Day One: Morning

[Raditzu]

This was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Raditzu had been careful, quiet, and fast -- though that went without saying -- and had snuck up on his prey without them having any idea. The years upon years of training flashed through his mind as he studied his target's movements carefully.

Creeping forward, ever so slowly, the saiyan took in a slow, deep breath and steadied himself. Everything would come down to what happened next. The sun was barely over the horizon, providing just enough light to not trip over your own feet. It was this lack of lighting, and the surroundings, that made it possible for Raditzu to stealth towards his target.

The landscape had actually changed quite drastically from where the saiyan had started. Though he wouldn't exactly call this area a forest, the combination of shrubs, trees, and tall grasses made it easy to sneak around. Had he been anywhere other than an island that hosted a bloody, barbaric tournament when contestants slaughtered each other for the amusement of others, he might have commented on how pretty it was.

Taking another second to steady himself, Raditzu made a small hiss, hoping to catch the attention of his prey, which was only a few feet in front of him. When nothing happened, the saiyan hissed again... and again. Despite getting louder each time, the saiyan failed to draw his target's attention. Growing aggravated with the stealth approach, the long-haired warrior drew a deep breath. Sadly, he never got the chance to use it.

"Psst!"

Jumping up, with a startled gah! the saiyan spun around. His wide eyes darted about the relative darkness that he had been hiding in, but revealed nothing. It wasn't till she hopped out from behind a tree that Raditzu loosened up.

"You're a pretty bad stalker, y'know that?" Android Eighteen put a hand on her hip and smiled at the saiyan.

"Oh... well... it's not like I was really trying," the saiyan said after clearing his throat.

"Mhmm... and what were you going to with those?" Eighteen nodded at the playing cards he held between the fore and middle fingers of either hand. "Put on a magic show?"

"I'll have you know that these are... part of an elaborate fighting plan."

Fortunately for Rad, Eighteen didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, she walked past the saiyan and into the small clearing that Raditzu had been watching. As Rad followed her movements, he suddenly found himself wondering what he had been watching, if Eighteen had been behind him.

As if hearing his thoughts, the android placed a hand on the "head" of Rad's prey. Grabbing ahold of its "hair" Eighteen tossed the head to Rad. It had just been her bag resting on a small log. Raditzu handed her back the bag as he stepped beside her.

"Smooth," she grinned in a very Raditzu-like manner.

"Well... it was dark and I... uh..." Raditzu hung his head in defeat. As he did so, he held out his deck of cards. "Pick a card?"