05-12-2007, 07:48 AM
The hissing of a nearby pan kept the attention of the saiyan as he continued to wait impatiently. Glaring at its contents with a steady eye as time seemed to drag. The aroma that now filled the air gently passed through the mighty warrior?s nasal cavity, crippling him with a pain that he abhorred since birth: hunger.
?Hurry up.? He moaned. Knowing full well his words would change nothing but filling his mind with false hope for the extremely small chance something would occur.
The raging flame below the metal pan crackled, ejecting small sparks of fire to the side. It seemed as if it had attempted to respond but couldn?t truly in a coherent manner, or at least that?s what the young brawler came to believe.
Although its words could not be heard, its warmth could truly be felt as the act of diffusion occurred. Within the cavern walls its heat blanketed young Goku Jr, along with any other life-form within 20 foot radius. T?was indeed a great feeling but not great enough to distract the boy from his undying desire to rip apart the meat that lay sizzling before him.
The saiya-jin shuffled, attempting to get comfortable on the ground beside the fire, trying his best not to lunge at the food as it cooked. ?You know you want to go.? Breaking the silence that had filled the air quite some time ago came a voice from the far corner of the cave. Immediately Junior?s mind identified its master. It belonged to a human, a friend of his; Pylot.
?No I don?t. Shut up.? Grumbled the light skinned saiyan in response to her comment.
?GJ, you?re sitting in a cave just so you don?t see any more commercials?? She retorted wittily.
?No, I?m sitting in a cave because I?m hungry and I don?t want to kill anyone??
?You can?t die though. The commercial promised it, remember? So since you can?t die, that means you?re not killing.? She said, attempting to persuade the young warrior to participate.
?Doesn?t make it right.?
?Yes it does.? Replied the human, using as much wit as before.
Dammit, she did it again. Thought the boy as he rose to his feet, slightly agitated at the fact that he had been outsmarted yet again by a child younger than himself. ?Alright, alright. I?ll go. But only to get away from you.? He said. Sticking his tongue out to let her know that he was merely teasing.
Junior then began to walk towards an exit from the cavern but soon stopped after realizing that he was missing vital information. ?Whe-? was the only thing that could escape the boy?s mouth before the young human answered his question. ?West City.? She told him with a smile. Returning the smile the young warrior muttered the words ?Thank you.? Then proceeded to dash out of the cavern and into the night. Leaving nothing behind but a cloud of smoke and the girls voice as it echoed from the cavern, wishing him luck.
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?I never got to eat that steak?? Complained Junior as he waited impatiently behind what seemed to be an endless line of men engaging in senseless babble. Boasting about skills that the young saiya-jin found pathetic. I hope one of these guys doesn?t take my place. That commercial said that only 44 combatants would participate? He worried. Refusing to give in to his urge to cut the line.
..if I don?t go out of my way to make sure I get a spot then this waiting will have been for nothing..
?I can?t cut the line though. That?d be wrong.? He murmured aloud. Still wrestling with the idea of sneaking ahead. Then suddenly an idea came to him. One so brilliant and obvious that he began to feel ashamed he hadn?t thought of it before.
Pushing both legs against the ground he sprang high into the air and began to shout while pointing to the rear of the line. ?Oh my god! It?s the aliens from South City! Run!? His plan seemed to have worked perfectly. The very same fighters that had seconds ago been bragging had now scattered and were running for there lives, screaming like children when Barney came on.
Hovering idly the young saiyan noticed something peculiar. The attendant at the registration table was still sitting calmly in his chair. Perplexed as to why, Junior approached the table, remaining airborne.
?Why aren?t you running or cowering in fear or something?? Inquired the boy.
?You pointed North, kid. Plus, you?re a horrible actor.?
?Oh?hehe? Responded GJ, forcing a smile as embarrassment overcame him.
?Since you seem to be the only person left, I guess your up.? Sighed the man as he reached for an application from a messy pile of papers. ?What?s your name kid??
?Goku Jr.?
?Junior, huh? That explains a lot. What about your age and fighting style??
With a cock eyed expression, Junior began to wonder his age and what the mans statement meant. ?Umm?I call it Primal fist and my age?umm..?
?Look, I don?t have all day. You look like your about?ten or something so I?m gunna put ten, ok??
?Sure??
?Alright, you don?t have a tail or anything so your not an alien. You?re on Earth so I?m gunna have to go out on a limb and say you?re from Earth?and I think that?s about it.? He said to the boy, focused only on filling out the application and making no further eye contact. ?Okay kid, you?re done here. Go to that guy over there and he?ll take care of you.? He told Junior, pointing to his right at nothing.
?There?s nothing there..? Said the confused boy.
Letting out yet another sigh and slamming his hands on the table the man screamed to his right. ?Billy, if the aliens were coming you?d be dead already.? He scowled.
?Oh yeah. Very true.? Replied the voice of an uneasy human as he rose to his feet, revealing his urine stained clothing.
?Now go to him.? Requested the attendant. Junior nodded and complied. He hovered towards the being known as Billy and awaited further command.
?Okay..umm? Muttered the scrawny man as he struggled to mount a camera on his shoulder. ?I?m going to need you to demonstrate some of your abilities for me.?
With a smirk belonging only to a warrior of arrogance spread across his face, Junior extended his right arm and placed his palm in a 90 degree angle. At first it seemed as if he had merely made the signal to stop but over time fragments of light could be seen as they fused together. Becoming a physical manifestation of the saiyan?s own spiritual energy. Then in seconds that same energy disappeared and only the hand signal for stop remained.
Knowing it wasn?t enough, Junior began to once again gather his energy but in the form of a different attack and in a different manner. This time he drew both his arms back and attempted to gather the energy at the center of his chest. The exact same light show and events occurred as before, taking the exact same amount of time it had taken before.
?Ok, looks good enough to me. See those tubes over there? Walk into one and it will take you where you need to go.?
Complying with yet another request, Junior walked towards one of the tubed structures, then into it and with a flash of luminescent lights and the humming of an engine, he was off.
?Hurry up.? He moaned. Knowing full well his words would change nothing but filling his mind with false hope for the extremely small chance something would occur.
The raging flame below the metal pan crackled, ejecting small sparks of fire to the side. It seemed as if it had attempted to respond but couldn?t truly in a coherent manner, or at least that?s what the young brawler came to believe.
Although its words could not be heard, its warmth could truly be felt as the act of diffusion occurred. Within the cavern walls its heat blanketed young Goku Jr, along with any other life-form within 20 foot radius. T?was indeed a great feeling but not great enough to distract the boy from his undying desire to rip apart the meat that lay sizzling before him.
The saiya-jin shuffled, attempting to get comfortable on the ground beside the fire, trying his best not to lunge at the food as it cooked. ?You know you want to go.? Breaking the silence that had filled the air quite some time ago came a voice from the far corner of the cave. Immediately Junior?s mind identified its master. It belonged to a human, a friend of his; Pylot.
?No I don?t. Shut up.? Grumbled the light skinned saiyan in response to her comment.
?GJ, you?re sitting in a cave just so you don?t see any more commercials?? She retorted wittily.
?No, I?m sitting in a cave because I?m hungry and I don?t want to kill anyone??
?You can?t die though. The commercial promised it, remember? So since you can?t die, that means you?re not killing.? She said, attempting to persuade the young warrior to participate.
?Doesn?t make it right.?
?Yes it does.? Replied the human, using as much wit as before.
Dammit, she did it again. Thought the boy as he rose to his feet, slightly agitated at the fact that he had been outsmarted yet again by a child younger than himself. ?Alright, alright. I?ll go. But only to get away from you.? He said. Sticking his tongue out to let her know that he was merely teasing.
Junior then began to walk towards an exit from the cavern but soon stopped after realizing that he was missing vital information. ?Whe-? was the only thing that could escape the boy?s mouth before the young human answered his question. ?West City.? She told him with a smile. Returning the smile the young warrior muttered the words ?Thank you.? Then proceeded to dash out of the cavern and into the night. Leaving nothing behind but a cloud of smoke and the girls voice as it echoed from the cavern, wishing him luck.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
?I never got to eat that steak?? Complained Junior as he waited impatiently behind what seemed to be an endless line of men engaging in senseless babble. Boasting about skills that the young saiya-jin found pathetic. I hope one of these guys doesn?t take my place. That commercial said that only 44 combatants would participate? He worried. Refusing to give in to his urge to cut the line.
..if I don?t go out of my way to make sure I get a spot then this waiting will have been for nothing..
?I can?t cut the line though. That?d be wrong.? He murmured aloud. Still wrestling with the idea of sneaking ahead. Then suddenly an idea came to him. One so brilliant and obvious that he began to feel ashamed he hadn?t thought of it before.
Pushing both legs against the ground he sprang high into the air and began to shout while pointing to the rear of the line. ?Oh my god! It?s the aliens from South City! Run!? His plan seemed to have worked perfectly. The very same fighters that had seconds ago been bragging had now scattered and were running for there lives, screaming like children when Barney came on.
Hovering idly the young saiyan noticed something peculiar. The attendant at the registration table was still sitting calmly in his chair. Perplexed as to why, Junior approached the table, remaining airborne.
?Why aren?t you running or cowering in fear or something?? Inquired the boy.
?You pointed North, kid. Plus, you?re a horrible actor.?
?Oh?hehe? Responded GJ, forcing a smile as embarrassment overcame him.
?Since you seem to be the only person left, I guess your up.? Sighed the man as he reached for an application from a messy pile of papers. ?What?s your name kid??
?Goku Jr.?
?Junior, huh? That explains a lot. What about your age and fighting style??
With a cock eyed expression, Junior began to wonder his age and what the mans statement meant. ?Umm?I call it Primal fist and my age?umm..?
?Look, I don?t have all day. You look like your about?ten or something so I?m gunna put ten, ok??
?Sure??
?Alright, you don?t have a tail or anything so your not an alien. You?re on Earth so I?m gunna have to go out on a limb and say you?re from Earth?and I think that?s about it.? He said to the boy, focused only on filling out the application and making no further eye contact. ?Okay kid, you?re done here. Go to that guy over there and he?ll take care of you.? He told Junior, pointing to his right at nothing.
?There?s nothing there..? Said the confused boy.
Letting out yet another sigh and slamming his hands on the table the man screamed to his right. ?Billy, if the aliens were coming you?d be dead already.? He scowled.
?Oh yeah. Very true.? Replied the voice of an uneasy human as he rose to his feet, revealing his urine stained clothing.
?Now go to him.? Requested the attendant. Junior nodded and complied. He hovered towards the being known as Billy and awaited further command.
?Okay..umm? Muttered the scrawny man as he struggled to mount a camera on his shoulder. ?I?m going to need you to demonstrate some of your abilities for me.?
With a smirk belonging only to a warrior of arrogance spread across his face, Junior extended his right arm and placed his palm in a 90 degree angle. At first it seemed as if he had merely made the signal to stop but over time fragments of light could be seen as they fused together. Becoming a physical manifestation of the saiyan?s own spiritual energy. Then in seconds that same energy disappeared and only the hand signal for stop remained.
Knowing it wasn?t enough, Junior began to once again gather his energy but in the form of a different attack and in a different manner. This time he drew both his arms back and attempted to gather the energy at the center of his chest. The exact same light show and events occurred as before, taking the exact same amount of time it had taken before.
?Ok, looks good enough to me. See those tubes over there? Walk into one and it will take you where you need to go.?
Complying with yet another request, Junior walked towards one of the tubed structures, then into it and with a flash of luminescent lights and the humming of an engine, he was off.
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