Day One: Early Morning

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Kami, Tapion and Trunks

Tapion glared over the bag he had been assigned. He checked his location on the map and that it...all he needed for now until he found a good place to relax for the night.

"Ahem," he heard.

Tap spun around, one arm extended in case he need to defend himself.

An old namekian, with his hands politely behind his back, stood in front of him. He didn't seem very threatening, but Tap was way too smart to underestimate anyone, especially someone that old and experienced. "What?" He asked, sounding ruder then he meant to.

"I'm not in the habit of attacking people with their back turned," The old namek said simply. "I figured if we were going to fight, I'd make it fair."

Tapion squinted a bit. It was odd to hear someone talk about fighting fair in a contest this big. But at the same time, it was worth respecting someone like that. "Works for me," The Konat said simply.

"Come at me, then," Kami offered.

Never one to back down, Tapion jumped forward. He threw his best martial arts punch at the elder namek, who surprised Tap with his flexibility in bending backwards to avoid it. When Kami brought a single hand up to retaliate, Tapion felt a shocking feeling to his gut. It was like Kami had grown several hundred sets of fingernails and was slamming every last one into his stomach.

Tap stumbled back, surprised. "Damn," he grunted. When he looked up, he saw Kami grinned, a hairbrush in his hand. "You stabbed me with a hairbrush?"

Kami chuckled. "Not much use on the hair department, so why not?" He pointed to his bald head.

Even the Konat had to smile at the joke. But it didn't stop him from continuing the fight. He lept up, and in a bit of super speed, slammed his foot into the jaw of Kami.

When Kami spun around in recoil to the hit, he shot a ki blast at Tap, who deflected it into the air. When Tap landed from his jump, he lept into the air again. Kami caught the kick this time. "Going up?" He asked sarcastically, and threw the warrior backwards.

Tap backflipped to catch himself. Suddenly, as he was falling back to the ground, a figure jumped from the trees and kicked him square in the spine. "Agh!" Tap shouted in surprise. He fell forward, right on his face.

Trunks landed next to Kami, perfectly.

"Ya know, I can handle him myself," the cheeky namek grinned.

"Couldn't resist," his saiyan friend laughed.

Tapion wasn't laughing. He stood up, putting his hands on in surrender. "Two on one, huh? Not my kind of odds. I'll be sure to see you gentlemen later."

While the mohawked man wasn't a coward, he wasn't a moron either. He made a break for his bag, grabbed it, and high-tailed it out of there.

"Just let him go? Just like that?" Trunks asked, surprised.

"Eh, sure. I'm too lazy to go after him," Kami shrugged. It wasn't true, but it made them both chuckle.

44 Fighters Remaining

Kami and Trunks are alligned.

It's revealed: Kami has the hairbrush.

Tapion's back is in some bad pain for a bit. Story wound, won't affect anything.