Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups and Pre-Show Information

[Burter Jr]

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On every planet in the North Quadrant, sign-ups have been opened. An attendant will take your name and personal information, then take some pictures and ask you to show some of your fighting abilities. These pictures and videos will used to show the viewers who is participating.

Your character will be told that only 44 will compete, on an island on the planet Dante, and that's it. The rest will be disclosed until later

The viewers will have a large say in who is selected, so impress them!

After you've signed up, the attendant will direct you to the nearest tele-tube, which will whisk you away to the meeting grounds for DA.

At the meeting grounds, roleplay your character roaming in the specified areas. Make sure you talk to people and use the discussion forum to arrange a meeting. On the 22nd, sign-ups close and we'll move into the next phase.

Your roleplay to sign-up must be at least 300 words, like any other roleplay. Don't over-do it because I don't want to read 10849275 pages this early. Put the planet you signed-up from in the roleplay, just for the sake of logic.

If you're dead, you can't sign-up. The exception being those on King Kai, as the Kai can put in a good word for you and have you revived, and then returned at the end of the game.

Because of the surprising early sign-ups, you can continue roleplaying your normal activities until the game begins on the 29th, even after you've signed up. Just fluid time.
Questions go in the discussion forum

[Toshiro]

Simplicity was never onw of Gohan's fortays. As he made his way though a slowly ammounting crowd, he managed to make out the simple figures that where often known for torny rep's. He never had a taste for them, but he knew from the instant he saw a band on their arm showing what they where for.

"That time again huh?" He smirked as he wormed his way forward towards them. Reaching the front, he grabbed ahold of one of the registration forms and began to fill it out simply. Handing it over to one of hte patrions they nodded and looked him over.

"Before process, we must inform you that this tornament will only be held for 44 people, and will be located on a remote island on the planet of Dante, do you, the particiapant, understand and aknowledge this, and you are here by bound to the subjects of the terms and conditions which we, the representatives, and may change them as when we need to should we see it fit. Do you understand?"

The representative had lost him after the location. He knew it. It was back to Dante, one hell of a planet for a world of fighting. He nodded his head with a grin and the rep nodded in return before pointing him off to a teleportation system set up my CC.

[Android 17]

Seventeen strolled down one of the countless, twisting hallways located within the depths of Lord Vine's Jade Palace. Paige's slender hands were loosely clasped around his waist as the two of them aimlessly cavorted across the polished, marble tiles. The training recently had been extremely taxing upon the machine-hybrid, and because Super Buu was so far ahead, the android rarely saw the pink monster except whenever Vine decided to invite over dignitaries. Despite his own laziness, the cyborg still managed to endure the random tasks that his hybrid sensei decided to throw at him. Furthermore, Paige always seemed to brighten the mood even as she began to slip into a strange state of dismay: Her mind constantly went blank, and from time to time, she would just explode in frustration. The result was always new holes and scorch marks across the chambers of the palace.

The pair slowly rounded another corner, and the android immediately recognized that they had looped all the way back around to one of the mansion's lobbies. Near the center of the room, a woman stood amid a plethora of posters, machines, and avid fans. Emblazoned upon a wooden sign above the makeshift stand was a sign that read, in crimson block letters, 'Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups.' Paige's hands fell away from Seventeen's hips as she took a step toward the booth. Via prodding and pushing, the machine-hybrid made his way through the tiny crowd and up to the front of the sign-up stand. The lady behind the counter immediately raised her head and stared at the android with a pair of chilling, gray eyes.

"Would you like to participate, kid?" She said, the words struck the android with a bit of surprise since the attendant didn't seem to be much older then he was.

"What exactly is Dante's Abyss?" Seventeen asked, eying the sign hanging above his head. The woman working the booth scoffed as she pulled up a small clipboard. She shoved it across the counter and dropped a pen on top of the single sheet of paper clipped to the board. Then she picked up a tiny digital camera plugged into a nearby apparatus and took a quick picture of the android.

"It's tournament that takes place on an island located on the planet of Dante. Forty-four combatants will be entered, so if you think your the right kind of material, you need to fill out this form. I'll also need a short clip of your fighting skill. Based on your build, I wouldn't really expect you to make it passed the preliminaries," his pride wounded by the woman's stinging words, Seventeen quickly snatched up the ball-point pen and scribbled down the all of the personal information. When he filled the form out to its fullest, the machine-hybrid shoved the clipboard across the counter and smirked at the woman. "I need a clip of your fighting skill," she said, her face contorted into a hateful frown as she flipped a switch to activate the camera.

Turning sharply, the android swung a fist at the nearest gawker, flooring the man without the slightest exertion of strength. The sudden attack triggered the other Dante's Abyss hopefuls to spring upon the black-haired cyborg without a moment's hesitation. Seventeen hopped from the tile floor, kicking to each side and effectively reducing the size of the group from four to two. The two men who were still standing took off down the nearest hallway, running as fast as their legs would carry them until two well-aimed ki blasts sent them crashing to the floor. The android turned around to see that a teletube had been opened next to the sign-up booth, but just as he was moving toward it, Paige stepped into his path.

"When I was a whitelighter, I lost one of my charges to this contest," the green-skinned woman's eyes were wide with fear. "I don't want to loss you as well, and don't you remember what happened in the last game you competed in?" Stepping forward, the machine-hybrid pulled Paige close to him and kissed her for a brief moment. Gently pushing her away, he stepped into the apparatus and nodded to the woman. Turning his gaze back to his former whitelighter, he flashed her a warm smile.

"It will be fine," he said soothingly. "I have an urge to compete in this...to prove myself. Call it a guy thing if you want, but I want to do this," when his excuse ended, the door of the teletube slid shut, and the machine-hybrid was consumed in a white flash. His destination was clear: Dante's Abyss, but the question that burned in his mind was whether or not he still had it in him to participate in another "game."

OOC: w00t, I finally got a roleplay up. I hope I have everything there that you need, Burter Junior.

[Banned Dana]

A wispy wind came bellowing down from the north, bringing with it a small yellow flier. Giving the notice a once over, two words stuck out like a sore thumb, Dante?s Abyss. The tournament was up and running once again. It had been the first time he had taken a mans life and at the same time, the first time he had died. Back then he was a weakling, but now, he had powers. Smirking, Thirteen made his way over to a small booth just up the street, he was quite aware of what it was.

?Move.? Shouted Thirteen as he pushed two smaller men out of the way, finding a smaller woman at the table.

?Thank you sir, them gentlemen were quite the distraction.? Smiled the small woman. ?Are you interested in joining Dante?s Abyss? This year, 44 contestants will enter an island on Dante, but only one can win, I?m sure you?ve seen the games before. All that I require is for you to fill out these releases and I need a picture of you and a profile of your fighting techinque.?

Thirteen bent over and scribbled down his information on the releases and stood, allowing the woman to take a few snap shots of him. Motioning for the droid to follow, she brought him over to what looked to be a boxing ring, but on the inside it had a strange tree-like object in the center of the ring.

?Destroy the limbs as quickly as possible.? Instructed the woman. ?Go.?

Before she could blink, three limbs had been completely torn off by the droids bare hands. Four more went rather quickly by a destructo disk, and a small Shouden eliminated the rest. Impressed with the droids ki display, the woman had everything she needed. Motioning towards some teleportation tubes, the woman left Thirteen alone.

It was game time.

[Hellfighter 17]

?Sakura!? shouted the hell fighter, fighting against the arms that were holding him back. They?re claws dug slightly into his skin, nearly puncturing the synthetic material. His little girl was in his sights?he could see her. Her face was right in front of his, but with another kick and a wincing of his eyes, she disappeared upon reopening, making him realize she wasn?t there.

?You bastards!? he cried, gritting his teeth anxiously, ?bring me back my daughter!? One of the insects punched the android in the stomach, causing him to heave over the epicenter of the attack and to let out a low cough. His pitch grew with each successive cough as he regained his former lung capacity everso slowly. The bugs ignored him like he was beneath them all; they wanted the cretin out of their eyesight before they?d kill him, which was not within their right to do?yet.

With a flash of his eyelids, the hell fighter caught glimpse of his hybrid companion, who was going through the same routine as he. Trunks was more insulted by the way the creatures were handling him. He did not like them dragging him along and clawing at his expensive clothing, which also looked good on him to boot. Seventeen was concerned about his daughter moreso than his appearance, which explained his weariness to how he was being treated, but the saiya-jin saw it as the greatest insult, especially considering the ominous presence he could bring to a battle.

The black-speckled creation was no where near to be seen to his latest comrades. Their brains were not able to come to this conclusion yet, as they were in the midst of trying to escape conviction, but things seemed bleak. ?Just let me see my daughter,? croaked the android, forcing back a swelling in his throat which was part emotion and part blood. His will was not enough to overcome the repulsion that the clot of blood had for the cybernetic body. Strands of the blood broke off and went in random direction, attaching themselves to the arlians.

The insects became more fueled with anger at this event, but they had to suppress the urge to kill the humanoid?he was meant to stay alive for the time being. Trunks was not releasing any cries other than that of ?Let me go, freaks!? with not much emotion save anger put into his words. There had been worse situations he was put in, and it appeared that they did not want to kill them, which could be taken as a sign for the good or for the bad, depending on your choice of view. The hybrid was a little bit of both, being methodical he tried to think of all possible routes, and he would just have to hope for the positive one.

?Time to say good night,? announced one of the guards, throwing their fist full force into the hell fighter?s stomach. The rest of the gang stopped to commence in the beating. One of the smaller arlians grabbed the back of the android?s head with a fist full of hair, almost ripping each strand out of the scalp. The hell fighter winced at this, but his right eye was already shut because of massive swelling that surrounded it. He could no longer tell which bodily functions were acting up?he was fairly certain that something was coming out of his mouth, but he was not able to detect the substance?he was beginning to malfunction.

The lack of control fueled the android somewhat, bringing forth a rush of adrenaline. His body was basically numb, but he was able to force limbs to start to fight back. The bugs were initially shocked at the newest circumstance. No ki erupted in the struggle, but many punches were thrown, especially from the android. The fight was already lost, but he had to fight back. After an uppercut to the largest bug, the others tackled him at once, and started beating on him until he was unconscious.

The arlians heaved to pick up the hell fighter and shoved them into the teleportation tube, laughing as they watched blood pour from his ear. One last word was said to the android on the planet, and only he could hear it.

Bye, daddy.

[Old Janemba]

The Ader smirked, reminiscing. Dante?s Abyss, he thought with bitter appreciation, brought out the best in me. But the bitter tinge came with remembering how it?d ended for him. What is it with people and blowing me up?

He looked around, eyes shifting from the numerous people roaming the streets, their faces drawn or they?re minds uncannily absent, to the buildings with their graying facades like so many wind-washed stones. He sensed powers about, but to what extent he did not know, as those senses had been robbed of him by a dead hibernation. Jack hadn?t been much stronger when he?d entered in the past. Anyways, he figured, old king kai probably misses me anyway.


The Ader sparked a cigar and strode into the throng of people, wading toward the sign-up booth. He had to stoop low, to nearly half his height, to speak to the man behind the booth who looked up at him with a bored grimace.

?Name and registration?? The man with the pencil thin mustache said, ?We?re going to need to see some credentials too. Only forty-four participants this time around.?

So this is what it had come too. Had he really fallen so far from grace? ?The name?s Jack,? he said in a muffled, weary voice. ?Space Pirate extraordinare?? The man regarded him with that same blank stare. Jack sighed. Fuck. ?Alright.? He said, mildly exasperated. ?Gimme something to kill Johnny.? The man?s name, could?ve in fact, been any number of things other than Johnny, but it was simply what the Ader felt fitting.

The man, with his slicked back, perfectly parted hair melodramatically motioned for him to step around, a Fuck you smile stretching from one side of his face to the other. Jack paced around, following the man through more crowds, past many fighters, and stopped abruptly before a ringed platform. ?Wait a moment,? he said to Jack, ?there?ll be more hopefuls soon.?

He nodded, eyes flickering up to the passing clouds. Why am I here? He wondered, and even as he asked the question the answer was on his lips. Because when you?re dead inside there?s nothing left but trails. Perhaps it was the physical aspect of it, that tore his mind from memories.

?Ah. Here comes one now.? The registrar commented, pointing. His opponent came up to his abdomen, and wore a yellow gi with some undecipherable symbol stenciled across the back. His head was shaven and monk-like with a few dots tattooed in an arrangement on top. He walked with a sort of egotistical throwback of his shoulders, and smiled fiercely even as he saw the Ader, looming above the rest of the crowd. Jack caught his eye, frowned, and looked down at the weasely man with the mustache.

?That?s it?? Jack asked. ?Him? I?m going to tear this kid apart Johnny boy.?

?Then let?s see it, eh?? The man gave him another one of those looks, the kind that?d make anyone wanna clock him one, and Jack turned a graceful back flip into the ring without another word. There were bloodstains on the canvas, and rips here and there. The registrar was filling in the monk, who didn?t seem too impressed with the gymnastics. They want a show, eh? He chewed on a smoldering cigar thoughtfully. ?Hey Johnny boy!? The man turned from the monk, interrupted and scowling at the title. ?Can I kill em?? He asked casually, to which the man replied with a toothy grin.

?We encourage it.?

And with that the monk leapt into the ring. ?You?ve far underestimated me big boy,? the monk started. ?If anyone dies here it won?t be me. I?ve trained longer then you?ve been more than cumstain on some alien panties.? What a monk, Jack thought, and chuckled. The truth of this remark seemed to be reflected in his brown eyes as he sized the Ader up, or what he thought to be the truth of it. ?That so?? Jack asked.

?Sure enough.? The monk replied. Jack flicked his wrist, flinging a baseball sized globe of ki at him. He saw it coming, swatted it aside easily enough, and it crashed into a jeering crowd throwing a lesser human into the air. Still, it had made the right impression, he saw, in the monk?s eyes. Jack, still smirking with cigar hanging from his lips, made an obscene gesture with one hand and motioned for the bald fighter to bring it on with the other.

He came quick, but nowhere near as fast as Jack had encountered before, and he side stepped the man easily enough, flicking his wrist and to throw aside one of the weak punches. He hit the ropes, turned and used the momentum to spring him back toward the Space Pirate, who evaded him once more. ?Ya got nothin?.? Jack taunted.

The monk roared, spinning with his leg extended in a hooking fashion but again, struck air. He could smell nicotine and fetid breath, and heard laughter. A strong hand, Too fucking strong! he thought, and it was his last, gripped his shoulder and spun him round. The Ader spat his cigar out, caught it up with his free hand mid-air and stabbed it burning tip first, six inches into the monk?s head with a pop like someone stepping on an under-ripe grape. He held the bald man there a moment, then let him drop to the canvas.

?Ey Johnny boy! That do ya?? The registrar nodded unflinchingly. This was, of course, a messy business. If he turned green every time someone got stabbed in the eye with a cigar then he wouldn?t be much a spokesman for Dante?s Abyss at all.

OOC: I'm thinking I covered the entry.

[Tobias]

"I need a bloody camera!" The Wallmart cashier glanced down at the tips of green ears that were apparently screaming at her. A nice, long, drawn out sigh parted her makeup caked lips.

"You, like, want customer assistance." She went back to filing her nails.

"I don't care what you think I want woman!" the ears bobbed in agitation, "Give me a camera!"

"You're holding up the line sir." The woman let out another sigh and twirled strands of her blond hair around a now thoroughly filed finger. She saw the two ears jerk as Garlic Junior looked behind him. All that greeted him was a shelf of Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

"There is no line!"

"Mmm?"

"I SAID there is no line!"

"Will you be buying anything?" The girl asked the ceiling, her pretty blue eyes enjoying the support bars holding it up.

"Yes, you whore; a camera! NOW!" She held out one of her manicured hands. It took a moment for the goblin to realize she wanted him to give her the camera.

"I'm the one that buying the thing, Ditz! Unless you enjoy having your jugular ripped out fork it over!" At this point a furry man walked over stroking his blue vest of authority.

"Is there a problem?" Garlic bared his fangs and jabbed a stubby finger at the newcomer.

"Yes there is. I need a camera."

"You're going to want customer assistance." Leaving no time for a reply the man walked away. Garlic was surprised to find he wasn't even angry. He was beyond anger at this point. He acted now with cold, calculated fury. Not a single twitch of movement could be detected by anyone: even the security guard peering at the live video feed over his chilly dog took a moment to notice that all of the sudden both the man and woman were laying in a pool of their own blood.

"CAMERA!" came the goblins shriek filtered through the speakers. Half eaten hotdog fell out of the guards open mouth. Fissures ran up and down that Wallmart's floors as Garlic began his violent search for a means to take his picture. If the cracks did anything good they provided a place for all the blood to drain.

Not long later he stood on a pile of rubble grinning into the lens of a brand new Polaroid camera. A few flashes later and in his hands he held the photographs. He supposed he might have tidied up a bit, you know, cleaned off the splatters of blood that decorated his body and stuff like that, but he wasn't all that fussed over it. Now for that video...

"Aha!" He grabbed a security camera that had survived the carnage and ejected the tape. Perfect.

He was a whistling bundle of happiness incarnate all but skipping into the DA sign up office.

"Here you go my good man! My pictures and my video!" The bespectacled assistance gave him a blank look.

"We do both right here. To prevent tampering you see." Silence. Garlic looked at the items in his hands and almost saw the aura of violence and hate from which they were spawned.

"Oops. Oh, well. Lets do that then."

"Er... all right. Pictures there," pointed with his pen at a man taking snapshots of a Namek, "video there..." he gestured towards a room where some pathetically slow humans attempted martial arts, "And when your finished, teletubes over there." He was glad to be on the tubes and out of that area quickly. The police always seemed to yell when he punished uncooperative humans.

[Spencinator]

"OF COURSE I'M ENTERING!" Screamed Panbuukin as he used every ounce of his breath to shout as loud as he could. The woman giving out the registration forms, was cowering in utter fear of the paunchy saiyan.

"But s-sir, in your condition, you might over exau-"

'Buukin's eyes bulged, as his pupils began to turn red with anger, his entire head was shaking with rage.

"NOW LISTEN HERE, AND LISTEN GOOD, I'M SIGNING UP FOR THIS DAMN THING, WHETHER YOU THINK IT'S BAD FOR ME OR NOT!! NOW GIVE ME THAT DAMN REGISTRATION SHEET, OR YOU SHALL FACE MY ANGRY WRATH, GRAWW!!!"

His growl was multiplied in volume, as the registraitor, with her hand's shaking like a leaf in the wind, handed 'Buukin the form, and he quickly snatched it away from her, sneered, then began filling out his personal information, like a bull in an angry mad dash.

"Here!"

The obese saiyan flung the form towards the registraitor, and she attempted to catch it, but it was a failed attempt, as it smacked her dead on in the face. She cringed in pain, but she peeled the form from her face, and accepted it, regardless of the hefty saiyan's appalling behavior.

"S-Sir, you need to show that you have a capable fighting ability. everyone is required to do this, so p-please do this without any outburst, sir, I beg you."

Panbuukin grunted in acceptance to her plea. Reaching for his back pants pocket, 'Buukin pulled out a recorded tape from the depths of his deep pocket, and handed it to the registraitor politely. She accepted the tape willingly, and smiled.

"Thank you for cooperating, sir, I will be back in 10 minutes after reviewing your fighting footage. Please wait patiently for my return." And with that, the polite registraitor rose from her desk, and entered the door at the back of her office.

As the door to the office slowly creaked open, the polite female registraitor came stumbling out of the back room with tears glistening in her eyes, 'Buukin could also here the faint sound of giggling originating from the lass.

"Oh my GOD!!! You are so in, that was the most humorist, yet talented display of fighting I have seen today. Though I do feel kinda bad for Sean Paul's cat. Anyway, your allowed to go to Dante, the teletube is straight behind me, good luck!"

Thanking her, Panbuukin strode toward the room of the teletube, swinging the door open, the large saiyan dashed inside, and crashed straight into the entrance of the teletube, being teleported instantly to Dante. Boy was this going to be one hell of a ride.

[Orion]

"If you guys have customer feedback cards, you're gonna get one hell of a bad review," Trunks threatened idly as the Arlian aggressors dragged his beaten body across the floor. It was all the hybrid could muster now, after being severely gang bashed by the insectoids. When they opened the cell door, Trunks was ready to tear them limb from limb, as was the bloodthirsty Cell. He couldn't remember what the fate of the bio-android was, because his ardent charge at the Arlians resulted in them blasting him with some sort of energy immobilising weapon, causing Trunks to drop to the ground, his muscles spasming. After that, it was just a simple matter of the bug men to pound the defenseless mass of muscle until he wouldn't be able to move of his own will.

That was Trunks' situation. His entire body comprised of bruises, open wounds or blood hardened scabs. Pulled by his arms, the hybrid found no limbs that wanted to respond to the electrical impulses that raced from his brain. They all felt too heavy, too damaged to comply with his thoughts. Mentally, Trunks was still fully there, his angry insults the only form of attack he could produce. Other than that, the halfling had to simply let the Arlians take him wherever they chose.

After firing another infuriated rant, he turned to see Seventeen beside him, dragged by another gang of the disgusting bugs. The raven haired youth was looking in worse shape than Trunks felt. Seventeen must've put up a greater resistance to the Arlians than he did. One of his eyes was closed over, and a line of blood trickled down from the side of his mouth. Fresh blood.

Trunks vainly struggled against the clawed grip of the mutant grasshoppers. "Where are you taking us?" he demanded. "Tell me now!"

Suddenly, the Arlians stopped walking. Trunks watched intently as the insectoids grapped Seventeen haphazardly, sticking their taloned hands into his body in random places and threw him into a teletube. The beaten father slumped against the side of the transparent tube, probably unaware that he was even in there.

"Oh no, where are you taking him?" Trunks yelled. "Stop this!"

Abruptly, the back hand of an Arlian slapped the hybrid across the face. "Silence, cretin!" He punched Trunks harder again, causing the prince to moan and spit blood.

"You're so lucky I can't move..." the hybrid warned.

Trunks quickly found himself airborne, being tossed into an adjacent teletube by the insectoids. He hit his head against the glass before falling on his chest inside the cylindrical object. He growled in frustration and pain, unable to do anything about his current situation.

The lavender haired warrior managed to look upwards, seeing one of the Arlians by the control panel. His stick arms pushed the buttons necessary to turn on the teleportation device. As the tube began to hum, Trunks realised what was happening.

"Where are we going!?!" Trunks bellowed, fear slightly besetting him.

"Somewhere that you won't come back from," the Arlian replied cryptically, laughing in a chirping chortle as both Trunks and HellFighter vanished from sight.

[Kami]

The lookout was in pristine condition. A light breeze was the only audible sound drifting across the tiled ground. The palm trees gently rustled, adding to the sounds in the air. A lone figure stood atop one of the golden roofs. He gazed out across the clouds, taking in the fresh air and relaxing. He drifted down underneath the roof to a patio area, still isolated from the rest of the building.

A curious sound reached his sensitive ears; it was a steady humming sound that was out of place amongst the breeze and the trees. The rustling grass was a familiar sound, but this seemed to cut through all the rest. It was new, and it was getting louder. Never one to jump to alarm, he stood his ground, listening intently as the sound approached him.

Little by little, a small robot came flying up to the lookout. It landed at his feet, its little metallic legs making a clanking sound as they touched down on the shaded stone. It appeared to scan him up and down.

"I.D. Confirmed." the little robot chirped. It then proceeded to split down the middle and open up. A video screen with little speakers popped out and began to play.

The light from the screen did little to illuminate the landing in the middle of the day but it slowly began to play its message.

"Greetings! It's back! The one! The only!..." The annoying announcer trailed off. The old warrior watched intently as images of battle, triumphant and defeated fighters danced across the screen.

"Come sign up today...this year it'll be better than ever...you know it and love it...it's time for....!!!!"

The announcer and the lone warrior spoke in unison

"Dante's Abyss!!!"

The screen the robot had folded out had now returned to it's locked and sealed position. With a little bow, the robot took out a sheet of paper. "Sign up?" The warrior took a pen which popped out of the robot's arm, and filled in his information.

The little robot took a look at the name, scanned it into memory and began floating in the air, eye level with the old fighter.

"Thank you! See you at the tournament Kami!"

With that he flew off across the clouds, following the little robot. They reached a sign up station in a nearby city, and before he knew it the old Namekian was on a tele tube and then he was in a Lobby.

[Dave]

Piccolo walked around the port, bored out of his mind. He kept walking when he bumped into someone.

?Hey, watch he punk!? the green namek snapped. He continued and bumped into another person.

?Geez, what is with you people!? he snapped again at the person who he bumped into. The jade warrior huffed and continued walking and bumped into yet another person.

??? The namek didn?t even say anything; he just grabbed the Arlian by his neck and looked him straight in his eyes. Then something to the left caught his eye.

?Huh?? Piccolo questions to himself as he peered over the Arlians shoulder, as he did he saw an enormous crowd gathered around a booth. Piccolo then looked back at the Arlian and smiled, he threw him down to the dirt.

?Heh, my bad? Piccolo said as he ran over to the crowd to see what was up. As he approached the large crowd, the noise level rose, as he got closer. He pushed and shoved threw the massive crowd until he was in front of the crowd. He looked up and saw a sign it read:

?Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups?

?Are you going to sign up?? asked the clerk behind the booth. Piccolo looked down from the sign and looked at her, he nodded. She handed him a piece of paper, Piccolo scribbled his information on it and gave it back to the clerk. The namek then reached into his pocket and removed a small videotape and handed it to the female clerk. She looked at it confused.

?Its my fighting video? he told her. She smiled and put it on his sign-up papers. She took out a camera and explained that she would need some photos, Piccolo agreed and posed for a few photos, she added those to his papers.

?Also, there will be forty-four other participants, and this is a large tournament that will take place on a deserted island.? She explained to the namek.

Piccolo nodded.

?Well, that take cares of everything, pleases continue into this tele-tube and you will be transported the meeting grounds of DA? with that Piccolo stepped into the teleportation advice, in a matter of seconds he was there, he stepped out and looked around.

?Wow?? he said as he looked around in amazement.

[Raz]

Piles of black hair littered the small sink as a few more strains fluttered down into the basin... turning his head up into the mirror, the young hybrid had given himself quiet a change of style. With a few adjustments here and there he had now managed a look still with the lengthy bit of a mane he had taken up from his time spent with a certain relative, only now the more distinct look rather then bushy. Pleased with himself, the Saiyan left the washroom and returned outside where quiet the line was forming.

"Huh." Signs littering the room everywhere read that which he remembered very clearly... Dante's Abyss. After a bastard of a wait in line the youth had managed his way to one of the interviewers in wait behind the small folding desk.

"Name?" She had a nice enough tone considering the sort of hell she had been signing people up for.

"Goten." The youth said and, without warning, a quick flash cause small dots to dance in front of his vision.

"Alright, Goten, if you would please step into the room behind me we will begin a quick recording of what you have to offer DA." Smiling sweetly she shoed him off towards the door.
Upon entering came the annoying white glow of an interrogation room... most likely used by security for those cavity searches. The hybrid was met walking into the room by a man holding a pretty bulky piece of hardware, probably a camera.
"Okay, sir, if you'll give me a brief glance at what you have to offer you can be on your way to the tournament grounds."
"Hm... well," He took a few strides forward so he was in the center of the room, turning to look into the rolling camera.

"First I was planning on giving'm a couple of these!" Putting up his fists, he punched towards the camera.
"A few of these!" Swinging his arms up to simulate an upper cut made him look like a full fledged loser.
"And finally, if I get caught in a corner, this..." In a bound, Goten grabbed the man with one hand and his recorder by the other. Holding both steady the Saiyan kept the camera trained upon his face, slowly energy began twisting about the base of the room... roving faster and faster; eyes fading into a near complete white while the youth grinned wickedly into the viewer of the camera till finally! He stopped.

"Th-th-that'll do, s-sir..." Shivering, the man opened the door out as halfling strode past with a simple smile and was directed towards the nearest teleporter to DA.

[Drake]

After giving up on his adventure to locate some fast food, Goku found himself surrounded by a cadre of fighters- some ranging from very weak to stupid strong. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but it was always fun to stand around in line like evryone else.

Eventually it came time for him to be at the front of the line, and upon getting there he was suprised to find out what was waiting for him.

"So you're hear to sign up for DA, sugar?" Asked the young attendee, between popping her cotton candy pink bubble gum.

"D.A.? That sounds familar," he rubbed chin thoughtfully- trying to drudge up an old memory. "Can't think of where I have heard that before, but- sure!"

She gave the spiky haired saiyajin a incredulous look, as if to say "Who hasn't heard of D.A.?"; however, she still went on with the procedure and setup the digital camera and motioned Goku to sit infront of it. "Just tell us a little about yourself, and what talents you posses- hun."

Goku sat there for a moment while pondering what he should say, other than giving his name. "Uh, well, hmm- My name is Goku and, uh, well I am fairly good at eating..." His voice waivered slightly at that last part, not sure if that was something they would consider a talent. He especially became worried when the attendent let out a snicker and waved her her hand dismissively.

"That's not what they want to know," a chortle escaped her lips before she could compose herself and continue. "This is for the survival tournament- Dante's Abyss. We want to know what you are capable of; fighting wise." There was a matter-of-fact tone to her voice, expecting Goku to understand the gravity of what he was getting himself into.

"Oh, so they want to know if I can fight?" He asked blissfully ignorant.

She sighed and gave into his naivety. "Yes, more or less they want to know if you can fight."

The spikey haired saiyajin gave a thumbs up, and looked into the camera while giving a nod. "Yep, I can fight- totally!"

Instead of bothering to continue, the D.A. Representitive pushed his application through without going over some of the finer details since that would take all night and she only had another half hour left till the end of her shift. "Thank you for signing up," she muttered half heartedly. "Please enjoy yourself, and good luck... you'll need it." And with that, she forcefully shoved the saiyajin lug into the teleportation tube without a seconed thought.

[Bardock]

Bardock pushed open the door to the sign ups in his usual, forceful manner. It was difficult to suppress a smile. He couldn?t resist the draw. The animal inside was being beckoned, summoned. It wouldn?t be right to refuse. It would go against his very nature. The room was crowded with other hopeful participants, mostly all saiyans. This was, after all, planet Vegeta. The bid was practically offering crack to a junkie. Patience was only just afforded by Bardock to wait his turn. He folded his arms over his chest.

?Next,? the attendant called.

The black-haired brawler stepped forward, exuding nothing but confidence. His face held a subtle look of amusement, as if he knew something others did not.

?Welcome to sign-ups. We?re going to have to go through a short registration process in order to submit your application. Only forty-four contestants will be admitted to compete. They will be transported to an island on the planet Dante. That is all we may disclose at this time,? the staff informed.

?I know the game,? he said calmly, bringing his eyes up slowly to meet those of the attendant.

?Name??

?Bardock.?

?Okay, we?ll need a picture for viewer reference.?

He turned to face the cameraman with the same look of casual coolness, yet the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the soul within. The flash briefly illuminated the room before the photograph was digitally registered to the device. Without a word, Bardock returned his gaze to the interviewer.

?Next, and lastly, we need a brief video displaying fighting talent. This is very important, so give it your all.?

Once more, the saiyan turned towards the recording equipment, only this time he rotated his entire body. That of cold malice quickly replaced his relaxed visage. The fighter brought his arms up into an, ?X? formation, letting his fingers fan out and lowered his chin. Within the blink of an eye, he thrust his elbows down, igniting his hands as he clenched them into fists. Bardock let them rest for a moment, allowing the motion to sink in, dark eyes staring directly at the camera lens. The bronze bruiser then began to move his fists in lightning fast motions, leaving nothing to see but brilliantly blazing trails of orange and yellow fury. The demonstration came to an end as he sank his left arm behind his waist and brought his right fist up in front of his face. Bardock slowly opened his palm like a blossoming flower, extinguishing the flame and gesturing towards the viewer. When the tape cut, he dropped his limbs to his sides and resumed his original expression and position.

?That about wraps things up. You?ll be taken under consideration. Please step into the teleportation tube,? the attendant gestured as he began to fill out paperwork.

Bardock?s feet moved in the direction of the transportation machine. It was time?time to go back. Dante?s Abyss was waiting for him. Once the barrier was crossed, there was no going back. His life was signed away. Bardock strode forward without hesitation. Inches before his body reached the mechanism, the saiyan permitted himself a single grin of pure, sadistic pleasure.

[Kirano]

Bulma made her way towards the Dante?s Abyss sign ups. She landed on the ground. There seemed to be a whole herd of people in front of her. Instead of standing in an orderly queue, they were all scattered about, just behind the sing up desks. There were warriors of many different races, even ones she wasn?t familiar with. Due to the amount of fighters signing up, there seemed to be groups of people all gathered together waiting to sign up.

It?s going to take at least another hour before I sign up.

Suddenly a herd of paparazzi made their way over to the back of the fourth group of people. ?Bulma can you tell us what you are doing here?

?Bulma?? The woman turned from left to right. It wasn?t long before she was surrounded by the paparazzi. Some of them constantly began taking snap shots of her while others held a microphone towards her face. There were also a bunch of camera men filming her, as she barged her way out of the commotion. They began following her like a pack of scavengers.

?MRS BRIEFS MRS BRIEFS.?

?I will only answer one of you the rest of you can go elsewhere.?

?But Mrs?

?Fuck this!? She pushed down a camera man and made her way back to the front of the queue. A large hand grabbed a hold of the woman?s top and pushed her out of the queue. The paparazzi were still huddled around near her. ?Look I don?t want to hurt you; I just need to get these paparazzi out my face!?

?I don?t care; wait in line like the rest of us!? Bulma barged into him, causing him to skid twice across the floor. He lay their motionless. People let out loud gasps, shocked that a woman of her stature was capable of doing what she just did. ?Sign me up now! If anyone has a problem with me jumping the queue, do something about it now or forever shut your mouths!? Bulma stood on top of the table, showing her dominance over the crowd. ?Well anyone!? Bulma could see the nervous look on some of their faces, which made her smile. ?If you decide to get down from this desk then I will sign you up.?

?Oh. Oops my bad.? She filled out a form, jotting all of her details down.

?MRS BRIEFS?? Bulma had had enough of the journalists. She used her energy to break every video camera in sight. Everyone began looking around in disbelief at the carnage caused. ?Details filled with my signature. So basically only 44 of these hundreds of people can enter, and the planet in which we compete on is called Dente, I mean Dante.?

?Absolutely, follow him.? She pointed to a man who had a beer belly. He came over to her and led her inside a building. ?Where are we going? she asked.

?Here we are!? he said as he pointed over at a tele-tube. ?It will transport you from planet earth in seconds?

?I?m pretty sure I?ve seen this tube somewhere, but I can?t quite put my finger on where I?ve seen it. Well thanks allot. I will be on my way.?

?Good luck? said the man. ?You already proved that you are more than capable of handling yourself. You tossed that man aside like he was nothing. You?re truly worthy of competing. You?re definitely the toughest woman I?ve seen that?s for sure.?

?Thanks allot.? Bulma stepped inside the tele-tube and was on her way to Dante.

[Minoshia]

The crowd gathering at the large circus tent caught the attention of the young Konatsa-jin. The young boy got in line, trying to peer over the taller men, to no avail. What lied at the end of this line would remain a mystery. He watched men jump for joy after leaving the front of the line, dancing off into yet another tent, one with dual rooms.

The mosh of human bodies slowly dimmed down, into what was actually a reasonable line, and before he knew it, Minoshia was standing at the desk, looking at the women. As if waiting for each other to speak first, a long silence endured. Finally the women destroyed the virginity of the silence, and let it be known to Minoshia what this fiasco was about.

"So, You'll be signing up for Dante's Abyss then?" The Women asked. The Konat immediately became excited. Although he had died early in the last event, it was always exciting to be involved in a survival game. The demonic child clapped his hands and pushed himself onto his tiptoes. Minoshia nodded his head, not wanting to reveal his youth to the women. She handed him a ticket. "You are to go into the auxiliary tent and wait for your interview please."

The Konat didn't like waiting, but when it was inevitable, it couldn't be avoided. He slyly jumped off the stool he had been standing on. All the women behind to desk began to mutter about him only being a child, and other comments that he immediately ignored and continued to walk towards his destiny.

The line for interviews was relatively short, only about a five-minute wait if the Prince had to guess. So there having another Dante's Abyss, even after the monstrosity that was born from the last one... this Synex is one interesting corporation to say the least.

"Minoshia." A doctor held open a door with his elbows and called the Konatsa-jin into the interview room. He explained how the process would work, he would show him multiple pictures and Minoshia would explain to the old doc what he saw in them. This worried the Konat, as the interviewer explained it was to test for mental stability, which he was sure he was lacking.

"Death." The child sat coldly in his chair, staring into the black dots on the white sheet. The poster was covered in an unorganized blob of meaningless graffiti. All the Konat could see in it was memories of mangled corpses he had left in his trail in past adventures.

"This picture is a tad more confusing." The doctor looked intrigued at his analysis. It was a black rectangular blob, with a smaller black line horizontally on one side and a red one on the other. An abstract painting done by some famous artist hundreds of years before. "This is a man being run through with a furnace pipe, and his bowels are being ejected out of the hole in his back."

"Well, alright then I think that's enough to determine your mental status..." The doctor slipped back into his chair, holding a handkerchief over his mouth. "Move outsides and wait, you will be considered into the forty four fighters we are taking to the island."

Minoshia moved his feet in the direction of the door, walking outside of the dimly lit room into the vibrancy of the world. He was going back to Dante, or so he hoped, and this time he would have his revenge.

[Old Selipa]

The moons of the cold empty planet shined the only hope that the Saiya-jin could see, her arms holding her torso as winds picked up upon the mountain top she stood. The graceful breeze trying to pass through her blood clotted hair from that of her victims. The shape of her eyes narrow and forceful as her black eyes looked endlessly over the savannah. Within them the reflection of her painful past with now sight of her future. Her mind still fighting its inner conflicts as it never seemed to find answers to questions she battled after.

?Sakura.? The only one. A single name that kept her going.

?Hellfighter.? The blinded love of being lost even knowing that someone cared for her.

?Minoshia.? Disgust, hatred, a being made of evil. The devil. Yet the closest person to that of the true Saiya-jin female.

Closing her eyes quickly in anguish with the descent of her head to the side of her body, her arms gripping all the more. Was it then that she could feel something, could she sense something that long ago she was a part of.

?Dante!? whispered her gentle lips.

A time when the world was new to her and that of adventures when she looked for the innocence of love and the gift of life. Dropping her arms to her side and looking in the direction of the calling was she soon gone, her appearance disappearing from sight as she darted to a location not so far from where she stood.

Within a few hours was she standing before a table, the likes of that she had seen in the past when she first entered the competition. The sign up sheet placed with a pen over it as her eyes widened.

?You gonna sign up there hun?? questioned an old figure, back crouched over and eyes bordering slightly out from the cranium where one would think eyes would lay.

?Yes, I do indeed.? Agreed the Saiya-jin as she went to sign her name.

?Wow, wow there boobies.? Said the old man. ?You can?t just sign up, there is a request that we see your fighting style before you can sign.?

The woman?s black hair draping over her face, the anger within her growing at the thought of such a disgusting creature speaking to her yet again if she were to reply. Telling her in the words he used as to what she could or could not do. But the Saiya-jin merely stood upright. Her chest piercing forward, a desire no doubt of the old man becoming reality.

?You want to see the way I fight do you??

?Yes, for sure.? Chuckled this lofty being as saliva dripped over the edge of his aged lips.

?Very well. Come just a little closer.? Asked the female as she walked closer to the individual. Looking down upon his stature and his hideous grin did she grin back at him as she placed her hand over his forehead and with the command of her mind did she gather all the ghastly imagery of past battles she had fought and discharge them into his mind.

Walking back to the sign up sheet, did she declare her name as she then continued over to the teleportation tube. Looking back one last time as she gazed at the mans body, his eyes shifting back and forth trying to roll to the back of his head as he lay paralyzed on the ground.

?Sweet dreams.? Spoke the Saiya-in before she was gone.

[Super Buu]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. Had to make sure I was fully ready before I began. Also I apologise for the length, I had a lot to cover ^^;


Super Buu strode through the jade palace, feeling very pleased with himself. A dark blue cape was fastened at his neck with a loose knot, and it swept about as the moon?s currents passed through the building. He had done what he had come to do, and his long-held mission had finally been completed. But, at the back of his mind, he felt restless. A foreboding feeling seemed to be following the majin around nowadays, as if someone was always watching him. Normally he would have brushed such a feeling aside, not letting such trivial feelings put a dent in his ego; but this time was different. Almost subconsciously a hand slipped to his forehead, but nothing was there. When he realised what he was doing he drew his hand away quickly.

?What?s wrong with me?? he muttered, shaking his head. ?He can?t take control of me, I?m not ? evil.?

?Booger! Come quick!?

The gelatinous being turned to see his young saiyan attendant running over. The look in her eyes told Buu she was about to start talking, and she wasn?t going to stop for a while. ?What?s going on, Auri??

?Like, you?re not going to believe this! Dante?s Abyss! HERE! NOW!?

The majin raised an eyebrow. ?What are you talking about??

?Dante?s Abyss!? repeated the girl, as if the name held any relevance to her friend?s mind. After a half-second pause, she continued; ?the ultimate survival game? It?s a contest for strong fighters - the last one standing wins!?

Buu suddenly perked up. ?Sounds awesome. Where? When? How??

?This way,? said Aurilani, grabbing the dangling hang of her companion and half-walking, half-running down the corridor. ?Lord Vine let them set up a booth in the entrance hall so his students could enter for some real-life training. Your friend Seventy or whatever has already signed up!?

The pink monster roared in outrage. ?Seventeen went on ahead without me? That cowardly human probably thinks he?s got a better chance of winning without me competing!? A grin of anticipation spread across his face. ?This is my chance! I?ll prove my strength, once and for all!?

Finally they reached the entrance hallway, where a crowd had already gathered. Many were hovering around the signup desk, apparently debating whether or not to join. A number of servants had abandoned their duties to watch the goings-on. Without a moment?s hesitation, Buu elbowed and shoved his way to the front.

?Name, please,? asked the woman behind the counter, not looking as if she wanted to hang around.

?Super Buu,? stated the monster, leaning against the desk eagerly.

?Super Buu? Very well.? The attendant produced a small camera and motioned him to come to the side of the desk. ?I?m going to have to take some pictures for the contest, so hold still.?

Not missing an opportunity to show off, the pink monster tossed his headtail back and swept around dramatically, allowing his purple-blue cape to swirl around his muscular figure. Ch-k. He pulled the cape across himself, attempting to catch his mysterious side. Ch-k. Finally he began a series of thrusts and squats, accompanied by his best attempts at manly grunts. Ch-k.

?Very good,? said the woman, in a voice that made Super Buu wonder if she was patronising him or not. ?Finally, we?ll need a clip of your fighting ability. For the fans,? she explained.

?I have fans!?? the puttylike monster gasped. ?Alright, let?s see ?? he crossed his arms, leaning his chin upon a palm to think. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. ?I?ve got it!?

Grabbing his head-tendril, he gave a hard yank, and with a loud sloosh - POP! his entire head came off. ?This one?s a favourite with the kids,? explained the disembodied head, hanging by the tail from Buu?s clenched hand. ?And if that?s not enough ?? it began to glow a bright white, the sound of a boiling kettle emanating from its pores. Then, without warning, the body dropped the head and kicked it upwards into the ceiling like a football.

Crash!

BOOM!

Squirming, a new head reappeared on Buu?s body, looking a little sheepish. A large chunk of jade marble had fallen from the ceiling, subsequently hitting the floor and cracking that too. ?Well ? shit, I think I overdid it.?

To his surprise, the attendant frowned. ?You know, during Dante?s Abyss you won?t be able to do that. All regenerative skills are banned from the contest. I think you?ll do, though. Go on through.?

?Wait, what?? the pink monster?s eyes widened. ?How can you stop me from regenerating??

?You?ll find out all the details if you go through,? said the woman. ?Are you entering or not? Be quick, please, there are more people waiting.?

?Shit ?? Buu scratched his face. ?Alright, I guess I?ll do it.?

As he headed for the teletube he glanced back to see Aurilani, hopping up and down to try and see past the crowd behind. ?Good luck, Buu!? she shouted in cupped hands, before waving frantically to him.

Flashing his friend the thumbs up sign, Buu grinned broadly and stepped into the tube.

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

OOC: This is after the supposed storyline of my PS, Inside the Mind

Dante's Abyss? Again? The konat warrior stood among the man men in West City when the announcement was broadcasted by people passing by in a large truck with large speakers which were connected to loudspeakers throughout the city. Tapion followed the throng of people towards the building in which the signups were. There was what seemed like a never-ending counter with many assistants helping these mere humans to join the tournament.

They wont get in once my abilities are displayed here...

"Tapion?" There was a voice of a woman. "Oh my god! It's him! The mohawked guy from the last Dante's Abyss!"

The konat's dark eyes shifted to his rigth where there was a counter were several girls were gawking at him. He felt akward. They knew him?

"We saw you on TV! You did amazing but could have done better. Come, come, sign up with us!"

Their current customer was being pushed to the side, disgruntled, he looked at Tapion walking towards him. The place went silent besides whispers of who the warrior was as all eyes were on him. A piece of paper was placed infront of him. The lady pointed to a line to sign, "sign here".

Doing so, the lady continued to explain the situation to Tapion, "Now you must realize only forty-four people are going to get in. If you get in, you are one of the lucky few. But we know you will get in, we just have a feeling you will. Now come with me."

The lady continued to inform him on the situation as he was taken to a chamber with an airlock in it. He was told he was going to have pictures taken of him.

"Um...ok.." Was his only reply.

"Don't worry, we need pictures of you and then for you to show us your abilities. It will decide if you get in or not."

There was only a shrug as Tapion held his arms out and did a full 360 degree turn while the woman clicked her camera repeatedly.

"Now show us moves of yours..."

Needs to do things impressive then... A smile crept on his face as he brought his hand back, cocking it, with his palm opens and fingers spread. The woman taped him and took pictures while orbs charged up along his fingertips and around his hand.

"I will just use a weak version of one of my attacks, then."

She smiled and nodded gleefully as three terrifying words were screamed out.

"FIVE FINGER FLASH!"

His hand short forward, palm still open and fingers still spread and the many orbs created shot forward. Instantly he started to close his hand and he then did another gesture and the orbs stopped in place. The woman watched in awe as he controlled the orbs, bunching them together and moving them around and spreading them apart. Then at the least expected second, he closed his fist, all the orbs exploding at once, letting smoke take their place.

"I think that is good enough for now. Very interesting. I can't wait to see you next time!" The woman smiled as she led him to a door for a tube. "This is where you go."

To her amazement, he said nothing, stepped in, and left. It was time.

OOC: I just wanted to sign up quickly.

[Uno]

As Koola was flying through the sky, and small man with a megaphone caught his hear, loudly. ?Brave warriors, listen to my words! Soon to begin is the one and only tournament held on the mysterious planet, Dante! You can meet strong foes, make new allies, and win fabulous prizes! But hurry! Only 44 contestants may enter!? In a handful of seconds, the eager changeling swooped down to the stand the man is...standing on.

?Sign me up!? Koola yelled into the face of the shrimpy man. He didn?t reply, but instead, he calmly pointed to a sign that stood up next to him, explaining the rule for registration. Name, personal info, etc. were required to join. He began jotting down his name, etc.

Name: Koola
Planet: Earth
Sex: Male
Species: Changeling
Age: Unknown
Picture: Place photograph below.

But he had no picture of himself. He wanted to sign up, but all that was stopping him was a bloody camera! ?Say cheese!? he heard someone say as he looked at a typical earthling family taking a vacation photo. That?s how! Right as the camera shutters were about to close, Koola jumped in the way so his picture was taken instead of the family?s. He then swiped the picture from the camera and placed it onto the sign-up sheet. All that was left was to impress the judges.

?All right, everything looks good...but I still don?t know if you?re up to snuff, Mr. Koola. If you want to impress me, be the only one to make it in my mini tournament. I already had 9 guy come, and this is the best way to decide. Beat them all, and your in.? The changeling looked over to see how he will soon fight, then burst out laughing. Even though the fighters looked tough, they had the tiniest power levels that would consider you a warrior. When the tiny man said ?Go!?, in 5 seconds, all the fighters were down and out. ?Wow! You are good, please enter though here. Good luck, Mr. Koola.?

A female assistant escorted the new contestant to the portable tele-tube and Whoosh!, he was gone. Destination, Dante!

ooc: Signed up!