Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups and Pre-Show Information

[Reijin]

"I have arrived; you may all bow before my greatness!"

Those were the words that Reijin first heard upon his arrival on the planet Dante long before. The hot headed lavendar haired youth known as Trunks had spoken them, announcing his arrogance with the loudest words.

Reijin knew firsthand that those that yelped the loudest were often the weaker fighter. Trunks was declared one of the first to die. He had been found as a victim of collar detonation, having simply not bothered to enter his bunker while engorging himself upon a meal.

He doubted Trunks or any others would be so apathetic this time. Reijin had learned a great deal from watching such a formidable warrior fall to something as encompassing as one's own laziness.

He had gone on to survive in the event known as Friend or Foe 2, doing everything that it took for him to live. To kill Satan himself, a feat no other being, mortal or immortal, had ever accomplished. He had met Akira and Katel Dezmon and trained with them, sharing a few of his deeper concerns with the former of the two.

Soon after the event, he had lost Videl, a remnant of his own soul in human form. He felt a burning black fire now within the void that remained where her memory had been forcefully rended from him.

Now he was once more upon the planet of Vejita, in the Northern Quadrant at the signup booth for Dante's Abyss. He had survived the previous event. He had won Friend or Foe 2. He had proven himself more than any other. He had lost more than any fighter here had. He knew the penalty of arrogance well from Trunks's example.

He would do whatever it took.

Striding to the booth, he was directed to the location to signup. It was there that he was brought face to face with his first and greatest challenge. The same challenge that he had faced at previous tournaments. The same challenge that had left a pencil embedded within the palm of a screaming attendent.

Writing his name.

Pure red Saiyan blood filled his face as his humiliation once again had found him. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU PEOPLE NOT EVOLVE???" he demanded loudly. Several figures nearby turned to him to see what his problem was, and he quickly pulled his cloak around him anger. "This is rediculous!" he growled under his breath. Of all the technological advances for taking one's identity into account, these bastards always seemed to mock him with the monkey's art of writing one's name with a pencil.

A long silence ended with yet another screaming and previously sarcastic attendant with another writing utencil embedded within their hand. Reijin stormed off in cold fury, quickly running over his mental training for peace.