06-01-2006, 08:44 PM
The battle had definitely left the Saiya-jin king worn out. His wrist was broken from the heat of combat, a suitable wound for a fighter of his caliber. ?At least I?m not dead.? He told himself over and over again. That?s right, he was still in this tournament, he was still breathing, his lungs would inflate with the oxygen of Dante?s Abyss with every moment of life. The medical kit Reijin used on him appeared to be working. To use it on such a wound though seemed almost like a waste, but he understood where his Saiya-jin counter part was coming from. He?d rather have them both at full capacity in order to stay in alive against the other groups out there.
The battle they fought was a close one, many had fallen, and Vegeta feared that he would be the cause of Reijin?s death had Bujin not interfered. He was unsure if he?d be able to handle the pressure of being the cause of an ally once again. Reijin was no less than family to the king, and he would treat him in the same fashion as Trunks. However, Reijin and Trunks were at a disagreement with each other. Sibling rivalry it appeared to be, and Vegeta couldn?t do anything about it.
What was Trunks?s thoughts on this though, why did he hate Reijin so much. More than likely they had their own squalls in the past in order to bring this up. The medical kit was taking more of an effect now. Vegeta could feel the pain subside and he was able to deal with the condition on his wrist. Fighting was what he was all about, and even without the use of his ligament, he wouldn?t give up, die fighting if need be.
Vejita turned back to his son. "I'll agree to the terms," he spoke slowly. "You are right. We both sustained heavy losses. Any treachery will result in blood, understand?" His agreement to the alliance was very thought through. He?d rather be fighting with Reijin and Trunks on the same side, rather then be on the other end and have to choose between his two ?children?. Should fate take it?s toll and it turned out that the final battle would be between he and his son, there would be no holding back. Vegeta was in this to win, whether he had to fight Trunks or not.
Trunks nodded at his father and 13 blinked apathetically. "Agreed." The thought of a truce wasn?t their first option, however it was the best. Many groups populated Dante?s Abyss, and even though Vegeta hasn?t crossed paths with the beast, he knew Raditzu was out there, waiting for the time that they could come eye to eye once more. No doubt he was in a group with other great fighters, such as that android woman he?s come to hate.
There was still tension in the area between the newly formed group, however the elder Namek broke the tension quickly. He walked up and placed his arms around both the Saiya-jin king and prince, guiding them away from the others and talking in a low tone for their ears to listen. ?Hey, now that we are all friends, I?m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. We cleared up most of this before the tournament, so I?m sure there are no hard feelings, right? I mean, remember the campfires XT used to have when I was there?? His smile was kind of refreshing for the king to see. He hadn?t seen happiness since he saw Reijin?s Saibaman chasing after a small butterfly. Children are so easily amused.
Vegeta knew Kami from long ago, and this Namek wasn?t one to mess around with. Sure he looked old, but damn his wrinkles could definitely pack a punch. The memories of even longer ago began to take form. Majin Vejita?needless to say that power was welcome back any day. For some time he felt as if he would loose control to the Majin power, however it granted him something of greater value then life. Friends and foes were made that day up on the look out, relations that would stick for a lifetime.
Android 13 was resting under a tree with a guitar in front of his healing wound. The injury he received from the previous battle was large, however the medical kit was used on him as well and he would seem to be recovering. Vegeta was glad that he wasn?t the one shot in the stomach, for his insides were made of blood and tissue, not metal and fragments. His eyes turned over finally to his son. ?You?ve grown.?
?Hm?? Trunks grunted to his elder, ?time passes father.?
The battle they fought was a close one, many had fallen, and Vegeta feared that he would be the cause of Reijin?s death had Bujin not interfered. He was unsure if he?d be able to handle the pressure of being the cause of an ally once again. Reijin was no less than family to the king, and he would treat him in the same fashion as Trunks. However, Reijin and Trunks were at a disagreement with each other. Sibling rivalry it appeared to be, and Vegeta couldn?t do anything about it.
What was Trunks?s thoughts on this though, why did he hate Reijin so much. More than likely they had their own squalls in the past in order to bring this up. The medical kit was taking more of an effect now. Vegeta could feel the pain subside and he was able to deal with the condition on his wrist. Fighting was what he was all about, and even without the use of his ligament, he wouldn?t give up, die fighting if need be.
Vejita turned back to his son. "I'll agree to the terms," he spoke slowly. "You are right. We both sustained heavy losses. Any treachery will result in blood, understand?" His agreement to the alliance was very thought through. He?d rather be fighting with Reijin and Trunks on the same side, rather then be on the other end and have to choose between his two ?children?. Should fate take it?s toll and it turned out that the final battle would be between he and his son, there would be no holding back. Vegeta was in this to win, whether he had to fight Trunks or not.
Trunks nodded at his father and 13 blinked apathetically. "Agreed." The thought of a truce wasn?t their first option, however it was the best. Many groups populated Dante?s Abyss, and even though Vegeta hasn?t crossed paths with the beast, he knew Raditzu was out there, waiting for the time that they could come eye to eye once more. No doubt he was in a group with other great fighters, such as that android woman he?s come to hate.
There was still tension in the area between the newly formed group, however the elder Namek broke the tension quickly. He walked up and placed his arms around both the Saiya-jin king and prince, guiding them away from the others and talking in a low tone for their ears to listen. ?Hey, now that we are all friends, I?m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. We cleared up most of this before the tournament, so I?m sure there are no hard feelings, right? I mean, remember the campfires XT used to have when I was there?? His smile was kind of refreshing for the king to see. He hadn?t seen happiness since he saw Reijin?s Saibaman chasing after a small butterfly. Children are so easily amused.
Vegeta knew Kami from long ago, and this Namek wasn?t one to mess around with. Sure he looked old, but damn his wrinkles could definitely pack a punch. The memories of even longer ago began to take form. Majin Vejita?needless to say that power was welcome back any day. For some time he felt as if he would loose control to the Majin power, however it granted him something of greater value then life. Friends and foes were made that day up on the look out, relations that would stick for a lifetime.
Android 13 was resting under a tree with a guitar in front of his healing wound. The injury he received from the previous battle was large, however the medical kit was used on him as well and he would seem to be recovering. Vegeta was glad that he wasn?t the one shot in the stomach, for his insides were made of blood and tissue, not metal and fragments. His eyes turned over finally to his son. ?You?ve grown.?
?Hm?? Trunks grunted to his elder, ?time passes father.?
~Semper Fidelis~