06-01-2006, 10:28 PM
As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the android was left behind, with Kid Buu, by the rest of his group. Apparently they had picked up traces of other competitors being in the nearby regions and decided to follow the lead. For about an hour, the machine-hybrid and pint-sized Majin sat around the fire. Despite both of their bodies being in the same place, their minds were some place entirely. Silence dominated the scene of the dwindling fire, as the two allies sat and pondered the next course of action. When the last vestiges of sunlight faded to a deep, purple and red hue of dusk, the duo decided that it was time to go locate their comrades. Collecting up his rocket launcher, the cybernetic warrior?the majority of the pain numbed away, turned and noticed that the bubblegum-colored monster was struggling to get mobile.
Without words, the cyborg hobbled over to the tiny beast and aided him to his remaining foot. Although he was equally as wounded, Seventeen wasn?t the kind of person to sit back and watch one of his allies struggle. His moral values?although dampened slightly by the seriousness and strain of this contest?were far too strong to allow him to betray his stance as a leader. Their journey was slow and tedious, but the pair of wounded warriors eventually managed to traverse the pathway that separated them from their allies. When they first penetrated the thin layer of foliage and stepped onto the short grass of the apparent campsite, Seventeen?s eyes fell upon the corpse. The youth was laying, face up, a large arrow driven through the back of his neck had been the death of him. His black, spiked hair was stained with his own blood, which had already pooled en masse beneath his neck and head. His view of the man?s face was obstructed, but whoever he had been, his death must have had a large impact on Super Buu. The elastic warrior was perched over the corpse, his expression devoid of anything but a mixture of rage and regret.
?Thank you,? Kid Buu said, releasing his light grip on the android?s elbow and following something he had seen in the foliage outside the perimeter of the campsite. The cyborg parted his lips to respond to the kind words of the smaller golem, but then he finally remembered the warrior?s identity with disheartening results.
?Goten?? Seventeen murmured, taking a few steps toward the fallen saiya-jin hybrid. The utterance of the slain warrior?s named piqued the interest of the grieving Buu.
?How do you know who he is?? Super Buu muttered, his breath laced with a multitude of emotions that not even the android?s highly advanced CPU could distinguish.
?I never truly knew him, per se,? the ebony-haired man responded dejectedly, ?but I did battle him many months ago following the end of my hibernation. He was a valiant warrior, it is a genuine shame that it had to come to this?? Seventeen let his voice trail off. There wasn?t a real need for some time of sappy, reminiscent eulogy. The boy was dead, just like Sixteen, Puar, and Jackie. He was just another victim of the horrors of Dante?s Abyss.
That didn?t make the sight of his mangled, bloodied form any less devastating to either the android or his magically synthesized comrade.
Without words, the cyborg hobbled over to the tiny beast and aided him to his remaining foot. Although he was equally as wounded, Seventeen wasn?t the kind of person to sit back and watch one of his allies struggle. His moral values?although dampened slightly by the seriousness and strain of this contest?were far too strong to allow him to betray his stance as a leader. Their journey was slow and tedious, but the pair of wounded warriors eventually managed to traverse the pathway that separated them from their allies. When they first penetrated the thin layer of foliage and stepped onto the short grass of the apparent campsite, Seventeen?s eyes fell upon the corpse. The youth was laying, face up, a large arrow driven through the back of his neck had been the death of him. His black, spiked hair was stained with his own blood, which had already pooled en masse beneath his neck and head. His view of the man?s face was obstructed, but whoever he had been, his death must have had a large impact on Super Buu. The elastic warrior was perched over the corpse, his expression devoid of anything but a mixture of rage and regret.
?Thank you,? Kid Buu said, releasing his light grip on the android?s elbow and following something he had seen in the foliage outside the perimeter of the campsite. The cyborg parted his lips to respond to the kind words of the smaller golem, but then he finally remembered the warrior?s identity with disheartening results.
?Goten?? Seventeen murmured, taking a few steps toward the fallen saiya-jin hybrid. The utterance of the slain warrior?s named piqued the interest of the grieving Buu.
?How do you know who he is?? Super Buu muttered, his breath laced with a multitude of emotions that not even the android?s highly advanced CPU could distinguish.
?I never truly knew him, per se,? the ebony-haired man responded dejectedly, ?but I did battle him many months ago following the end of my hibernation. He was a valiant warrior, it is a genuine shame that it had to come to this?? Seventeen let his voice trail off. There wasn?t a real need for some time of sappy, reminiscent eulogy. The boy was dead, just like Sixteen, Puar, and Jackie. He was just another victim of the horrors of Dante?s Abyss.
That didn?t make the sight of his mangled, bloodied form any less devastating to either the android or his magically synthesized comrade.
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