Day One: Morning

[Uno]

The miniscule warrior returned with no luck. The saiyan must have retreated to another location, and Bujin wasn?t planning on trying to tackle him on alone. The Changeling stayed behind and kept the old Namek company. As the teal warrior returned to the new home base, Koola was reminded of how he made him look like a fool. He could?ve cared less about mending wounds. He knew how to fight, and that?s all he needed to know.

More rustling had been heard, now would be a bad time for an ambush. Especially since one of them had been injured. Koola gazed at Bujin and they both nodded there heads lightly. The bluish alien picked up P.D. and all three of them scurried off. From out of the brush was a group of, furry raccoons. They ran away from the little flea bitten rodents.

'Hey, Koola! Guess who feels like talking. Remember me?'spoke a child-like innocence in the depths of Koola's mind. The Changeling grunted deeply.'Not a very good time. Koorsala.' the female sprit in the tattoo had returned.

'What do you want? We?re kind of busy at the moment.' Koola looked over his right shoulder to see if anyone was following there trail. Fortunatel, none had followed.

The group slowed down and came to a halt. They required rest, again. And until the number of people dwindled. It would be best to lay low.
There were only 42 competitors left on the island, or so they thought. One of there fellow clan mates had died earlier that morning....

If only they reached the paunchy saiyan in time, they could have aligned with him, but they were to late, he was dead, nothing could change that fact. Too bad, that chunky saiyan could have been of much use to the group.


'Anything exciting happen yet?' Piped up Koorsala

Koola sighed deeply, of all the weapons he had to get, why did he have to get her?

'Nope, not a single thing. It?s been sooo boring during this live or death tournament! It has just been BORING.' replied Koola telepathicly.


The purple changling layed Piccolo Daimoun down on the ground softly.

"...You?re lying!" Koola had completely lost it and screamed in a high pitch tone. Luckily, It was so loud that no one could tell where it had come from, but if anyone were close by, they could immediately tell who it was that had screamed.

That?s when a figure jumped out from the wooded area. Bujin tackled the man roughly into the ground. "Who are you?!" Interrogated Bujin. Then when Bujin got a closer look into the mans pupil, he could tell instantly who it was that had ambushed them, it twas Blue.

After a brief explanation from Blue, the group of four began to drink small sips of there precious supply of water, and feasted on slices of the namekians bread.

?I don?t suppose you know what happened to Yajirobe or Silver, do you?" Questioned Koola.

Blue only stared grimly. "I haven't heard a peep from this Yajirobe, and as for Silver, well...The dude went off his rocker and eliminated one of your companions."

The whole group went dead silent, until Bujin growled angerly. ?That bastedr! He?s gonna pay, and he's gonna pay good!? replied the infuriated warrior.

?You think you can kill me?? Replied a familiar voice.
Everyone gazed upward, and saw Silver standing high above them from atop the branch of an old sturdy tree. ?Well, I?m waiting.? Smirked the cocky orange haired punk.

ooc: We?ve alined with Blue. Silver's going down!