05-16-2006, 07:44 PM
The moons of the cold empty planet shined the only hope that the Saiya-jin could see, her arms holding her torso as winds picked up upon the mountain top she stood. The graceful breeze trying to pass through her blood clotted hair from that of her victims. The shape of her eyes narrow and forceful as her black eyes looked endlessly over the savannah. Within them the reflection of her painful past with now sight of her future. Her mind still fighting its inner conflicts as it never seemed to find answers to questions she battled after.
?Sakura.? The only one. A single name that kept her going.
?Hellfighter.? The blinded love of being lost even knowing that someone cared for her.
?Minoshia.? Disgust, hatred, a being made of evil. The devil. Yet the closest person to that of the true Saiya-jin female.
Closing her eyes quickly in anguish with the descent of her head to the side of her body, her arms gripping all the more. Was it then that she could feel something, could she sense something that long ago she was a part of.
?Dante!? whispered her gentle lips.
A time when the world was new to her and that of adventures when she looked for the innocence of love and the gift of life. Dropping her arms to her side and looking in the direction of the calling was she soon gone, her appearance disappearing from sight as she darted to a location not so far from where she stood.
Within a few hours was she standing before a table, the likes of that she had seen in the past when she first entered the competition. The sign up sheet placed with a pen over it as her eyes widened.
?You gonna sign up there hun?? questioned an old figure, back crouched over and eyes bordering slightly out from the cranium where one would think eyes would lay.
?Yes, I do indeed.? Agreed the Saiya-jin as she went to sign her name.
?Wow, wow there boobies.? Said the old man. ?You can?t just sign up, there is a request that we see your fighting style before you can sign.?
The woman?s black hair draping over her face, the anger within her growing at the thought of such a disgusting creature speaking to her yet again if she were to reply. Telling her in the words he used as to what she could or could not do. But the Saiya-jin merely stood upright. Her chest piercing forward, a desire no doubt of the old man becoming reality.
?You want to see the way I fight do you??
?Yes, for sure.? Chuckled this lofty being as saliva dripped over the edge of his aged lips.
?Very well. Come just a little closer.? Asked the female as she walked closer to the individual. Looking down upon his stature and his hideous grin did she grin back at him as she placed her hand over his forehead and with the command of her mind did she gather all the ghastly imagery of past battles she had fought and discharge them into his mind.
Walking back to the sign up sheet, did she declare her name as she then continued over to the teleportation tube. Looking back one last time as she gazed at the mans body, his eyes shifting back and forth trying to roll to the back of his head as he lay paralyzed on the ground.
?Sweet dreams.? Spoke the Saiya-in before she was gone.
?Sakura.? The only one. A single name that kept her going.
?Hellfighter.? The blinded love of being lost even knowing that someone cared for her.
?Minoshia.? Disgust, hatred, a being made of evil. The devil. Yet the closest person to that of the true Saiya-jin female.
Closing her eyes quickly in anguish with the descent of her head to the side of her body, her arms gripping all the more. Was it then that she could feel something, could she sense something that long ago she was a part of.
?Dante!? whispered her gentle lips.
A time when the world was new to her and that of adventures when she looked for the innocence of love and the gift of life. Dropping her arms to her side and looking in the direction of the calling was she soon gone, her appearance disappearing from sight as she darted to a location not so far from where she stood.
Within a few hours was she standing before a table, the likes of that she had seen in the past when she first entered the competition. The sign up sheet placed with a pen over it as her eyes widened.
?You gonna sign up there hun?? questioned an old figure, back crouched over and eyes bordering slightly out from the cranium where one would think eyes would lay.
?Yes, I do indeed.? Agreed the Saiya-jin as she went to sign her name.
?Wow, wow there boobies.? Said the old man. ?You can?t just sign up, there is a request that we see your fighting style before you can sign.?
The woman?s black hair draping over her face, the anger within her growing at the thought of such a disgusting creature speaking to her yet again if she were to reply. Telling her in the words he used as to what she could or could not do. But the Saiya-jin merely stood upright. Her chest piercing forward, a desire no doubt of the old man becoming reality.
?You want to see the way I fight do you??
?Yes, for sure.? Chuckled this lofty being as saliva dripped over the edge of his aged lips.
?Very well. Come just a little closer.? Asked the female as she walked closer to the individual. Looking down upon his stature and his hideous grin did she grin back at him as she placed her hand over his forehead and with the command of her mind did she gather all the ghastly imagery of past battles she had fought and discharge them into his mind.
Walking back to the sign up sheet, did she declare her name as she then continued over to the teleportation tube. Looking back one last time as she gazed at the mans body, his eyes shifting back and forth trying to roll to the back of his head as he lay paralyzed on the ground.
?Sweet dreams.? Spoke the Saiya-in before she was gone.