05-25-2008, 01:03 AM
“I’m going outside. Have fun with the chick.”
The words registered, although Bardock was having a hard time keeping his attention on anything but the blonde trying to rub up on him. Violet stormed off, clearly agitated.
“I’m just such a big fan,” the girl continued, drawing swirls on his chest plate. “It was so hard to remain professional during the shoot.”
“I’m not into that shit,” Bardock shook his head, referring to all of the garbage he’d went through since his arrival.
“No autograph?” the fan-girl pouted. She batted her lashes, and gave her most sensual look. “Maybe you can give me something else to remember you by, champion.”
Right then and there, the blood flow shut off. Wrong word. The offer was tempting nonetheless, but he wasn’t here for a piece of ass, and especially not a piece of ass that was only in it for a hollow title. Bardock scoffed at the idea of only being wanted for what this tournament represented to others, much less the idea that he was wanted at all. Fame, fortune, and all the perks that went with it were the farthest things from what he aspired. This girl didn’t understand that. Even though he knew he was throwing away an easy score, he picked her up and set her down away from him, much to the blonde’s confusion.
Bardock flashed a grin, and with a wink, chuckled, “Sorry. I don’t do skank.”
Her brows furrowed and her jaw dropped, but he just turned and walked away. Normally the saiya-jin would have been a little more restrained, but he figured he could make an exception just this once. The fighter jaunted down the hall, passing a pair of large statues on the way. One was of his son, frozen in some goofy-looking pose that just screamed “Raditzu.” The other was of himself, looking menacing and every bit the killer he’d tried to be. It was only appeared to be a testament that he was a winner, but such recognition was fleeting, and winning wasn’t what he was trying to do. All he wanted was to go as long and fierce as he could before someone else took him down. No glory involved…just pure satisfaction. Dante’s Abyss was simply paradise.
Moving on, Bardock gazed along the computer terminals, which were now displaying a promotional clip show of the previous tournaments. Only the best footage was used: the goriest deaths, the most gut-wrenching betrayals, and the most dramatic tragedies. Only the best for the Abyss. Bar couldn’t help but let some of the hype get to him. It all seemed like one big soap opera from the outside, but on the inside, it was insane fun. Always watching your back, wondering who was going to get you, and the anticipation that climaxed before each time you killed.
His thoughts trailed off as heard footsteps echoing ahead of him. He’d caught up to Violet pretty quickly. She was obviously bothered by the busty blonde, but the warrior knew better than to touch that double-standard. The only difference was: the chick had acted on what Violet had admitted. If there was one thing in life that Bardock had learned about the females, it was that none of them could stand seeing another in action. Some strange territorial instinct prevented them from ever accepting it as “okay,” even with no attachment of their own. A thought about what either of them actually felt never crossed his mind. All he had to go on was guesswork at the complicated female psyche.
Bardock stepped to the side of Violet and roughly shouldered her as he approached. The human had still been fuming about the incident and was not in the best of moods.
“Done already? That didn’t take you very long,” the woman commented sharply.
“What can I say? I’m quick,” Bardock retorted coolly.
She wheeled on him with accusing eyes. He held his hands up and shrugged. His pitiful stab at humor didn’t cross very well. The fighter wondered why he even had to explain himself at all. He inwardly scoffed, thinking by now she would have gotten him and what he was about. Violet seemed to have understood, but every now and again, it felt like she didn’t comprehend at all. That was one of the reasons he preferred going solo. No complications.
Since he was here, and he had willingly accepted her company, he was not about to walk on eggshells. Never was good at it.
“So tell me. What exactly is the problem?” he asked, stone-faced.
The words registered, although Bardock was having a hard time keeping his attention on anything but the blonde trying to rub up on him. Violet stormed off, clearly agitated.
“I’m just such a big fan,” the girl continued, drawing swirls on his chest plate. “It was so hard to remain professional during the shoot.”
“I’m not into that shit,” Bardock shook his head, referring to all of the garbage he’d went through since his arrival.
“No autograph?” the fan-girl pouted. She batted her lashes, and gave her most sensual look. “Maybe you can give me something else to remember you by, champion.”
Right then and there, the blood flow shut off. Wrong word. The offer was tempting nonetheless, but he wasn’t here for a piece of ass, and especially not a piece of ass that was only in it for a hollow title. Bardock scoffed at the idea of only being wanted for what this tournament represented to others, much less the idea that he was wanted at all. Fame, fortune, and all the perks that went with it were the farthest things from what he aspired. This girl didn’t understand that. Even though he knew he was throwing away an easy score, he picked her up and set her down away from him, much to the blonde’s confusion.
Bardock flashed a grin, and with a wink, chuckled, “Sorry. I don’t do skank.”
Her brows furrowed and her jaw dropped, but he just turned and walked away. Normally the saiya-jin would have been a little more restrained, but he figured he could make an exception just this once. The fighter jaunted down the hall, passing a pair of large statues on the way. One was of his son, frozen in some goofy-looking pose that just screamed “Raditzu.” The other was of himself, looking menacing and every bit the killer he’d tried to be. It was only appeared to be a testament that he was a winner, but such recognition was fleeting, and winning wasn’t what he was trying to do. All he wanted was to go as long and fierce as he could before someone else took him down. No glory involved…just pure satisfaction. Dante’s Abyss was simply paradise.
Moving on, Bardock gazed along the computer terminals, which were now displaying a promotional clip show of the previous tournaments. Only the best footage was used: the goriest deaths, the most gut-wrenching betrayals, and the most dramatic tragedies. Only the best for the Abyss. Bar couldn’t help but let some of the hype get to him. It all seemed like one big soap opera from the outside, but on the inside, it was insane fun. Always watching your back, wondering who was going to get you, and the anticipation that climaxed before each time you killed.
His thoughts trailed off as heard footsteps echoing ahead of him. He’d caught up to Violet pretty quickly. She was obviously bothered by the busty blonde, but the warrior knew better than to touch that double-standard. The only difference was: the chick had acted on what Violet had admitted. If there was one thing in life that Bardock had learned about the females, it was that none of them could stand seeing another in action. Some strange territorial instinct prevented them from ever accepting it as “okay,” even with no attachment of their own. A thought about what either of them actually felt never crossed his mind. All he had to go on was guesswork at the complicated female psyche.
Bardock stepped to the side of Violet and roughly shouldered her as he approached. The human had still been fuming about the incident and was not in the best of moods.
“Done already? That didn’t take you very long,” the woman commented sharply.
“What can I say? I’m quick,” Bardock retorted coolly.
She wheeled on him with accusing eyes. He held his hands up and shrugged. His pitiful stab at humor didn’t cross very well. The fighter wondered why he even had to explain himself at all. He inwardly scoffed, thinking by now she would have gotten him and what he was about. Violet seemed to have understood, but every now and again, it felt like she didn’t comprehend at all. That was one of the reasons he preferred going solo. No complications.
Since he was here, and he had willingly accepted her company, he was not about to walk on eggshells. Never was good at it.
“So tell me. What exactly is the problem?” he asked, stone-faced.
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