Day Two: Evening

[Kami]

The pain in his back had subsided for the time being. It was slightly hard to believe that these two sayjins whom he had just finished fighting with were now his temporary allies. He had fought with and now against both of them before. Sometimes the memories of the past were hazy for the old Namek, but he remembered these two rather well. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that Reijin's anoying little Sabiman was going to try and stab him in the back at some point, he could even see Reijin pointing a gun in his direction as soon as they fended off whomever might be sneaking up on them.

The tension between Reijin and Trunks was an intensity that hung in the air, it was unlike almost anything he had ever sensed between two people. The Namek's sharp ears had also picked up on the less than kind words Reijin was spilling into Trunk's head, which only gave him more reason to question the longevity of the newly formed alliance.

It was, after all, a tournament, designed to crown a single victor. Alliances seemed to be a bit against the grain in a tournament such as Dante's Abyss, but were proving to be the dominat strategy.

13 was playing Kami's guitar, while Vegeta was trying to rest up some more nearby. Kami remembered the royal blooded sayjin battling with Kamiccoro Diamoun on the look out all that time ago. The old Namek could never seem to come to terms with the deception that led to his fusion with a few other crooked Namekians back in those days. He still felt like he had to make up for it but every now and then he'd remember the raw power he possesed and wondered if he would ever reach a level like that again. Maybe he already had, but the memories from that time were foggy at best and he prefered not to dwell on them.

Trunks was standing with his back to group. He was either scanning the horizon or brooding. Kami had a feeling it was the latter. The old Namekian slowly made his way up to the sayjin's side, his arms behind his sore back. "I'm getting to old for this shit."

Trunks couldn't help but smile a little bit, even if he was deep in thought and wrestling through a jumble of emotions. "That bastard Reijin really pisses me off..."

Kami looked over his shoulder, Reijin didn't seem like he was currently in any mood to chat, and while he thought they might have a little more catching up to do he figured Trunks would make for a better conversation. "He wants to win, that's all." Trunks gave Kami a funny look, "I heard what he said to you." He gave his ear a now almost trademarked flick for "I heard that!"

Trunks let out a deep breath, "I keep forgetting about you Nameks and your damn hearing." This time it was Kami who let out a little smile.

"Reijin...is a typical sayjin. You know it, I know it, and Vegeta knows it. He wants power, he wants to win he wants to be so victorious it hurts. You young people and your tempers...life's too short to spend all your time pissed off at someone. Assuming you don't need to go Super Sayjin all the time."

Trunks almost didn't catch the joke at the end of Kami's little lecture. He laughed and gave the old Namek a slap on the back. Kami's eye's bulged out and sweat formed on his brow. "Ouch." He said. Trunks had slapped him on a still healing bullet wound.

Kami though about returning the favor be decided it would be best to refrain from the action. "I'll get you for that." he wagged a finger at Trunks in a mocking manner.

"Yeah, well you'll have to wait till we're the final two for that old timer." Trunks smiled. He'd be damned if Kami didn't know how to cheer a guy up, no matter what the circumstances.

OOC: Reijin and Veggie - hit me up on AIM later or PM me, I need a refresher about the stuff we've all been involved in together in the past. kthnxbai