bardock wanted to find Raditzu and Eighteen, but he knew they would need some alone time. So, he would just have to go find a room and shower, and figure out what to do next. He sighed, but refused to show any sign of weariness. Even here, it would not do well to expose a vulnerable flank. Brim surely had eyes everywhere, and the saiyan didn?t want to leave any chink of armor in plain sight.
OOC: Just getting my bearings. Brief mention of people in the tower. Cell, if you're confused, PM me. Two.
Bardock and Raditzu wriggled their way free of the great spans of wings that stifled them, and the elder cast his eyes about the enormous monolith that stood before him, glancing over at his son.
?That one I can explain,? Rad answered, gazing up at the enormous structure. ?Some old guy lives up there and can see everything.?
The patriarch tilted his head back, so as to take in the full view. ?You call that an explanation??
?Well?yeah,? his son shrugged.
Bardock laughed inwardly, but not that of amusement. Was it always going to be this way between the two? He couldn?t even remember the last time he saw Kakarotto. All he could do was his best with the time given to him with his children, he supposed. Bar stared unseeingly at the great stone sentinel, lost in thought.
?Did you see where 18 went?? the long-haired saiyan asked. Bardock?s attention directed towards his inquiring son.
?Uh, yeah,? he answered, recalling her slender form entering the tower almost immediately after teleportation. She?d managed to avoid the mass of feathers quite easily. He?d been tempted to say something, not wanting the three split up, but he assumed he was on bad terms, and thus kept his mouth shut. He wouldn?t have known what to say anyway, much less whether to do it or not at all. It was probably inevitable that they would go their own separate ways, but Bardock was actually beginning to enjoy the company. He pointed. ?She headed into that door over there.?
?Ah,? the other sighed, somewhat exasperated. Bardock knew that sigh all too well. Raditzu apparently didn?t have much luck with understanding Eighteen either, and they were lovers. He made his way towards the door, but suddenly turned around, a quizzical look in his eye. ?How did you manage to keep a woman around for two kids??
The question caught the father completely by surprise, and it was not of a subject he would have willingly recalled. He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. His eyes searched the ground, and he swallowed before answering. ?She didn?t have a choice. It was an arranged marriage.?
A look of incredulity and disbelief lurked beneath the surface of Raditzu?s face. The answer had been as surprising to him as the question had been to Bardock. Maybe he was searching for answers, answers that would help him solve whatever predicaments he had with the android female. The bronze bruiser was one of the last people to be able to give it to him, although he would have liked to. The younger saiyan turned to search for his girlfriend, leaving Bardock alone, both metaphorically and physically.
Bardock rubbed his chin with a hand, feeling the roughness of stubble. It had been awhile since he?d had a good shave. He must have looked like a mess, and smelled like worse. He needed a shower, if not for the grunge that coated his body, but for its relaxing warmth. The warrior trudged into the tower, fatigue finally setting in. He was reluctant to sleep, especially in a world such as this, at a time where one wrong step could get you eliminated. Bardock wasn?t done yet. Even after killing Kao, he?d see this through to the end somehow. Too much had been taken from him and done to him to not to.
The saiyan threw out his mental probe, searching for familiar energy, and although found people he knew, came up empty when it came to people that mattered to him. Reijin, the blond human, the old namek, and the mohawked human were all here. Hell, even Cell, whom he had not seen since his trip to the underworld so long ago, was here. His heart dropped. He?d hoped to possibly rendezvous with those he?d left behind. Burter Junior and Goten were nowhere to be found, nor even Bebi or Yamu, for that matter. He reassured himself that they were just out and about somewhere, still safe. He would have known if they had somehow been eliminated. Bebi or Yamu didn?t matter, but the other two did. A surge of relief flooded through the saiyan as his mind touched a warm, familiar beacon of energy. Katel was here. She must have succeeded, but the important thing was that Brim hadn?t gotten his grubby little hands on her. He made a mental note to approach her when he was more?presentable. ?Primping? wasn?t something he usually cared about, but he didn?t want to show up looking like a slob. He didn?t even know if she cared he was still alive.
Bardock wanted to find Raditzu and Eighteen, but he knew they would need some alone time. So, he would just have to go find a room and shower, and figure out what to do next. He sighed, but refused to show any sign of weariness. Even here, it would not do well to expose a vulnerable flank. Brim surely had eyes everywhere, and the saiyan didn?t want to leave any chink of armor in plain sight.
OOC: Just getting my bearings. Brief mention of people in the tower. Cell, if you're confused, PM me. Two.
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