05-21-2006, 03:01 PM
Thirteen was no fool, he could sense the hesitation of trust in the Sayajin-hybrid. Unsure on how to sway Trunks into trusting him, the droid noted to make it a point to prove to this man that he was a trust-worthy ally. The thought was comforting, but the realization of how difficult that could be only allowed him to feel a bit warmed by the thought rather than joyful.
?So, could I ask for your name?? the fused sayajin inquired.
?I?m Thirteen.? the towering android replied, holding back a smirk. Perhaps it wasn?t going to be so difficult after all.
?One more question,? Trunks added, ?Do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen??
The name fell on him like a brick. By the way the Sayajin uttered the words, Seventeen, he was obviously not speaking of Android Seventeen the leader of the Civil Unrest, meaning that it could only be Hellfighter Seventeen and how could he not remember him? Thirteen had faced many tough challenges in the past, but that android was the toughest he had ever faced one on one.
?Sure. I met him during that Friend or Foe II competition.? spoke the droid, trying not to think on it too much. ?He actually ended up killing me during it, though I understand fully why he did. When I was under the guise of Piccolo, I attacked him and out of self defense, he extinguished my life. I?ve moved on and hold no grudge though, he did only what needed to be done, in the long run, he saved me, I suppose.?
Looking the droid in the eyes, that thought completely vanished, the fire in his eyes and the stern gleam told the halfling that the machine indeed did not hold a grudge, which was going to work leaps and bound in the competition if they were to ally, after all, he had plans to hook up with Seventeen when he arrived, if he arrived.
Thirteen watched the lavender haired man look around the room. Perhaps he was check to she if Seventeen had already arrived, even though he knew it was impossible. Sitting on the side of the cot and rummaging through his sack, the droid glanced through it once again, not really expecting any kind of change, but just trying to keep himself looking busy. Wishing that he had a deck of cards, the machine-hybrid tied up the opening of his bag and stuffed it under his bed, hopefully no one would try to steal his stuff. Glancing back up at Trunks, the Sayajin and android smirked at each other lightly, it would seem that conversation wasn?t going to be easy between the two until later on, when the fun actually began.
?So I take it you and Seventeen are going to hook up?? questioned Thirteen as he stood back up, once again towering over the halfling.
Trunks nodded and Seventeen sighed.
?Power in numbers eh?? the droid smiled, it was actually a very strategic move by the two of them and with the addition of himself, the trio would stand a much better chance of survival.
?So, could I ask for your name?? the fused sayajin inquired.
?I?m Thirteen.? the towering android replied, holding back a smirk. Perhaps it wasn?t going to be so difficult after all.
?One more question,? Trunks added, ?Do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen??
The name fell on him like a brick. By the way the Sayajin uttered the words, Seventeen, he was obviously not speaking of Android Seventeen the leader of the Civil Unrest, meaning that it could only be Hellfighter Seventeen and how could he not remember him? Thirteen had faced many tough challenges in the past, but that android was the toughest he had ever faced one on one.
?Sure. I met him during that Friend or Foe II competition.? spoke the droid, trying not to think on it too much. ?He actually ended up killing me during it, though I understand fully why he did. When I was under the guise of Piccolo, I attacked him and out of self defense, he extinguished my life. I?ve moved on and hold no grudge though, he did only what needed to be done, in the long run, he saved me, I suppose.?
Looking the droid in the eyes, that thought completely vanished, the fire in his eyes and the stern gleam told the halfling that the machine indeed did not hold a grudge, which was going to work leaps and bound in the competition if they were to ally, after all, he had plans to hook up with Seventeen when he arrived, if he arrived.
Thirteen watched the lavender haired man look around the room. Perhaps he was check to she if Seventeen had already arrived, even though he knew it was impossible. Sitting on the side of the cot and rummaging through his sack, the droid glanced through it once again, not really expecting any kind of change, but just trying to keep himself looking busy. Wishing that he had a deck of cards, the machine-hybrid tied up the opening of his bag and stuffed it under his bed, hopefully no one would try to steal his stuff. Glancing back up at Trunks, the Sayajin and android smirked at each other lightly, it would seem that conversation wasn?t going to be easy between the two until later on, when the fun actually began.
?So I take it you and Seventeen are going to hook up?? questioned Thirteen as he stood back up, once again towering over the halfling.
Trunks nodded and Seventeen sighed.
?Power in numbers eh?? the droid smiled, it was actually a very strategic move by the two of them and with the addition of himself, the trio would stand a much better chance of survival.