05-24-2006, 09:39 AM
OOC: Excuse my RPing ahead of time, I?m a bit drugged up?
IC: It seemed like in an instant, Vegeta was teleported to a ship of sorts. No doubt this was the ship that will lead them to the tournament. He noticed how different it looked since the very first Dante?s Abyss, obviously technology was a thing utilized amongst the producers. His eyes gazed down at the dozens of beds that were posted around the largest room on this vessel. It seemed like a hall fit for Kings, or where very large sorority parties should be held.
Vegeta walked down the line counting numbers until he reached the one for him. ?Number 27.? He said, looking down at the small cot. ?Not royalty-like, but what can you expect?? He shrugged and threw his small belongings on to the bed ?claiming? it his own. There was a bag hanging off the head rest which immediately caught his attention. His hand slipped the top open, and he gazed carefully down into it. Yep, there it was; all the things he saw at the Information Center were in that bag. ?It?ll have to do.? Vegeta muttered and closed the back. He covered it up in his bed, almost trying to hide it as he turned and began walking towards the large crowds in the center of the room.
He noticed many familiar faces, and many that he?s never seen before. Vegeta?s face was in the state of rock-hood, a place which shown such seriousness like humor was not a factor. This was his ?I?m a hard ass? look that he puts on every time he first walks into a room with a lot of people. He wasn?t one to look like a pussy right off the bat, and always did a fine job proving it. There was someone who immediately caught his eye like an elephant standing in your back yard. ?Raditzu?? He whispered under his breath, almost as if he was trying to communicate with the long haired Saiya-jin. There he was, the greatest rival Vegeta has ever known. Anywhere he went; it seemed that Raditzu was always there. It was almost as if the King was counting on seeing the beast of a warrior here, and apparently he wasn?t let down.
But of course if one is here, so is the other. Vegeta?s eyes didn?t have to travel far in order to see her, Android-18. Likewise, anywhere Raditzu was, more than often the female android would be close by. How funny it would be for him to just spring up in the middle of nowhere and throw a few punches before the Tournament he thought, but then again, there were just too many people around. Vegeta kept his urges within him, and he knew there would be a time and place for anything. He turned, so his vision would be free of the bondage from this pair, and he gazed around the room once again.
His ally, his closest friend Reijin could be spotted exchanging a few words towards his son. It didn?t look friendly, but the exact dialogue could not be determined from his distance. He wondered just what it was about, but knew both of them could handle themselves. Not far off was Bra, who appeared to be quite the popular one aboard this ship. How long has it been since he?s seen her daughter? It was about due time that he said hello. Probably the most nerve wreaking thing he was thinking about right now, was if his daughter would be happy to see him or not. Being a good father wasn?t one of the King?s strong points.
His feet tracked themselves all the way up to the small huddle, and he noticed Reijin was headed towards the same direction. As Vegeta approached quietly behind the young girl, his heart began to pound a bit faster, almost as it would if he was preparing for battle. He stopped, and cursed himself under his breath. ?Calm down you bastard?? He took a deep breath and placed his right hand onto Bra?s left shoulder in order to get her attention. He was anticipating her reaction with haste.
IC: It seemed like in an instant, Vegeta was teleported to a ship of sorts. No doubt this was the ship that will lead them to the tournament. He noticed how different it looked since the very first Dante?s Abyss, obviously technology was a thing utilized amongst the producers. His eyes gazed down at the dozens of beds that were posted around the largest room on this vessel. It seemed like a hall fit for Kings, or where very large sorority parties should be held.
Vegeta walked down the line counting numbers until he reached the one for him. ?Number 27.? He said, looking down at the small cot. ?Not royalty-like, but what can you expect?? He shrugged and threw his small belongings on to the bed ?claiming? it his own. There was a bag hanging off the head rest which immediately caught his attention. His hand slipped the top open, and he gazed carefully down into it. Yep, there it was; all the things he saw at the Information Center were in that bag. ?It?ll have to do.? Vegeta muttered and closed the back. He covered it up in his bed, almost trying to hide it as he turned and began walking towards the large crowds in the center of the room.
He noticed many familiar faces, and many that he?s never seen before. Vegeta?s face was in the state of rock-hood, a place which shown such seriousness like humor was not a factor. This was his ?I?m a hard ass? look that he puts on every time he first walks into a room with a lot of people. He wasn?t one to look like a pussy right off the bat, and always did a fine job proving it. There was someone who immediately caught his eye like an elephant standing in your back yard. ?Raditzu?? He whispered under his breath, almost as if he was trying to communicate with the long haired Saiya-jin. There he was, the greatest rival Vegeta has ever known. Anywhere he went; it seemed that Raditzu was always there. It was almost as if the King was counting on seeing the beast of a warrior here, and apparently he wasn?t let down.
But of course if one is here, so is the other. Vegeta?s eyes didn?t have to travel far in order to see her, Android-18. Likewise, anywhere Raditzu was, more than often the female android would be close by. How funny it would be for him to just spring up in the middle of nowhere and throw a few punches before the Tournament he thought, but then again, there were just too many people around. Vegeta kept his urges within him, and he knew there would be a time and place for anything. He turned, so his vision would be free of the bondage from this pair, and he gazed around the room once again.
His ally, his closest friend Reijin could be spotted exchanging a few words towards his son. It didn?t look friendly, but the exact dialogue could not be determined from his distance. He wondered just what it was about, but knew both of them could handle themselves. Not far off was Bra, who appeared to be quite the popular one aboard this ship. How long has it been since he?s seen her daughter? It was about due time that he said hello. Probably the most nerve wreaking thing he was thinking about right now, was if his daughter would be happy to see him or not. Being a good father wasn?t one of the King?s strong points.
His feet tracked themselves all the way up to the small huddle, and he noticed Reijin was headed towards the same direction. As Vegeta approached quietly behind the young girl, his heart began to pound a bit faster, almost as it would if he was preparing for battle. He stopped, and cursed himself under his breath. ?Calm down you bastard?? He took a deep breath and placed his right hand onto Bra?s left shoulder in order to get her attention. He was anticipating her reaction with haste.
~Semper Fidelis~