06-01-2006, 07:51 AM
The images of the battle were still fresh on his mind as he sat there. He needed to rest, but his mind continued to wonder back onto the battlefield where four men had met their fates. Both Hellfighter Seventeen and Garlic Junior had fought bravely, but each had fallen and what was even worse, Goten had stayed behind to cover them, but now he was missing. Fear found its way into the android?s mind as he pondered, could his time almost be up as well? Would he be joining his fellow teammates sooner than expected? It was all becoming too much for him and Thirteen quickly found himself on edge. He had just started to warm up to the other android and the green goblin, but before he knew it, they were torn away from this island and his sight. This was a crazy and maddening game, the only issue that hung in the air, was how much longer would he continue to be a victim of it?s cruelty?
There was a low rustled to the androids left. Expecting someone to burst free of the brush and start firing upon their defenseless position, Thirteen was relieved to watch the lavender haired man lift himself from his prone position. He took a quick moment to glance at both teammates, but then he quickly gathered up his rifle and found his way to a tree. Leaning up against the massive trunk, Trunks? stared off into the distance, Thirteen could tell that something inside of him was struggling to stay bottled up. Lifting himself from the ground and making his way over to his lavender haired ally, the droid placed a hand on his shoulder, showing Trunks compassion for the first time.
?Look, they died with honor.? Thirteen spoke in a calm and soft manner. ?If I were to fade out of this game, it?s the way I would like to go, fully powered up and fighting my hardest. Both Hellfighter and Garlic Junior died for our cause, mourn them, but don?t let it get under your skin too deeply my friend. We must remember that they gave their lives up to help us on our venture, we owe it to them to live on. When you time comes, you?ll be re-united with them, but until them, head in the game, got it??
It took Trunks a moment to take in all that the android had said, then a second moment to refrain from lashing out. He knew that they were gone and that they had given their lives for them, but it was the fact that he had given Hellfighter his word and along with it, his pride. Heaving a heavy sigh, the lavender haired man felt a small weight lift off of his chest, he knew what must be done in order for his survival and the survival of the rest of his alliance. Breaking away from the android and marching over to the super Namekian Kami, Trunks rustled the alien awake.
?Come on.? instructed Trunks as he made his way over to his bag and threw it over his shoulder. ?We have something we must do, I?ll explain on the way.?
Willing to follow these two to the grave, Thirteen obediently packed his own pack and tossed it over his back. Knowing that if they didn?t eat the dead chicken that was still in his sack soon that it would become rotten, the machine-hybrid made a mental note to cook it for breakfast in a few hours, though he was unsure if he would even wake up the next day. Too much in these games had transpired already, they alone had wiped out quite a bit of the dead themselves, hopefully it wouldn?t continue on this path. They all needed their rest, but yet, they were always on the move, clearing themselves from danger only to find themselves within moments of another brawl. Suddenly, the realization that they no longer had the G.P.S. brought a whole new feeling of anguish, not only were they tired, but they were walking around blindly.
The trio broke away from their camp and began what would be a short trip towards unfamiliar territory. Keeping his eyes glued to Trunks and Kami, Thirteen could have sworn that he could feel the emotion pouring from these two warriors. It was a strange feeling to the droid, these men were contestants in a tournament to the death, but yet they locked relationships with others that surely had to die in the end.
?Where are we going?? asked the elder Namekian, breaking the machine?s thoughts.
?We?re looking for my father.? spoke Trunks, then he snarled. ?And him.?
Thirteen rushed in front of the Sayajin and Namekian, sure he would die for them, but he wasn?t exactly looking to commit suicide. As if the halfling could read the droids mind, Trunks smiled and turned to Kami, who quickly caught on.
?Think about it this way,? started Kami and he placed a hand on the androids shoulder and continued their journey. ?We could sit out here, waiting for the next batch of contestants to jump us and because Goten is no longer with us, I suppose that he was jumped from behind, meaning that there are others coming this way. Alone we are weak and tired and very low on numbers, but if we team up with Reijin and Vegeta, we then stand a chance at survival.?
It didn?t take long for the android?s CPU to compute this calculation and it would seem that the Namekian was correct, their chances of survival were greater than if they were to stray off alone. Nodding and returning to his quiet nature, Thirteen followed the Sayajin and Namekian duo into the night. Their journey was to end soon, but the beginning of a new adventure was right around the corner. Soon enemies would become allies and foes would become friends. Together they would avenge their friends deaths and together they would triumph over those that stood against them.
There was a low rustled to the androids left. Expecting someone to burst free of the brush and start firing upon their defenseless position, Thirteen was relieved to watch the lavender haired man lift himself from his prone position. He took a quick moment to glance at both teammates, but then he quickly gathered up his rifle and found his way to a tree. Leaning up against the massive trunk, Trunks? stared off into the distance, Thirteen could tell that something inside of him was struggling to stay bottled up. Lifting himself from the ground and making his way over to his lavender haired ally, the droid placed a hand on his shoulder, showing Trunks compassion for the first time.
?Look, they died with honor.? Thirteen spoke in a calm and soft manner. ?If I were to fade out of this game, it?s the way I would like to go, fully powered up and fighting my hardest. Both Hellfighter and Garlic Junior died for our cause, mourn them, but don?t let it get under your skin too deeply my friend. We must remember that they gave their lives up to help us on our venture, we owe it to them to live on. When you time comes, you?ll be re-united with them, but until them, head in the game, got it??
It took Trunks a moment to take in all that the android had said, then a second moment to refrain from lashing out. He knew that they were gone and that they had given their lives for them, but it was the fact that he had given Hellfighter his word and along with it, his pride. Heaving a heavy sigh, the lavender haired man felt a small weight lift off of his chest, he knew what must be done in order for his survival and the survival of the rest of his alliance. Breaking away from the android and marching over to the super Namekian Kami, Trunks rustled the alien awake.
?Come on.? instructed Trunks as he made his way over to his bag and threw it over his shoulder. ?We have something we must do, I?ll explain on the way.?
Willing to follow these two to the grave, Thirteen obediently packed his own pack and tossed it over his back. Knowing that if they didn?t eat the dead chicken that was still in his sack soon that it would become rotten, the machine-hybrid made a mental note to cook it for breakfast in a few hours, though he was unsure if he would even wake up the next day. Too much in these games had transpired already, they alone had wiped out quite a bit of the dead themselves, hopefully it wouldn?t continue on this path. They all needed their rest, but yet, they were always on the move, clearing themselves from danger only to find themselves within moments of another brawl. Suddenly, the realization that they no longer had the G.P.S. brought a whole new feeling of anguish, not only were they tired, but they were walking around blindly.
The trio broke away from their camp and began what would be a short trip towards unfamiliar territory. Keeping his eyes glued to Trunks and Kami, Thirteen could have sworn that he could feel the emotion pouring from these two warriors. It was a strange feeling to the droid, these men were contestants in a tournament to the death, but yet they locked relationships with others that surely had to die in the end.
?Where are we going?? asked the elder Namekian, breaking the machine?s thoughts.
?We?re looking for my father.? spoke Trunks, then he snarled. ?And him.?
Thirteen rushed in front of the Sayajin and Namekian, sure he would die for them, but he wasn?t exactly looking to commit suicide. As if the halfling could read the droids mind, Trunks smiled and turned to Kami, who quickly caught on.
?Think about it this way,? started Kami and he placed a hand on the androids shoulder and continued their journey. ?We could sit out here, waiting for the next batch of contestants to jump us and because Goten is no longer with us, I suppose that he was jumped from behind, meaning that there are others coming this way. Alone we are weak and tired and very low on numbers, but if we team up with Reijin and Vegeta, we then stand a chance at survival.?
It didn?t take long for the android?s CPU to compute this calculation and it would seem that the Namekian was correct, their chances of survival were greater than if they were to stray off alone. Nodding and returning to his quiet nature, Thirteen followed the Sayajin and Namekian duo into the night. Their journey was to end soon, but the beginning of a new adventure was right around the corner. Soon enemies would become allies and foes would become friends. Together they would avenge their friends deaths and together they would triumph over those that stood against them.