Day Four: Early Morning

[Raditzu]

"Great... Now I've gone completely insane!"

"Yeah, cause you were so sane to begin with."

More out of surprise than anything else, Rad dropped the stuffed doll he was holding and tried to get up. The gaping wound in his torso, however, made a strong argument for not moving. Much to Rad's surprise, the stuffed version of himself hopped up onto its feet and glared at him while dusting itself off. To see a small, cloth version of yourself glaring at you is definitely not something most people are prepared for.

"The hell's your problem?" the toy asked angrily.

"You even need to ask? I'm sitting here talking to a doll."

"Hey!" the stuffed Rad thrust his stubby arm at his larger counterpart. "I'm an action figure, got it?"

"Whatever... you're still talking."

"Well someone had to. You're pathetic. You get one little hole in you and you're barely able to walk around."

"One little hole?!" The saiyan pulled down the 'bandages' around his midsection. "This thing's bigger than you are!"

"Oh boo hoo. Go cry about it, why don't you."

At this point, Raditzu had to exert a great deal of self-restrain to keep from turning the small doll into a crater. It wasn't too surprising that the talking pile of cotton was able to get under his skin so easily, since it was most likely just Rad's new-found insanity playing games with him.

"Look, what do you want?" Rad returned his "action figure's" glare.

"You to stop moping around."

"Moping? I've been fighting to win this tournament. How is that moping?"

"Oh please. What was all of that 'remember the first person you killed' bullshit?" The doll asked, referring to an earlier conversation Raditzu had with Android 17. "That kind of crap isn't why people started making action figures, or posters, or sports drinks."

"Wait... I have a sports drink?!" A small rock bounced off Rad's forehead in response.

"Get over yourself and start giving these people what they want, you moron. Isn't that why you're here?"

It was quite irritating that a small stuffed animal had to point out something so obvious. Since he had arrived at the barracks, before the tournament even started, Rad hadn't had his head in the game. He had been distracted. He had made the decision to compete for further fame and fortune, and all that crap, but he had not truly committed himself to it. That kind of attitude was only going to get him in trouble -- as if a shotgun-size hole wasn't trouble enough.

"Tch... fine." Rad snatched up the doll and stuffed it back in his bag. With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself on to his feet. "Guess its time to really get this party started."