Vegita-sei: Festival of Virility

[Raz]

Against a black sky and barren background stood a dark giant luminating over the small serene village at the base of its monstrous feet, cowering in the wake of its pure size and shadowed crevices concealing pathways to glory and disaster. Within the distance the rush of light seeped over miles of space to glance off brown stone, polished marble, and sparkling onyx as the massive stadium glazed over in the gentle immortality that forever bound its walls together. An exalting blast sounded from high above... in the grand stands, positioned on the tallest point in the arena was an enormous horn decorated in a rich history of Saiya-jin kind depicted in engravings upon its side. From inside the large archways around the outside of the coliseum a vibrant color of light shown to diminish the umbra from the darkest chasms, lighting up the streets down below throughout the small town.

All throughout the burg rang the low blows echoing forth from that single horn as the empty homes and houses resided in nothing more then mere silence. There was a life that breathed a heavily misted fog into the desolated ghost town; coming from the large city square there was a certain atmosphere beginning to lift that caused a warm glow to fill where the shadows fought for refugee.

Torches became lit all at once, precisely at the same timing as men, women and children all stood in a large circle within the city square. In the center of their perimeter stood twelve people in unique to the rest; dressed in an attire specific to their gender, they appeared to be dancers... all standing with the back of their wrists pressed against the other out in front as they were ranked together in a box formation, each with an approximant five foot space between one another.

Slowly the horn blasts silenced... still standing in position, the danseurs and danseuses eased themselves forward only to rotate their abdomens about in a complete circle in sync with one another. From a far side of the circle came the calling rhythm of a stringed instrument which received the dancer's attention in the form of swaying towards the direction of the music, installing the idea that they moved against a sea filled with waves yet maintaining an elegant appeal. Directly opposite from where the first began to play came the call of a wind instrument, the stringed one silencing as the troupe began moving towards the call of the second. A now awestricken crowd looked on as the first began playing again; speeding up with exact speed, the performers moved swifter with a sense of danger rotating about them.

Another instrument joined from behind, accelerating the group even further till another from the front sent them into a fury of movement enough to subdue the mind into a dream. Darting forward in their dance, they all maintained ranks before strifing to their left, then right, falling back before breaking into an in-place spin. Halting suddenly as the palms of their left hands planted themselves firmly down in front of them as their legs kicked out into a beyond shoulder length stance, pushing up from the ground suddenly back onto their feet. Moving as a single unit, the group's right arms shot into the side with the left hands holding tight to their wrists as ki blasts dressed in blue aura bolted into the sky only to erupt in a flurry of small sparkling pieces which filtered down into a cheering crowd.

Lights from all around fired themselves awake as if that single act had been the ignition for them, revealing the millions of carts and their vendors... tables filled with foods of all kind... people of all races, faces, and places all celebrating as a large sun lifted into the sky above. The very first ceremony had begun for the game's tournament which would be getting underway soon enough, but for now there would be celebration as the festival flickered with an undying flame. Music played throughout the town while the public from all planets gathered to enjoy themselves for once in a long while.


(Celebrating both vigor and raw strength of the competitors, the Saiya-jin people have prepaired a large feast and an exceptional aray of interesting booths from other planets to browse through. Eat, drink, and enjoy the oncoming new year as well as the soon-to-be tournament.)

[Zarbon]

Zarbon watched this pity tradition of the saiyan race with a sneer. "God...can we just get to the main event?" The transformer thought frowning. He just wanted to get to the matches so he could do what he came here for. To play this game called 'Breakball.' At least there was alot of food to keep him busy for the next little while. He waited and watched as time went by ever so slowly.

The mutant munched on an apple as he watched the sunrise. He leaned against the table. "This is such a bother." He said. "They could at least have a few attractive dancers. And no one here has any style." Zarbon took another rough bite out of it. "So very primative. Hopefully this will all be over soon so we can actually do this."

"Maybe this would be better with some company." The transformer looked behind him and saw empty seats. "If we can't have the name 'Team Zarbon' then they could at least be here so we are more then 'Zarbon!'" He sighed a moment before continuing to eat his apple.

It was going to be a long day.

OOC: This is the worst post I've ever written. But its done. So there. Damn promises...

[Super Buu]

"And now presenting, the one, the only ... Rrrrrrubber maaaaan!"

The shout rang out across the crowd, causing a few people to turn their heads in confusion, seeking the source of the noise. A few of the saiyans burst out laughing as they saw the strange pink humanoid, standing at the front of a podium next to an announcer, flashing double victory signs and grinning widely. With a flourish, he pulled off an oversized purple velvet cloak and threw it into the crowd. It fell on the stone floor.

"Coming to you from the puuuullanet Puttalin, give it up for ... SUUU-PERRR BUUUU!" yelled the announcer enthusiastically, holding the microphone in his right hand as he raised the pink monster's giant arm in his left. The Majin wore a look of bemusement for a second, then turned to the agent, crouching slightly to whisper something in his ear.

"Why aren't they cheering?"

The announcer took a step back, mopping his brow fervourishly with a hankerchief. "I - I'm sure they'll come around ... once they see you in action."

"They better," growled Buu in the man's ear. Standing up to his full height again, he looked over the crowd, and something caught his eye. He quickly hopped off the podium and started making a beeline for one of the tables, using his thick arms as people-paddles. The announcer quickly saw where the pink monster was heading, and set off after him, squeezing through the crowd with 'sorry's and 'excuse me's.

He reached his sponsored player and tried to tug at his shoulder, unsuccessfully. Running around, he put himself between Buu and the food. "Slow down big guy! If you eat that fast you're going to have indigestion before the big game!"

"I'll eat what I want!" declared the pink monster, brushing aside his agent with a finger. "My stomach is like, a whole 'nother dimension!"

The man picked himself up from the floor, brushing the dust off his suit. As he watched the Majin gorge himself, he realised how hungry he was himself, and reached forward a tentative hand. "Can I?"

"No!" exclaimed Buu, spitting out half-chewed lumps of some exotic saiyan dish. "Find your own damn table!"

The agent sighed and turned away. "I should have stayed back on Earth ..."

OOC: Come on guys, get posting!

[Piccolo Daimoun]

"Thats it Daimoun! We're getting rid of you!"

Piccolo Daimaoun had finally be caught. After days of running away, the want for him to leave was too much. Getting pounded by about three hunters, he lost conciousness and slammed the ground. Grunting in pain, the jade Namekian stopped moving.

"What do we do with him?" One asked, turning to his companions.

"He's not worth anything anymore..." Another said, bowing his head in thought.

"I've got something," The final one said, baring his teeth in a devilish grin. Grabbing the elder Namekian under the armpits and hoisting him in the air, he began dragging him to the nearby capsule corparation. It wasn't very far away in the city.

Getting there, one man stopped to 'persuade' the receptionist to let them through. The other two held the emerald Educator up while they man handled him towards the teletubes. Laughing darkly, they shoved him into one of the vacant tubes.

They conversed on what planet they should maroon the Slug like Alien on. "What about Namek?"

"Idiot! He's a Namekian...he'd be right at home...Vegeta would be better, the Saiyans would rip him apart..." Hoisting him into the tubes, they chuckled to themselves as they entered in the destination.

In a flash, Piccolo Daimoun was teleported away to the alien planet Vegeta-sei. Falling out of the tube on the other side, he collapsed on the ground. Glancing upwards, he noticed that some kind of party was going on. He started to wonder what a Teletube was doing here.

Sluggishly rising to his feet, the jade Namekian looked at all the food around him. One figure managed to stick out; a big pink creature gorging himself at a table. Seeing someone walk over to him, he heard them say, "Oh good, the leader of one of our teams is here...which one is it?"

"Dunno, but lets get him ready...Mister...Kiln?"

"Uhh..." Piccolo said to himself before continuing, "Yes thats me, set me up."

Walking off, another green creature fell from out of the tube. Looking around, another man walked up, "And your name is?"

"I'm Kiln, Olo Kiln."

"Uhh...sir...excuse me..." The man walked off, and quickly consulted one of the guards in the area. "This guy is saying he's Kiln, but we just got one. Can you...remove him?"

"Sure thing," The guard replied, walking over while slowly moving his hand to the club clipped onto his belt.

(Ooc: Lovely...I'm in.)

[Raz]

Within the frenzy of the celebration the crowds had begun to shift, shops pulling tight as the mob moved their way through wide arches of the stadium and up the massive stairways into the colliosium. A wide variety of elaborately decorated tapestry hung from high above along the roofing and outter walls of the massive structure as a bellow of voices now filled the inner halls, replacing the once emptied seats now with an active occupation as what seemed like millions filed in to fill rows with bodies. A low hum issued from either side of the stadium as two generators began flarring to life, initiating an almost indigenous way of life as non seemed preoccupied with the sturring of the beastly machines less the youth of the crowd. Finally a blast of electricity fired between either apex now glowing with a red hot power, connecting in the middle of the large field to form a vibrant rotating monstrosity of energy before the clutter expanded alike to a child's toy balloon.

Bullet shots from various points around the dome's meridian echoed in repetition of one another, a six shot max that left waverying holes that quickly filled on the outside of the liquid appeal Bol-Strijd. Inside expanded a large, medium, and small sphere at either end as the look of a 'professional set-up' was indeed one to pick up on at a glance.

Finally the monumental sphere solitified now ready for the impending use of this feral game, alas the look of an elegant design still was apart of the scene thanks to the cultural installation the various planets had provided the hippodrome with. Aloud a speaker echoed as if sounding from every reach of the planet.

"Let the games begin..."

(First round starts in half hour, I'll decide how long it'll last. No questions asked.)