Day One: Early Morning

[Raditzu]

"Jack!"

Four.

"Tch... Nine."

Queen.

"Grah. Seven."

Two.

"Damn it!"

It a fit of mock rage, the saiyan threw his deck of cards into a nearby tree. He took a surprisingly great deal of satisfaction in watching them flitter to the dry and cracking ground. One of the card landed face-down at the saiyan's feet. Unable to resist, the long-haired warrior bent down and scooped it up.

"Two..."

Turning the card over in his hand, the saiyan hand to resist the urge to simple evaporate the stupid piece of cardboard when he saw an "A" in the corner. He threw it at the other cards, laying strewn about the ground and took a seat on a nearby rock.

"It was a stupid trick, anyway," the warrior whined as he pulled open the top of his bag and peeked inside.

He had been quite grateful that forms of entertainment had been included with their provisions this time around. After all, tromping across an island got old after a while, and there certainly wasn't a lot to stave off boredom. In the back of his mind, the saiyan was hoping to stumble across some Mad Libs.

Despite his appreciation for the smaller things in life, the long-haired wonder was really looking for the one the thing that mattered in this little bage, the one thing that would set the winner apart from the losers, the champion from the riff-raff, the diamond from rough: the weapon.

His was obviously something rather inconspicuous. A gun, or sword, or bomb would have stretched his bag. Maybe it was a vial of poison, something he could use to take out whoever was foolish enough to get close to him. Or, better yet, a ring like the one Reijin had worn two years ago. The long-haired sayian practically salivated at the thought of an even stronger Super Saiyan transformation.

When simply peeking around the bag revealed no real results, the saiyan shoved an arm into the bag, feeling around for the barrel of a pistol, or maybe the blade of a knife. He definitely had bread... and water... and food... and...

"Nothing?"

Rad scratched his head as he stared into his bag of goodies. Maybe they had made a mistake? That seemed pretty unlike Karl. Maybe Rad had just missed it somehow. Hopping to his feet, the saiyan dumped out the contents of the bag into the rock he had just vacated.

He didn't see any weapon. Just a bunch of bread, a bunch of water, and that stupid map. Growing increasingly concerned about his lack of a weapon, the warrior peered into the seemingly empty bag, confirming that it actually was empty. Someone must have made a mistake, the warrior concluded as he dumped everything back into his bag. With nothing else to do, the saiyan decided he'd hit the road.

As he turned to leave, however, a gust of wind lifted a playing card off the ground and threw it flat against the saiyan's face. King of hearts, the saiyan observed as he grabbed the card. Raditzu was about to flick the card over his shoulder when it struck.

"Oh fuck me."