06-03-2006, 10:19 PM
The only action Vegeta has seen since the day before was in his mind. He had to keep himself occupied if he wanted to sustain his sanity. His health was back to normal now; not realizing just how exhausting transforming into a Super Saiya-jin really made him. It?s been so long since he felt that tired, perhaps since the very first time he transformed in the first Dante?s Abyss tournament. Trunks was feeling better as well, however he could tell a few others were still attempting to recover. Their pace was slow, in order to keep the group together, and not lose anyone during the trek.
?Damn?? His stomach was growling again, and to the beat of the moving sun. It was becoming day, and he knew it was now the third day. It seems like forever and a moment when there?s nothing going on. So hard to focus, so hard to breath even for the Saiya-jin king. He needed to stay active, or he felt useless. The host?s stomach however felt an awry sensation throughout the current course. He needed food, and being fulfilled would be more than gratifying. He paused as he saw Reijin come up with the same idea. He dropped his bag and began to grope the insides for the softened bread. He knew he had to eat it before it went bad; for there was no such thing as refrigerators on Dante?s Island.
The android had a look of frustration on his face, but Vegeta quickly passed it by. His hands grabbed a hold of the plump loaf and brought it up to his mouth. It wasn?t what he would call a full course meal, but it would have to do for the time being. With the very first bite he could feel the pain streak through his cheeks. They haven?t been doing much chewing as of late, so this was a new feat to take down for his bones. Talking wasn?t common throughout the group, although a few words would be distributed between a few. Perhaps the uneasy sense of rivalry was still lingering around. He had hoped that his son and Reijin would somehow come to a civilized agreement after this Tournament. Death for either of them was not what he aimed for.
?Bah?? He swallowed the broken up pieces of bread, noticing how it got stuck behind some of his teeth upon action. Boy what he would do for a cooked up boar right about now. The meat began to cause great salivation within his oral side, and he knew he had to have more. Gazing around the area brought him into a more depressed state however, for they were surrounded by large plains of grass and fields. What kind of juicy tenderized animals would spend their time habituating this worthless dump? His only hope was that in their next encounter, he would be able to kill someone, and possibly eat whatever?s left of their body. Sure it was inhumane, but Vegeta wasn?t exactly a human.
The announcement from Karl Jak came on schedule. Only one had fallen during the past 6 hours of this adolescent?s game, and it wasn?t Vegeta. He knew as the numbers fell, the closer he got to become the champion of this tournament. Winning was his only option, should he fail?well, he wouldn?t fail. He pushed those type of thoughts quickly out of his right ear, and allowed more of the optimistic style images float right on in. His power would increase, whether it was now, or later, he knew training was in order. He wouldn?t allow himself to be overtaken by lesser humans, or low class Saiya-jins. Vegeta never really took the time to think about it, but the long haired beast was always in his cross hairs.
Reijin had given him the rapid fire ki gun, no doubt it would definitely come in handy when used along with the reaper?s weapon. His scythe gave him the appearance of the death, and he loved it. The taker of life, how much better could you describe the king of Saiya-jins. After his father had stepped down from the throne, Vegeta knew he had to step up to the plate and really hand out the punishment. The ki gun seemed to glow in his hand, and he could almost feel the power held inside. He brought the sights up to his right eye and aimed it towards a tree trunk nearby. The alignment of the rear sight aperture was clearly fixated upon the tip of the front sight post. There was no way he could miss his target. Just then a small animal began to crawl down the tree, giving itself the opportunity to be Vegeta?s target practice.
He aimed a bit forward, allowing for time and movement to calculate itself into the equation, making for a perfect kill. Slowly pulling back with his index finger on the trigger, he made sure he kept straight with his eyes. With another slight tug, the ki rifle exploded into a few jolts of fire, and quickly incinerated the tiny beast as well as a few large chunks of bark. His follow through was consistent as he held the trigger back until feeling satisfied, then releasing it calmly for another aim through his sights. More than likely he had gathered the attention of his traveling group, but he didn?t pay it any mind. Vegeta was a perfect aim, and he knew he deserved the title of ?Expert?.
?Damn?? His stomach was growling again, and to the beat of the moving sun. It was becoming day, and he knew it was now the third day. It seems like forever and a moment when there?s nothing going on. So hard to focus, so hard to breath even for the Saiya-jin king. He needed to stay active, or he felt useless. The host?s stomach however felt an awry sensation throughout the current course. He needed food, and being fulfilled would be more than gratifying. He paused as he saw Reijin come up with the same idea. He dropped his bag and began to grope the insides for the softened bread. He knew he had to eat it before it went bad; for there was no such thing as refrigerators on Dante?s Island.
The android had a look of frustration on his face, but Vegeta quickly passed it by. His hands grabbed a hold of the plump loaf and brought it up to his mouth. It wasn?t what he would call a full course meal, but it would have to do for the time being. With the very first bite he could feel the pain streak through his cheeks. They haven?t been doing much chewing as of late, so this was a new feat to take down for his bones. Talking wasn?t common throughout the group, although a few words would be distributed between a few. Perhaps the uneasy sense of rivalry was still lingering around. He had hoped that his son and Reijin would somehow come to a civilized agreement after this Tournament. Death for either of them was not what he aimed for.
?Bah?? He swallowed the broken up pieces of bread, noticing how it got stuck behind some of his teeth upon action. Boy what he would do for a cooked up boar right about now. The meat began to cause great salivation within his oral side, and he knew he had to have more. Gazing around the area brought him into a more depressed state however, for they were surrounded by large plains of grass and fields. What kind of juicy tenderized animals would spend their time habituating this worthless dump? His only hope was that in their next encounter, he would be able to kill someone, and possibly eat whatever?s left of their body. Sure it was inhumane, but Vegeta wasn?t exactly a human.
The announcement from Karl Jak came on schedule. Only one had fallen during the past 6 hours of this adolescent?s game, and it wasn?t Vegeta. He knew as the numbers fell, the closer he got to become the champion of this tournament. Winning was his only option, should he fail?well, he wouldn?t fail. He pushed those type of thoughts quickly out of his right ear, and allowed more of the optimistic style images float right on in. His power would increase, whether it was now, or later, he knew training was in order. He wouldn?t allow himself to be overtaken by lesser humans, or low class Saiya-jins. Vegeta never really took the time to think about it, but the long haired beast was always in his cross hairs.
Reijin had given him the rapid fire ki gun, no doubt it would definitely come in handy when used along with the reaper?s weapon. His scythe gave him the appearance of the death, and he loved it. The taker of life, how much better could you describe the king of Saiya-jins. After his father had stepped down from the throne, Vegeta knew he had to step up to the plate and really hand out the punishment. The ki gun seemed to glow in his hand, and he could almost feel the power held inside. He brought the sights up to his right eye and aimed it towards a tree trunk nearby. The alignment of the rear sight aperture was clearly fixated upon the tip of the front sight post. There was no way he could miss his target. Just then a small animal began to crawl down the tree, giving itself the opportunity to be Vegeta?s target practice.
He aimed a bit forward, allowing for time and movement to calculate itself into the equation, making for a perfect kill. Slowly pulling back with his index finger on the trigger, he made sure he kept straight with his eyes. With another slight tug, the ki rifle exploded into a few jolts of fire, and quickly incinerated the tiny beast as well as a few large chunks of bark. His follow through was consistent as he held the trigger back until feeling satisfied, then releasing it calmly for another aim through his sights. More than likely he had gathered the attention of his traveling group, but he didn?t pay it any mind. Vegeta was a perfect aim, and he knew he deserved the title of ?Expert?.
~Semper Fidelis~