06-13-2008, 02:18 AM
“Listen, kid,” Bardock began. “As much as I respect you, you know as well as me that this is a game. We had a good arrangement last year, but you’re on the wrong side of the deal this time. What are your terms?”
Reijin grinned. “You have a true saiyan to fight with,” the young boy worded carefully.
The older man chuckled, realizing the full implications of the sentence, both good and bad. There was an unspoken kinship between the two: both warriors sharing equal blood in the brotherhood of the saiya-jin. Bardock studied the wounded fighter in contemplation, keeping a smile on his face. Reijin was a much younger generation of saiyan, smarter, using his head as well as his knuckles. This was just business as usual for the both of them. Their previous battle had been a testament to that, and what a fight it had been. They had shed one another’s blood, as well as the blood of a common enemy. Speaking of which…
“You wouldn’t happen to be able to spare a few of those medical supplies, would you?” Reijin asked blatantly.
“You should have taken it from me when you had the chance,” Bardock answered. The raven-haired youth nodded, easily interpreting it for a solid ‘no.’
Their conversation was interrupted by the colorful voice of their chipper host. As he rattled off the names of the fallen, Bardock’s eyes narrowed when he heard that Raditzu was among them. Reijin couldn’t help but snort.
“He always was too impulsive for his own good,” the youth smirked.
Bardock turned to face their uninvited guest, and asked point blank, “Did you kill him?”
Reijin’s smile never faltered, and answered smoothly, “No, but if given the chance…”
“Do you know him?” Violet asked, keeping her nail gun fixed firmly on the intruder.
“He’s my son,” Bardock replied emotionlessly.
She blinked for a moment, taking in these latest details. The human knew very little about Raditzu aside from their brief stint during training (where he was simply referred to as “The Fuz”) and what details were publically available about his universal adventures. Thinking back, it made a little sense now. However, she couldn’t tell if the father was bothered about the death of his son or not…
“You take it as expected,” Reijin observed, as if pulling the page from her thoughts.
Bardock shrugged. “It’s just a game.”
Although, it was interesting that this was the first year since Bardock had entered that he hadn’t been there to see Raditzu at the end, whoever’s demise it wound up being. Not that it mattered much. His eldest always bounced back with incredible resilience. The roughneck walked over to Reijin, and held out his good arm.
“For now,” he said.
The two clapped hands and grinned, a gesture of a rather loose accord. Bardock had seen Reijin’s capabilities as a fighter, and they proved beneficial, even if as a double-edged sword. Both men recognized the other as a potential threat, yet were able to meet on neutral terms, as the older had said, for now…
The saiya-jin turned around and went to gather his clothes, taking them to an area where he could dress himself without looking like a fool with his bad hand. Violet watched him go, staying put to make sure Reijin kept his hands to himself. They shared a quick glance as Bardock walked by before he turned his head away. The notion on his face was clear enough: the fun was over. This latest surprise to fall into their laps served as a terse reminder of their deadly surroundings. Bar had allowed himself to get side-tracked before, but he could afford to no longer. Dante’s Abyss never allowed its inhabitants that luxury forever. Sooner or later, things were bound to come to an end.
With some difficulty, he managed to slip on his pants, boots, shirt, and armor, the material protecting his previously exposed skin from the chill of nightfall. Another day in the Abyss had expired. Another day was yet to dawn. The bronze bruiser returned to camp, and gathered up their supplies, setting them in an easily viewable and easily guardable area. Reijin had thus far made no move of aggression, which was likely the smarter decision, as his wound prevented him from using any advantageous sort of agility.
Bardock simply sat quietly along the fire, axe a hand’s length away, and Violet sat beside him.
Reijin grinned. “You have a true saiyan to fight with,” the young boy worded carefully.
The older man chuckled, realizing the full implications of the sentence, both good and bad. There was an unspoken kinship between the two: both warriors sharing equal blood in the brotherhood of the saiya-jin. Bardock studied the wounded fighter in contemplation, keeping a smile on his face. Reijin was a much younger generation of saiyan, smarter, using his head as well as his knuckles. This was just business as usual for the both of them. Their previous battle had been a testament to that, and what a fight it had been. They had shed one another’s blood, as well as the blood of a common enemy. Speaking of which…
“You wouldn’t happen to be able to spare a few of those medical supplies, would you?” Reijin asked blatantly.
“You should have taken it from me when you had the chance,” Bardock answered. The raven-haired youth nodded, easily interpreting it for a solid ‘no.’
Their conversation was interrupted by the colorful voice of their chipper host. As he rattled off the names of the fallen, Bardock’s eyes narrowed when he heard that Raditzu was among them. Reijin couldn’t help but snort.
“He always was too impulsive for his own good,” the youth smirked.
Bardock turned to face their uninvited guest, and asked point blank, “Did you kill him?”
Reijin’s smile never faltered, and answered smoothly, “No, but if given the chance…”
“Do you know him?” Violet asked, keeping her nail gun fixed firmly on the intruder.
“He’s my son,” Bardock replied emotionlessly.
She blinked for a moment, taking in these latest details. The human knew very little about Raditzu aside from their brief stint during training (where he was simply referred to as “The Fuz”) and what details were publically available about his universal adventures. Thinking back, it made a little sense now. However, she couldn’t tell if the father was bothered about the death of his son or not…
“You take it as expected,” Reijin observed, as if pulling the page from her thoughts.
Bardock shrugged. “It’s just a game.”
Although, it was interesting that this was the first year since Bardock had entered that he hadn’t been there to see Raditzu at the end, whoever’s demise it wound up being. Not that it mattered much. His eldest always bounced back with incredible resilience. The roughneck walked over to Reijin, and held out his good arm.
“For now,” he said.
The two clapped hands and grinned, a gesture of a rather loose accord. Bardock had seen Reijin’s capabilities as a fighter, and they proved beneficial, even if as a double-edged sword. Both men recognized the other as a potential threat, yet were able to meet on neutral terms, as the older had said, for now…
The saiya-jin turned around and went to gather his clothes, taking them to an area where he could dress himself without looking like a fool with his bad hand. Violet watched him go, staying put to make sure Reijin kept his hands to himself. They shared a quick glance as Bardock walked by before he turned his head away. The notion on his face was clear enough: the fun was over. This latest surprise to fall into their laps served as a terse reminder of their deadly surroundings. Bar had allowed himself to get side-tracked before, but he could afford to no longer. Dante’s Abyss never allowed its inhabitants that luxury forever. Sooner or later, things were bound to come to an end.
With some difficulty, he managed to slip on his pants, boots, shirt, and armor, the material protecting his previously exposed skin from the chill of nightfall. Another day in the Abyss had expired. Another day was yet to dawn. The bronze bruiser returned to camp, and gathered up their supplies, setting them in an easily viewable and easily guardable area. Reijin had thus far made no move of aggression, which was likely the smarter decision, as his wound prevented him from using any advantageous sort of agility.
Bardock simply sat quietly along the fire, axe a hand’s length away, and Violet sat beside him.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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