Day One: Afternoon

[Kami]

Kami found a large flat rock and sat down. "I'm getting to old for this shit." He was amazed at how drained he felt after using his ultranamek ability. He remembered the collar around his neck, "I also hate these damn things." He didn't touch it, for he knew what happens to those who tamper with the collars. He reached into his bag, and even though he didn't really need it took a drink of water. It at the very least felt good, but it wasn't nessecary. The rest of the group was tired as well, the transformations and power ups were useful, but afterwards some recovery time was definetly in order.

Trunks was tired, Thirteen was tired, Garlic Jr. was tired, they were all a little worn out from the sneak attack. Fortunately being tired was the only major injury any of them had incurred in the battle. If it could even be called a battle.

Kami picked himself back up off the rock, groaning as he stood back up. "Yeah, definetly too old for this shit." Garlic chuckled at the old Namekian, not able to hide his amusement at the ramblings of an old man. "Hey, when you're as old as me you get to complain every once and a while. Plus that sure took a lot out of me...you guys feel the same?" It was a rehtorical question, it was obvious they were all a tired and needed to rest.

Trunks spoke up, "We should keep moving, it isn't safe here. Someone might have noticed the huge spike in power levels around here. We don't need some other team jumping on us right now."

Thirteen wiped sweat from his brow. "Sounds good to me," he took another drink of water, "Just as long as we don't have to go very far."

Kami walked past and gave him a pat on the back, "Oh, you'll be fine. I'm the old one remember?"