05-09-2007, 04:38 AM
?Wow? can you believe that, babe??
?I? no??
For the fourth time in the last minute, a low whistle escaped the mouth of the long-haired wonder Raditzu, as he nodded in satisfaction. To his immediate left stood Android 18, and to his right stood a gaggle of people going on about their everyday lives. Many people stopped to look at Rad and 18, and a few even pointed. For the most part, though, the hustle and bustle of Kajin Rala?s largest city went undisturbed by the two super powered warriors.
Raditzu, however, really didn?t care about anyone else at the moment. His eyes were locked firmly upon the magnificent structure before him. He had traveled across most of the galaxy to find Kajin Rala, and the reason for that was standing tall and proud before him. It was beautiful enough to make the saiyan cry? but he held back, because tears that manly can flood the streets when left unchecked. As Rad sniffed back the latest build up of ocular moisture, he looked over at 18. The android blinked several times before taking her gaze off the building in front of them. The words she spoke seemed filled with an almost genuine confusion.
?Who in their right minds would make a statue of you??
?A giant statue, thank you very much.?
To most people, the thought that the woman they loved wouldn?t be able to understand how mind-numbingly awesome they are is something that would certainly put a cramp in their style. But not to Rad. Not right now. Any and all doubts about himself had been washed away as the gloriously sculpted statue had come into view over the horizon.
?Too bad they didn?t just four statues of you. Get rid of these other guys.? 18?s teasing sarcasm fell upon deaf ears.
?That?s exactly what I was thinking!?
With a grin a mile wide, Rad wrapped an arm around 18?s shoulder and squeezed her tight. For Raditzu there was no possible way the moment could get any better. But he knew that 18 was missing out on something he had been waiting for just the right minute to express.
?I have a surprise for ya, babe.? Said the long-haired warrior as he grinned down at 18.
?Oh??
?Here. Take this.?
Raditzu extended his free hand. Within it was a carefully folded piece of paper. Efforts had obviously been taken to fold the paper into some semblance of a crane. When the android asked about it (trying hard not to laugh at the saiyan by her side) Rad simple cleared his throat and looked away.
?What is this?? the android asked as she slowly unfolded it.
?You?ll see?? a hint of excitement slithered its way into the saiyan?s voice.
As 18 unfurled the piece of paper to its original size, Rad leaned over and read it along with her. It was a poster that he had taken off of a nearby building, but that wasn?t really important: the important part was what was on the poster. Most prominently was a man named Karl Jak. Scattered across the rest of the posters were scenes of various fights, some with people that 18 and Rad recognized, but right under Karl, with a shotgun in hand, was Raditzu with a bloody grimace on his face.
?There?s going to be another Dante?s Abyss soon!? Rad practically shouted. Though the giant ?Dante?s Abyss? coming soon!? that was printed on the posted made that evident.
?That?s the surprise??
?Well? yeah! Just think of how great it will be!? Before his partner could respond, Rad turned and pointed a finger to a building about thirty feet away. ?They?re taking sign-ups right there, too. We can sign up right now.?
Rad crossed the thirty feet to the building and then the ten feet from the front door to a receptionist?s desk. With a vigorous ?ha? Rad slammed a palm on the desk and shot a world-class grin at the startled woman on the other side of the desk. The fact that 18 had entered the building and was now standing behind Rad went pretty unnoticed.
?I?m gonna sign up for Dante?s Abyss,? the saiya-jin told the receptionist.
?Well? then you?ve come to the right place.? The woman seemed to materialize a piece of paper and a pen. She was very obviously still trying to decide how big of an idiot the man standing before her was. ?I just need some information. What?s your name??
?Hahahaha? good one.? Rad made a show of laughing. ?I think you know who I am.?
A long pause.
?Seriously, sir? what?s your name??
?Wha? you?re not joking?? The woman didn?t even have to shake her head. ?Look! Right behind you!?
On the wall behind the receptionist was a copy of the exact poster Rad had shown to 18. The saiyan took a half step forward, grimaced, and positioned his hand so it looked like he was holding a shotgun. The woman only stared at him.
?That?s me! On the poster!?
?That?s the man who won the tournament last year.? The receptionist spoke slowly, the same way one would lecture an eight-year-old.
?I know! I?m that man!?
?Ok, sir. Whatever you say. Now what is your? er? that man?s name??
The receptionist was very lucky that use of power was strictly prohibited on Kajin Rala. Otherwise she would have been a small crater.
?Tch? name?s Raditzu.?
?Very good. Age??
?Uhhh?? Rad turned around and looked at 18, who he had noticed when mimicking his pose in the poster. The blonde simply shrugged her shoulders. ?How about?uh? 52.?
?Alright. Race and planet of origin??
?I?m a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta.?
?Preferred fighting style??
?Style? Iunno? I just hit people. They usually fall down.?
?I see?? the woman held her pen paused over the form for several second before just writing down ?hitting people? and handing the form to Raditzu. ?Now if you?ll just hand that form to the? large (it seemed to have just hit her that Raditzu wasn?t small himself) man through that (the woman pointed to her right) doorway you can continue with the practical portion of your application.?
?Tch? fine.?
With a swipe of his hand the long-haired warrior took the form and left behind the cheery disposition he had entered the building with. The door he pushed open was very clearly labeled ?practical applicants? and bore a small window with which an on-looker could see what looked like a small martial arts studio. The floors and one wall were covered with mats and various striking dummies and pads littered the room.
Immediately to his right as he entered, Rad was met by the ?large man? the receptionist had mentioned. The man was a couple inches taller than Raditzu, but carried significantly less mass. He wore a white training gi with a small name-tag on it that read ?Hi! My name is Gene!?
?Your application, please.? Gene took the form from Raditzu and scanned it quickly. The man seemed to a double-take at the top of the form, then looked over Raditzu several times. ?You?re the man from Dante?s Abyss last year.?
?Thank you!? Rad had to hold back from hugging Gene.
?Well, we just need you to show us a few moves so we can get some pictures and videos and stuff. You obviously are well trained in?? Gene scanned the ?fighting style? section of the application, ?uh? hitting people? but we need some shots of all the applicants. We?ve been given permission by the Kajin Rala council to allow minor shows of power, so give us something flashy.?
Until just then Raditzu hadn?t noticed the camera equipment set up in the far corner of the room. There were two men, one handling a video camera and the other taking photos. Whatever kind of equipment they were using, it looked fancy and expensive. Definitely not something to accidentally run into.
?I think I can do flashy.? The saiyan snapped his fingers.
At the waist of the long-haired wonder, a sword hilt formed, dangling from his tail of all things. Rad snatched it up and brandished it towards the cameras. The two camera looked on, not sure whether to be filming a big guy with an empty hilt; until a massive blade erupted from Rad?s Empty Maw. The single-edged blade was over a foot in width and would stand as tall as either of the two men filming, but Raditzu wielded it as though it were made of nothing more than plastic.
With an amount of grace that belied his massive frame, Rad deftly swung the sword about the room, cleaving invisible enemies into tiny pieces. With a flourish, the warrior spun towards the cameramen and extended his arm, and the blade, straight towards them. With his free hand he snapped his fingers again.
As though suddenly given a life of its own, the blade quivered and pulsated for a moment before peeling back upon itself. Metal flowed unerringly back down the length of the blade and coated the arm that held it. In a mere moment the saiyan had abandoned his Steel Fang to show off his Strong Arm.
All along the outside of Rad?s Strong Arm, small vents opened to exhaust ki and propel him across the room. His katchin fist collided with the mats along the padded wall and with a great deal of satisfaction Rad heard someone whistle at the display. Raditzu turned and cocked his fist to continue his little show when Gene waved at him.
?That?s great, Raditzu. Go through those doors and step into the tele-tube.?
With a nod, Rad peeled off his Strong Arm and proceeded towards the doors Gene had indicated. As he pulled them open, he heard Gene?s voice again.
?And good luck, man.?
OOC: Sorry about the length.
^_^;;
?I? no??
For the fourth time in the last minute, a low whistle escaped the mouth of the long-haired wonder Raditzu, as he nodded in satisfaction. To his immediate left stood Android 18, and to his right stood a gaggle of people going on about their everyday lives. Many people stopped to look at Rad and 18, and a few even pointed. For the most part, though, the hustle and bustle of Kajin Rala?s largest city went undisturbed by the two super powered warriors.
Raditzu, however, really didn?t care about anyone else at the moment. His eyes were locked firmly upon the magnificent structure before him. He had traveled across most of the galaxy to find Kajin Rala, and the reason for that was standing tall and proud before him. It was beautiful enough to make the saiyan cry? but he held back, because tears that manly can flood the streets when left unchecked. As Rad sniffed back the latest build up of ocular moisture, he looked over at 18. The android blinked several times before taking her gaze off the building in front of them. The words she spoke seemed filled with an almost genuine confusion.
?Who in their right minds would make a statue of you??
?A giant statue, thank you very much.?
To most people, the thought that the woman they loved wouldn?t be able to understand how mind-numbingly awesome they are is something that would certainly put a cramp in their style. But not to Rad. Not right now. Any and all doubts about himself had been washed away as the gloriously sculpted statue had come into view over the horizon.
?Too bad they didn?t just four statues of you. Get rid of these other guys.? 18?s teasing sarcasm fell upon deaf ears.
?That?s exactly what I was thinking!?
With a grin a mile wide, Rad wrapped an arm around 18?s shoulder and squeezed her tight. For Raditzu there was no possible way the moment could get any better. But he knew that 18 was missing out on something he had been waiting for just the right minute to express.
?I have a surprise for ya, babe.? Said the long-haired warrior as he grinned down at 18.
?Oh??
?Here. Take this.?
Raditzu extended his free hand. Within it was a carefully folded piece of paper. Efforts had obviously been taken to fold the paper into some semblance of a crane. When the android asked about it (trying hard not to laugh at the saiyan by her side) Rad simple cleared his throat and looked away.
?What is this?? the android asked as she slowly unfolded it.
?You?ll see?? a hint of excitement slithered its way into the saiyan?s voice.
As 18 unfurled the piece of paper to its original size, Rad leaned over and read it along with her. It was a poster that he had taken off of a nearby building, but that wasn?t really important: the important part was what was on the poster. Most prominently was a man named Karl Jak. Scattered across the rest of the posters were scenes of various fights, some with people that 18 and Rad recognized, but right under Karl, with a shotgun in hand, was Raditzu with a bloody grimace on his face.
?There?s going to be another Dante?s Abyss soon!? Rad practically shouted. Though the giant ?Dante?s Abyss? coming soon!? that was printed on the posted made that evident.
?That?s the surprise??
?Well? yeah! Just think of how great it will be!? Before his partner could respond, Rad turned and pointed a finger to a building about thirty feet away. ?They?re taking sign-ups right there, too. We can sign up right now.?
Rad crossed the thirty feet to the building and then the ten feet from the front door to a receptionist?s desk. With a vigorous ?ha? Rad slammed a palm on the desk and shot a world-class grin at the startled woman on the other side of the desk. The fact that 18 had entered the building and was now standing behind Rad went pretty unnoticed.
?I?m gonna sign up for Dante?s Abyss,? the saiya-jin told the receptionist.
?Well? then you?ve come to the right place.? The woman seemed to materialize a piece of paper and a pen. She was very obviously still trying to decide how big of an idiot the man standing before her was. ?I just need some information. What?s your name??
?Hahahaha? good one.? Rad made a show of laughing. ?I think you know who I am.?
A long pause.
?Seriously, sir? what?s your name??
?Wha? you?re not joking?? The woman didn?t even have to shake her head. ?Look! Right behind you!?
On the wall behind the receptionist was a copy of the exact poster Rad had shown to 18. The saiyan took a half step forward, grimaced, and positioned his hand so it looked like he was holding a shotgun. The woman only stared at him.
?That?s me! On the poster!?
?That?s the man who won the tournament last year.? The receptionist spoke slowly, the same way one would lecture an eight-year-old.
?I know! I?m that man!?
?Ok, sir. Whatever you say. Now what is your? er? that man?s name??
The receptionist was very lucky that use of power was strictly prohibited on Kajin Rala. Otherwise she would have been a small crater.
?Tch? name?s Raditzu.?
?Very good. Age??
?Uhhh?? Rad turned around and looked at 18, who he had noticed when mimicking his pose in the poster. The blonde simply shrugged her shoulders. ?How about?uh? 52.?
?Alright. Race and planet of origin??
?I?m a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta.?
?Preferred fighting style??
?Style? Iunno? I just hit people. They usually fall down.?
?I see?? the woman held her pen paused over the form for several second before just writing down ?hitting people? and handing the form to Raditzu. ?Now if you?ll just hand that form to the? large (it seemed to have just hit her that Raditzu wasn?t small himself) man through that (the woman pointed to her right) doorway you can continue with the practical portion of your application.?
?Tch? fine.?
With a swipe of his hand the long-haired warrior took the form and left behind the cheery disposition he had entered the building with. The door he pushed open was very clearly labeled ?practical applicants? and bore a small window with which an on-looker could see what looked like a small martial arts studio. The floors and one wall were covered with mats and various striking dummies and pads littered the room.
Immediately to his right as he entered, Rad was met by the ?large man? the receptionist had mentioned. The man was a couple inches taller than Raditzu, but carried significantly less mass. He wore a white training gi with a small name-tag on it that read ?Hi! My name is Gene!?
?Your application, please.? Gene took the form from Raditzu and scanned it quickly. The man seemed to a double-take at the top of the form, then looked over Raditzu several times. ?You?re the man from Dante?s Abyss last year.?
?Thank you!? Rad had to hold back from hugging Gene.
?Well, we just need you to show us a few moves so we can get some pictures and videos and stuff. You obviously are well trained in?? Gene scanned the ?fighting style? section of the application, ?uh? hitting people? but we need some shots of all the applicants. We?ve been given permission by the Kajin Rala council to allow minor shows of power, so give us something flashy.?
Until just then Raditzu hadn?t noticed the camera equipment set up in the far corner of the room. There were two men, one handling a video camera and the other taking photos. Whatever kind of equipment they were using, it looked fancy and expensive. Definitely not something to accidentally run into.
?I think I can do flashy.? The saiyan snapped his fingers.
At the waist of the long-haired wonder, a sword hilt formed, dangling from his tail of all things. Rad snatched it up and brandished it towards the cameras. The two camera looked on, not sure whether to be filming a big guy with an empty hilt; until a massive blade erupted from Rad?s Empty Maw. The single-edged blade was over a foot in width and would stand as tall as either of the two men filming, but Raditzu wielded it as though it were made of nothing more than plastic.
With an amount of grace that belied his massive frame, Rad deftly swung the sword about the room, cleaving invisible enemies into tiny pieces. With a flourish, the warrior spun towards the cameramen and extended his arm, and the blade, straight towards them. With his free hand he snapped his fingers again.
As though suddenly given a life of its own, the blade quivered and pulsated for a moment before peeling back upon itself. Metal flowed unerringly back down the length of the blade and coated the arm that held it. In a mere moment the saiyan had abandoned his Steel Fang to show off his Strong Arm.
All along the outside of Rad?s Strong Arm, small vents opened to exhaust ki and propel him across the room. His katchin fist collided with the mats along the padded wall and with a great deal of satisfaction Rad heard someone whistle at the display. Raditzu turned and cocked his fist to continue his little show when Gene waved at him.
?That?s great, Raditzu. Go through those doors and step into the tele-tube.?
With a nod, Rad peeled off his Strong Arm and proceeded towards the doors Gene had indicated. As he pulled them open, he heard Gene?s voice again.
?And good luck, man.?
OOC: Sorry about the length.
^_^;;
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