Day Two: Early Morning

[Paragus]

It was really hard to scrape all the beans from the bottom of the round tin can. Para was famished so he made sure he didnt miss one single baked seed. The aged saiyan had gone back for seconds after filling his bag with all the can foods he can carry. It was nice to eat something other than bread for a change. The tiny food particles slid down his throat with a gulp of cold tap. It wouldnt be long before the team would have to be on the move again, so he had to eat while he could.

The scarred combatant slammed his bag onto the table with a thud-clank sound. The saiyan senior citizen leaned back in his chair and stretched out his limbs. The food had really hit the spot and he was ready for some real combat. Yamu sat across from him fixing the rusty nails in Kari?s head. Para feared for the person who had to fight her.

?Well that was good! But I think im finally full.?

?Its about time!? Jeice exclaimed dumbfounded over how slow an eater the saiyan is. ?O wait I forgot you have to gum your food. Sorry!?

Para lifted his empty can and chucked at Jeice?s red skull. Sadly that was the only real offensive action Para has seen on this island. He stared down at his machine gun, Bulma?s machine gun. He should be happy that he hasnt had to pull the trigger on the automatic weapon, but for some reason there was a lingering dissapointment. Whether it was because he was competing in a game in which you kill or because he hasnt had the chance to avenge his fallen comrade, he still felt it.

A ear piercing whistle interrupted his train of thought. Jeice had created the high pitched noise and was awaiting a response. Without a seconds delay, the green saibaman came running over to the table from his protection position. The tiny sproutling stopped right in front of Jeice and gave a salute.

?Ha ha. I taught him that!?

They were ready to go.