05-17-2006, 01:45 AM
A smile crossed over the face of the man behind the many television monitors. He looked through the cameras of the dojo, waiting to find someone - anyone - that he might recognized from his unforgettable past. After all, that was his whole motive of taking this job. To keep an eye over the people who once watched over him. The other trainers at his new home planet were happy to let him be the dojo headmaster.
A scaly hand drifted over a tan dial, which magnisized one of the views on the left television screen. Yes, it was definitely him. The same man who had once fought for the five-star dragonball with him. The man who he had died protecting.
Outside, Hellfighter Seventeen had put on some gloves to begin training with one of the sandbags, trying to get back into the groovy of healthy excersice. It was definetly something he needed after the hellacious events that had taken place over the last few days.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw him. He had teleported right in front of a wall, leaning back against it and resting his head backwards. His tall, blue body was clean, and his normally shredded and torn black pants were stitched expertly back together. His kind red eyes were brighten then they had ever been. The most notable thing, however, was his smile.
The android let one word, and only one, escape. "Burter."
And with the mission of allowing the cyborg the chance to rest easy in knowing his dear friend was alive finished, the tall muscular reptile teleported away.
A scaly hand drifted over a tan dial, which magnisized one of the views on the left television screen. Yes, it was definitely him. The same man who had once fought for the five-star dragonball with him. The man who he had died protecting.
Outside, Hellfighter Seventeen had put on some gloves to begin training with one of the sandbags, trying to get back into the groovy of healthy excersice. It was definetly something he needed after the hellacious events that had taken place over the last few days.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw him. He had teleported right in front of a wall, leaning back against it and resting his head backwards. His tall, blue body was clean, and his normally shredded and torn black pants were stitched expertly back together. His kind red eyes were brighten then they had ever been. The most notable thing, however, was his smile.
The android let one word, and only one, escape. "Burter."
And with the mission of allowing the cyborg the chance to rest easy in knowing his dear friend was alive finished, the tall muscular reptile teleported away.
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