05-26-2008, 08:23 AM
Of all the answers that belonged to that question, only few passed his lips. “I want you to fight with everything you have. I want you to shut everything else out but this. I want to see what you really can do, to see you go until you can’t anymore. No holding back. And if the time comes, I want you to come at me with the intent the kill.”
All, of course, in reference to the Abyss. He knew she wasn’t naïve enough to believe that was his only answer, but it would have to do for now. Point blank, that was what he wanted right now. The rest could follow when it was over. Bardock looked over to where she kept drifting her gaze to, and saw the little mass of people on the dance floor. That practice, considered by most to be entertainment, was yet another thing that didn’t do it for him. The song changed to something heart-pounding and fast-paced. Some of the tourists pulled real close to each other, grinding hips and shuffling while spooning, or whatever passed for dancing these days. He quirked an eyebrow, and couldn’t imagine ever doing something like that. To each his own, he supposed.
“That can’t be everything,” Violet pushed.
Bardock turned to face her, wondering what she had expected him to say. “For now it is.”
“But…there’s more?” she ventured.
“If you give me what I ask, then I’ll tell you the rest,” Bardock proposed.
“That’s not fair,” she replied.
“Everything is earned. Nothing is given,” the brawler declared. “You wanted my respect. I told you to take it. That’s how it is.”
Violet nodded, absorbing the information, taking a large draught from her glass. Bardock snapped his fingers at the little bug-man and indicated that they were done with their pitchers. The insectoid whisked them away, leaving only the two glasses. Bar figured they’d both had enough to loosen up, and any more was liable to affect their performance in the beginning of the game. He didn’t want to go down by way of dulled reflexes, and he didn’t want Violet to be able to give anything less than her best. She already looked like she was getting sloshed enough.
“Can I get you two warriors anything else?” the bartender asked, returning for one last swing.
“More cheese sticks,” Violet answered promptly. She appeared to be as annoyed as Bardock at the constant interruptions, but the appetizer seemed to be worth the trouble. When the next heaping basket arrived, they both let a period of silence ensue as she began to work on the mozzarella.
It gave Bardock a chance to think about what had just been said. Since he obviously wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to forget and move on, he might as well get some of it out of his system. Things hadn’t been the same since the prison break. The dynamic of the relationship had completely changed, and the saiyan had been oblivious to the shift. It had come a long way from where it had first started, and Bardock marveled at the leaps and bounds. The questions he had to ask himself, how would he respond, what would he do, how was he going to deal with this, had never before been considered. Violet had offered him much more than just a favor now, and the pieces left on the board were moving fast. No longer was it just simple training, or simple fighting. The fighter had to ask himself: did he want what she wanted?
Suddenly, a question popped into his head out of nowhere. “What was he to you?”
“Huh?” Violet mumbled, caught off guard.
“What was he to you? What am I to you?” Bar repeated, throwing in a comparing inquiry. He saw her hesitate, putting the words together.
“What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“Surreo.”
All, of course, in reference to the Abyss. He knew she wasn’t naïve enough to believe that was his only answer, but it would have to do for now. Point blank, that was what he wanted right now. The rest could follow when it was over. Bardock looked over to where she kept drifting her gaze to, and saw the little mass of people on the dance floor. That practice, considered by most to be entertainment, was yet another thing that didn’t do it for him. The song changed to something heart-pounding and fast-paced. Some of the tourists pulled real close to each other, grinding hips and shuffling while spooning, or whatever passed for dancing these days. He quirked an eyebrow, and couldn’t imagine ever doing something like that. To each his own, he supposed.
“That can’t be everything,” Violet pushed.
Bardock turned to face her, wondering what she had expected him to say. “For now it is.”
“But…there’s more?” she ventured.
“If you give me what I ask, then I’ll tell you the rest,” Bardock proposed.
“That’s not fair,” she replied.
“Everything is earned. Nothing is given,” the brawler declared. “You wanted my respect. I told you to take it. That’s how it is.”
Violet nodded, absorbing the information, taking a large draught from her glass. Bardock snapped his fingers at the little bug-man and indicated that they were done with their pitchers. The insectoid whisked them away, leaving only the two glasses. Bar figured they’d both had enough to loosen up, and any more was liable to affect their performance in the beginning of the game. He didn’t want to go down by way of dulled reflexes, and he didn’t want Violet to be able to give anything less than her best. She already looked like she was getting sloshed enough.
“Can I get you two warriors anything else?” the bartender asked, returning for one last swing.
“More cheese sticks,” Violet answered promptly. She appeared to be as annoyed as Bardock at the constant interruptions, but the appetizer seemed to be worth the trouble. When the next heaping basket arrived, they both let a period of silence ensue as she began to work on the mozzarella.
It gave Bardock a chance to think about what had just been said. Since he obviously wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to forget and move on, he might as well get some of it out of his system. Things hadn’t been the same since the prison break. The dynamic of the relationship had completely changed, and the saiyan had been oblivious to the shift. It had come a long way from where it had first started, and Bardock marveled at the leaps and bounds. The questions he had to ask himself, how would he respond, what would he do, how was he going to deal with this, had never before been considered. Violet had offered him much more than just a favor now, and the pieces left on the board were moving fast. No longer was it just simple training, or simple fighting. The fighter had to ask himself: did he want what she wanted?
Suddenly, a question popped into his head out of nowhere. “What was he to you?”
“Huh?” Violet mumbled, caught off guard.
“What was he to you? What am I to you?” Bar repeated, throwing in a comparing inquiry. He saw her hesitate, putting the words together.
“What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“Surreo.”
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