05-30-2007, 11:00 PM
How do I get myself into this shit? Bardock wondered, staring at his device. A disturbingly large number of red dots had collaborated into one spot. It was practically an army. He?d never been one to run from a fight, but now might have been a good time to flee to the farthest corner of the map and wait out what was inevitably going to be a bloody war. The GPS now made him both a worthy ally and a dangerous foe. But he?d made it perfectly clear that if he was backstabbed or attacked, his first and foremost action would be to destroy the trinket.
The group had found a straggler, which provided mild entertainment for their trek.
Marking off his map, he stowed the tracking apparatus.
Things had taken an interesting twist. He surveyed his party, which was looking more and more rag-tag by the minute. Vegeta clamored over some box, Bra was ignoring just about everyone, Reijin was conversing, the namek was stoic, and the fairy pirate was happily drinking himself into a stupor.
The general silence remained broken as Jack hummed a few bars to a song, and supplied slurred words when he knew them in large outbursts. The saiyan hung back a bit. A little rum might do him some good.
?My rum!? Jack barked as if sensing Bardock?s intentions. He slid away, muttering something about traitorous scallywags.
So much for alcohol.
?Not good,? Bardock mentioned to Reijin, showing his newly scribbled map.
?Someone?s spearheading a movement,? the young saiya-jin observed. ?We would do well to move in greater numbers.?
?Sun?s down,? the roughneck nodded to the sky. ?Nothing?s going to happen tonight.?
Reijin nodded, pausing in thought. No matter the reason for their paths crossing, they were both now committed to something bigger than an exchange of the valued. No, this was something epic.
Are you in there, Raditzu? Bardock wondered, knowing how people seemed to gravitate towards his son. Or you, Kakarot?
The fighter grabbed a bottle of water and chugged the refreshing liquid.
?Looks like this?ll be your birthday present,? the old soldier chuckled as he slapped Rei on the back. He glanced over his shoulder at Bra, then at Vegeta who was still enamored with his box.
Best leave things be. That?s what got him into trouble last year.
The group had found a straggler, which provided mild entertainment for their trek.
Marking off his map, he stowed the tracking apparatus.
Things had taken an interesting twist. He surveyed his party, which was looking more and more rag-tag by the minute. Vegeta clamored over some box, Bra was ignoring just about everyone, Reijin was conversing, the namek was stoic, and the fairy pirate was happily drinking himself into a stupor.
The general silence remained broken as Jack hummed a few bars to a song, and supplied slurred words when he knew them in large outbursts. The saiyan hung back a bit. A little rum might do him some good.
?My rum!? Jack barked as if sensing Bardock?s intentions. He slid away, muttering something about traitorous scallywags.
So much for alcohol.
?Not good,? Bardock mentioned to Reijin, showing his newly scribbled map.
?Someone?s spearheading a movement,? the young saiya-jin observed. ?We would do well to move in greater numbers.?
?Sun?s down,? the roughneck nodded to the sky. ?Nothing?s going to happen tonight.?
Reijin nodded, pausing in thought. No matter the reason for their paths crossing, they were both now committed to something bigger than an exchange of the valued. No, this was something epic.
Are you in there, Raditzu? Bardock wondered, knowing how people seemed to gravitate towards his son. Or you, Kakarot?
The fighter grabbed a bottle of water and chugged the refreshing liquid.
?Looks like this?ll be your birthday present,? the old soldier chuckled as he slapped Rei on the back. He glanced over his shoulder at Bra, then at Vegeta who was still enamored with his box.
Best leave things be. That?s what got him into trouble last year.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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