05-30-2008, 08:13 AM
One moment, he was caught up in the instant of the game he was currently fixated on. His performance was getting better and better with every try, and the saiyan could finally release some of what had been pent up the last couple days or so. The next moment, she was in his arms, and he was swallowed up in pure physical craving. As much as he had been on fire before, now it was an inferno.
And then, she was gone, leaving him in the wake of the whirlwind. Violet had made perfectly clear before what she had wanted, but this had gone into new territory. He hadn’t even been thinking. He just reacted. His mind froze, but his body moved just fine without it. It was an indulgence that Bardock had not even expected of himself, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it now. Things were rapidly complicating beyond the fighter’s ability to keep up with. She had proved that she was capable of following through, something that threw him off just now, but he wondered if the price was one that they were both willing to accept.
In a fit of frustration, he lashed out at a nearby sensor game. The meter spiked sharply and malfunctioned, sparking as the mechanism blew. Tiny little pieces of gears spewed forth onto the floor in a puff of smoke.
You liked it, something in his head murmured.
“Shut up,” he whispered to no one, his words lost on the din of the raucous bar crowd. He couldn’t deal with it. He wasn’t equipped to. It was different any other time when he had been the one to initiate, because he had always been ready, always prepared for the consequences. This was a human he had let into his life and now she was running rampant through his innermost thoughts. She was getting far too attached, and he was starting to lose his composure.
“Hey man, you broke it!” somebody complained.
In less than a second, Bardock located the voice, which was fortunately in swinging range. He spun around and back-punched the poor loser and sent him spiraling into a pinball machine. “Anybody else got somethin’ smart they wanna say?” he roared, his dangerously dark eyes roving around in challenge. Nobody stepped forth, though many heads turned, and the ones closest backed away, with only one thing on their minds: these tournaments always brought out the violent crazies.
Instantly after striking down the smartass, he felt better, but not nearly better enough. He should have been happy. He had been accepted into the tournament, which could only mean it was starting soon. Bardock would find his asylum in the warzone. Something prevented him from marching straight to the barracks. The kiss still burned on his lips, and it wouldn’t go away. Her words played in his head like a broken record. She offered more than a favor, more than simple pleasure, she offered her life. A gift so precious was lost on him. He was but a simple slave to the fist, and had long ago foregone such people in his world. It was supposed to be as simple as get in, get what you needed, and get out. Needless to say, what had just transpired was completely outside the boundaries of that creed.
Maybe all he needed was to get it out of his system, one way or the other. His fists were heavy with thought, but his body still felt the human’s sensual touch. Which way…
The choice hardly even needed to be presented. Bardock stormed out of the bar, and found a nearby establishment that was fenced in by concrete. Without hesitation, he drove his fist into the wall, creating a neat little arm-sized hole. The punch was followed by another, and another, and another, until the whole barricade came crumbling down into a cloud of ground rubble. He howled at the sky, tensing his whole frame up.
Why?
He couldn’t fault her for doing exactly what he dared. He couldn’t fault her for following his own philosophy of life. But why did she pick him? Was this the design all along, set forth in motion by the senseis of Heaven and Earth? Too many questions, and not enough answers. Bardock didn’t want her this close, didn’t want her to be able to get to him like this, like nobody else had been able to. Nobody that he remembered.
Punching walls in aggravation wasn’t as good as the real thing. The saiyan would fight her, and he would get the answers he sought. He would feel it in her fists, as she would feel it in his. It would be so easy. Go for the stitched shoulder, hit the weak spot, get her off balance, finish the job…
…and then he wouldn’t get what he wanted. Bardock still desired to see her during the Abyss, and nothing was going to take his game away. Not even this. A loud rumble finally managed to divert his attention. Always the saving grace, he realized he was hungry. Really, really hungry. One of those internal functions that couldn’t really be ignored. The saiya-jin was reminded that he would be forced to live off dry, stale bread and water for the next few days, and didn’t relish the thought of entering such a horrible state of hunger without at least giving his stomach a proper send-off.
Calming down, Bardock took a deep breath, and re-entered the pub, ordering two of everything on the menu.
And then, she was gone, leaving him in the wake of the whirlwind. Violet had made perfectly clear before what she had wanted, but this had gone into new territory. He hadn’t even been thinking. He just reacted. His mind froze, but his body moved just fine without it. It was an indulgence that Bardock had not even expected of himself, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it now. Things were rapidly complicating beyond the fighter’s ability to keep up with. She had proved that she was capable of following through, something that threw him off just now, but he wondered if the price was one that they were both willing to accept.
In a fit of frustration, he lashed out at a nearby sensor game. The meter spiked sharply and malfunctioned, sparking as the mechanism blew. Tiny little pieces of gears spewed forth onto the floor in a puff of smoke.
You liked it, something in his head murmured.
“Shut up,” he whispered to no one, his words lost on the din of the raucous bar crowd. He couldn’t deal with it. He wasn’t equipped to. It was different any other time when he had been the one to initiate, because he had always been ready, always prepared for the consequences. This was a human he had let into his life and now she was running rampant through his innermost thoughts. She was getting far too attached, and he was starting to lose his composure.
“Hey man, you broke it!” somebody complained.
In less than a second, Bardock located the voice, which was fortunately in swinging range. He spun around and back-punched the poor loser and sent him spiraling into a pinball machine. “Anybody else got somethin’ smart they wanna say?” he roared, his dangerously dark eyes roving around in challenge. Nobody stepped forth, though many heads turned, and the ones closest backed away, with only one thing on their minds: these tournaments always brought out the violent crazies.
Instantly after striking down the smartass, he felt better, but not nearly better enough. He should have been happy. He had been accepted into the tournament, which could only mean it was starting soon. Bardock would find his asylum in the warzone. Something prevented him from marching straight to the barracks. The kiss still burned on his lips, and it wouldn’t go away. Her words played in his head like a broken record. She offered more than a favor, more than simple pleasure, she offered her life. A gift so precious was lost on him. He was but a simple slave to the fist, and had long ago foregone such people in his world. It was supposed to be as simple as get in, get what you needed, and get out. Needless to say, what had just transpired was completely outside the boundaries of that creed.
Maybe all he needed was to get it out of his system, one way or the other. His fists were heavy with thought, but his body still felt the human’s sensual touch. Which way…
The choice hardly even needed to be presented. Bardock stormed out of the bar, and found a nearby establishment that was fenced in by concrete. Without hesitation, he drove his fist into the wall, creating a neat little arm-sized hole. The punch was followed by another, and another, and another, until the whole barricade came crumbling down into a cloud of ground rubble. He howled at the sky, tensing his whole frame up.
Why?
He couldn’t fault her for doing exactly what he dared. He couldn’t fault her for following his own philosophy of life. But why did she pick him? Was this the design all along, set forth in motion by the senseis of Heaven and Earth? Too many questions, and not enough answers. Bardock didn’t want her this close, didn’t want her to be able to get to him like this, like nobody else had been able to. Nobody that he remembered.
Punching walls in aggravation wasn’t as good as the real thing. The saiyan would fight her, and he would get the answers he sought. He would feel it in her fists, as she would feel it in his. It would be so easy. Go for the stitched shoulder, hit the weak spot, get her off balance, finish the job…
…and then he wouldn’t get what he wanted. Bardock still desired to see her during the Abyss, and nothing was going to take his game away. Not even this. A loud rumble finally managed to divert his attention. Always the saving grace, he realized he was hungry. Really, really hungry. One of those internal functions that couldn’t really be ignored. The saiya-jin was reminded that he would be forced to live off dry, stale bread and water for the next few days, and didn’t relish the thought of entering such a horrible state of hunger without at least giving his stomach a proper send-off.
Calming down, Bardock took a deep breath, and re-entered the pub, ordering two of everything on the menu.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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