Day Two: Evening

[Kami]

Kami could see the rage that was leaping from every inch of Trunk's body. Little did the sayjin know, the Namek felt the same way. Only he had to deal with it better than he did to keep what was left of the team together. Now that they were all tired and injured he hoped Goten was still doing fine. He really wasn't sure what the next move should be at this point in time.

He remembered both Vegeta and Reijin from past battles and experiences. He'd even chatted a bit with Reijin before the tournament began. What a crazy world this is... The bullet wounds in his back ached with a stinging pain, it only served to piss off the Namek rather than bring him to a knee in anguish.

Trunks still had his fists clentched tightly, the tension in his jaw was easy to spot. The rage was still there, caked in sadness and regret. "Trunks," his long hair didn't move and inch but Kami knew he was listening, "I couldn't help but over hear Vegeta hesitating when he saw you."

That got the fused halfling's attention, "Yeah...I guess so."

"Maybe we can use that." Trunks shot the old Namek a dirty glare, but Kami simply looked back at the sayjin and wagged his finger. "No no, not like that. We'll talk more later."

Kami fumbled with the guitar to see what he could remember. He always had a lot of time to kill up on the lookout, so when he wasn't keeping an eye on the Earth his occasionally picked away at an old guitar he had tucked away. The strings quietly rattled and buzzed out chords. It seemed odd to be playing at a time like this, and on the guitar of his recently deceased team mate no less.

Thirteen had his hand over the hole in his stomach. "Good thing you've only got circuits in there...right?" The android grunted a little bit but had enough common sense to begin to pick up on how Kami often spoke, concern consealed within a joke. He could appreciate something like that.

"Yeah, I suppose so," he paused, "But it still hurts like hell when I move." Kami gave a nervous chuckle.

"I wish I could use my damned ki sense...I want to know if Goten is ok." The emerald warrior ran a hand over his head. The motion reminded him that his back had a few bullet wounds in it, he gritted his teeth and sucked in air.

Trunks nodded, and the now three fighters tried to keep moving. The game just changed drastically for the three.