06-05-2006, 04:08 AM
The sun was beginning to set in the distance, a bright red ball swimming in a crimson lake. Stars had already begun to spring through the light film of clouds, beaming brightly. Creatures of the night began to wail their evening song in the wilderness air.
Her chilled skin shivered, but it wasn?t from the cold; it was something far from just a simple wind. She?d never seen her two companions so solemn (nor as irritated) as they were now. Its like someone kicked their ?Dickhead? complex from big to super dick, and it was beginning to scare her.
?You know,? the majin continued, ?I never joined this competition to play babysitter for anyone else. I?m only doing this because I know there are stronger fighters out there, undoubtedly banding together for protection.? He hissed. ?So I?m forced into this scenario. Just know that, as soon as I can, I will get out of it.? His head shot up to the bright, blue sky, seeing something that no one else could.
?Soon, you will all know my wrath.?
She wouldn?t tell them anyways that she feared them. Nope, not in a million years; neither would the Buus admit their own apprehensiveness. She noticed everything; a fool did not walk in these boots.
The taller majin?s sack shifted on his back, the smaller, Kid, sat inside, grumbling something to himself. A shuffling of papers could be heard right under his voice, and a gasp.
?What the hell are you doing back there?? Supes griped, turning his head slightly to see.
Another gasp, and a pair of red circles peeked up over the hem of the bag, wide and glossy. A hand quickly followed, magazine in tow, and shoved it in the bigger?s face. Supes took it, eyes quickly scanning over the page, and clicked his tongue.
?Why are you looking at this nonsense?? he stammered, and began rolling the mag up. Kibbs retook it and sunk back into the bag. Violet gave no more than a confused shrug and they resumed their walk.
It only took a few minutes before low chuckles could be heard from within the canvas sack, an obscene ?wooo? punctuating between giggles as they continued across the grassy field.
Finally, Vi had enough. ?Kibbs! Are you looking at that fucking magazine?!?
More chuckles.
?You know, a few minutes of you two shutting the fuck up would be nice.? Super growled at them.
?Excuse the hell out of me.? Violet snorted back defiantly. He was their babysitter, as he so caustically called it; he didn?t need their squabbling.
Fine. He don?t want me around, I guess I should oblige him. She?d just scout ahead and keep watch, cause Kami knows, she didn?t want another fucking ambush.
Her boots shuffled quicker, soon overtaking the majin, and then bounded into a full out run. He didn?t question her, all he did was watch.
?Humans.? He grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.
Her chilled skin shivered, but it wasn?t from the cold; it was something far from just a simple wind. She?d never seen her two companions so solemn (nor as irritated) as they were now. Its like someone kicked their ?Dickhead? complex from big to super dick, and it was beginning to scare her.
?You know,? the majin continued, ?I never joined this competition to play babysitter for anyone else. I?m only doing this because I know there are stronger fighters out there, undoubtedly banding together for protection.? He hissed. ?So I?m forced into this scenario. Just know that, as soon as I can, I will get out of it.? His head shot up to the bright, blue sky, seeing something that no one else could.
?Soon, you will all know my wrath.?
She wouldn?t tell them anyways that she feared them. Nope, not in a million years; neither would the Buus admit their own apprehensiveness. She noticed everything; a fool did not walk in these boots.
The taller majin?s sack shifted on his back, the smaller, Kid, sat inside, grumbling something to himself. A shuffling of papers could be heard right under his voice, and a gasp.
?What the hell are you doing back there?? Supes griped, turning his head slightly to see.
Another gasp, and a pair of red circles peeked up over the hem of the bag, wide and glossy. A hand quickly followed, magazine in tow, and shoved it in the bigger?s face. Supes took it, eyes quickly scanning over the page, and clicked his tongue.
?Why are you looking at this nonsense?? he stammered, and began rolling the mag up. Kibbs retook it and sunk back into the bag. Violet gave no more than a confused shrug and they resumed their walk.
It only took a few minutes before low chuckles could be heard from within the canvas sack, an obscene ?wooo? punctuating between giggles as they continued across the grassy field.
Finally, Vi had enough. ?Kibbs! Are you looking at that fucking magazine?!?
More chuckles.
?You know, a few minutes of you two shutting the fuck up would be nice.? Super growled at them.
?Excuse the hell out of me.? Violet snorted back defiantly. He was their babysitter, as he so caustically called it; he didn?t need their squabbling.
Fine. He don?t want me around, I guess I should oblige him. She?d just scout ahead and keep watch, cause Kami knows, she didn?t want another fucking ambush.
Her boots shuffled quicker, soon overtaking the majin, and then bounded into a full out run. He didn?t question her, all he did was watch.
?Humans.? He grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.
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