06-05-2006, 06:48 PM
Reijin had broke it down for Trunks. He had no choice, this game was all about the ?kill or be killed? and it would seem that the Sayajin Prince wasn?t completely on the bandwagon, or at least that?s how it came off. Thirteen was no master of psychology, so he could be wrong, and something inside of him was telling that Trunks, if given the opportunity, would kill even his own siblings to survive, not a completely heartless deal, after all, this was only a game.
Suddenly, the boy began to glow bright yellow, something was happening to him. Keeping his eyes firmly glued on the screaming Sayajin, Thirteen wondered what kind of event this was. He had never before witness anything that looked so painful in his life, or at least he couldn?t remember any at this point in time. Shouting and screaming about, the glowing faded and the Prince returned to normal, everyone seemed confused and worried about him, everyone except for Reijin, who seemed to think it was something natural.
?Perhaps we should stop for a moment and rest.? suggested the android, noting how winded Trunks was.
?No.? Reijin objected. ?We need no more rest, we are all fully rested and ready to go. We move, now.?
Thirteen made to argue his point, but Trunks held his hand up, stopping the droid before he could mutter a single word.
?He?s right, we must keep moving.? Trunks then smiled. ?Thanks though.?
He had obviously known why the machine-hybrid had wanted to rest, but Trunks felt good enough to walk. The pain had subsided substantially and breathing was no longer chore. Re-gathering all of his weaponry, the lavender hair Sayajin began his march after Reijin, but Android Thirteen took a moment to stay back, he had a lot on his mind.
What had happened to Trunks? Where these weapons sorted out fairly, or to give an advantage to one person? Why were they all working so nicely together when they barely knew each other? Fifteen people left, who?s going to turn on the group, it has to happen sometime, but when? Could he fend off these four by himself if they deem him to be useless?
?Son of a bitch.? muttered Thirteen making hast after the group. ?This game is going to become interesting very soon.?
Thirteen heard something in the distance, it was like an echo of sorts, but it was just dull enough that he couldn?t decipher what had caused it. Perhaps it were a weapon, if that was so, then someone very unlucky was on the opposing side of that noise. Suddenly wondering if they were heading into the direction of the noise, the droid couldn?t help but worry for the safety and sanity of the group. There wasn?t much more he could do, other than sit there and watch their backs. He would prove his worth once again if needed, but with only Fifteen people left, would it be as easy as he was thinking? Thirteen could only hope that he was right.
Suddenly, the boy began to glow bright yellow, something was happening to him. Keeping his eyes firmly glued on the screaming Sayajin, Thirteen wondered what kind of event this was. He had never before witness anything that looked so painful in his life, or at least he couldn?t remember any at this point in time. Shouting and screaming about, the glowing faded and the Prince returned to normal, everyone seemed confused and worried about him, everyone except for Reijin, who seemed to think it was something natural.
?Perhaps we should stop for a moment and rest.? suggested the android, noting how winded Trunks was.
?No.? Reijin objected. ?We need no more rest, we are all fully rested and ready to go. We move, now.?
Thirteen made to argue his point, but Trunks held his hand up, stopping the droid before he could mutter a single word.
?He?s right, we must keep moving.? Trunks then smiled. ?Thanks though.?
He had obviously known why the machine-hybrid had wanted to rest, but Trunks felt good enough to walk. The pain had subsided substantially and breathing was no longer chore. Re-gathering all of his weaponry, the lavender hair Sayajin began his march after Reijin, but Android Thirteen took a moment to stay back, he had a lot on his mind.
What had happened to Trunks? Where these weapons sorted out fairly, or to give an advantage to one person? Why were they all working so nicely together when they barely knew each other? Fifteen people left, who?s going to turn on the group, it has to happen sometime, but when? Could he fend off these four by himself if they deem him to be useless?
?Son of a bitch.? muttered Thirteen making hast after the group. ?This game is going to become interesting very soon.?
Thirteen heard something in the distance, it was like an echo of sorts, but it was just dull enough that he couldn?t decipher what had caused it. Perhaps it were a weapon, if that was so, then someone very unlucky was on the opposing side of that noise. Suddenly wondering if they were heading into the direction of the noise, the droid couldn?t help but worry for the safety and sanity of the group. There wasn?t much more he could do, other than sit there and watch their backs. He would prove his worth once again if needed, but with only Fifteen people left, would it be as easy as he was thinking? Thirteen could only hope that he was right.