[PS] Barracks

[Minoshia]

Hardly being able to remember how in the hell he had gotten to the barracks was the least of the Konat?s worries at this point. He had woken up in a small cot, and on either side of him were strange men. It was like a horrible nightmare, no one wants to wake up looking at two male figures. Quickly he escaped the situation, leaping to his feet and making his way into the center of the social orgy that had formed in the barracks. Normally his reaction to the situation would be much different; normally it would involve the two random men being gutted into unrecognizable lumps of flesh. That act would then be followed by excess anger releasing onto the crowd in the form of energy, and thus death. Alas, he?d been here before, and managed to bottle his anger into a tight flask that lay hidden inside his mind. Plenty of killings would occur during the tournament.

The warriors that lined the Barracks were unfamiliar to the prince, some he had seen before, some he had not. The cast was still missing some of the major universal powers, the saiyans Raditzu and Reijin, along with others. Also the room, at the moment, was completely absent of any and all allies. With nothing to think about, and no one to act towards, Minoshia let his mind wander towards his memories, his nightmares. His vision faded into a black, blank screen. His mind was like a cinema, playing the Konat?s favorite movies.

For some unknown reason the memory of the war on Vegeta-sei flooded his mind, he was back in the streets of the Capital City. His hand plunging into the chest of the saiyan warrior, tearing through his sternum and clutching onto his heart, ripping it from his chest while it still beat. Randomly, as if he wasn?t controlling his thoughts, his mind wandered to the memory of Conquest, his body being destroyed by his nemesis, the hated Android; Seventeen.

The Dark Prince snapped his eyes open, something was wrong. He would never willingly replay the memory of what occurred on Conquest, the failure, and the humility of it all. This memory had no reason to be in his mind, it had no purpose, it angered him. Something else triggered the vision, something nearby, something he hated more then anything else.

And then he saw him, sleeping on his cot. Minoshia grinned, not thinking about his actions. His legs lifted him off his own bed, and he started to walk towards the Android. He wanted to tear his throat open, to shred his arteries here and now, to rid the tournament of his filth. But he found himself standing over the Android, without action.

?Seventeen.? Minoshia spoke in his cold, stoic voice. His rival?s eyes snapped open.

OOC- Oh Snap!