DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information

[Bujin]

Why am I here?

Bujin?s thoughts were scattered as he inched his way towards the sign-up desk. His somewhat random Saiyan friend had already joined up with an impressive display of awesomeness, and because he had so speedily slammed his way through the crowds of prima donnas and wannabe stars, his turn had come up. For what, he didn?t know. Celipa had kind of tugged on his sleeve and led him to the booth, leaving him clueless.

I still don?t know why I?m here.

Bujin was again snapped out of his dubious thinking by the irritated and impatient coughs of the people behind him. He was definitely next, so he took another step towards the sign-up lady. The woman at the desk, for lack of a better phrase, looked as though she had a stick up her ass. Everything about her reminded him of the crabby clerks in the stores back home. The hair bun, the glasses, even her facial expression were similar to the witches on Vegeta. Noticing the psychic for the first time, she looked up and stared at him blankly.

?Can I help you?? she asked, her voice monotonous and bland. Bujin shifted his eyes, and spoke up.

?I don?t know why I?m here!? he said, almost at a shout. Normally, all activity would have halted at such a random outburst. However, life in the area resumed as it normally would have. The only thing that changed was the blush on Bujin?s face. The woman clerk remained expressionless.

??I?m sorry?? she asked finally, hoping to make sure that she heard him correctly. Bujin shook his head, grinning like an idiot on crack.

?I mean?uhh?lemme sign up.? He corrected himself. The woman, her face now showing the slightest hint of irritation, slid a pad of paper over to Bujin, along with a writing utensil.

?Name.? she stated simply as the paper pad reached its destination. Bujin complied, scribbling his name in exquisite fashion, making sure to make the ?J? as big as possible. Putting the slip into the designated box, he shifted his eyes again as he awaited the next step.

?Alright, show me a move. Any move.? She commanded the small man, folding her hands on the desk and staring at him with the same sense of emptiness. Bujin chuckled nervously and raised his hand so that it dropped slightly below his eyes. His hand glowed dimly, and suddenly burst into a large sword of energy. The ki was formed so that it blocked his view of her head, making it seem that she was decapitated. Bujin cackled childishly as he withdrew his sword.

?I call that?n a ki sword,? he informed her, ?Not very original, I know.?

Going on to show her a second attack, he raised his head and looked toward the sky. A large lump was visible in his throat, and it was moving upward. Suddenly he opened his mouth wide and let out a shining beam. The blast soared into the sky and exploded, making the area slightly brighter momentarily. Bujin looked down with a grin, but was almost surprised to see the woman searching around her desk for something. Finally, she pulled out what looked like a packet, and handed it to him.

?Everything you?ll need to know is in there. Now leave.? She told him unpleasantly.

?Gladly,? he said, acting like he was detested. Bujin stepped past the cranky woman and into the teletube, sighing in subtle relief.