Day Two: Early Morning

[Reijin]

"What's that smell?" Reijin gumbled as the four warriors continued along their path. As they grew closer, the smell of day old rotting flesh seemed to be permeating their area. The two Saiyans wrinkled their noses up as they smelled it. They glanced at one another and nodded, sharing the same thought. Neither of them minded the smell of fresh rot... They loved it. It carried with it the thrill of the kill, the battle fervor... However, this was just a waste, and they had not partaken in anything to cause this event.

Metal Koola simply strode silently beside them, a titanium monstrosity with nothing to say. Reijin's eyes wandered until they found the little Saibaman suddenly darting off before them. "Wait," he motioned to the others. "My Scouter isn't picking anything up..." he whispered. Stepping silently forward, he kneeled down to spread open the bushes.

It was at that moment that the Saibaman filled his vision, meeting him face to face with its toothy grin. Reijin rolled back in surprise, and immediately rose to his feet. "Dammit!" he cursed. "You little rat!" he growled, leaping forward to grab it. It laughed and leapt into the air, and Reijin rolled straight through the bushes into the pile of organs that was immediately after them.

He immediately climbed to his feet and looked down at the disembowled corpse. It had obviously been there for sometime, and had been eat by various animals on the island. The Namekian body was covered in a multitude of bugs and flies, and numerous vultures were sitting in the trees waiting on it to be open for the taking.

The others immediately stepped through the bushes and looked down at the green rot, but noone could recognize the fallen warrior due to he massive amount of flesh missing. "Its at least a day old," Metal Koola speculated. "Maybe more."

Vejita shook his head in disagreement. "The game hasn't been going long enough for longer. Its a shame..." he rasped, looking around with his Scouter. "This one has been flatlined long enough that whoever killed him is long gone."

Reijin chuckled. "That is a shame. I would have loved to have crushed another pathetic excuse for a warrior." He kneeled down to the corpse and poked an organ with a gloved finger. "Seems like everything has been taken from him, too." Rising to his feet, he turned to the others. "I wanted a fight!" he growled, spinning around and kicking the corpse hard. It rolled through the ground, spilling its intestines across the dirt and sending birds everywhere. He looked to the others, a vision of blood thirst in his eyes. "Let's go."