05-21-2007, 12:12 PM
Bone splintered and cracked under the force of Vegeta?s fist. The mailman had intruded upon his training session, it was never good to be between a saiyajin and his desire to conquer all inferior life. The mailman stammered through disbelief as blood trickled down from his nose.
?What..! I just.. just was supposed to bring this letter!? His eyes had expanded to the size of small melons. In his hand he held out a fancy gilded envelope. The return address belonged to some corporation that looked barely familiar to the sayiajin prince. Vegeta tore the fancy binding apart and slid the letter out. ?You?ve been invited! Please join us for Dante?s Abyss!? He stroked his chin, puzzled. It had been years since he had competed in this competition, it really is true you can never escape a mailing list.
The tall saiyajin?s head snapped back to the mailman, who was sitting in the grass bleeding on himself. ?Get out of here before I change my mind.? Vegeta grabbed his scattered belongings and left the human to tend to his broken nose. He had returned to Earth in search of a few former comrades, good help is so hard to find, and if there was an intergalactic tournament about to take place? well, that would be a good place to start.
The Prince glanced around at his location before taking two quick steps and leaping into the air, displacing clouds as he burst towards a Dante?s signup station obnoxiously announcing it?s existence. He landed with a dull thud, pushing self-proclaimed karate masters and masked wrestlers aside and continuing through the line. Apparently waiting in line is not a saiyan custom. Many barely trained receptionists were entering contestants information into their computers, frantically typing records of anyone who?d ever been in a bar fight and were still drunk or stupid enough to enter Dante?s Abyss for the prize money. Vegeta snatched a baseball cap off the head of a shorter man waiting in line, and pulled it down on his head. It was a snug fit, and not much of a disguise when everyone who mattered could sense his inner energy in a crowd anyways. He knew he could always destroy all of the surrounding spectators if he needed to gather the attention of every ki infused fighter in the area. Against his preference the prince decided to play it quiet for the time being.
Vegeta made it to the front of the line, where they were processing applications for Dante?s Abyss, he hadn?t filled the forms out, paperwork was not his strong suit, luckily a man in dark glasses approached as he arrived at the counter. ?Ah? you?re Vegeta? We were hoping you?d come. Right this way.? The Prince smirked and followed him into the building.
?What..! I just.. just was supposed to bring this letter!? His eyes had expanded to the size of small melons. In his hand he held out a fancy gilded envelope. The return address belonged to some corporation that looked barely familiar to the sayiajin prince. Vegeta tore the fancy binding apart and slid the letter out. ?You?ve been invited! Please join us for Dante?s Abyss!? He stroked his chin, puzzled. It had been years since he had competed in this competition, it really is true you can never escape a mailing list.
The tall saiyajin?s head snapped back to the mailman, who was sitting in the grass bleeding on himself. ?Get out of here before I change my mind.? Vegeta grabbed his scattered belongings and left the human to tend to his broken nose. He had returned to Earth in search of a few former comrades, good help is so hard to find, and if there was an intergalactic tournament about to take place? well, that would be a good place to start.
The Prince glanced around at his location before taking two quick steps and leaping into the air, displacing clouds as he burst towards a Dante?s signup station obnoxiously announcing it?s existence. He landed with a dull thud, pushing self-proclaimed karate masters and masked wrestlers aside and continuing through the line. Apparently waiting in line is not a saiyan custom. Many barely trained receptionists were entering contestants information into their computers, frantically typing records of anyone who?d ever been in a bar fight and were still drunk or stupid enough to enter Dante?s Abyss for the prize money. Vegeta snatched a baseball cap off the head of a shorter man waiting in line, and pulled it down on his head. It was a snug fit, and not much of a disguise when everyone who mattered could sense his inner energy in a crowd anyways. He knew he could always destroy all of the surrounding spectators if he needed to gather the attention of every ki infused fighter in the area. Against his preference the prince decided to play it quiet for the time being.
Vegeta made it to the front of the line, where they were processing applications for Dante?s Abyss, he hadn?t filled the forms out, paperwork was not his strong suit, luckily a man in dark glasses approached as he arrived at the counter. ?Ah? you?re Vegeta? We were hoping you?d come. Right this way.? The Prince smirked and followed him into the building.