Day Two: Evening

[Raditzu]

"There once was a little guy
who set out on his own
No would ever see him again
Or talk to him on the phone

He told that he'd be just fine
That fortune was on his side
But none of them would know
That little Pinchy had just lied

Just as fate would have it
Just as fate did know
In no more that two days time
Little Pinchy'd cease to grow

A big ol' giant monster
Told him he shoulda ducked
And when McGrabbem didn't listen
He learned that he'd been -- ow!"

A dull pain thudded across Rad's arm, rudely interrupting his homage to the scorpion, Pinchy McGrabbem. With a quick spin he threw out a fist fist (more out of instinct than anything else) hoping to catch his assailant off-guard. Luckily for said assailant, his blow failed to connect. Rad's eyes darted about searching for the one foolish enough to distract him. When the saiyan's vision focused in on his significant other, the tension drained away. Until, of course, he heard what the silly woman had to say. A wide grin spread across the face of the hardened warrior.

"Tag, you're it!"

And with that the Android was off. It was all Raditzu could do to contain his amusement to a mere cackle. Tag him?! Tag Raditzu!? Little did Android Eighteen know that Raditzu was the Grand Master It on no fewer than three planets! He had battled his way through the ranks of his fellow its, beating them asunder with tags that would make grown men flinch and women cry. Though some protested his claims to championship, Raditzu paid no heed. The tournaments had been official and there was clearly no mention of an age limit. Who were a bunch of whiny middle-schoolers to call him a cheater? Nay! Not one of them was able to best the long-haired wonder in the glorious competion of wits, the almighty game of speed and endurance known only as 'Tag.'

With his cackle trailing behind him, Rad took off after the androidess at breakneck speed. The woman was clever, weaving between trees, doubling back, and using her lithe form manuever through spaces Raditzu would have diffculty with. What she had not been counting on, however (and with very good reason) was the unlikely display of grace and agility that was Raditzu. Admittedly, a couple of times, he zigged when he should have zagged, but otherwise he was doing a fair job of gaining ground on the woman. With a triumphant cry, the saiya-jin warrior burst from a treeline, expecting to tackle Eighteen. What he hadn't expected, however, was for Eighteen to duck behind a shrub. Raditzu hit the ground face first and rolled several yards smack into a river. He burst from the water, his long mane of hair disheveled and caked with mud and muck. He had little difficulty finding Eighteen, since she fell out of the shrub, clutching her side with unrestrained giggles. When she saw Rad barrelling towards her however, she leapt gracefully over her 'attacker' and over the river.

"Just wait, woman! I'll getcha!"

With that mighty and awe-inspiring proclimation, Rad tore across the river, powering through the water with little more than brute strength, and chased Eighteen into the tree line on the other side. It would be some time before the two would re-emrge from the foliage, since they both very quickly ended up getting lost. By the time they came tumbling back towards the river (and the rest of the group, as luck would have it) everyone in the camp was looking a little distraught. Bardock was huffing and puffing over by a tree, gun in hand (or close enough) while most everyone was shooting him dirty glares. Though neither Rad nor Eighteen knew what was going on at the moment, neither seemed to really care. Their spirits (at least Rad's. He only assumed 18 was in a good mood... though his judgement of her emotions had been known to be a little... rocky) had been significantly lifted. Rad looked around, taking in deep breaths with a wide grin, trying to think of how to get things going on a slightly better track. He snapped his fingers as an idea came to him.

"Ya know," the saiyan said to everyone and no one at the same time, "last time I saw a group as... pleasant... as this one, I was in the next dimension." Eighteen shot him a cockeyed expression. "Its true. This particular visit, however, I wasn't actually dead." He chuckled to himself as though he had just made a particularly amusing joke. "It was me a few other warriors and, if memory serves, we were bein' chased down by a big pack of... uh... I guess you'd call 'em demons." The saiyan warrior held a fist out in front of him for no apparent reason. "Everyone was looking a little upset, probably since we had just had our asses kicked, and we needed a way to take our minds off of it." His fist snapped open and a ball of ki materialized. "Someone, you can probably guess who, came up with the brilliant idea to play a little game called 'boom ball'."

"Boom ball? You're not serious, are you?"

"I'm dead serious, kiddo." Rad turned to Bra and tossed the ball of energy straight up. "Its pretty easy. You either hit the ball," the globe of ki reached the peak of its ascent and started back down, "or you go boom!"

With that, Rad slapped the ball of energy straight towards the saiyan princess. Instinctively, Bra swatted the ki away with the back of her hand, sending it careening towards a nearby tree. Just as it looked like the ball would tear straight towards the local flora, Rad materialized in front of it and let the ball ricochet off his forehead. The ball spun high into the air before sailing back down and being struck once again by the long-haired saiya-jin. This time the intended target was Eighteen. The android bounced lightly on the balls of her feet (creating an amusing effect Raditzu would describe mostly as intruiging) before letting the ball strike her forearm. Setting to herself, 18 had plenty of time to choose her target. With a smile she let the ki soar straight towards Bardock. Though the elder saiyan had been eyeing the ball warily, he showed no interest in the game. When the otherwise-destructive creation came within arm's reach he slapped it away with seemingly little effort. And so it went, the poor little boomball bouncing around the latest campsite of this ragtag alliance.