05-26-2006, 01:13 AM
(This happens before the fight with Goten and Piccolo)
He liked being free, for the first time in what felt like a century to him. Bounding it great leaps across the playing field, he started to move in random directions, to try and find someone to team up with in this bloodsport...
Why would he want to team up with others? Why wouldn't the now resurfaced evil want to go on a hunt for anything that moved, to brutally murder and satisfy an unquenched lust that he felt hungering in the very pit of his stomach?
It was very simple, at least to him. Without the power of SNS, he had no chance to stand up to people that could change like into some kind of super being. His only chance was to team with such people, until they become unneeded. Then, they would be ripe for the picking...
Stopping, he hadn't realized how fatigued he was. It was pretty ungratifying, as strong as the body was in relative to a regular Namekian, to be in control of such a weak form of himself. Looking at the pack he had on his side, he chugged some of the water.
Looking at the bread, he wondered why he kept it. Light as it was, it was just more dead weight, and he considered throwing it aside. He wondered why he needed it, and he considered all the possibilities it could be used for, while he was resting up from his powerful bounds and previous leaps.
He thought about using it as a weapon, but realized that it was too soft to do any damage. Besides, the device he held in the bag would do much better then any piece of bread could.
Diplomacy? It would be a strange tactic for the jade Namekian to try, but he realized that he would have to be cold and logical to get through this game alive.
That's when he noticed two figures ahead.
(Ooc: This is meant for before the fight that has just happened, so people understand what happens.)
He liked being free, for the first time in what felt like a century to him. Bounding it great leaps across the playing field, he started to move in random directions, to try and find someone to team up with in this bloodsport...
Why would he want to team up with others? Why wouldn't the now resurfaced evil want to go on a hunt for anything that moved, to brutally murder and satisfy an unquenched lust that he felt hungering in the very pit of his stomach?
It was very simple, at least to him. Without the power of SNS, he had no chance to stand up to people that could change like into some kind of super being. His only chance was to team with such people, until they become unneeded. Then, they would be ripe for the picking...
Stopping, he hadn't realized how fatigued he was. It was pretty ungratifying, as strong as the body was in relative to a regular Namekian, to be in control of such a weak form of himself. Looking at the pack he had on his side, he chugged some of the water.
Looking at the bread, he wondered why he kept it. Light as it was, it was just more dead weight, and he considered throwing it aside. He wondered why he needed it, and he considered all the possibilities it could be used for, while he was resting up from his powerful bounds and previous leaps.
He thought about using it as a weapon, but realized that it was too soft to do any damage. Besides, the device he held in the bag would do much better then any piece of bread could.
Diplomacy? It would be a strange tactic for the jade Namekian to try, but he realized that he would have to be cold and logical to get through this game alive.
That's when he noticed two figures ahead.
(Ooc: This is meant for before the fight that has just happened, so people understand what happens.)