05-30-2006, 03:57 AM
The small band of warriors was now one stronger. Kami went over and introduced himself, it was apparent that the young sayjin knew Trunks, and Kami couldn't help but feel like he'd seen him somewhere before. The two were talking, Goten obviously feeling a little more relaxed now that he had found some allies.
13 seemed a little disoriented. Kami made a mental note to keep an eye on him, just to be sure. He had only recently met some of these fighters and while he trusted them all for the time being he couldn't help but be weary of who might try and win the whole tournament for themselves.
HF 17 was back up on a loft scouting around with the scope, and Garlic was hobbling around, trying to make sure his leg would be fine for the time being. Kami decided to take a moment to mediatate and wandered over to the side of the barn. He sat cross legged on the floor and closed his eyes. He searched his thoughts for a happy, calm place to venture off too, far away from the paranoia and tension of the tournament.
He found himself flying across the surface of the planet Namek, the ball shaped trees dotting the landscape. There was a vast green tinted sky stretching endlessly onward as the wind blew past him. He zipped across the surface of the water and saw it flare up behind him creating a large wake which resumed it's silent sloshing once he was gone.
Small Namekian villages dotted the landscape, the Namek's who inhabitated the homes going about their daily lives. A large coulumn of ground shot up into the air off in the distance. It was where Guru lived, high atop the pillar like structure. Kami whistled past the house and kept on traveling towards the horizon.
The old Namek opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. He was still on an island in a tournament full of people who would enjoy eliminating him in some horrificly entertaining manner. He stood up and went to go see what the others were doing.
13 seemed a little disoriented. Kami made a mental note to keep an eye on him, just to be sure. He had only recently met some of these fighters and while he trusted them all for the time being he couldn't help but be weary of who might try and win the whole tournament for themselves.
HF 17 was back up on a loft scouting around with the scope, and Garlic was hobbling around, trying to make sure his leg would be fine for the time being. Kami decided to take a moment to mediatate and wandered over to the side of the barn. He sat cross legged on the floor and closed his eyes. He searched his thoughts for a happy, calm place to venture off too, far away from the paranoia and tension of the tournament.
He found himself flying across the surface of the planet Namek, the ball shaped trees dotting the landscape. There was a vast green tinted sky stretching endlessly onward as the wind blew past him. He zipped across the surface of the water and saw it flare up behind him creating a large wake which resumed it's silent sloshing once he was gone.
Small Namekian villages dotted the landscape, the Namek's who inhabitated the homes going about their daily lives. A large coulumn of ground shot up into the air off in the distance. It was where Guru lived, high atop the pillar like structure. Kami whistled past the house and kept on traveling towards the horizon.
The old Namek opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. He was still on an island in a tournament full of people who would enjoy eliminating him in some horrificly entertaining manner. He stood up and went to go see what the others were doing.
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