11-18-2005, 01:50 PM
There is an inherent problem with the written (and spoken, for that matter) language: it relied on a series of metaphors and comparisons to communicate. One can only explain what ?good? is because they have ?bad? to weigh it against. For nearly all instances, this works just fine. However, every once and a while an event transpires which completely transcends anything that has come before it. That?s when things begin to break down. With nothing to compare it to, the only left running through one?s mind is a jumble of inexplicable emotions. The scholar and philosophers among us would probably try to document, rationalize, or philosophize these feelings, attributing them to some higher truth that they had decided they knew about. Luckily for us, Rad is neither of those.
With a content sigh, Rad looked down at the woman he held gently in his arms. The confusion that had been plaguing his mind had been whittled away by waves of pleasure, euphoria, and? well? more pleasure. The android wriggled in his arms, pushing herself against him further, though how she managed to do that was beyond the long-haired warrior. The only sound that filled the small room was the steady breathing of the two lovers, occasionally broken by a warm sigh, but that was more than enough for the two of them. A short time passed, and Raditzu noticed that 18?s breathing had steadied and she stopped fidgeting. Surprising even himself, Raditzu gracefully slid his arm out from under the slumbering android and slipped carefully off the bed. Grabbing the covers, he pulled them over 18, then turned to fetch his discarded pants.
The saiyan let his eyes wander the room, settling for a moment on his battle-damaged armor. The thought of him getting into a fight at the moment was nothing short of ridiculous. He let the armor lay where it was and slowly pulled his pants on. He idly scanned the room for something to use as a shirt as he cinched the waistband on his remaining article of clothing, but wasn?t terribly worried when nothing really caught his eye. He padded lightly to the door and carefully opened it. With a second though, Raditzu closed the door and placed a finger on door's metal surface. As he drew his finger along the metal, it indented slightly, allowing the saiyan to leave 18 a short message. Happy with the result, Rad opened the door once more. Slipping into the main observatory of the watchtower, Rad let the door latch ever so slowly before letting out a contended sigh. He turned towards the only other figure in the room, the old watchman.
?Sure has been busy around here, eh?? Rad walked to a window and stared off into nothing.
?Its a nice change of pace.? The old man studied the saiya-jin. ?You certainly seem to be in a better mood.?
?Not really.? The saiya-jin let his voice carry a tone of mock disappointment. ?I have this weird craving for a cigarette.?
The old man?s eye widened slightly, but he refrained from commenting.
?Take it easy, pops. Don?t bust a hip fighting off some devil cat.?
With a grin, Rad walked past the old man and headed down the long staircase. The walk down was significantly shorter than the trek he had taken on his little quest to find 18. In his blissful absent mindedness he almost bumped into a woman heading up the tower. He most definitely never seen her before, but that didn?t stop him from apologizing and stepping aside to let her pass. A couple steps behind her was a figure he did, in fact, recognize. The young saiyan full-breed Reijin stopped when he caught sight of Raditzu. The lack of proper attire and ridiculous grin plastered across Rad?s face were probably not something Reijin had considered he would come across, especially considering the view he had already been provided with. Rad smiled and gave the kid a wave.
?Yo!?
Reijin looked up to notice the long haired Saiyan waving at him innocently. He stopped a couple steps away from Rad. Giving a smirk as he crossed his arms, his sarcasm couldn't have gone unnoticed by the deaf.
"Well well... How's Bojack doing?"
?Oh? he?s dead.? Rad?s cheerful smile didn?t even falter. ?The back of his head is plastered against the ground somewhere. It was a pretty good shot, actually.?
?Oh.? Reijin blinked, not expecting such a blunt and? morbidly happy response. ?Well that?s a shame. Now, if you?ll excuse me.?
Rad stepped aside once more, letting the younger saiyan pass without hesitance. That had turned out to be a nice little change. He hadn?t really planned on meeting anyone, let alone anyone he would actually expend the energy to greet. Rad continued on his way, all but skipping down the stairs? not that he?d be caught doing anything as decidedly un-masculine as skipping, mind you. He soon found himself passing an empty half-way point and was practically out the door before he knew it.
The collection of warrior?s outside the watchtower looked to have grown in the time Rad had spent? occupied with 18. He scanned the area briefly, looking for a friendly face. Even a moderately unfriendly face would have sufficed at that point in time. His eyes settled upon the figure of his father, gesturing as he spoke to an angel. Rad strode over to the elder saiyan and greeted him with a simple ?hey, pop.? Bardock turned at the sound of the voice.
?You find your girl?? The father inquired.
?18? Yeah. She was up in the tower.? Rad hooked his thumb toward the top of the structure.
?Where is she?? Bardock looked around, probably having expected to see the female right behind Rad, considering his son?s good mood.
?Oh, she fell asleep. I imagine she?s pretty worn out.? Rad winked before walking past his father with a wave.
A small group, a short distance away from the tower, caught Rad?s attention. Normally, he would have avoided the quartet, but they seemed to be animatedly discussing something. Three of the four Rad recognized immediately. The fourth was a bit of a mystery to the long-haired saiyan. He missed the beginning of their conversation, but caught bits of the end as he approached. They were discussing some kind of virus and something called ?blue-2?. Rad found himself fairly uninterested in all of the above, but it was probably something worth knowing about.
?Okay? here we go.? Bra?s voice reached his ears as he was only a couple steps behind the small group.
?What are we watching??
Rad leaned between the two larger figures in the group, Cell and Vegeta, placing an arm on each of their shoulders to keep himself supported as he leaned forward. Four heads turned to see who had spoken, all of them quickly dawning expressions of surprise. Vegeta and Cell both instinctively jerked away from the bulky warrior, leaving him to stumble forward into the small princess. Rad caught himself from falling and crushing Bra under him. That probably wouldn?t have sat well with Vegeta, anyway. Hell, Rad?s mere presence probably didn?t sit too well with him.
?Woah? feelin? the love.? Rad turned and smiled at both Cell and Vegeta before turning back to Bra, who was holding the small hand-held device and staring at Raditzu with, what appeared to be, a look of sheer confusion. ?So, what we watchin???
OOC: no mas por yo.
With a content sigh, Rad looked down at the woman he held gently in his arms. The confusion that had been plaguing his mind had been whittled away by waves of pleasure, euphoria, and? well? more pleasure. The android wriggled in his arms, pushing herself against him further, though how she managed to do that was beyond the long-haired warrior. The only sound that filled the small room was the steady breathing of the two lovers, occasionally broken by a warm sigh, but that was more than enough for the two of them. A short time passed, and Raditzu noticed that 18?s breathing had steadied and she stopped fidgeting. Surprising even himself, Raditzu gracefully slid his arm out from under the slumbering android and slipped carefully off the bed. Grabbing the covers, he pulled them over 18, then turned to fetch his discarded pants.
The saiyan let his eyes wander the room, settling for a moment on his battle-damaged armor. The thought of him getting into a fight at the moment was nothing short of ridiculous. He let the armor lay where it was and slowly pulled his pants on. He idly scanned the room for something to use as a shirt as he cinched the waistband on his remaining article of clothing, but wasn?t terribly worried when nothing really caught his eye. He padded lightly to the door and carefully opened it. With a second though, Raditzu closed the door and placed a finger on door's metal surface. As he drew his finger along the metal, it indented slightly, allowing the saiyan to leave 18 a short message. Happy with the result, Rad opened the door once more. Slipping into the main observatory of the watchtower, Rad let the door latch ever so slowly before letting out a contended sigh. He turned towards the only other figure in the room, the old watchman.
?Sure has been busy around here, eh?? Rad walked to a window and stared off into nothing.
?Its a nice change of pace.? The old man studied the saiya-jin. ?You certainly seem to be in a better mood.?
?Not really.? The saiya-jin let his voice carry a tone of mock disappointment. ?I have this weird craving for a cigarette.?
The old man?s eye widened slightly, but he refrained from commenting.
?Take it easy, pops. Don?t bust a hip fighting off some devil cat.?
With a grin, Rad walked past the old man and headed down the long staircase. The walk down was significantly shorter than the trek he had taken on his little quest to find 18. In his blissful absent mindedness he almost bumped into a woman heading up the tower. He most definitely never seen her before, but that didn?t stop him from apologizing and stepping aside to let her pass. A couple steps behind her was a figure he did, in fact, recognize. The young saiyan full-breed Reijin stopped when he caught sight of Raditzu. The lack of proper attire and ridiculous grin plastered across Rad?s face were probably not something Reijin had considered he would come across, especially considering the view he had already been provided with. Rad smiled and gave the kid a wave.
?Yo!?
Reijin looked up to notice the long haired Saiyan waving at him innocently. He stopped a couple steps away from Rad. Giving a smirk as he crossed his arms, his sarcasm couldn't have gone unnoticed by the deaf.
"Well well... How's Bojack doing?"
?Oh? he?s dead.? Rad?s cheerful smile didn?t even falter. ?The back of his head is plastered against the ground somewhere. It was a pretty good shot, actually.?
?Oh.? Reijin blinked, not expecting such a blunt and? morbidly happy response. ?Well that?s a shame. Now, if you?ll excuse me.?
Rad stepped aside once more, letting the younger saiyan pass without hesitance. That had turned out to be a nice little change. He hadn?t really planned on meeting anyone, let alone anyone he would actually expend the energy to greet. Rad continued on his way, all but skipping down the stairs? not that he?d be caught doing anything as decidedly un-masculine as skipping, mind you. He soon found himself passing an empty half-way point and was practically out the door before he knew it.
The collection of warrior?s outside the watchtower looked to have grown in the time Rad had spent? occupied with 18. He scanned the area briefly, looking for a friendly face. Even a moderately unfriendly face would have sufficed at that point in time. His eyes settled upon the figure of his father, gesturing as he spoke to an angel. Rad strode over to the elder saiyan and greeted him with a simple ?hey, pop.? Bardock turned at the sound of the voice.
?You find your girl?? The father inquired.
?18? Yeah. She was up in the tower.? Rad hooked his thumb toward the top of the structure.
?Where is she?? Bardock looked around, probably having expected to see the female right behind Rad, considering his son?s good mood.
?Oh, she fell asleep. I imagine she?s pretty worn out.? Rad winked before walking past his father with a wave.
A small group, a short distance away from the tower, caught Rad?s attention. Normally, he would have avoided the quartet, but they seemed to be animatedly discussing something. Three of the four Rad recognized immediately. The fourth was a bit of a mystery to the long-haired saiyan. He missed the beginning of their conversation, but caught bits of the end as he approached. They were discussing some kind of virus and something called ?blue-2?. Rad found himself fairly uninterested in all of the above, but it was probably something worth knowing about.
?Okay? here we go.? Bra?s voice reached his ears as he was only a couple steps behind the small group.
?What are we watching??
Rad leaned between the two larger figures in the group, Cell and Vegeta, placing an arm on each of their shoulders to keep himself supported as he leaned forward. Four heads turned to see who had spoken, all of them quickly dawning expressions of surprise. Vegeta and Cell both instinctively jerked away from the bulky warrior, leaving him to stumble forward into the small princess. Rad caught himself from falling and crushing Bra under him. That probably wouldn?t have sat well with Vegeta, anyway. Hell, Rad?s mere presence probably didn?t sit too well with him.
?Woah? feelin? the love.? Rad turned and smiled at both Cell and Vegeta before turning back to Bra, who was holding the small hand-held device and staring at Raditzu with, what appeared to be, a look of sheer confusion. ?So, what we watchin???
OOC: no mas por yo.
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