Day Three: Afternoon

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Bardock and Selipa

Bardock causually walked through a field, taking a refreshing hike away from his group. He was hoping to find someone, anyone, to let out all that agression that had been building up. But, as usual, things were looking boring.

The saiyan was hungry, tired, and bored. Oh...and grumpy.

Dante's Abyss had really shown out his true colors. While Bardock didn't nessecarily see himself as a bad guy, he wasn't going to pussyfoot around his own morals. The strong survive, the weak die. There was no way around it. That's the way life worked and it was an honorable motto to live by.

"I told you I'd find you, old man." Bardock whirled around, shotgun in hand. He held it out with one hand, a serious look sketched on his face.

The girl who had claimed to be a saiyan stood right in front of him, only about five feet between them. Filling up the space were two guns, her outstretched pistol and his shotgun. The two barrells were touching each other.

Selipa had a fire in her eyes that made Bardock's twitch. "Good to see you show at least a little bit of saiyan attitude," the man spat, "You had me worried."

"Don't stop worrying yet," Selipa kept a good grip on the handle. "Just because I'm not a hateful bastard like you doesn't make me any less saiyan." She cocked the gun with one hand, keeping it up. "This is for Yamu and Hasky."

The pose kept up. One of them was going to have make the first move.

Selipa kicked the shotgun to the side, out of Bar's hands. The male saiyan spun around, using his elbow to knock the pistol from her grip, sending it next to the shotgun. The slender woman jabbed her wrist into Bardock's face, crushing his nose, and then chopped him on the neck.

When Bardock hit the ground, he rolled right back to his feet. Sel tried to charge, but his elbow collided with her tight belly, and then his fist shot upwards to catch her in the nose. Using his head, he knocked her backwards, onto her ass.

"Get a clue," Bar growled, "You're a disgrace to your race."

Selipa stumbled up. When she looked up, she revealed blood pouring from her face just like Bardock's. She appeared to be having trouble seeing after being punched in the eye. "You have no idea," she clenched her fists, eyes burning with rage. "the things I have done for the saiyan race!"

"Wha--?" Was all Bardock could manage.

His worst nightmare was coming true. Gold was surrounding Selipa's body. Her hair was starting to brighten and float, while her eyes froze into an icy tone. He could handle it when his sons surpassed him, and even his grandchildren. But to watch this woman, blinded by her own emotions, turning into what was supposed to be a sacred saiyan transformation...well, he lost it.

"NO!" Bardock lept forward. He scooped up the pistol she had dropped and ran, full speed at her. "Not you! Anyone but you!"

It was too late. Selipa was breathing deeper as her true form showed itself. She was a Super Saiyan, proving once and for all she was worthy of bearing that blood with pride.

"HA!" Bardock's fist shot at her, but she easily turned her head to dodge it.

She raised a knee, catapulting it right above Bardock's crotch area. "Never let it be said, ever again," she whispered as her lips her so close to his ear. "That I don't love the saiyan race."

It was a strange feeling. Bardock flew backwards, the shots he was firing on the pistol missing completely. For a moment, even if he absolutely hated the way Selipa handled herself, he had to respect her. Not as a person, but as a saiyan.

You see, Bardock was a lot of things, but he wasn't a liar. He didn't fool himself into thinking he was better then someone, or that someone else was a pushover. He saw it first hand. He saw Selipa's rage. The saiyan rage that he had personally unleashed.

With that in mind, it clicked. His heard beat faster. His eyes narrow.

"I was wrong about you, Selipa," he spoke. But Sel was focused on his body, like the way his hair began to float. "You are saiyan, without a doubt. It's in your blood. You crave this fight just like I do. But regardless, Selipa...you are still, to me, just another girl who's in over her head. Just...like...Hasky."

It was the first time he had actually spoken the human girl's name. Selipa crouched, realizing what was happening.

Super Saiyan Selipa lept forward.

Super Saiyan Bardock fired the pistol.

Even with the ki shot blasting into one of her breasts, peircing her heart, she kept going as long as it struggled to pump blood. Bardock's golden aura meshed with her's. The two fists clashed angrily in the sunlight. This man killed her friends, and he didn't even care. How could he...?

Her mid-fight thoughts were interupted by a blast of the pistol hitting the side of her head. The left side was a clean wound, but when the shot left her right side, the head blasted open and blood flew everywhere. She fell to the side with a loud grunt.

Somehow, someway, she was still breathing. She rolled onto her back, getting one last look at him.

Bardock had the pistol pointed at her. She couldn't help but laugh. His golden hair was floating as if in a breeze that didn't exist. His teal eyes peirced her.

She wasn't looking as smooth. One of her eyes were dangling from her once-pretty face. She had a huge gaping hole in the side of her head where peices of her skull were shattered. Her brain appeared to be losing small little traces of grey liquid as it strugged to function.

"Tell me, Bardock..." her lips moved on their own. A whisper. "How can you care so much...but trust so little?"

The newly formed super saiyan didn't even have to fire again. Selipa died, right there.

His body betrayed him. He didn't want it to happen, but it did. Looking at the beautiful woman who died fighting for what she believed in. Dying for it. A true saiyan. Someone he was proud to call a fellow warrior.

Bardock shed a single tear for another saiyan dead.

#28 Selipa DEAD

15 Fighters Remaining

The medical kit and the ki pistol are there for Bardock to take.

Bardock has a broken nose.

Bardock has earned Super Saiyan, and will be tired for 24 OOC hours