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Burter Jr · 11-10-2005, 08:33 PM

Quote:6. Android 17

9. Cell
20. Olibu

16. Bra
22. Vegeta
30. Zarbon

10. Android 18
11. Bojack
13. Raditzu
19. Bardock

Seventeen is still battling the mutant that killed Yajirobe.

Cell and Olibu are the only two that haven't left the dome. They need to decide where to go now, and what to do. They can, if they want, stick together or branch off alone.

The Vegeta group is waking up after a huge explosion. They'll find Trunks and Twenty dead.

Group XTREME is still with Bojack's NPC, and Bardock going crazy and about to go Oozaru.

Because Vegeta's group turned on the defense system, you'll find it difficult to go through the building without the building's defenses turning on you

Zarbon · 11-11-2005, 01:23 AM

?State your identification." The robo-cat stated. It repeated itself once before someone made a move. Vegeta stepped forward in impatience.

?Well?? The saiyan prince asked, and was answered quickly.

"Nothing," Twenty said. "Maybe if I just..." the android moved his hand down on a large button. He was sure that was it.

Gero pressed the button. He was wrong.

There was a boom: fire filled the room. The flames roared through the area, making a sound that broke their eardrums. The eruption knocked them all aside with the massive force it gave off, and then it all stopped.

There was silence.

***

His body moaning, his eyes flickering upon opening, Zarbon awoke and grabbed his head immediately: it throbbed endlessly. The transformer slowly recalled what had happened to him. Satan had fled away from the battlefield and he had been introduced to the saiyans: Bra, the girl?s father, and Trunks, her brother. The memories filtered back slowly to him. A door with a sign, and a robotic cat. ?Weird?And then Twenty pushed that button. The result wasn?t that great?? The mutant looked around him. The whole room was covered in smoke; he could see nothing except the endless smog that drifted amongst him. The transformer was laid out on the floor with cuts all over him. It had all come from the blast that had overcome them only a few minutes before. Zarbon rose to his feet and dusted himself off.

?Hey, Doctor!?? The transformer shouted, but it didn?t catch the scientist?s dead ears. Nor did it catch Trunks?s. It just echoed down the hallway, searching from someone to hear its sound. Zarbon didn?t know it yet, but he had lost another friend, the oldest friend he had ever had. Zarbon walked from where he had got up to look around. Glancing across the room, he saw faint hints of life from the other people about him: but he didn?t see his android friend. Not even a trance. He turned and began to pace down the hallway in search of his friend. He felt his way along the wall, moving slowly until?

Crack

The snapping of a bone.

Below Zarbon?s feet was a hand. The transformer bent down for a closer look. He took it from below his foot and held it in his hand. It was cold and bony. The hand was very pale and old. It was lifeless. The transformer looked from the person?s arm to his face. There was a very familiar face. It was Twenty. It seemed as old as it ever, as old as a hundred year old man. His skin sagged off his face, his mouth open in the terror of his final moments of life. He was dead, but not white. He was red. Red with blood.

?No?? The mutant staggered back at the sight of the android?s soulless eyes. ?Why did you have to die on me too Gero? Why?? Twenty was covered in his own insides. He had been blown against the wall by the explosion and then impaled by a loose piece of metal which had been flung off by the sheer magnitude of the blast. The force of the explosion broke the bit until it had a sharpened end. Then it struck him: at least that?s how it looked. Zarbon pulled it out and threw the piece to the side, continuing to stare at his deceased friend. He was gone. Just like Krillin. All because of Brim. The transformer bit his lip in an attempt to hold back the tears. He was alone now: completely alone. Zarbon had no friends left in the blasted contest of Friend or Foe.

Gritting his teeth, the mutant stepped back, letting his eyes sink down to his comrade?s corpse. It slowly faded away from his view and disappeared, back to where he came from. Back to the stars?It sickened Zarbon how their host had treated them like toys more then ever. Now both of his companions had left him, they were both faded pictures in the darkness: just shadows with deep eyes with no spirit within them. No hope. No dreams. No memories. Once again, he was by himself, but this time in a place worse then Hell. Far worse.

The fog amongst him cleared. The place was a mess. The whole hallway had been blown to pieces from the explosion, the walls torn off, everything destroyed. There was a gap in the floor. And the robot cat? Short-circuited. It was on its side, his eyes going on and off with the various charges of electricity. Zarbon walked over and crushed the mechanical feline with his foot, smashing it into the ground a few times before moving forward towards the gap in the floor: it was a big one, but two steel bars from the ceiling had made a small bridge across. The mutant took a look behind him before stepping onward. The saiyan girl and her father were looking over another corpse.

Zarbon decided to wait for them before going on after Brim: he would need the help anyway. Until then, he stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes and reliving all the battles he had been through with Twenty in this tournament.

?Two gone for me. And by my math?? The mutant muttered. ?That equals a head. His.?

OOC: Damn, sorry it took so long. Post 1.

Android 17 · 11-11-2005, 03:04 AM

Android Seventeen slammed against the outside wall of the Friend or Foe Production Building. Gasping desperately to prevent unconsciousness, the cybernetic warrior watched as his short-term ally came in contact with the claws of their mutant adversary. Yajirobe?s eyes widened in the seconds before the monster struck him from the sky. The samurai tried to move out of the way, but it was too late for him to evade the deadly blades protruding from the bloody stump that was the creature?s right hand. A stream of blood escaped the giant lesion along with the monster?s set of claws.

Yajirobe shrieked in agony as he struggled to pull himself free from the three serrated, curved weapons, but all the effort from the samurai only seemed to please the monstrosity. The mutant lifted the dead and still-impaled samurai off the ground and angled its claws upward. The weakening fighter slowly slid closer to the base of the trio of blades. More and more of Yajirobe?s blood began escaping him at dangerous levels and pooling to the ground. Android Seventeen watched as his one-time partner thrown like a rag doll through the concrete wall of the Production Building. Yajirobe?s corpse vanished, crushed by the avalanche of concrete and plaster that ensued.

The android knew that Brim told them no one would really die unless it was at the hands of another one of the competitors, so he knew he could not afford to mourn the human?s temporary passing. Seventeen just hoped that the diabolical game master would not go back on his word. The machine-hybrid continued to ponder what would happen when the loud footsteps of his mutating opponent stirred him from his thoughts. With each step, the creature?s enormous feet would crack the dried, lifeless dirt with a thunderous clap. The monster raised its natural weapons, the blood of Yajirobe still dripping of in excess. Android Seventeen started to back away as his overwhelming adversary started to transform before his very eyes. Its skin started to bubble and pop as the small spikes and thrones over the mutant?s body were forced outward. Something was bulging underneath the surface of the creature; from the impression they made from the outside they appeared to be almost tube-like

With an unnatural wail, the beast?s sides split apart as two thick tentacles forced their way free. The pain must have been excruciating, because the massive monster was dropped to his knees. Its new appendages whipped and flexed as they continued to constantly move. Both of them tapered into a single, needle-like tip. Seventeen gawked at the twin tentacles, still glistening with blood and internal fluids in the light of the rising sun.

Rising sun? The cybernetic warrior raised a hand to shield his eyes from the yellow rays. Had it only been a single day since the android had just arrived on the asteroid to partake in Brim?s competition? Only a mere twenty-four hours ago had the machine-hybrid started this game in the dark, cadaver-filled hospital. In the span of a day Seventeen had been mauled by zombies, killed Piccolo Daimaou, been nearly slain by an avatar, watched Piccolo die at the hands of his copy, fight Yajirobe, and then watch him be brutally murdered. All of it seemed like a lifetime, but only a day had transpired since then. The machine-hybrid turned to see his silent, mutating assailant. The creature had relaxed, but now it was slowly making its way towards Android Seventeen.

Seventeen watched the blackened creature steadily decrease the space between them, but it was the free-moving tentacles that were the interesting part. They were extending outward in both directions?constantly moving about. Now the cybernetic warrior had two more targets to watch out for. The android rushed forward, allowing his anger and resolve empower him. Slamming his shoulder into the monster?s chest, the machine-hybrid staggered his opponent, but suddenly the situation went terribly wrong. As Android Seventeen went to strike again, the creature?s twin tendrils swung down, capturing the flailing android between them. Fighting feverously, the cybernetic warrior tried to escape the crushing power of the mutant?s two tentacles as they squeezed down on his stomach. Unwilling to die by asphyxiation, the android began to quickly focus his dwindling energy into his palms.

Throwing his hands together, Seventeen unleashed the beam of golden ki into the chest of his monstrous adversary. Most opponents would have been destroyed or at least knocked-out by the power of the Final Flash; however, the android didn?t have much time to gather the energy to slay the giant. The power of the ki wave managed to burn through the armored flesh of the monster, and stun it enough that its tentacles loosened their unyielding grip on the machine-hybrid. Android Seventeen put his hands on the thick tentacles and pushed up, his legs escaping the released appendages seconds before they tightened once again. The machine-hybrid, his hands still firmly planted on the thick tendrils, pushed himself as high as he could. Seventeen brought his legs up as high as he could, and closed them around the small, square-shaped head of the mutant.

The android twisted his body; a giant snap was followed by the entire form of the monster instantly becoming limp. Kicking away from the falling creature, Android Seventeen landed in a crouch a few feet from the mutant. With a deafening thud, the body struck the ground, causing the earth to crack underneath it. The machine-hybrid stood back up, wiping the sweat from his brow and eying the still corpse. Something was just not right, but the android was unsure whether or not he really wanted to stick around. Seventeen turned around and took the morning sky calmly, but he had only traveled a few yards when he heard the sound of breaking bones and churning internal fluids. The cybernetic warrior looked back down at the twitching carcass and felt his dread swell.

With a deep roar, the mutant sat back up and glared directly up at Seventeen. Even though its eyes were tiny, black pools on its short, stout head, the android knew the monstrosity wanted him dead. Even worse, the creature?s back was surging outward, and something new was preparing to break free from its internal prison. The swelling flesh suddenly burst open as black appendages escaped. The wings, still dripping with fluid, blood, and excess skin, shook a few times to clean themselves of the internal residue. Satisfied, the creature stood back up and flapped its new accessories. Reminiscent of bats, the wings themselves were the same size as Android Seventeen, and it seemed like the giant was growing larger before his cybernetic eyes. This was starting to become a situation most dire.

OOC: First post, hope it was enjoyable...

**Bra** · 11-11-2005, 08:23 AM

It was that same lunatic hallway again. Pillars stood haphazardly in no real order, torches jutting out of random surfaces, even the floor, all of them burning with an unnerving icy blue. Those twin, red coals burned in the distance, the same as last time. Bra knew they belonged to somebody, the thought of who exactly teasing her mind, infuriating her.

?Who are you!?? she screamed, her own voice ringing through her ears. Echoes sounded from all directions, despite the fact that the girl knew that her voice couldn?t possibly have carried for nearly as long as it did.

Those eyes refused to move. Refused to even blink, no matter how long and how hard Bra stared at them. Finally, the princess broke into a sprint, shooting through the narrow, blue-hued hall, whose walls degraded further and further out of focus as the cyan haired girl pumped her legs, accelerating as she hurdled past -and narrowly avoided crashing into- a torch, whose flames were extinguished by the sudden gust of wind generated by the little member of royalty.

She leapt forward, igniting her dazzling aura as she began to defy gravity, further increasing her rate of motion without being burdened with the ground. The two blazing rubies grew larger and larger as she closed in. Finally she would get the answer that endlessly pestered her since she?d arrived in this absurd location.

?Hey, Doctor!?

Doctor Bra shuddered to a stop, whirling around in search of whoever the voice belonged to. Typical, she thought pessimistically, there was nobody to be found -or sensed- anywhere. Wait. Doctor?

A cross between a gurgle and a groan escaped the girl?s lips. Her hand moved, brushing against what felt like floor tiles. Great, she?d been knocked unconscious in front of her father. That certainly was a fantastic way to show how far she?d come since she began her training. With a grunt of effort, her hand planted onto what was probably floor and pushed her chest off the ground. Finally, her pair of azure eyes opened, revealing a blurred, spinning version of the hallway they were in the last time she had been awake. There was smoke and debris... probably.

?Unh... what...? her words pitifully fumbled. Bra pushed herself to her feet, staggered, and then leaned heavily against the closest wall to stay upright. Vegeta stood, facing down at something on the ground. Her vision was still correcting itself, and from this distance, it was difficult to differentiate the object which attracted her father?s attention from a shapeless lump of clay.

?Two gone for me. And by my math...? it was the same voice as before. The strangely green person, ?That equals a head. His.?

The youthful princess couldn?t quite follow what Zarbon was referring to, but her eyes trailed to the lifeless body of the brilliant scientist. Gero had been killed, probably by whatever had succeeded in rendering her unconscious.

?Dad?? she spoke softly, approaching the silent man as her sense of sight recovered. Her overly delicate balance was still difficult to maintain, made worse by the fact that she had never truly learned to function without the tail she had lost during the last Friend or Foe tournament. What little dignity she managed to retain was most definitely completely lost once she finally saw what it had been that Vegeta was so focused on.

A painful blast of sound, unlike anything she?d ever heard before, sounded within her head. It forced her to wince for a moment, but faded as quickly as it came. It happened again; another quick pang of agony. Bra raised a hand to her head once again, her face contorted in exasperation. The sound had been like some kind of high-pitched distortion, only amplified a thousand fold and contained completely within her own mind. The thing at her dad?s feet was a body. Her powerful sense of ki told her that this body was dead.

The noise again. This time louder, and worst of all, sustained. The halfling closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, futilely pressing her palms into her ears, stumbling back a few steps. A low growl quickly escalated into a full-out roar of pain and confusion. Vegeta and Zarbon both turned their attention to the girl, who fell to her knees, screaming louder to try and drown out that terrible noise.

?NO!!? she shrieked, unable to escape her own mind, ?Stop it!! Stop it, dammit, stop it!!? the ear-piercing distortion grew in intensity, driving the girl to the verge of tears. Another scream of anguish rang out, but the noise was merciless.

?Bra!! What the hell?s wrong!?? the prince demanded, his eyes alive with something the girl had never seen in her father before. Without any warning, the sound vanished, eliciting a gasp of shock and release from the hybrid.

?I...? she stood up, walking past the man, stopping before the lavender haired corpse, ?I...? tears slid from her shimmering eyes. Once more, she dropped to her knees, placing a hand on Trunks? chest, ?...How??

The princess began to sob, looking down upon her brother. She was finally getting through to her older sibling, and now Fate had spat in her face. Blood seeped from a deep puncture wound in the half-breed?s throat, where a shard of metal had been lodged. His lips were blue... he hadn?t died instantly. No, he was subjected to death by asphyxiation.

Bra firmly bit her lip, so much so that a trickle of blood sprung forth, traveling down her chin. She tried so hard to choke back her tears, but this was her brother on the floor in front of her. Estranged or not, this was her family, sharply struck down by the hand of that loathsome fucker Brim.

?T... T-T... Trunks!?? the name seemed to be a subconscious cue, and the halfling started to bawl as she had done faced with her best friend?s death. She placed her head upon her brother?s chest, her fist coming down upon his shoulder hard enough to cause the body to shake under the impact. How cruelly unfair had this been! First Burter had been murdered, and Bra had never even been offered the chance to help. And now Trunks was dead. All for some selfish man?s dreams of wealth. Their deaths were mere trivialities to him. Statistics and plot devices. Nothing more.

?BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!? the princess thundered, her voice dripping with malevolence. She got to her feet, flashing into her super saiyan form as though it were nothing, ?You run me through this sick fucking game show, you take away who you damn well know is my best friend, and then you kill my brother!? I?m so fucking tired of your games, you fucking bastard!! Quit hiding from me, dammit!! Come out, so I can tear your fucking head off, you ugly green son of a bitch!!?

Tears continued to could her vision, but a force far more powerful clouded her mind. A titanic blast of energy leapt from her open palm, tearing the doors at the far end of the hallway off their hinges and far into the next room. The ensuing explosion rocked the complex, causing sediment to drift from the ceiling. None of this was noticed by the golden haired girl. She was livid, and determined to show Brim exactly how she felt.

With a roar of absolute fury, her golden aura detonated around her petite frame as the absolutely wrathful girl tore low through the air, leaving the other two in her wake. The hall opened into a control room, filled with computer equipment, charts, and drawings, all of which fell victim to a succession of ki blasts which set the room ablaze.

Bra snapped about, hurling an immense blast of ki into a wide LCD screen, consuming the display in a fiery display of the girl?s rage. She launched herself into another door, crashing through it with the shriek of rending metal. A man in a lab coat looked up from his workstation, along with two uniformed men armed with ki rifles.

?Hey, what the f-?

The super saiyan?s hands had met, releasing a searing final flash far before the soldier had a chance to finish his sentence. The aureate energy shredded through the three men, ripping them atom from atom before careening into the wall, tearing a massive hole through the thick steel.

Smoke had begun to fall in a haze over the entire area, and flashing red emergency lights had sprung to life. Twin sentry guns dropped from the ceiling, each one firing on the rampaging heiress.

?Fucking die!!? she retorted, screaming as she pitched two orbs of ki with all her might. Explosions rang out one after the other, reducing the automated defenses to ash. The hybrid continued through the hole in the wall, emerging in what had to be a storehouse.

The room was obscenely large. Huge metal crates sat in stacks, lining the walls, along with boxes, shelves, and pallets littering the vast warehouse. Bra grit her teeth, reveling at the chance to cause more damage. Her palm was thrust forward, and a tiny pinprick of light formed in her hand. Streaks of light appeared to be drawn in from all directions, disappearing into the minuscule sphere of energy which steadily expanded in size, and began to rotate in place. The princess forcefully rammed ki into the attack, which began to viciously spark as the super concentrated energy grew unstable. Guards charged down an aisle, opening fire upon the ireful super saiyan.

?Hey Brim!! Are you watching this, you fucking coward!? ?Cause the longer I have to look for you, the more shit I?m gonna break, you hear me!?? Bra fervently screamed, her eyes alive with contemptuous hatred. The big bang attack careened through the warehouse, crashing into a crate near the soldiers while the raging young girl crashed upward through the roof.

A gargantuan explosion engulfed everything within the warehouse, just after a hideous creature leapt up through the hole Bra created in the roof. Flames chased after it, and tore throughout the warehouse, obliterating everything it consumed. The heiress nearly destroyed the creature before realizing it was her own summoned avatar.

?Brim!! Where the fuck are you!? Quit playing with me!!? she shouted, leaping from the roof of the production building and taking to the skies. Grimshaw?s Memento faithfully galloped after her over the ground below, but the creature was hardly acknowledged by the deranged young girl, ?Twice now you took Burter from me!! Twice you twisted me around for your fucking fans!! Well fuck your fans! Fuck my fans!! They can all go to hell!! I?m coming after you, you hear me!? I will find you, and I?ll rip your sorry ass to fuckin? pieces!!?

Bra issued another ferocious scream, catapulting herself toward the only other place she thought he could be, desperately ignoring the tears which flowed freely down her face.

The translucent shade tirelessly chased after her, looking up several times in order to track the blazing golden missile through the skies.

The military base would soon be in sight. If Brim wasn?t there, Bra vowed that she would turn yet another piece of real estate into nothing more than smoking ash. No more games. It was time for blood.

OOC: Bra's heading for the Military Base in search of Brim. Vegeta and Zarbon, you're free to follow if you wish; it should be painfully easy to track Bra's ki right now.

Sammah · 11-11-2005, 11:15 PM

"State your identification." The words came out chopped from a metallic looking cat that stood before them. Vegeta wasn?t sure what to think, possibly this was just a defensive precaution that the building had. He looked over his shoulder at the older looking android.

?Well??

?Nothing. Maybe if I just...? The prince watched as Android 20?s hand began searching through a group of buttons. His finger pressed down on one, and instantly, Vegeta?s chest was filled with an intense heat, and his vision went black.

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?Congratulations, it?s a boy!? A female doctor called out to Vegeta as the prince was escorted into the delivery room. Bulma, the human that he had fallen in love with long ago, was still in the chair almost passing out from exhaustion. No doubt the plenty of hours spent pushing his new born son out from her body took it?s toll on the female. Vegeta stopped a few feet away from the doctor and crossed his arms along his chest, gazing down at the purple haired boy. He was crying, and his tail was flaring about wildly.

?What would you like to name him?? Another doctor, male this time, was holding a clip board and a pen waiting for a response.

?I don?t care.? Vegeta murmured, still staring down into the eyes of his crying baby.

?How about?Trunks?? Bulma questioned her lover.

?Fine.? Vegeta?s eyes broke away from the baby and shifted towards the sweat filled woman who he had just created a family with.

?Alright then, here?s your baby; Trunks.? The doctor who held Trunks now turned the wheel over to Vegeta, gracefully exchanging the baby between hands. Grabbing a hold of his sides, the prince took Trunks into his arms, and instantly, the baby stopped crying, and just returned the Saiya-jin stare back up towards his father.

?Aww look honey, he likes you.? Bulma giggled playfully as he saw the first moment of father/son bonding.

?Whatever.? Vegeta just stared down at Trunks with a look of worry. This was his child, a carrier of the royal blood line. It was possible that this new prince would one day grow up to be stronger than his own father. As the son of King Vegeta, he knew it was his duty to train Trunks in a way of a true Saiya-jin, and make him an unbeatable fighter.

Drool began rolling down the baby?s mouth as he cooed in the arms of Vegeta. ?Heh, look Vegeta, he?s already taken up your nasty habit of spitting.? Bulma began to laugh again, and a slight grin appeared on the prince?s face. For this was his first born son, and he vowed to ensure his survival in the universe.

7 Years Later

?Final Flash!? A large blast of energy ripped through the air towards Vegeta, yet the prince failed to move. His hand swung across his chest and deflected the attack with incredible ease.

?No, you must put more into it!? Vegeta hollered across the already smoking battle field. He and Trunks had a specific location in an open field by where they lived in order to train their skills in battle. It was an every day approach that they?d go out, and he would teach Trunks new moves and enhance his fighting style.

?But dad?I?m really tired!? Trunks replied as he fell onto his hands and knees gasping for air, ?That was the two hundredth time I did that move, I can?t do it again!? In an instant, Vegeta appeared over Trunks torn body and he threw a kick into his side, causing the boy to roll amongst the ground before stopping on a jagged rock. His body jolted on contact and fell to a resting state on his stomach. ?Oww!? he groaned, ?that really hurt!?

?Shut up!? Vegeta hollered back, ?if there?s one thing I never want to hear out of your mouth, it?s the word can?t. Do you hear me?? His voice was stern and clear, ?I said do you hear me!?

?Yes!? Trunks replied with a shout in order to prevent another blow to his ribs. The purple haired boy rolled up onto his butt and sat cross legged. His eyes were half closed and he gazed over at his father who appeared to be walking towards him. ?But dad, why do we train so hard? It?s not like the world?s ever in any danger.?

?It?s not that Trunks.? Vegeta took a seat on a boulder next to his halfling son, ?it?s in our blood to fight. Our planet, Vegeta-sei is known for inhabiting the strongest fighters in the universe, that?s us. The Saiya-jin race, what you were born into, will always be at risk of being engaged, and in order to win and not lose your life, you must be strong.?

?Strong?? Trunks shifted his eyes towards the dirt that he sat on, and stuck his index finger into the ground. ?Am I strong?? He then looked up at his father with a look of sincerity.

?Yes. You are my son, and a prince to the throne of Vegeta-sei. Power runs through your veins, and for a child, you are already much stronger than any elite soldier I know.? Vegeta smirked and placed his hand on top of his son?s head.

?But dad, If I?m strong, then you must be really really really strong huh!?? Trunks?s face got lit up like a burning candle.

?I?d like to think so, but I too have lost my share of battles.? Vegeta looked up into the sky. ?There are those who carry an even stronger blood line then our own, and those are the ones we train for. Our power continues to grow with every fight, so we must ensure we fight every day to prepare us for the day that we encounter them.?

?Wow. So do you know any Saiya-jin that?s stronger than you dad?? The boy continued to ask questions, obviously he was a smart one, just like his mother.

?Unfortunately there is, or was. Not sure if he?s still alive, but I?ve heard legends and myths of a Saiya-jin that had attained an unnatural source of power that lives within the Saiya-jin race. Its said to only appear every millennium or so, and it gives the bearer incredible power, possibly even 20 times what they have at these state. That Saiya-jin was known as a Super Saiya-jin. While in the state of power, his hair was said to stand on end with a bright golden color, and his eyes would shift into a state of piercing blue.?

?Wow, 20 times! That?s a lot of power. I bet he could beat any body huh dad?? A smile of pure enjoyment appeared on the boy?s face.

?Yes. But you know what Trunks? If you want to ever obtain the same power as that Super Saiya-jin, you must continue training and never quit.? Vegeta stood up from his boulder and began stretching out his arms. ?Ready for hand to hand now??

?Yes!? Trunks jumped back onto his feet with a new revitalized look on his body. ?I?m going to become the strongest fighter in the universe dad, I promise!?

?Hah, sure you are Trunks, right after me of course!? Vegeta slid into his fighting stance and was ready to make the first move.

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?Fucking bastard?? Vegeta grumbled as his vision began to phase back into consciousness. His head throbbed with incredible pain, almost as if he was punched by 100% of Raditzu?s furious might. ?What?happened.? He didn?t remember much except a robot kitten, and a burning sensation on his chest. As he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, he gazed around, vision still a bit blurry but he could make out the appearance of a disturbed hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were completely charred with blackness and smoke was rising off of everything as if it was a scene straight from hell.

He rose to his feet and shook his head a bit, apparently he was the first one awake, but he saw Zarbon?s body quickly coming to as well. ?Trunks.? Vegeta looked around the hallway for his son, not feeling a hint of his power level anywhere. He moved around a bunch of metal plates that had came crashing down from the ceiling, and to his despair, there he was. Trunks was laying lifeless on the ground, blood completely covering his body. It was like he had taken the full blunt of the explosion, it was surprising that his limbs were still intact. ?No?? Was all Vegeta could get out of his mouth. His eyes fixated on his dead son, and words couldn?t describe the pain he was feeling inside. Vegeta?s first born, breathless, and lifeless, nothing left to hold and cherish. The prince couldn?t move, he found himself in a paralyzed state, the words around him just seemed to fade away, and he was in a void all in it?s own. His vision was locked, but his hearing went awry.

?Dad?? The voice came from his daughter, but he couldn?t hear it. He couldn?t hear anything, and his body wouldn?t budge. His eyes didn?t fidget, didn?t move, didn?t falter, and his breath became calm. The anger he felt building up deep inside of him was not one of rage and hate, but one of disbelief, sorrow, and regret. This time the rage was too intense, it was the kind that pyscho?s carried. The silent kind, the kind that any moment, the calmness would break, causing some one to snap uncontrollably into a killing spree.

?Stop it!! Stop it, damn it, stop it!!? The shouts broke Vegeta?s lock and he gazed over at Bra who apparently was losing herself in the same vision that he fell upon.

?Bra!! What the hell?s wrong!?? He tried to snap her out of it, but she continued to lose herself. There was nothing Vegeta could do now, it was the Saiya-jin blood that ran through her veins, she was angry, very angry. She continued to scream and shout words of hate, followed by Brim?s very painful name. Her actions then took a turn, and she blew down the door at the end of the hallway, taking off in a full sprint towards the new opening. Vegeta watched, and couldn?t stop her, he knew what kind of pain she was feeling, and felt that it was the best for her to just let it out.

His vision returned down to his son, and the silent anger reappeared within his heart. Kneeling down next to his son, he grabbed the back of his head and held him to his chest, placing his check on the top of his hair. ?Trunks?? Vegeta?s eyes closed, remembering the thoughts that he held in the back of his mind, the memories that he had from long ago. ?You are strong Trunks. You are strong?? A tear appeared in Vegeta?s eye as he reopened them, laying down his son?s body again and standing up. He looked around the room, and found a spot that he could work with.

His left arm extended towards the ground, and in a flash, a bright explosion of power tore up the tile that he stood on, leaving a gaping hole of dirt big enough for an adult body to fit inside. Vegeta picked up Trunks, and carefully placed him down into the man made grave. His eyes took one last stare at his son, and released another blast of ki that caused the sides of the grave to cave in, completely burying his son away. ?Trunks.? His pupils faded away from his eyes as the rage continued to set in. Perhaps Vegeta was doing this for the wrong reasons. This game was just something for the prince to play with, something to help him get his hands on the dragonballs maybe. But now Brim transformed it into something worse. He killed his son; he took him away from his life. Apparently he didn?t know that he was fucking with the wrong Saiya-jin. And now he was determined to take away Brim?s life in exchange for his son?s.

?I?ll rip his head off.?

Android 17 · 11-12-2005, 03:23 AM

OOC: Mixed some slight action and character development, enjoy. This is my second post.

The winged atrocity took flight, his giant, gnarled wings kicking up dirt and rocks in the process. Android Seventeen raised his organic hand into the air, a large orb of energy formed a few seconds later. With the monster still adapting to its new appendages, the android had been allotted the time he needed to focus the ki into a large disc of destruction. Satisfied with the raw power it emitted, the Seventeen heaved the disc at its target, the machine-hybrid quickly plummeted from the sky. The air whipped passed his dirty, tired face as he closed his eyes against the tormenting wind and sun. When his feet finally touched down on the earth, the cybernetic warrior?s gaze immediately went back up to mutant. Apparently its brain was smaller then Seventeen though, because the creature simply brought its tentacles forward to shield itself from the attack.

The android watched the disc tear clean through the thick tendrils and continue through the monster?s thoracic cavity. Blood showered down from the massive wound in the creature?s chest, and its severed tentacles hit the ground seconds after the ki disc vanished into the horizon. Android Seventeen watched the amputated tendrils jolt and convulse for a few brief moments, and then settle into the small pools of blood they had lost. Above the machine-hybrid?s head, the wounded mutant seemed to remain unaffected by the massive laceration in its chest. Even with its shredded and charred internal organs displayed for all to see, the behemoth refused to react to the damage it had suffered. For reasons he could not really comprehend, the machine-hybrid started to float up towards the motionless monster.

As he neared the immobile mutant, he noticed it was slowly trying to alter its anatomy to deal with the damage it had received. Inside its body, organs were being shifted and replaced, and severed vessels were struggling to seal themselves. The broken, torn layer of armored skin was bubbling along its edges. Seventeen created a ki saber and attacked his temporarily wounded opponent. With two powerful slashes, the machine-hybrid severed the thick, muscular arms of this massive adversary. The android, refusing to let up on his assault, drove the saber through the creature?s mouth. Letting out a guttural shriek, the mutating monster fell from the sky, his body falling faster then the blood that escaping him did.

Android Seventeen pursued his injured antagonist, slamming the heels of his animal skin boots through the mutant?s gasping lungs. The giant started to gag, but the now-dominant android quickly silenced him. Putting his hands on the sides of the dying creature, the machine-hybrid uttered a yell empowered by all the pain and stress the monster had caused him. With a final motion, Seventeen twisted the mutant?s head around and felt its spine twist and finally snap under his hands. Pulling up, the cybernetic warrior completely tore the beast?s skull from its body.

Seventeen watched new blood squirt from all the torn blood vessels in the deceased mutant?s neck. Bared bone was soon coated in a thick layer of blood, but for the android, who was now drenched in the blood of the creature, the day had been won. By slaying this abomination, the machine-hybrid knew that he had avenged Yajirobe. Even if the samurai did not die, the android figured he owed him it for ruthlessly murdering Piccolo Daimaou. Android Seventeen, still hunched over the headless corpse of the mutant, realized that he needed sleep desperately. Pulling his feet out from the mishmash of bone, skin, and organs that encompassed the slaughtered monster?s chest, the machine-hybrid started to scan for energy signatures with his scouter. Most of the sources of ki were all people the cybernetic warrior could recognize from earlier in the game.

With his immediate threat gone, the android was more determined then ever to get his vengeance against Brim. That stupid, legless monster had bestowed more suffering on the android in the course of a day then the Room of Spirit and Time had in an entire year. Now, however, the odds had shifted drastically in the favor of the competitors. Brim?s own Production Building lay in shambles a few yards away from the android, and the evil producer was now on the run from the stronger fighters on the asteroid. Even if the machine-hybrid could not kill the tyrant himself, he would make sure Brim did not escape the deathtrap that was Kala.

Seventeen started to walk into the distance when he heard something snap behind him. Turning impulsively, the machine-hybrid quickly noticed the scrawny scientist crawling over a pile of concrete and steel reinforcing bar. The man was obviously freaked out from the scene he had just escaped from, but he was even more scared when he noticed the giant, mutilated corpse several yards away from him.

?What did you do to X?? the scientist exclaimed, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. Android Seventeen stepped forward to intercept the man as he tried to dart over to the fallen mutant. The cybernetic warrior clenched his synthetic hand around the frail man?s neck and lifted him off the ground.

?Want to tell me who you are exactly?? Seventeen asked. Still desperately trying to escape the cold, metallic grip, the man refused to answer. Unwilling to bide his time when it came to interrogation, the machine-hybrid stepped forward and slammed the man into the side of the building. Stepping away from his fallen prisoner, the android repeated his question, ?who are you??

?Alright, I?ll tell you,? the man said between breaths, ?I work for Brim, he wanted me to create some expendable bodyguards with the ability to quickly adapt during combat to deal with the stronger competitors incase they got out of hand, but we only had one successful hybridization-?

?Hybridizing?? Seventeen screamed, ?Like at the secret wing of the hospital?the human experimentation didn?t stop there??

?Of course not, the natives on this asteroid have helped us with a lot of our projections, the cybernetics project was almost a breakthrough, but these people are so frail and genetically inferior. They simply would not accept the power we tried to bestow upon them, it seems that,? the scientist?s words were lost in the explosion of ki that claimed his life. When the dust cleared, Seventeen was still staring at the charred skeleton?his face still held the same, hate-filled expression. Turning away from the remains of the scientist, the android realized that he needed to sleep, at least for an hour or so. However, as far as Android Seventeen could see, the wastelands stretched on for miles in all directions. Turning back to the building, the machine-hybrid realized there was no way he could enter that structure. There was no telling how many zombies and mutants were still roaming and infesting its halls.

Peering into the distance, the android took to the sky and started towards a tiny, black dot on the sunrise. Seventeen hadn?t even made it a quarter of a mile when the spec suddenly vanished. Pausing suddenly, the machine-hybrid was overwhelmed by a gagging presence, and seconds later, a massive brute force knocked him unconscious. The last thing Android Seventeen saw before the blackness was the ground speeding towards him, or maybe it was the other way around? The thoughts were lost as the sudden burst of pain knocked the cybernetic warrior senseless.

As he spiraled into darkness, the android was soon lost among the flood of grayed images that clouded his mind. The first images he saw were two children, identical besides hair color and gender, frolicking in a playpen. Android Seventeen tried to draw a conclusion from the seemingly incoherent illustration when the panorama changed as fast as it had popped up. Now, the machine-hybrid was watching a lonely, black-haired boy cry in a dark alley. Unable to determine how old the child was, Seventeen watched as a robed figure approached him. The next images seemed to have occurred years after the last ones; a teenager was comatose on an operating table. The machine-hybrid finally noticed that this was the day he was transformed into a cybernetic being. A man, robed in light blue, was eagerly collecting some unidentifiable tools. The android could not believe what he was viewing?he would finally understand who had made him what he was. As soon as the man turned around, the identity of Seventeen?s creator would be revealed, and the android could track down who that man was when he returned to earth.

However, before any of his questions could be answered, the images shifted once more. Android Seventeen looked on his younger self practiced combat with an elderly man, and much to the disbelief of the cybernetic warrior, the old man beat the crap out of him. The memories started to fast-forward again, and now Seventeen was watching an older representation of himself wander the icy tundra of the planet. Eventually the android succumbed to the chill and was buried under a deep layer or frost. The next barrage of reflections was more recent events?Kooriza, Kirano, the Furiza Fiesta, Paige, Piccolo, all of the memories were easily distinguishable. Some were harder to watch then others, but no matter what he tried, the android was forced to view all the images his mind wanted him to.

Wake up, sleepyhead! The female voice shattered the flow of memories that littered the android?s unconscious. Seventeen groaned and opened his eyes to absorb the heat of the high sun. Yelping and shielding his eyes, the machine-hybrid rolled onto his knees and tried to regain his senses. Finally able to see clearly, the android slammed his fist into the ground. Even though there was a massive wound on the back of his cranium, the pain had opened the doors to a heightened knowledge of Android Seventeen?s past. Still, as soon as the answers had started to flow, they had abandoned the cybernetic warrior once again, and now the android had even more questions about his past before his confrontation with the changelings.

Standing up, Seventeen realized that he must have been unconscious for at least a few hours. The sun, which had only been rising when the android was awake, was now high in the sky. The machine-hybrid felt renewed, whatever knocked him out had opened the door for a few hours of peace, and for that the android was content. Android Seventeen shook all the questions from his mind, so that he could prepare for his next move against Brim. Somewhere amid the endless stretches of the asteroid, Friend or Foe?s producer was hiding from the carnage that was starting to consume Kala.

?You can?t hide from me for very long, you bastard,? Seventeen muttered beneath his breath as he took to the sky in pursuit of Brim.

***Bardock*** · 11-12-2005, 06:30 AM

Not long after the elder saiyan?s outburst, the others turned their attention to Jack?s associate. They focused where their attention was needed, one could suppose. The pirate was disposing of this interruption. Bardock uttered his words, and launched the false moonlight. It didn?t travel very far before hanging just below the ceiling, the sphere diffusing its metamorphic ambience, bathing the saiya-jin in white brilliance. His pupils absorbed the light, the invisible brute waves absorbed by his brain, awakening the primal matter that lay sleeping dormant. Even if the power ball were destroyed now, it was far too late to reverse the transformation.

?Who are you to come back to again!?? a guttural voice growled. ?And you! You! Who are you to delve into my past!??

The voice changed tone, back to the velvety voice of a Spaniard. ?Today, I lay my demons to rest. Round one?s mine.?

Raditzu and Eighteen stared at Jack, watching him launch himself at the monstrous creature. Amazing how the other fighter was completely out of the picture. That was exactly why he was going this now. His black pupils dilated, and his body began to convulse. It was now that the two not involved in fight glanced at his changing body. With the last shred of cognitive thought, Bardock capsulated his bloodstained bandana and scouter, the only two things not suitable for the change. Everything else was crafted by the finest cobblers of Vegeta-sei, able to withstand the enormous girth of a fully-grown Oozaru. Bardock?s body began to expand, his physique exhibiting all the classic signs of change. Except, however, when it came to his neck becoming enlarged. The metallic collar that ringed his neck was refusing to budge. It was too late to go back now, unless his tail was severed, but no one was paying close enough attention to spare an attack. The black-haired fighter dropped to his knees, clawed hands grappling uselessly at the collar. His voice was no longer his own, but the beastly rumble of the fiendish ape. A strangled snarl pushed past his lips, his neck too small to be accommodated by Brim?s toy. He was slowly suffocating. Bardock?s face, now sprouting fur, was also turning a deep shade of purple from lack of oxygen. The snarl quickly became a gasping heave, the respire sounding more and more animalistic. Fattening fingers tore at it, dirty nails scratching marks in the finely polished metal. If someone didn?t do something soon, he was going to die, die of his own stupidity for failing to take into account that maybe these collars didn?t expand. Brim would surely be clever enough to be aware of a saiyan?s ability to transform by moonlight, and be able to have a means of control. But suddenly, a light on the surface of the leash flashed green, emitting a beep. Enlargement capability was granted unto the collar, the strange metal able to adapt and conform to Bardock?s rapidly thickening throat. It wasn?t getting smaller or thinner, but it just grew as proportionally as the brawler?s body.

?We?ve got places to go and people to kick. Let?s get a move on,? Raditzu urged, patience wearing thin.

Eyes of pure white were replaced with red. His massive weight was unable to be contained by the floor any longer. Bardock?s ape-like figure was now far too small for the hallway. The saiyan had been far enough away from the other three that it didn?t really matter?yet. They were absorbed in the fight with that thing.

If this doesn?t get Brim?s attention, then I don?t know what the hell will, Bardock thought, the brainwork feeling a little fuzzy. He had full and complete control of his actions during Oozaru mode, but the cerebration took more effort, more concentration. Should he choose to surrender that control, Bar become nothing more than a wild thing, untamed by the evolutionary process.

If he managed to grab Brim?s attention, Kao would surely be close at hand. It was, of course, a huge risk, putting everyone else in the construction in danger. Anyone above or below could fall victim to a cave in, or worse. If Burter Junior was still in the production building, or Katel had wandered in?

Before long, the being that had haunted Jack fell forward, dead. Or he appeared to be as such. The battle seemed to have taken its toll.

None of them realized that they?d been awake on the godforsaken asteroid for more than a day. The fatigue was bound to be affecting them in some way or another.

But not Bardock. Not now.

The hallway rumbled as the support beams were being crushed by his enormous back.

?Do you think you could have done that outside?? Rad demanded, pointing out that they were in liable danger of having the building collapse on them.

?When I said ?kick the shit out of,? this wasn?t what I meant!? Eighteen chimed in.

?You?don?t?understand?? Bardock grumbled.

?What?s not to get, Pop? You?re going to squash us like waffles!? his son protested.

Bardock refused to say more. How could he make them feel what he felt? They could never.

Burter Jr · 11-12-2005, 05:39 PM

EVENT

Bardock is going Oosaru inside the building. I suggest those inside the building do their best to not get crushed.

Any other saiyans with tails will also transform.

**Android-18** · 11-12-2005, 11:42 PM

What had transpired was a simple event that could not be reversed in any sense. Bardock, for some unknown reason, had felt the need to ascend into that of a larger more primal form. His body would reach such capacity, meaning that his body would soon create destruction within the hall and the building. It took moments for the act of Oozaru transforming to register within the androids brain, she had actually only seen the event once or twice. Being the girlfriend of one meant little to nothing when it came to this monstrous ability; Raditzu preferred his less ape-like transformations. Of course, it was likely that the elder Saiya-Jin would have preferred that as well, but perhaps such power and ability was out of reach. The old man had cracked, and now they would possibly get in the way of his destructive path. She struggled to recall the dynamics of the beastly ability, knowing that a full moon or a false moon triggered the Saiya-Jin into this state. Only those with a tail?With a tail?It was at that moment, when they all stood baffled by the show of Bardock?s changing, she looked toward Raditzu with a look of dread. His fuzzy tail was wrapped neatly around his waist, as always, but that meant nothing. Any Saiya-Jin with a tail would become like this beast Bardock was becoming, if the sight of a full moon appeared, regardless of who they were.

?You idiot!? She roared as the metal around Bardock?s body screeched around them and tore with the sudden mass pushing against it. Likely he couldn?t hear her, or anyone, not only was the building about to be ripped from above, he was likely too into his transformation to bother understanding. Even if he had control over his Oozaru state, he seemed too lusting toward battle to care who or what was in the way. Would Raditzu be any different? She turned on him, seeing the signs of sudden struggle as he stared back. ?This is going to be real fun.? She sarcastically said while her companion began to suffer the fate of a Saiya-Jin. She had never seen him become this creature, maybe she didn?t want to. There was no point in contemplating it now, though, it was happening and she had no way to stop it. Even if there was a way, she had no idea what it was. She glared at the shining false moon above them, and then turned to Bojack. They seemed to share a knowing look, an understanding. Simply, they knew when it was a good time to get out of the way of danger, and that time was now. There was no time to stall, to watch the one she loved become a primal thing, or to see if he were in more control than his father. Bardock was nearly done, which meant they could soon become too dead to consider anything else.

?MOVE!? The android yelled and leapt over the dead carcass of the monster that had triggered this situation. She had taken a hold of the pirate-looking warriors hand and led him around the corner of the hall. The sound of the metal hallways tearing followed them as they made a retreat from the chaos. ?I don?t know what to do, we can?t get near them, but I can?t leave Raditzu behind, even if he is a big ape now.?

?Then we stay out of their reach, but keep them in sight.? His voice was like a spicy coffee, in a tone she had never really known. He was a strange one, that was for sure, but perhaps he had a point. Even as far down the hall as they were, she could hear the roaring of their primitive friends. It made the android shiver. If Raditzu lost control, there would be much destruction to this place. ?It?s likely that they?ll rip right through this building?? The android nodded, no matter the levels to this building, those creatures had to get out. What if they mistook each other for enemies?? That would not be a good thing.

?Damn it, Brim?? The android cursed. ?If you don?t do something, you can kiss your building goodbye.? She touched the collar on her neck. She had, for the moment, hoped that the collar on Bardock would have broken because of the change in his stature. He was a smart one, Brim; the collar had changed size to accommodate the ape transformation. Her thoughts were interrupted as an explosion erupted from the Saiya-Jin?s destination. She threw up her arms to shield her face as a plume of dust shot down the hall and against them. ?I think they found their exit.? She said as the dust settled and the sound of destruction ensued. If Bardock was looking for someone connected to this game, it was likely he would do it by damaging the building. Chances were that this place held some pretty expensive things. ?I think that Bardock is going to get that Kao persons attention by taking out the building from the outside?I don?t know what Raditzu is thinking, chances are he may be in control, and he may be able to stop his father?If we don?t get out of here, we?ll be crushed.? Already the walls around them shook and the lights flickered. They were too close to where the Oozaru were, and this would be the first place to be destroyed.

Using their speed and reflexes they dashed back down the hall. Debris and dust riddled the ground; she also noticed that the false moon was no longer within the hall. She took in the havoc, seeing that the ceiling and wall had been obliterated. The moon had risen with the new space having been opened and now shined low within the sky. The clouds rumbled and churned as if feeling the wrath of the beasts below. Would rain come again? It was likely that it would. They leapt from the hole and watched as Bardock gripped parts of the building and tore them off with ease. ?Where is Raditzu??? She questioned. The ground vibrated with his monstrous steps, she turned to see her transformed lover looming over Bojack and herself. She stared upwards into his primal eyes, wondering if he was sane or not. Would he crush them? Or would he try to stop Bardock? Or did he have a different agenda?? She was fast enough to dodge him if he did try to fight her, likely this form that he and his father were in was not as fast as they would want to be. ?Be on guard, Bojack.? She said to the man, they stood back to back, 18 raised her fists. ?If they attack us, we?ll have to move, I don?t want to hurt them. Maybe we should figure out how to get rid of that moon?? Or if they cut off the tails, somehow, but that would be something she could not do, not to Raditzu. She stared up at him, hoping that it would not come to a fight.

OOC: Sorry if I RPed ya?ll too much, but I wanna get the ball rolling. Bardock is trying to destroy the building to get Kao?s attention, while Bojack and I are on guard waiting to see what Raditzu will do.

Burter Jr · 11-13-2005, 07:20 AM

EVENT

"Look out!" Eighteen let out a warning scream as as and Bojack forced themselves back. Bardock slammed his massive fist into the side of the building, completely shattering where his fingers passed through.

"Jump!" Bojack lept off the building where Bojack left a hole, flying down towards the ground to avoid anymore of the destruction. Clearly Bardock didn't care what happened, so long as he got his fight.

Towering above the two figures were two giant apes, Raditzu and Bardock. One was demolishing the building with no mercy whatsoever.

But that wasn't the only problem. Eighteen and Bojack, still on the ground, hadn't seen it yet. But Raditzu could see from his towering height: An army. A dead army. A very family zombie army he had met several times already.

Two giant apes against an army of zombies.

The fun just never ends.

***Raditzu*** · 11-13-2005, 08:22 AM

So confusing?

Running down a hallway was enough on its own, Rad?s mind had plenty to process. Then they were ambushed by some? thing. Bojack seemed to take care of the beast in short order, but in the meantime, Bardock was going through some kind of mid-life crisis. It would have to happen now, wouldn?t it? The only thing that made any sense at all to Raditzu was some mention of Kao. Sounded like Pops had a score to settle. The long-haired warrior could respect the logic. You want to call someone out, you turn into a giant ape and start smashing stuff. It made perfect sense.

?What are you doing!??

The ?turn into a giant ape? part wasn?t sitting well with Raditzu. Unfortunately, he was far too late to do anything about it. The light of the small orb washed over Rad?s face, bathing him in a silver hue. His tail twitched, attempting to leap from its place around his waist. With startlingly immense willpower, Raditzu stayed his fifth appendage (perhaps ?sixth? would be more appropriate), though it produced no results. He could still feel something inside him slowly bubbling. Ancient, primal forces were slowly churning within the warrior. The legacy of his race was coming to bear, whether Rad wanted it or not.

Somewhere in the back of Raditzu?s mind, he was aware of movement? some other happenings. Maybe it was Bardock, maybe it was 18 and Bojack. That wasn?t his concern at the moment. Forcing his mind to focus, momentarily, he tossed his armor aside and, despite an odd look, pulled his pants off. More than once he had been caught in the wrong attire during a full moon. Nothing he was wearing had been designed to withstand the stress of this ridiculous transformation, but he would like to have at least armor to wear once he was done. The pants he could go with or without, they simply helped keep things in place when he needed to really move.

Putting concerns about his genitalia aside for the moment, Rad could feel his body shifting, bulging and, in general, expanding. A soft crunching emanated from the saiyan?s body as his skeletal structure slowly reconfigured itself. Fur burst through Raditzu?s skin, quickly covering his body in a light-brown coat. His long mane of hair turned the same hue of brown and actually receeded into the rest of his coat. Additionally, the hallway was becoming smaller at an alarming rate. Rad braced himself as his transformation forced his body through the metal confines of the small building. Well? small in a relative sense.

Maybe I should do this more often. Raditzu looked at his surroundings, idly, while broadcasting his thoughts for those in the immediate vicinity to ?hear?. This no pants thing is kind of liberating.

A loud explosion caught Rad?s attention. Though he knew what was going on, he looked over anyway. Bardock, who had already finished his transformation, seemed to be having fun making a mess of the building they had recently grown out of. Taking in a deep breath, Raditzu turned towards the main bulk of the building and released a massive beam of destruction. The blast cut a clean line through the building, eviscerating the metal, stone, concrete, and anything else that might have been in its way. A low, guttural booming echoed from Raditzu?s throat. To him it was just a light chuckle.

Hey, babe, can you hear me? Rad knew she could, though he thought it polite to ask. Could you see if you can find my armor? My pants should be somewhere down there, too.

The long-haired saiya-jin made a show of surveying the rubble around his ankle, as though he might actually be able to see the articles he had mentioned. While he had been surveying his surroundings, however, a sight caught his eye. A slow, shifting mass of grey and brown. It was slowly and steadily creeping forward, though Rad couldn?t quite make out what it was. He stared off into the distance while Bardock continued his rendition of a bull in a china shop. After a moment, and a long session of squinting, Rad could make it out. Zombies! This was fantastic!

Hey guys! Its zombies! Rad stretched a massive, furred arm in the direction of the lumbering mass.

Without waiting for an actual reply, the giant ape of a saiyan crouched low and tensed his legs. With a mighty leap, Rad was hurled through the air. The mass of armies was a bit bigger than he had expected, now that he could see it from the air, but that just meant more fun for the 80 foot tall primate. The asteroid shook as Raditzu?s massive bulk touched back on the ground. Unfortunately for them, several zombies happened to be occupying that ground. Oh well, live and learn. Rad began kicking his legs forward, sending zombies soaring through the air in what looked like some retarded version of a skank. Were he physically able to articulate it, the saiyan?s face would be lit up with child-like glee.

***Bardock*** · 11-14-2005, 02:11 AM

The transformation was complete. Utter destruction was at Bardock's fingertips, so he proceeded to do just that: destroy. It was all he was good for anyway. The decision to go Oozaru inside a building with other people in it was foolish and bullheaded, but Bardock was both of those things, so the weight of their consequences didn't really matter to him. This was the best he could do, not having the powers of a Super Saiya-jin flowing through his veins. Besides, a Super Saiyan couldn't create chaos this efficiently. What he'd failed to take into account, however, was that Raditzu would also transform, or any other saiyan who managed to get an eyeful. Ascended Super Saiyan regardless, he still had a tail. His initial protest had been made while looking away from the false moonlight, but when he too realized this was what would become of him, it was too late to do anything about it.

"MOVE!" Eighteen hollered, ushering Jack aside so neither of them would be squished under the mass of the two giant apes. No doubt she would be concerned for Raditzu. Bojack's mind had been elsewhere this entire time. Both of their opinions mattered little to the roughneck at this point. What did they know?

Granted, this was not a way to further any amicable relations with his son and his girl, but that was to be solved during the aftermath.

Bardock slammed a monstrous fist into a side of the building that hadn't become a victim of his "Hulk smash" mentality. Two tiny figures below him screamed, Bardock's augmented hearing able to perceive each syllable. Eighteen and Jack scrambled away from the debris and wreckage that rained down on them. Neither of them cared for his welfare, so for the moment, he had no compunctions about doing them the same in turn. Kao was all that mattered. Every punch, every kick, every beam of disintengrating light that he let loose from his mouth, had purpose. It was laughable how quickly he had gone from caring to complete lackthereof. He must've had more mood swings than a woman in his unstable state. At present, he just hated everything.

A tail thicker than a bridge cable flickered about dangerously, moving of its own volition. Bardock hammered his fist into what remained of the floor, digging out chunks of foundation. Suddenly, his crazed mind was playing tricks on him. The floor wasn't the floor, but it was really the face of someone else--pure delusions that were a manifestation of his bottled up memories.

The floor was Senken, proper, poised, and so self-involved. Then Bar's knuckles slammed into it, and Senken's face shattered like glass. The old namek was finally defeated. Bardock roared triumphantly.

Rubble of a wall he'd already leveled turned into Sharpe, the convoy commander's battle-scarred face sneering at him. The saiyan stomped on the rubble, crushing the illusion. Two down.

The ceiling didn't have enough holes in it yet. A section where the beams had managed to uphold their load was still standing. It became the face of Bebi. Little Bebi, just another person who had taken from Bardock anything he might have wanted. So the Oozaru leapt up and brought both arms swinging. The structure caved under his massive strength, bringing the walls of the next level crumbling down. The wreckage didn't faze Bardock in the least. Bebi was destroyed.

Yamu was next. Yamu stood for everything the saiyan did not. Bardock drove his fist into the veined human's visage, breaking the image. Four down.

Sharpe again. Damn him. He wouldn't die. A fist settled that. Yamu came back, unable to be lain to rest. Then Bebi. Their faces swirled in a maze of color, each one being silenced over and over again by the transformed ape. Finally, they would come back no more, the demons they represented slipping back into the ether of his mind. Brim came then. Brim's ugly face, just for killing Kakarotto. He was a bit trickier--he took several blows before his semblance would go away. The strangest thing was, that Kao never came. It was he who had pushed Bardock into taking this measure, yet his face never haunted the saiyan. Who was last was worse.

It was himself, the only person in his life he had never managed to conquer.

A young face of Bardock stared at the transformed ape, staring at him hard. The creature stopped then, momentarily pacified by this new development.

Raditzu was somewhere else, still pounding away, having the time of his life.

We all find ourselves someday, Bardock...

It was not his own voice that spoke from that face of illusion, but his father's. Was this it? Was this what his own old man had been talking about? Bardock was staring face to face with himself, finally able to resolve all that tormented him, all that he had brought upon himself. His leathery brown fingers reached out to touch the face that had appeared before him, reaching to his own salvation. His giant heart beat just a little faster, just a little more excited than before. All else melted around him, fading away to nothingness. Here it was: inner peace, if he could only reach it. Bardock had had to go crazy before finding it, and it was within his reach now. Just a little farther, and everything would be okay again. Everything would be alright...

Hey guys! It's zombies!

His son's voice ripped across the surreal environment, shattering Bardock's concentration. The face of Bardock shimmered and dissipated.

NO! the ape's mind screamed. His fingers lunged out, grasping nothing but empty air. Twin eyes of red narrowed, and a menacing jaw of fangs clenched. He'd had it. It had been right there.

With no other option left to him, Bardock looked towards the army of zombies. Three times had they brought chaos into the game. Kao's attention hadn't been gotten, and the zombies, unlike the building, could surely feel pain. In his present form, Bardock didn't mind causing a little pain.

**Android-18** · 11-14-2005, 12:09 PM

Her feet moved of their own accord, in a backward motion that resembled a stumble. She held up her arms in an attempt to keep her balance while the ground vibrated and shook beneath her. This was too much, why had she even bothered to worry? Raditzu was acting like an overgrown child, instead of taking the situation seriously. Bardock had seemed to care little of the non-saiya-jin?s, he could have crushed them if they hadn?t moved. Was he insane? Or was he really that bad of a person? To think she had tried to find comfort in him, now she regretted their short meeting. She dodged a piece of cement that tumbled from above. It smashed into the ground and caused shards to fly in all directions. The elder Saiya-Jin was wreaking havoc, smashing with no hesitance; it was all she could do to get out of the way. Meanwhile, Raditzu took off away from the building. She had heard his mental order, but screw him! He could take care of his own things, like she was going to go make sure his armor was safe while he pranced off to enjoy his transformation. It was just like him to be selfish. A part of 18 was beginning to feel like leaving, then, it wasn?t like any of them would notice?

She couldn?t let her mind make up the matter; there was a reason for the Saiya-Jin?s madness. More zombies, why were there so many? An army of them came from the distance, and her Oozaru companion crushed and swatted at them like they were nothing. A group of the undead came from around the towering beasts, they converged on the android as if she were fresh meat. Where was Bojack? He had seemed so absent. Was she the only right minded person here? The android cursed and raised her fists. It was then that Bardock let out a primal roar that almost broke her ear drums. He spun from the building; she had noticed that for a moment he had seemed calm. Now he glared with burning eyes toward the zombie army and Raditzu. Well, whatever had happened, at least he wasn?t glaring at her. He took off, most likely to kill some undead butt, while she was left to fend for herself. The android sighed visibly and took what the Zombies gave her.

Well, at least they weren?t smart. The only disadvantage was that it was one against many, and they were revolting. The first of the group came at her with groaning stumbling attempts at trying to harm her. Pathetic. She slammed a fist into the first creatures face, the force of it sent its body flying and slamming into it?s buddies. They got up slowly, but she didn?t wait. The android felt annoyed, bothered, why did she always get the uninteresting parts? She shot her arms out on each side, her face a look of hatred, annoyance. Her ki shot up, the ground beneath her feet rumbled. Power began to form within her palms, while the group of zombies tried to make their way toward her in a stupid stupor. She pulled her hands together and let the two small orbs form into one. ?I?ll kill you all in one shot.? She said and a smirk appeared upon her lips. The power fluctuated along her arms and flowed into the sphere between her palms. She yelled as her power continued to rise, and the attack grew in strength. ?Final Flash!? She cried and shot her hands forward. The ball of ki shot forward and enveloped the group of undead with light and destruction. The updraft from the explosion shot against her and she raised her arms in front of her face to protect her eyes. As it died down she fell to her knees, sweat dribbled down her face and her breathing came fast. She had put a lot into that attack, but why? They were just zombies. She sighed and closed her eyes. She was just mad, mad at the world.

The dust cleared, and a look of disgust filled her eyes. ?Don?t you bastards ever die?? She cried and pulled herself to her feet. Although she had completely obliterated the ones that had attacked her, more had come to replace them. It truly was an army. Was this Brim?s way of trying to torment them? Or to get more ratings? Quite frankly the game felt like it was taking a dangerous turn. The fact that he had dragged them all into a prison for no reason?Weren?t they supposed to find the reason for the war? Instead they were all fighting and having personal conflicts. She sighed again and took out he first of the dead figures to approach. She fought, because that?s all she could do. Her arms flew up like they were separate beings, doing what they?ve done for so long. The rotten flesh tore with every impact. Zombies fell to the ground around her like flies. How many could she kill? They surrounded her, grabbed at her, formed piles around her. Her heart quickened, and all she could see was the death and the rot. All she could smell was the putrid puss and decomposition. She fought harder, feeling claustrophobic. Something inside her built up, boiled beneath the surface. She let out a cry and her power shot out around her making both disposed and fighting zombies in all directions. She stood with her chest heaving, arms at her sides. Parts of her clothing was ripped, blood covered her arms and legs, both hers and her enemies. They may be undead, but they knew how to bite and scratch with what they had.

She cursed again, her long hair fell into her eyes. She could kill them, but not forever. When would that damn false moon go away? She felt abandoned because it had turned her companions into giant apes. Bojack was no where near her now; perhaps he was off fighting a different group of zombies. Her group was growing smaller, but they came on as if hardly affected by their losses. If she could just kill them?If she could just kill them all. She straightened up. She could do it, she?d suffered worse enemies before. She raised her bloodied fists once more, she could take it all.

OOC: I?ll be posting again in a few.

***Raditzu*** · 11-14-2005, 01:42 PM

What better for a giant, rampaging ape to come across than an endless army of mindless zombies? Rad sure didn?t know. With a wave of his hand he could send dozens of the little buggers spiraling through the air. Having attained not only, but two, Super Saiyan transformations, Rad had forgot the simpler joys of life: like towering above hordes of foolish zombies and stomping them flat. It really was something that more people should have the chance to experience. Maybe then everyone would understand why saiya-jin tended to be conceited pricks. It was hard not to when you knew that just about anyone could be reduced to the size of your big toe. Oh well, social pathology was not one of Raditzu?s strong points. A conclusion he came to as he slammed an open hand flat against a pile of clueless zombies. With a mighty roar, the saiya-jin proclaimed his victory over the goo on his hand that used to be shuffling about the land beneath him.

Now, as any experienced Saiya-jin knows, it is of utmost importance to find ways to keep one?s self entertained while ravaging your opponent unmercifully. While Raditzu had never been the most creative person at finding new ways to demolish his opponents, he certainly had the patience for little games played on the battlefield. Unfortunately, there were several that could not be done while in this giant ape form, but, on the other side of the coin, some could only be done as a wannabe King Kong. Rad had come up with one such game and was taking great pleasures in trying to beat his own personal high score.

Pull! He thought out to no one in particular.

With a swing of a massive foot, Rad punted a large group of zombies into the air. As they soared to the peak of their flight, the Oosaru inhaled deeply, his already expansive chest swelling further. As the undead hung in the air, ready to plummet back to the comrades they had so rudely been separated from, Rad exhaled a scorching beam of bad breath incarnate. The blast cut through the zombies, causing many to simply evaporate in mid air. Several others that had been (un)lucky enough to escape the path of the beam tumbled back to the ground below. Rad counted them as they fell, disappointed to see that he had let eight escape his wrath. He would simply have to do better next time.

?Final Flash!?

Rad?s ears perked up when he heard 18. Turning his head, he could see the androidess cut a swath through the ranks of the seemingly endless zombies. With large, booming steps, Rad approached 18, mentally wearing a wide grin. Reaching down, he very carefully plucked 18 off the ground with two massive fingers. Though she seemed surprised at the reaction, Rad?s state of mind was incapable of registering the subtleties of her body language. Rad reached up to his shoulder and set 18 atop it. He wasn?t exactly sure why he had done it? it just kind of seemed like a good idea at the time.

Look how many of them there are.

The nice thing about telepathy was that your mouth could be preoccupied with something else while you spoke. Like eating a waffle, or drinking a crisp, refreshing Jamaican lager, or firing a massive beam of utter annihilation at a lumber zombie about to be wiped from the face of an asteroid. Ah, the simple joys in life. After cutting a clean line through the army of living-impared soldiers, Rad was simply content to stomp around for a while, letting entrails of those below ooze out from between his bare, gorilla feet. In the back of his mind, Rad hoped that Bardock and Bojack were having as much fun as he was. More than likely, once Rad had reverted to his normal form, the primal bloodlust would fade, leaving him in a saddened, sober state; so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

***Bardock*** · 11-14-2005, 05:55 PM

Damn zombies. They were making a mess everywhere. Or, more specifically, Bardock was making them make a mess everywhere. Every time he brought a foot or a fist down, they made a nice squishy splat, the components of their lifeless bodies spraying everywhere in a macabre portrait of splatter art. The stench was almost unbearable to Bardock's sensitive snout. Their rotting remains were all over the place. Regardless, no one but a saiyan could truly feel the release that this mayhem brought. Mindless destruction was an unbelievable way to vent, and no matter what you did to zombies, you didn't feel bad.

Pull!

Raditzu was taking to the event with his customary glee. He took more enjoyment in the fight than anyone else Bardock knew. The saiyan's son was finding several creative ways to decimate the horde, reveling in the endless entertainment they provided. Whatever made you happy.

"Final Flash!"

Eighteen, however, was not so fortunate as to be able to transform into a giant ape. Unlike the two saiyans, she was being overwhelmed by sheer numbers, expending every ounce of energy just to keep them all off. Or was it something more? Maybe whatever had been on her mind earlier was still plaguing the android's consciousness. Her protector sensed her plight, and moved to assist her. Raditzu picked her up ever so delicately and plopped her on his enormous shoulder. Bardock watched as a number of the undead flailed uselessly against his impenetrable legs, completely ignoring them as if they were nothing but bothersome flies.

This isn't right...

The thought crossed his mind suddenly, something he'd never even imagined himself saying during a transformation. The change was natural, a part of him, almost as a mandate for a state of well-being. The guilt was coming back, a nagging thing that had been spurred by the much despised Brim. Jack was nowhere to be seen, very well possible that he had been overtaken in the throng of killer creatures. The fighter shook his huge head. Damn this guilt! He'd never met the pirate before, but the humanoid had sought his help, and he'd repaid her by throwing her to the wolves. A self-fulfilled prophecy. Once more, he'd turned on someone, and this time it didn't feel so good. Why should they care about him? Bardock had given them no reason to. His blood-red eyes gazed upward at the light of the false moon. It wasn't nearly close enough to the time for its luminescence to fade. He could extinguish the light himself, make things right again. But then where would they be with the zombies? There were still too many of them for four, if not three, to handle. A gesture that was unusual for the Oozaru, Bardock clasped a hand over his face, shaking it again. What should he do? He'd made a mess of things. Raditzu was loving this, but that didn't mean the saiyan had a right to make such an influential decision for the others. It was hypocritical of him; he hated when others had that much power over him. When did everything get so confusing? They'd been so clear a moment ago, when the blood wrath had seized his mind. The purebreed was perfectly capable of acting rationally, but this place tempted him so much to just let the beast free. Was this Brim's doing, again? Ha. Even if it was, Bardock still didn't care. Still didn't want anything to do with the mutilated producer. All he wanted was Kao. And if...and if that meant going back to the way things were, going behind the curtain again and letting everyone ignore him...then so be it. The damage was done. There was nothing more to commit. The production building was in ruins.

Bardock reached for his tail with the intent to rip it right from its root, then stopped. He would pay his penance when the zombies were annihilated. Android 18 would not be happy with him, nor the demonic Jack. Raditzu wouldn't care. Did he ever?

The saiyan dipped low and swung his arm, wiping out several columns of the dead things. It was easy as clearing dust off a counter. He'd make things right again. He hadn't meant those two harm, they just...

Well, he didn't even know anymore.

OOC: Numero tres.

Burter Jr · 11-14-2005, 08:36 PM

END OF ROUND

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Gunshots.

"The false moon!" Bojack yelled, pointing up. Someone had literally shot it down. But how? And with what? And from where?

More and more zombies were moving forward, and the two saiyans began to gradually shrink to their normal sizes. When Raditzu could speak, he made no attempt at hiding his disgust for reverting back to his normal form.

Sudden, a white light in the direction of the watchtowers. Horrible screams from the undead beings, and they quickly began to scatter away.

-----

Robert had killed Bido. That was his mission. But Brim had hired him for much more. He was going to fulfill his end of the bargain.

His crosshairs moved over the four beings as they discussed what to do next. Robert had been warned about the long haired one, so he chose not to eliminate him. The others were a saiyan, an Ader, and an android. He had to be careful who to pick. Pick the one that would cause the least trouble for him.

His sniper rifle picked it's target. Then it fired.

Quote:11. Bojack - DEAD
19. Bardock - Wins Battle Visor

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