Day Three: Evening

[Raditzu]

Boy things certainly were getting interesting, weren?t they? The numbers were thinning and the stakes were rising. Every time they heard the irritating squeal of Karl the danger zones closed in on them and he had news of more death. Not that Raditzu particularly cared. Oh look, someone else he would never meet just got whacked. Awesome. Unlike Bardock, he felt little remorse for the ?death? of his family members. In the end, this was a game and they couldn?t play by the rules. Simple enough concept to follow, even for someone who had devoted their life to less-than-academic pursuits.

The restlessness within the group was practically palpable. Either people were blowing gaskets like Bardock was, or they were retreating into their own little worlds of self-pity. Or whatever they wanted to call it. Rad called it boring. Not the lack of fighting, mind you, (the long-haired wonder had experienced enough fighting to keep even his pure saiyan blood satisfied for a while) but because of the lack of interaction. The random conversations he managed to strike up with Eighteen were? dangerous at best. The saiyan had become increasingly sub-par at gauging her mood and she was the friendliest one out there. Bra kindly told Raditzu where he could put his conversation and Bardock seemed to prefer a good, old fashioned, fatherly glare to any actual spoken words. Something needed to be done. And Rad decided to do it.

?Hey, guys! Get over here!!? Rad stood in the middle of their current camp and looked around to his teammates. ?Seriously! Come here!? With a violent wave, the saiya-jin made perfectly clear what he meant.

?What the hell do you want?? Bra was less than chipper.

?Ha! Funny you should ask.? Rad turned his head towards Bardock, who was the last to arrive. ?Ah. We?re all here. Good.?

?What is it?? Bardock spit. He was eager to get back to his brooding, it seemed.

?I just thought we could do something to lighten the mood.?

?Not more of your stupid volleyball game, Rad.,? 18 said as she crossed her arms.

?Heh? I think you guys will like this game a lot more.?

A devilish creeped across the saiyan?s face. His muscles tensed and his body visibly shifted. Raditzu waited just long enough for everyone to figure out what he was about to do. They all opened their mouths to say something, but they didn?t have time. Bra was the first to catch it. A powerful blow tossed her to the ground before Rad shot to 18 and threw her into his father. With all the grace that Rad had expected, Eighteen rolled off of Bardock as they hit the ground and rebounded back to her feet almost immediately. Her expression was something between a glare and a smirk. Rad was most definitely grinning.

?You could have at least given me a heads up,? 18 complained, dusting herself off.

?I?m sorry, hun.? Rad leaned back, letting a bolt of ki whiz by him. ?How can I make it up to you?? The saiyan snapped his fingers. ?I got it! I won?t make you beat the shit out of me.? His grin widened.

?Always the gentleman,? the androidess rolled her eyes.