05-31-2008, 09:19 PM
Rays of sun poked their way through the closed drapes of the hotel room. A body tossed to and fro in the center of the Queen sized bed. Loud noises poured from the busy morning streets of the earth city. Para covered his head with one of the fluffy pillows to the side of him, but the commotion still got through. He sat up and wiped the crust from his eye and stretched out his arms. Voices loudly yelled and screamed outside, but the saiyan was too tired to make out what they were saying.
He quickly rolled out of bed and slipped his saiyan armor over his bare torso. As soon as the elderly elite took one step from the comfort of the hotel he was mobbed by a crowd of civilians. Banners hung down from the roof tops of the city buildings. It seemed as though the small metropolis was celebrating something. A tall man was standing atop a pedestal with an outrageously tall hat and a megaphone.
“Come one, Come all! If you haven’t signed up for Dante’s Abyss yet you only have 24 hours left to do so!”
Para grabbed his chest. Underneath his clothing laid a hideous looking scar stretched between his pectorals. It was his battle wound from the fight against the construct on Arlia and Earth. It had been a long week since they finished the fight and the saiyan warrior was looking for something else to do. He pushed his way through the gathering of earthlings and found himself standing in front of a young kid sitting at the sign in table.
“Who do I need to talk to in order to sign up?” Para asked politely.
The young child looked around and then back at the saiyan. “Your lookin at him mister.”
Para was perplexed. “Your just a kid.”
“Im here helping my dad.” The young child raised his finger and pointed at the eccentric man with the megaphone. The sign up ring leader was now dancing atop his stage. The young boy lowered his head in shame. He slid the saiyan a sign up sheet and a pencil.
“Name, Race, Age, Birthday. Ok I sign here right?”
The young boy nodded in approval. Para pushed the lead to the parchment and finished off his signature. He passed the sheet back to the brown haired youngster.
“I just need to see one more thing. You have to do something to prove you can go into the Abyss. Like show your powers.
Para brought his hand to his chin. He though for a few moments, but then the lightbulb went off. A smirk appeared under his bushy moustache. He clenched both his fists and painfully protruded his knuckle bones from his hands. The saiyan quickly turned around and smashed through the pillar in which the father was gallivanting. The man flew in the air put the saiyan quickly caught him and carefully placed him back on the safe ground of mother Earth.
“WOW!” The boy yelled as he stood up from the table. “Your like Wolverine!”
Para nodded and laughed. “Yup. Just like Wolverine.” The saiyan walked over to the waiting tele-tube. He took a deep breath before stepping inside the tight space. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
Who the fuck is Wolverine?
He quickly rolled out of bed and slipped his saiyan armor over his bare torso. As soon as the elderly elite took one step from the comfort of the hotel he was mobbed by a crowd of civilians. Banners hung down from the roof tops of the city buildings. It seemed as though the small metropolis was celebrating something. A tall man was standing atop a pedestal with an outrageously tall hat and a megaphone.
“Come one, Come all! If you haven’t signed up for Dante’s Abyss yet you only have 24 hours left to do so!”
Para grabbed his chest. Underneath his clothing laid a hideous looking scar stretched between his pectorals. It was his battle wound from the fight against the construct on Arlia and Earth. It had been a long week since they finished the fight and the saiyan warrior was looking for something else to do. He pushed his way through the gathering of earthlings and found himself standing in front of a young kid sitting at the sign in table.
“Who do I need to talk to in order to sign up?” Para asked politely.
The young child looked around and then back at the saiyan. “Your lookin at him mister.”
Para was perplexed. “Your just a kid.”
“Im here helping my dad.” The young child raised his finger and pointed at the eccentric man with the megaphone. The sign up ring leader was now dancing atop his stage. The young boy lowered his head in shame. He slid the saiyan a sign up sheet and a pencil.
“Name, Race, Age, Birthday. Ok I sign here right?”
The young boy nodded in approval. Para pushed the lead to the parchment and finished off his signature. He passed the sheet back to the brown haired youngster.
“I just need to see one more thing. You have to do something to prove you can go into the Abyss. Like show your powers.
Para brought his hand to his chin. He though for a few moments, but then the lightbulb went off. A smirk appeared under his bushy moustache. He clenched both his fists and painfully protruded his knuckle bones from his hands. The saiyan quickly turned around and smashed through the pillar in which the father was gallivanting. The man flew in the air put the saiyan quickly caught him and carefully placed him back on the safe ground of mother Earth.
“WOW!” The boy yelled as he stood up from the table. “Your like Wolverine!”
Para nodded and laughed. “Yup. Just like Wolverine.” The saiyan walked over to the waiting tele-tube. He took a deep breath before stepping inside the tight space. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
Who the fuck is Wolverine?
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