Day One: Morning

[Aero]

Aero abandoned his prior location in hopes of finding one with more excitement. He wasn’t in Dante’s Abyss to survive, unlike most of the competitors—he was in it for the thrill. The blood that travelled through his veins was that of a human’s, but he had the demeanor of a Saiyan. He loved fighting. He loved it almost as much as he loved sex, if not slightly more. If fighting was an addiction then he was strung-out on adrenaline.

The turquoise-haired human had journeyed away from the shelter of the office complex (though he probably could have stayed stationed there for the duration of the contest without being disturbed) and into the uncertainty of the island. It left Aero’s body tingling with ecstasy. Danger was his middle name. Aero Danger Cowabunga, he thought as he unconsciously tightened his backpack straps, bringing the bag closer to his back.

His bag. He hadn’t examined its contents since it was assigned to him. What could be in it? Possibly some weapon of awesome proportions? Aero had watched Dante’s Abyss in the past and knew that he could be unfortunate enough to get a gimmick weapon just as easily as a powerful one. The thought of checking his bag did cross his mind, but reckoned it was neither the time nor place to be digging around in a bag—he was walking after all, and anyone could magically pop out of any bush, tree, house, or farm. There was also the watchful crowd. Aero vaguely remembered one of the contestant hopefuls that stood behind him in the registration line conversing about the competition being telecasted all over the universe. Why not keep them guessing?

He chuckled and waved at the sky with a grin spread from ear to ear. “Hi mom! Look!—“ he shoved a thumb under his leash and yanked it as far as he could forward “—I got one of those leashes, just like Raditzu and Broli!”

"Rise and shine houseguests,” a voice boomed across the sky. It was flamboyant, like a woman’s. “It's 6 AM and the sun is starting to peek out! I'm sorry to report that we only had two encounters for the start of the game and nobody has died yet! But, on the plus side, ratings are at all time high!”

It was Karl Jak, the host(ess) of the competition. His voice sounds gayer in reality than on T.V., he thought. Aero had nothing against the homosexual race, as he called it, but when men were completely out about liking other men it did make something in his stomach turn. Especially Jak. He was a little too gay. The human wasn’t an easy one to scare, but the thought of Jak being attracted to men just like him was frightening.

“I have some announcements. The first announcement is that I will be placing the very first Easter Egg weapon down. At exactly noon today, a sniper rifle will be teleported onto the largest rock on E-8. Until then, E-8 is a danger zone, effective immediately. Now, for the danger zones set to active at noon: C-7, E-10, F-2, F-10, G-9, H-2!” He paused. It almost seemed deliberate; created to give the competitors time to realize how fucked—or not fucked—they really were. “That's it warriors! Do me proud, and happy killing!"

“Glad I’m not near any of those,” Aero muttered as he continued forward. There was something in the distance; it barely caught his attention. It was two women; both fine. Then he realized: it was the two women from earlier, in the barracks, Celipa and Zangya. “Hey!” he projected, waving a hand in the air. “It’s me, Aero!”