05-22-2008, 02:44 AM
"Cheers, babe."
Two glasses klinked as the couple smiled at each other. The saiyan took his eyes off of Eighteen only long enough to drain his relatively small glass of wine... and keep himself from grimacing at the dryness of it. He had never been much for wine to begin with.
"Can you believe this?" Raditzu asked, leaning back and draping an arm over the back of his chair.
"Believe what?" Android Eighteen inquired.
"This," the saiyan waved his arm at their surroundings. The two of them sat opposite one another on the veranda of the swankiest restaurant within flying distance. "No explosions, no horrible screaming, no shrieks of pure terror..." the long-haired wonder sighed contentedly.
"Yeah. It's almost feels like we're normal people," the android said with a small laugh.
"Speak for yourself," Rad said with a frown.
Since they had been seated, the long-haired saiyan had been shifting around uncomfortably in his chair. Having been somewhat excited about the evening, he had actually gone out and bought a suit. Shopping, however, had quickly turned out to be one of his weak-points. Having no outlet for his tail, the saiyan's extra appendage twitched uncomfortably within the confines of his slacks, and his dress shirt was almost comically undersized. Fortunately, this later problem was mostly concealed by his tie and jacket.
Despite that, the warm breeze that drifted over the railing of the veranda, and the star-filled sky were almost as magnificent a sight to behold as Eighteen herself. Not that Raditzu would ever be able to articulate that. Everything seemed perfect.
And that was probably the thought that brought the waiter over to their table.
"Excuse me, sir," the waiter said quietly.
"Yeah, what?" Rad didn't look pleased. Up to that point, the veranda had belonged to only him and his date. "I said I would wave if we needed anything."
"It's not that, sir. There's someone who's asking to see you."
"Well tell them I'm busy," Rad jerked his head towards Eighteen.
"We did, sir. Several times. They refuse to leave until they've spoken to you. They're quite annoying."
"Oh, well in that case, send 'em on in." The warrior's voice was uncharacteristically coated with sarcasm.
"Very good, sir."
"No! Wait!"
The waiter all but vanished, despite the saiyan's protest. Things were so much simpler when violence was an acceptable solution to that kind of situation. While waiting for the waiter to return, though, Raditzu thought hard on who could be looking for them. Anyone from the alliance would have just flown up to the veranda, and anyone with a score to settle would have just tried to blow him up.
From the doorway to the veranda, Raditzu could see the waiter pointing out his table. Almost leaping through the door was a tall, rather lanky man. He appeared human, wore a shirt and shorts, and his hair gave him that "rolled out of bed eight hours ago and haven't showered in a week" look.
About eight feet from Rad's table, the man stopped, his legs trembling slightly. His eyes dropped down to his feet, which were shuffling uncomfortably. His mouth opened and closed several times, and Rad almost thought he could make something out. Eager to get this over with, Rad spoke first.
"What's up, kid?"
At the sound of the saiyan's voice, the young man jumped. He took several steps backwards, stopped, then managed to walk a little closer to the saiyan's table.
"You're Raditzu... right?"
"Yeeeeaaah..." to distract himself, the saiyan held his empty wine glass up to the waiter, who was still standing in the doorway.
"I... I'm your... your... BIGGEST FAN!"
The saiyan almost fell out of his chair. The man had literally screamed the last two words at the saiyan, though Rad suspected he wouldn't have been able to get that out otherwise. Across the table, Eighteen did a poor job of containing her giggles at Rad's shaken expression.
"Ineededtotalktoyoubecausethere'ssomethingreallyimpo--"
"Woah woah woah... slow down there." Rad extended his glass towards the approaching waiter. "There's something important?"
"THIS!"
The man thrust a folded up piece of paper at the saiyan. Snatching the paper away, Rad was about to unfold it when Eighteen, in turn, snatched it from him. He was about to protest, but had nothing to counter to the tongue that was stuck out at him.
"Come one, come all," the androidess read. "Throw caution to the wind and fight for fame and fortune!" Eighteen then thrust a finger at Raditzu. "YOU could be the next Champion of the Abyss! Dante's Abyss!"
With a smile, the android handed the paper back to Raditzu, who very quickly confirmed the flier was for the Dante's Abyss tournament. He didn't have long, though, because the man snatched it away, folded it back up, and stuffed it into his pocket. Rad was somewhat taken aback, but rolled with it.
"Dante's Abyss is what you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Well yeah! You haven't entered yet!! You have to enter!!!"
"I dunno about that..." the saiyan scratched the back of his head.
"What do you mean?! You have to avenge your loss from last year! You can't let them get away with that kind of bullshit! Some people are even saying that you suck now, and that's why you're too afraid to sign up!"
"What?! Who's saying that?"
"Waffles-two-eight-two and Nezzy-oh-one-three!"
Before Raditzu could even begin to make sense of what his fan was talking about, two more pieces of paper were thrust at him. One of them was a print out of several forums posts. Sure enough, Waffs282 and Nez-E-013 didn't think too much of him. Putting that aside, the saiyan was far more interested in the second sheet of paper. It was an entry form for Dante's Abyss. Specifically, an entry form filled out with all of his information... and in his handwriting.
"I filled that out for you! I couldn't stand them saying you hadn't entered! I just wanted to let you know so I could send it in and get you signed up."
"Well... this isn't creepy at all."
"I also have a video to send in for your demo. I'm cut together scenes from various news programs and TV shows and stuff to show-off all of your awesomeness." The man handed the saiyan a CD with a shaky hand.
"Uh... thanks?" Rad turned the CD over in his hands a couple times before handing it, and the papers back to his fan. "I guess I'll enter... not like I have anything better to do."
The man looked like he was about to explode with glee. He started to stammer something at the long-haired saiyan, but was cut off when the waiter reappeared with another glass of wine. As Rad sipped at the glass, the fan told him when he'd need to report to one of the official DA buildings to be transported. The saiyan made a mental note of where to go, signed a napkin for the kid, and then shooed him away. The whole ordeal had been far more taxing than the warrior would have imagined. But thoughts of the activities to come brightened his mood as he turned back to Eighteen.
"Anyway, where were we?"
Two glasses klinked as the couple smiled at each other. The saiyan took his eyes off of Eighteen only long enough to drain his relatively small glass of wine... and keep himself from grimacing at the dryness of it. He had never been much for wine to begin with.
"Can you believe this?" Raditzu asked, leaning back and draping an arm over the back of his chair.
"Believe what?" Android Eighteen inquired.
"This," the saiyan waved his arm at their surroundings. The two of them sat opposite one another on the veranda of the swankiest restaurant within flying distance. "No explosions, no horrible screaming, no shrieks of pure terror..." the long-haired wonder sighed contentedly.
"Yeah. It's almost feels like we're normal people," the android said with a small laugh.
"Speak for yourself," Rad said with a frown.
Since they had been seated, the long-haired saiyan had been shifting around uncomfortably in his chair. Having been somewhat excited about the evening, he had actually gone out and bought a suit. Shopping, however, had quickly turned out to be one of his weak-points. Having no outlet for his tail, the saiyan's extra appendage twitched uncomfortably within the confines of his slacks, and his dress shirt was almost comically undersized. Fortunately, this later problem was mostly concealed by his tie and jacket.
Despite that, the warm breeze that drifted over the railing of the veranda, and the star-filled sky were almost as magnificent a sight to behold as Eighteen herself. Not that Raditzu would ever be able to articulate that. Everything seemed perfect.
And that was probably the thought that brought the waiter over to their table.
"Excuse me, sir," the waiter said quietly.
"Yeah, what?" Rad didn't look pleased. Up to that point, the veranda had belonged to only him and his date. "I said I would wave if we needed anything."
"It's not that, sir. There's someone who's asking to see you."
"Well tell them I'm busy," Rad jerked his head towards Eighteen.
"We did, sir. Several times. They refuse to leave until they've spoken to you. They're quite annoying."
"Oh, well in that case, send 'em on in." The warrior's voice was uncharacteristically coated with sarcasm.
"Very good, sir."
"No! Wait!"
The waiter all but vanished, despite the saiyan's protest. Things were so much simpler when violence was an acceptable solution to that kind of situation. While waiting for the waiter to return, though, Raditzu thought hard on who could be looking for them. Anyone from the alliance would have just flown up to the veranda, and anyone with a score to settle would have just tried to blow him up.
From the doorway to the veranda, Raditzu could see the waiter pointing out his table. Almost leaping through the door was a tall, rather lanky man. He appeared human, wore a shirt and shorts, and his hair gave him that "rolled out of bed eight hours ago and haven't showered in a week" look.
About eight feet from Rad's table, the man stopped, his legs trembling slightly. His eyes dropped down to his feet, which were shuffling uncomfortably. His mouth opened and closed several times, and Rad almost thought he could make something out. Eager to get this over with, Rad spoke first.
"What's up, kid?"
At the sound of the saiyan's voice, the young man jumped. He took several steps backwards, stopped, then managed to walk a little closer to the saiyan's table.
"You're Raditzu... right?"
"Yeeeeaaah..." to distract himself, the saiyan held his empty wine glass up to the waiter, who was still standing in the doorway.
"I... I'm your... your... BIGGEST FAN!"
The saiyan almost fell out of his chair. The man had literally screamed the last two words at the saiyan, though Rad suspected he wouldn't have been able to get that out otherwise. Across the table, Eighteen did a poor job of containing her giggles at Rad's shaken expression.
"Ineededtotalktoyoubecausethere'ssomethingreallyimpo--"
"Woah woah woah... slow down there." Rad extended his glass towards the approaching waiter. "There's something important?"
"THIS!"
The man thrust a folded up piece of paper at the saiyan. Snatching the paper away, Rad was about to unfold it when Eighteen, in turn, snatched it from him. He was about to protest, but had nothing to counter to the tongue that was stuck out at him.
"Come one, come all," the androidess read. "Throw caution to the wind and fight for fame and fortune!" Eighteen then thrust a finger at Raditzu. "YOU could be the next Champion of the Abyss! Dante's Abyss!"
With a smile, the android handed the paper back to Raditzu, who very quickly confirmed the flier was for the Dante's Abyss tournament. He didn't have long, though, because the man snatched it away, folded it back up, and stuffed it into his pocket. Rad was somewhat taken aback, but rolled with it.
"Dante's Abyss is what you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Well yeah! You haven't entered yet!! You have to enter!!!"
"I dunno about that..." the saiyan scratched the back of his head.
"What do you mean?! You have to avenge your loss from last year! You can't let them get away with that kind of bullshit! Some people are even saying that you suck now, and that's why you're too afraid to sign up!"
"What?! Who's saying that?"
"Waffles-two-eight-two and Nezzy-oh-one-three!"
Before Raditzu could even begin to make sense of what his fan was talking about, two more pieces of paper were thrust at him. One of them was a print out of several forums posts. Sure enough, Waffs282 and Nez-E-013 didn't think too much of him. Putting that aside, the saiyan was far more interested in the second sheet of paper. It was an entry form for Dante's Abyss. Specifically, an entry form filled out with all of his information... and in his handwriting.
"I filled that out for you! I couldn't stand them saying you hadn't entered! I just wanted to let you know so I could send it in and get you signed up."
"Well... this isn't creepy at all."
"I also have a video to send in for your demo. I'm cut together scenes from various news programs and TV shows and stuff to show-off all of your awesomeness." The man handed the saiyan a CD with a shaky hand.
"Uh... thanks?" Rad turned the CD over in his hands a couple times before handing it, and the papers back to his fan. "I guess I'll enter... not like I have anything better to do."
The man looked like he was about to explode with glee. He started to stammer something at the long-haired saiyan, but was cut off when the waiter reappeared with another glass of wine. As Rad sipped at the glass, the fan told him when he'd need to report to one of the official DA buildings to be transported. The saiyan made a mental note of where to go, signed a napkin for the kid, and then shooed him away. The whole ordeal had been far more taxing than the warrior would have imagined. But thoughts of the activities to come brightened his mood as he turned back to Eighteen.
"Anyway, where were we?"
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