06-04-2007, 02:59 AM
"Son of a bitch that stings..."
Its funny how jabbing your finger at a giant hole in your torso could invoke new sensations of pain. It was almost beyond Rad how he had managed to survive the shotgun blast Super Buu had delivered. The saiyan looked down at his stomach and sighed.
Almost immediately after the fight, Rad had found a place to stop and take stock of the damage he had sustained. Much to his relief, the entry wound in his back had been relatively small; it was the hole in his stomach that was causing him the real trouble. With several cries of pain, Rad had managed to more or less burn the wound in his back shut with bursts of ki; it was still incredibly tender, and likely to tear open again, but it let him concentrate on doing something about his stomach. The legs of his sweatpants had been sacrificed to make several lengs of make-shift bandages. Though they did nothing to actually help heal his wound, the wrappings would keep all of Rad's internal organs, well, internal.
The most troubling injury Rad had sustained, and the one for which he was truly enraged, was the loss of his hair. The shotgun blast had torn through his hair at the half-way point, more or less. With the loss of his pant legs, and half of his hair, Rad came to realize that Dante was a lot colder than he had originally thought.
The half-assed first aid that Raditzu had performed for himself had been many hours ago. Already his "bandages" were soaked in blood and Rad was finding himself quite tired. He was thankful, though, that the "cooldown" from his previous transformation had worn off. The combination of blood loss and cooldown had made moving around the island a difficult task. To top it all off, it looked like the saiyan was just about to run out of the rations that had come in his survival bag. Between taking food from the school cafeteria and the man he had killed with a yo-yo, Rad was amazed that he had gone for so long without having to look for food.
Rummaging through his bag was a fairly depressing prospect. Having been unable to claim a new weapon, Raditzu was left with the doll of himself, his trusty yo-yo, and a variety of random things he had picked up while traveling across the island: a handful of fortune cookies from the school, an incredibly shiny rock, a leaves to use as toilet paper, and a dead scorpion. Rad gingerly took a seat and pulled the doll out of his bag.
"Well... this isn't going quite as smoothly as I was hoping it would," the saiyan said to the stuffed doll. Much to Rad's surprised, the doll blinked and replied.
"Whomp whomp whomp."
Its funny how jabbing your finger at a giant hole in your torso could invoke new sensations of pain. It was almost beyond Rad how he had managed to survive the shotgun blast Super Buu had delivered. The saiyan looked down at his stomach and sighed.
Almost immediately after the fight, Rad had found a place to stop and take stock of the damage he had sustained. Much to his relief, the entry wound in his back had been relatively small; it was the hole in his stomach that was causing him the real trouble. With several cries of pain, Rad had managed to more or less burn the wound in his back shut with bursts of ki; it was still incredibly tender, and likely to tear open again, but it let him concentrate on doing something about his stomach. The legs of his sweatpants had been sacrificed to make several lengs of make-shift bandages. Though they did nothing to actually help heal his wound, the wrappings would keep all of Rad's internal organs, well, internal.
The most troubling injury Rad had sustained, and the one for which he was truly enraged, was the loss of his hair. The shotgun blast had torn through his hair at the half-way point, more or less. With the loss of his pant legs, and half of his hair, Rad came to realize that Dante was a lot colder than he had originally thought.
The half-assed first aid that Raditzu had performed for himself had been many hours ago. Already his "bandages" were soaked in blood and Rad was finding himself quite tired. He was thankful, though, that the "cooldown" from his previous transformation had worn off. The combination of blood loss and cooldown had made moving around the island a difficult task. To top it all off, it looked like the saiyan was just about to run out of the rations that had come in his survival bag. Between taking food from the school cafeteria and the man he had killed with a yo-yo, Rad was amazed that he had gone for so long without having to look for food.
Rummaging through his bag was a fairly depressing prospect. Having been unable to claim a new weapon, Raditzu was left with the doll of himself, his trusty yo-yo, and a variety of random things he had picked up while traveling across the island: a handful of fortune cookies from the school, an incredibly shiny rock, a leaves to use as toilet paper, and a dead scorpion. Rad gingerly took a seat and pulled the doll out of his bag.
"Well... this isn't going quite as smoothly as I was hoping it would," the saiyan said to the stuffed doll. Much to Rad's surprised, the doll blinked and replied.
"Whomp whomp whomp."
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