06-03-2006, 07:18 AM
The explosion that ripped across the island was what hit the switch. It sent shockwaves all across the island. Someone had died, possibly more than one, and painfully at that.
Bardock had given up the position of sentry without a fight to Raditzu. He needed sleep, and he didn?t want to squabble. But he was awake now.
Hasky was the only one to get up and inspect the blast from their position. Without thinking, on sheer instinct alone, he got up and followed, shotgun in hand. His eyes were merciless, his face malignant.
She faced him without care, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bardock bled saiyan blood. The warrior held no remorse. Gohan would be furious with him when he learned of what happened?furious enough to kill. In the end, his sacrifice had meant nothing, as did Yamu?s, the foolish human. But it didn?t matter. The survivors conducted themselves how they saw fit, and Bar did as such. Everyone else was capable of pulling his or her weight. She was not.
He didn?t care what everyone else thought?not anymore. His picture had already been painted, and nothing he could do would change that. Anyone he came into contact with was repulsed by that vision.
So be it. He would become that picture?an inhuman beast, incapable of empathy and a fool for trying. Bardock would continue to uphold his vow. They would be protected?he would fight for them. But when he could protect them no more, when there was nothing left to fight for, he would let slip the monster they truly thought him to be, and then they could revel in the self-gratifying glory of being right.
All it would take was time.
The warrior held the same expression. He sat, silent, contemplating. His finger strayed near the trigger. It would no longer be safe to let his guard down. An act like that never went unpunished, as he had learned in the past. It was only a matter of whom it would come from.
I tried?
I tried?
Bardock had given up the position of sentry without a fight to Raditzu. He needed sleep, and he didn?t want to squabble. But he was awake now.
Hasky was the only one to get up and inspect the blast from their position. Without thinking, on sheer instinct alone, he got up and followed, shotgun in hand. His eyes were merciless, his face malignant.
She faced him without care, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bardock bled saiyan blood. The warrior held no remorse. Gohan would be furious with him when he learned of what happened?furious enough to kill. In the end, his sacrifice had meant nothing, as did Yamu?s, the foolish human. But it didn?t matter. The survivors conducted themselves how they saw fit, and Bar did as such. Everyone else was capable of pulling his or her weight. She was not.
He didn?t care what everyone else thought?not anymore. His picture had already been painted, and nothing he could do would change that. Anyone he came into contact with was repulsed by that vision.
So be it. He would become that picture?an inhuman beast, incapable of empathy and a fool for trying. Bardock would continue to uphold his vow. They would be protected?he would fight for them. But when he could protect them no more, when there was nothing left to fight for, he would let slip the monster they truly thought him to be, and then they could revel in the self-gratifying glory of being right.
All it would take was time.
The warrior held the same expression. He sat, silent, contemplating. His finger strayed near the trigger. It would no longer be safe to let his guard down. An act like that never went unpunished, as he had learned in the past. It was only a matter of whom it would come from.
I tried?
I tried?
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_