Day Three: Afternoon

[Jinpo]

The sun. The marvelous star that brought light to the universe. The golden star crept downwards through the sky, casting a reddish-orange shroud over the jungle battlefield. Each second tiptoes towards the next as the time was growing closer to where the massive ball of energy could rest and trade places with its tag team partner. However, Cargo had no one to tag. He would go the distance or die trying. The child was all alone in this fight, just how he liked it.

Cargo slowly made his way out of the storage facility after grabbing any food that remained on the shelves and shoving it into his survival bag. He didn?t even bother checking Dodoria for any weapons, figuring he was too stupid to hang out to it for three days.

?Wouldn?t surprise me if he ate it.? he muttered to himself, as he took one last look at the pink tub of lard before staggering back into the forest to continue the game.

Solitude

Cargo had spent the majority of his time on this island by himself. Dodo had blown that to hell. While traveling with him, the green-skinned adolescent hadn?t had time to think. Dodoria?s incessant ranting about food killed about half of Cargo?s brain cells. Now, once again separated from the rest of the fighters, the Namekian boy had a chance to reengage in his favorite form of entertainment during Dante?s Abyss: inner thought.

. . .

. . .

"Shit." Cargo exclaimed. "All I can think about is that idiot. I didn?t know that idiocy was contagious.? Try as he might to eradicate all traces of Dodoria from his mind, the meathead intrigued the kid.

How did he get as far as he did?

It was clear to Cargo that Dodo wasn?t the most competent fighter. Reliving some the memories of his time spent with the pink blob brought on a uncontrollable fit of laughter, followed by a instant wave of regret. Even the harmless forum of expressing amusement sent the Namekian into a pit of agony. The chortles soon evolved into rough coughs which spewed blood from Cargo?s throat to the uncaring ground below.

?He probably won most of his fights by utilizing Newton?s First Law.? Cargo cogitated, mentally unaffected by his multiple lacerations and injuries. ?Nothing could stop that fatass once he had inertia on his side . . . nothing, that is, except a nail gun.? But that still left Cargo?s previous question unanswered.

How did Dodoria survive that long?

Nothing about Dodoria?s placing made sense to Cargo. It didn?t seem to fit Charles Darwin?s legendary principle.

?Everyone who died before him must have been dumber than him. Heh. Imagine that . . . ? the youngling thought, oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. This time, he snickered internally as to avoid a return trip to Pain City.

Swooping in from seemingly out of nowhere, a bird landed gracefully on the ground in front of the kid and warily tracked a circular path before him. It subsequently thrust its beak into the ground and pulled a writhing worm from its natural habitat. Its life had come to an end.

"Survival of the Fittest."

Suddenly, Cargo fired a single ki blast, incinerating both the bird and the worm. As Cargo obliterated the defenseless creatures, the messages of anguish from his brain suddenly got softer. His body had found the remote to the cries of suffering and finally turned down the volume. Cargo was still far from 100%, but at least, he could continue to fight. The adrenaline began to pump intensely through the veins of the teenager as he was ready to face any challenger.

"Let?s prove Darwin right."