Day One: Early Morning

[Sammah]

?Damn this contraption.? Vegeta muttered under his breath. The collar around his neck was almost a reminder that at any moment, his head could erupt like a thundering volcano. He hadn?t felt so caged up since the very first Dante?s Abyss, and didn?t care for the feeling anyway. It?s been a while for his feet to continue moving at this pace, remembering in the rules that he could only travel so far per day; the power level slowly but surely got closer.

In front of him were a few bushes, only a slight obstacle for the King to get by, but a terrible beast for anyone short in stature. He paused for a moment as his scouter suddenly picked up two life forms. ?Damnit?? He muttered. It was now or never, maybe he still held the advantage of surprise, or so he figured. Vegeta leaped forth bursting through the bushes, and to his surprise he noticed a green Saibaman leap in the same fashion right onto his face. It latched on tightly, as they were meant to do in the heat of battle.

?What the hell?? Vegeta cursed aloud, ?get the fuck off me you little shit!? The king struggled, shaking his head around and using his hands in an attempt to pry the small creature off of him. ?Son of a bitch!? The grip tightened as he further tried to break free. Vegeta then heard laughter, familiar laughter to be exact; it was Reijin. It was a comforting yet unsettling situation for the King, as he knew he?d still be alive, yet humiliated in front of a fellow Saiya-jin. The short haired fighter snapped his fingers to catch the creature?s attention, and immediately Vegeta felt the grip loosen slightly.

Reijin pointed to the ground next to him with a giving order, yet the green fighter made a quick movement and engulfed the king?s ear, chewing on it like candy. ?Arg! You fucking prick!? Vegeta again struggled back and forth with the Saibaman until he was finally rescued by it?s creator. Reijin smacked the beast on the head and he immediately let go, falling onto the ground and making slight squeals about the pain.

?Welcome to my humble abode? Reijin announced with a slight smirk, obviously still amused with the recent events. They exchanged welcomes and greetings as no doubt this would turn into a very interesting tournament indeed.

?I have to admit; I never thought I?d find you this early in the tournament.? Vegeta began rubbing the throbbing ear which Reijin?s ?pet? used as a chew toy, ?I?m glad though I did, rather find you then find a fight right off the bat.? Reijin nodded in agreement and they both turned to stare out into their surroundings.

"Shall we dance? Or are there other plans?" Reijin was eager for battle, as would any Saiya-jin found dead center in a tournament with so much potential. Vegeta gave a small huff and pointed towards his collar.

?Unfortunately I used most of my traveling time coming here to meet with you, so unless you want to continue with a headless King, my suggestion is we wait it out for a bit. Hopefully others will come, perhaps my daughter will find us, and our strength will grow in numbers and power. If nothing occurs by tomorrow however, we?ll move out.? Vegeta found a nice boulder to sit on, for he didn't know just how long it'll be until something happened, and waiting wasn't always a virtue when it came to Saiya-jins.

[Hellfighter 17]

OOC: I don't care if it's long, it was the only way to convey all that I felt I needed to.

The VIP Lounge had become crowded within a matter of minutes. There were only half a dozen or so when he had entered the room, and in less than five minutes there were at least thirty more. He scanned the room. Several of the fighters were on their respective beds, just lying with their hands behind their head. Seventeen did not need to see their faces to know that they bared narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. These were the type of fighters that would go solo for the most part, but they?d be doomed to death later on.

Some others were in fairly large groups. A few select of them were lively talkers, gaining laughs and nods of approval?the ?pretty boys,? as Seventeen labeled them. They were mainly conversing with others who were kempt and clean, and did not seem to belong in such a horrific tournament; if anybody belonged in such a tournament.

Then there were those of the hell fighter who had taken enough of the chittering chattering and the aligning of groups. He knew he would probably stick close to Trunks, since, other than Bra, that is the only one that he really knew, and it seemed that Bra had gone under some transmogrification which left her in a state of confusion as to who some people were. He never was too close to the princess, but he still had respect for her, especially since she was adept at the art of sarcasm, and who could not like that.

Seventeen walked over to his bed, but instead of lying on it, he sat on it and reached for his backpack that he had thrown on the floor. He brought it up to his lap, and opened the first compartment, eyeing his weapon carefully. It was quite surprising that it came in two pieces, but they seemed to be easily reattachable. He traced it for any hint of impurities, but there seemed to be no such scratches or dents in the beauty. The hell fighter was particularly fond of his, finding delight that he would get that kind of a weapon?it did not seem like something you would get for a tournament. However that may be, he decided it would be best to keep it on the down-low, and thus he checked it while it was inside the black bag.

The ship suddenly jerked, with the android?s bead moving a tiny fraction of an inch. He looked around, trying to find a reason for this. Suddenly a speaker, in the far left corner of the room, which the humanoid had noted when he walked into the room, began to emit sounds throughout the room. Seventeen took little notice of this, since all that this Karl Jak was saying was fairly obvious, except for the seven day rule, which did not carry much importance to the hell fighter who did not want to be here anyway.

***

The reintegration phase of teleportation was the hell fighter?s favourite. The sudden whoosh as your body temperature dramatically dropped and your individual molecules made sure to find their place?very invigorating, or at least for the humanoid, who could feel the organic and metallic components of his being shift to their proper places, unlike most other living creatures. As he shook some of the dandruff that had collected atop of his scalp from the teleportation, he looked around, bewildered. As far as he could tell, it was all grasslands. Remembering what the host had said, he looked to his map. As to Karl?s word, there was a little ?X? in a square which denoted where he currently was. ?Heh,? the hell fighter said aloud, realizing he was in the middle of nowhere as far as the eye could tell, but the workers of Syntex knew exactly where he was.

Stuffing the laminated map back into the smallest compartment of his back, he began to walk. He kept his compass out, which helped him keep track of where he was going. The needle was directed toward the android at first, most likely because of the magnetic porperti of the currents within him. ?Well, this is useless then, huh?? he said, a bit perturbed at the uselessness of the tool. ?Wait a second. . .? Seventeen closed his eyes, and within half a second his energy output greatly diminished. He quickly looked to the compass, which soon pointed in a different direction now. He completed the same routine as before, but now his output increased, and if he had sustained in that state for much longer he would have died, though he knew his internal workings well enough o make sure that would not happen.

Remembering the direction of the needle, he mentally mapped out which path would be the most successful, as per the map which he had registered in his brain. Just before moving out, he snapped his fingers. ?Almost forgot!? He peered into the back compartment again, and he found what he had forgotten earlier. He placed the scouter atop his head, and started messing around with the controls. He immediately found out form the built-in tutorial that this specific scouter was only accommodated to read the power levels of those who were in a range of one-hundred meters. He shrugged this off, as the device was merely a plus, and he began his venture.

The walk was boring, but the hell fighter did not want to waste any energy by running, so this would have to do?besides, it is not like he had a strategy for a game he did not want to be in. After a fair amount of time, about half of an hour, two people came into view. His optical receptors were not fitted at the time to make put who they were, but after some adjustments that his central processing unit dealt with, his eyes then adapted and he could make out more clearly who they were. One of them was a wrinkly green while the other had lavender hair tied to the back of their head?obviously Kami and Trunks.

[Toshiro]

The hybrid knew nothing of what was going on. People where being escorted away around him. And he was slowly becoming confused as to where everyone was. he'd lost sight of Yamu nad hasky, and now Reijin has disappeared off some where. He was, to put it bluntly, pissed off.

He swore under his breath as he spotted a pair of guards, holding a black hold-all bag, coming towards him. As they got with in hearing distance, the leading guard spoke loudly and clearly.

"Number 38, please come with us." The hybrid looked preplexed for a moment, staring at them. "38, kindly come with us." They spoke louder, more defiantly. They where slowly getting pissed off with all the stronger fighters knocking about. And Gohan wasn't about to be told to do shit with out first getting some answers.

"Where the hell are they! Where the hell is Hasky?!" The guards came up to him flush and shoved the bag in to his arms, he looked to it for a moment before glasping it and then staring at the two men. "Where are they?!"

"Sir, please come with us now. The quicker you do this, the better." The other guard spoke, drawing the attention of the youth as the other man snuck up behind him and fastened a collar on to the hybrids neck.

"What the fuck is this!" The warrior went to grab it when he remember the bar's fatality. He silenced immedeatly and then followed the guards to a teleportation chamber.

"Enjoy the game." A computerized voice spoke inside the chamber as he was then teleported down to his designated location.

Looking around the area, the sound of the water hitting agasint the shores was calming slightly as the hybrid then began to make his way north, thinking where else would be a better way to go then to follow a northen direction.

[Bardock]

Bardock stumbled forward, a mixture of dizziness and nausea overtaking him. Teleporting was something he had only done a couple of times before, but he still hadn?t gotten used to it. The first thing he did was to take in his surroundings. It was still dark out, around midnight of the starting day. Bar gathered up his energy to lift himself upwards to get a better view. The balls of his heels lifted up in anticipation of gravity defiance, but instead of feeling air underneath his feet, all he felt was a warm buzzing around his neck. Slightly confused, he tried again, with little success. The collar ringing his throat was most insistent.

Damnit?this fucking thing is canceling out my ability to fly, he cursed. To be without flight was nothing but a detriment. Suddenly, he felt that something was missing. Not only could he not fly, but the pulse and flow of the energy around him was gone! His Ki Sense ability had been deactivated. Bardock kicked himself for being so dependent on it, and not taking into consideration that maybe they would throw a curve or two at him. These people really wanted to see a show: nothing but roughin? it. Bardock?s scouter was already affixed to his face, and he activated it, having no other way to detect bodies of energy. As last time, it was a basic model with no upgrades and no prior memory stored. The saiyan grimaced and flopped down, removing the army duffel from his shoulder and rummaging through its contents.

Bread?s a bad choice for provisions?it?ll go stale before long, the former soldier observed. Water?s water, but I?ll need to conserve it in case it?s required for a use other that hydration.

He looked around, making a mental note of where he?d landed. The map and compass were pulled out next. Lighting his hands with flame was too dangerous and would attract attention. Fortunately, even basic models of scouters were programmed with small flashlights. The screen emitted a green glow that illuminated the piece of parchment.

?Scan,? the fighter ordered. Upon recognition of the verbal command, the facial device spurted forth twin rays, which transformed the image of the map into a digital copy stored within the banks of the machine. With it, Bardock could better keep track of everything. He marked off his present location, scanning the map and looking for a suitable place to relocate, if at all. He quickly rationalized the possibilities of movement, suitable locations, potential danger zones, and the odds of running into another fighter. It was too early for him to be very successful at evading any competition, and he wasn?t familiar with nearly everyone here. His best bet was to find Raditzu and Android Eighteen. At present, it was too dark for his liking to move about. The saiyan?s current location was also abundant with helpful resources. He would seize the opportunity to forage before leaving it behind. As he trekked his way across the open fields, he couldn?t help but let his trademark smirk cross his face.

Game on.

[Super Buu]

OOC: Like HF I?ve got a lot of stuff to go through, so it?ll be pretty big. Starting off where the VIP Lounge ended


?Excellent,? said Buu, smirking at the new katchin sword that lay before him. The ability to bind metal was undoubtedly going to come in handy during the competition.

?Ladies and Gentlemen!?

The three metal binders looked up from their little game to see the loudspeakers had activated, a posh voice resonating through it.

?It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!?

?Nuts,? said Trunks, staring up at the speakers, ?it?s already starting.?

Buu sighed irritably - just as soon he?d been reunited with an old friend, the game had begun. The timing couldn?t be worse. ?Well, good luck to both of you,? he said. ?Kick some ass out there.?

?Will do,? grinned Goten, turning to the officials who were lining up at all doorways. ?Come on, Trunks.?

?Hey, don?t forget your sword!? said the puttalin-based being with a wink, pointing the hilt of his self-made blade in Trunks? direction.

?Oh, thanks,? said the demi-saiyan, outstretching his hand. The sword immediately melted into a silvery-black liquid and trickled back up Trunks? arm, nestling itself within his armour. ?Guess I?ll see you later!?

Super was about to say a goodbye, but then suddenly felt someone grab his arms from behind. ?Hold still,? ordered a voice.

?HEY!? the majin struggled against a number of black-suited individuals. ?What are you doing!?? As he raved, he felt something clamp down around his throat. Immediately he was released, and the putty-like warrior fell forward to the ground with a low grunt. Putting a hand to his adam?s apple, he gasped as he realised they?d fitted a metal collar on him. ?What the fuck is this?? he demanded, tugging at the device and feeling it rattle around against his neck.

?I wouldn?t do that if I were you,? said one of the suits, matter-o-factly. ?If you try to remove the collar or tamper with it ?? he chuckled. ?BOOM!? he exclaimed, bringing his arms apart.

?We?d better take a DNA sample as well,? grunted one of the soldiers, pulling out what seemed to be a small glass container and a metal scalpel.

?What?s that for?? asked Buu, eyebrow raised.

?In case you get killed,? explained one of the other officials, lowering his black sunglasses so that he could deliver a pitying smirk.

The pink monster was beginning to regret his leaping into this competition. Unfortunately, however, backing out didn?t seem to be an option at this point.

The soldier?s scalpel scraped lightly across the surface of the creature?s skin, taking with it a few traces of puttalin. Dumping the sample unceremoniously in the glass case and screwing on this lid, the man saluted.

?Good luck!?

And with that, the pink humanoid vanished.

***

Buu hit the ground feet first, before collapsing on his knees. He felt like he?d just been forced through a cardboard tube and then violently ejected out of the other end. ?I hate being teleported,? he spat. He barely had a few seconds to complain, however, before the sound of a megaphone forced him to clap his hands over his ears.

?Can everyone hear me?? came the shrill voice, amplified what must have been a hundred times.

?Yes, we can fucking well hear you!? roared the majin, hoping his shout reached the ears of the host. If it did, the man took no notice.

?Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!?

?Oh, thanks,? grumbled Buu sarcastically, before surveying his surroundings for the first time. He appeared to be in some kind of forest clearing - he couldn?t tell for sure, since everything was pitch black. The sound of crickets ran on the air, but other than that, the island was quiet. Not empty, though. The malleable being shuddered. Out there were 43 other contestants, all looking for blood.

?Guess I?d better get going,? he murmured, stretching his arms up and trying and lift his feet off the ground. ?What the -!? Immediately he tripped and fell forward, as if someone had yanked his legs from below. ?What?s going on?? he demanded, ?who?s there?!?

The clearing remained silent. There was nobody and nothing about.

?Empty ?? he whispered. ?That can only mean ?? He touched the collar on his neck and cursed loudly. Having been born with the ability to fly, he was not pleased to discover he suddenly was unable to. Now he would have to trudge across the dirt like a lowly human. He snarled distastefully.

?When I get out of here, I am so going to kill that host.?

[Banned Dana]

A thought suddenly crossed the android?s mind. Slamming his palm against his giant forehead, the butterscotch tainted droid kicked off the ground. Lifting into the air, he found himself feeling a bit frustrated with himself. Wondering why he hadn?t thought to fly earlier, Thirteen felt something wrong with him. Having only made it three feet into the air, the machine-hybrid found himself in a dive towards the ground.

Unable to evade the quick drop, he found himself slamming his body face first into the tall grass. Dirt was kicked up around the mechanical being and a loud, whoosh of air shot out of his lungs. Instinctively rolling to is side and grabbing his stomach, Thirteen tried to catch his breath, though it proved tougher than it seemed.

?Great, what a way to go out.? he thought.

Slowly, but surely, the oxygen returned to his lungs and he was able to breathe again. Relieved, the droid placed his palms on the ground the lifted himself back to his feet. Stretching his arms over his head and twisting his body a few times, he seemed ok, though confusion plagued his mind. Why was he unable to fly? He quickly found the answer. Remembering the agent that brought him to the VIP Lounge, Thirteen vaguely remembered the conversation they had. Things like, regeneration, ki sense, and flight were locked out by the collar around everyone?s necks.

Placing a finger on the device, he ran it over the smooth outer surface. He wanted so badly to just tear it off of his neck, but he knew exactly what would happen.

?Boom.? Whispered the droid, speaking only to himself and the dark.

Suddenly, there was movement ahead. The droids heart began to race with both fear and excitement, his adrenaline was in full force already. Lowing himself to the ground, he watched and waited, ready to pounce on anyone that may turn hostile. Hoping that it wouldn?t come down to it, Thirteen made out two figures who were chatting back and forth with each other, though they were just a bit too far away to recognize their identities. Figuring that he would have to move in, the android decided that it was time for a bit of shapechanging. Quickly shifting into a cat, the android shot out through the grass, trying to find out who these two stranger?s were.

Suddenly, he heard the voices and both were familiar. Coming to a sudden halt, just at the end of the tall grass, Thirteen listened and watched. It was them alright. The adrenaline and fear quickly died out and a smile spread across the cats face as he began to grow.

Back in his original state, the android rushed towards Kami and Trunks waving his arms.

?Hey guys!? yelled Thirteen as he approached the duo.

Both men were startled by the sudden appearance of the android and jumped backwards, ready to strike out. Suddenly, the fear came hurling back into the droid stomach. Coming to a dead stop and raising his hands into the air, he motioned for the two men to lower their guard.

?It?s me,? spoke the droid and he moved into their sight.

?Oh.? Trunks finally spoke. ?It?s Thirteen, ?bout time.?

Thirteen scratched his head, he had found part of his alliance.

OOC: Got the ok. Trunks, Kami, and Thirteen are all together.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Gohan and Krillin

Krillin shook out some of the water from his clothing after that random teleportation a couple hours ago. He had been transported right above the ocean, and had to swim to some rocks in order to keep himself dry. By now, he was just starting to get dry.

He had chosen to stay on the rocks and decide his next move. He reclined back, as if in a comfortable chair, making the most of the sharp would-be furniture.

Unfortunetly, Gohan could see his shadow silhouetted in the distance, on top of a rock. The moon made it a beautiful image, as if straight out of a photograph. Thinking quick, Gohan began jumping onto the rocks, one by one, to get to him.

It was when Gohan lept up, his weapon high above his head, that Krillin realized someone was there. In the water, over the lovely reflection of the moon, was a shadow of a figure that shouldn't be there. Thinking quick, Krillin dove onto another rock, hurling his bag with him. Gohan slashed his chainsaw downwards, missing the bald human.

Krillin looked back to see the saiyan warrior crouching down in preparation to launch again. "It's a bit too early for this, don't ya think?" The human commented sarcastically.

When Gohan lept forward, Krillin raised up his own weapon. A single gold circular shield. It emitted a wave of ki when the roaring chainsaw blade hit it, using backlash to whirl Gohan backwards. The saiyan hit the rock he had jumped from, and then fell into the water.

"Aaaand we're off," Krillin whistled happily as he skipped the rocks all the way to the beach, chuckling at himself.

44 Fighters Remaining

No injuries. Krillin = Ki Shield. Gohan = Chainsaw.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 16, Android 20, Puar and Super Buu

Nothing exciting seemed to be happening for Twenty. He had been setting him a temporary shelter for himself ever since the game began. He had heard an explosion earlier, and then machine gun fire, but that was it for an hour or so. Since this...boredom.

Until of course, a very tall, and very pink warrior stepped in his path. He halted his movements immediately, getting into a defensive pose. Super Buu had a small, bluish pet-like animal resting on his head. It hadn't pleased the blob, but he delt with it.

"How's it goin?" Buu asked sarcastically. He of course had no intention of small talk.

Twenty said nothing. He was paying attention to sound of footsteps behind him. It occured to him that Buu was just distracting him for whatever was happening back there. When he heard the sound of a trigger being pulled, he reacted immediately.

"Ha!" The Android shouted, spinning around and expertly grabbing the ki-induced arrow. He spun it gracefully in his fingers, and then launched it backwards at the red-haired man who had fired.

"Ugh!" He heard come from the man. The arrow caused Sixteen to fall backwards to the ground.

Twenty ducked when he heard Buu jump behind him. The foot flew over his head, allowing him to backflip as well and knick it with his ankle. Buu hit the ground as well, on his side. Twenty spun when he realized the little cat was missing.

The ki blast knocked him in the forehead. He stumbled back, but then returned one of his own. Puar was easily knocked to the ground.

Buu threw another punch after getting up. Twenty ducked and slammed an elbow into the gooey figure. "Damn!" He heard Buu grunt after falling back.

Thinking quick, Twenty grabbed his bag from the ground and headed out, having outwitted all three warriors and botched their ambush attempt.

Buu was the most confused. He had planned it perfectly, so what went wrong? It was an odd way to lose...Twenty wasn't very fast, or strong. But somehow...it seemed like he knew every thing the three were going to do, before they did!

44 Fighters Remaining

Sixteen has the crossbow. He's been hit in the shoulder with one of the arrows. Minor injury.

[Jewtastic]

Fuck, The ninja thought to him self, limping towards the light house. The rocks that surrounded him upon the beach shore made this difficult due to his injured leg. Blood continued to pour from the three wounds upon his back, scorched skin surrounded the holes, smoke still rising from the rings. Cautiously he began to move, north this time. By the light of the moon he could see trees off in the distance; finally he could rest with out being detected. He quickened his pace as best he could to get away from both the Metal creature and the lighthouse.

Murasaki sighed, reaching his right hand to his back. He touched it slightly; however the wounds were still too fresh to try and feel. He looked to his left, then his right, a small bush lay upon the ground, the only one for what seemed miles. He slowly walked over to it; his limp was getting worse by the second. He knelt over examining the leaf structure of the plant and smiled. With out hesitation he reached his arm out grabbing at the leaves and stock piling them with in his hand. He stashed some within his pants pockets but the rest he shoved within his mouth.

As he chewed he reached for the bottom of his black vest and pulled it up and over his head. The loose skin that hung around the edge of his wounds peeled off with the shirt, causing even more agonizing pain to shot through the ninja?s body. He fell forward, his right arm extending to ensure his face didn?t collide with the ground. That?s all he needed, a broken nose and three gapping shot wounds to the back.

The chewing within his mouth began to slow, he reached up with his left hand and took out a small portion of the now goop. Lightly he placed it upon on of the ki bullet holes, massaging it as he rubbed it on. He repeated this action with the other two, spreading an equal amount over all three. He rose to his feet once more, sighing as he began to walk once more. Hopefully the natural bandages would stop the bleeding enough to some how make the pain subside, however with the limp he had also acquired Murasaki didn?t seem to be a contender any longer.


He slowly made it towards the closest tree, it was a fern that rose nearly thirty feet into the air.

This seems like a perfect place to rest for the remainder of the night. He started to climb the branches, slowly, he didn?t want his wounds to already start bleeding out again. He made it to a relatively high branch in a matter of minutes and decided to call it quits.

This looks like a good place, He said to himself, leaning back up against the trunk. We can rest here until day break, then, we need to try and find some food. That whore no doubt took my bag, my food and water rations. I left my map back there as well as the compass?lets face it, I?m pretty much fucked. He looked around, trying to salvage this debacle before he was actually killed. He didn?t care to much if he died, he just didn?t really want to be the first one to leave the island. Slowly he calmed down, enough to make himself realize he could survive all he had to do was play it smart from now on.

[Tobias]

Garlic was sneering at Raditzu?s long spiked tresses, gods he wished he had hair like that, when his head jerked backwards as if someone had grabbed onto the locks he didn?t have and pulled. A chill passed over him and was gone even before his melon of a head was brought back forward. It was fast, but biting, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes a home there even while warmth comes back to your flesh. And all the sudden it was warm. For some reason Garlic?s eyes had slid out of focus, and he blinked wildly to bring back sight. The blur around him was far too brown and green for the VIP Lounge. The gnawing suspicion that he was teleported was confirmed at the sight of a tree directly in front of him.

?Son of a bitch. They could have warned us.? By now he was used to suddenly appearing places, after all the times it happened. It still pissed him off.

Garlic shrugged the dufflebag of items off his shoulder and looked around. Grass and trees were sparse it seemed. There would be little cover here. The goblin knelt down to his bag and attached the basic scouter to his ear. Immediately it lit up with a power signature.

?Dammit. It?s too early for this. Hmm.? He watched the numbers scroll across its glassy surface, his mind pulling all the data it could offer and trying to form some sort of plan. He wouldn?t run: even if he could stomach it the invisible eye of the crowd was ever present. He couldn?t disappoint the people. But the fact remained; he needed cover. Garlic lowered his ki to the bare minimum and darted off in a stalking run. Mid stride he withdrew the neck and body of his guitar and connected them with a snap. Finally his short legs came to a stop behind an old shack. The scouter told him whoever it was was getting closer and fast. One halfhearted leap catapulted him on top of the abandoned building. Like a shadowy predator he crawled across the grimy shingles one hand griped firmly on the neck of his guitar. Then he saw him, and without a second thought leapt into battle.

When all was said and done Garlic was rising from the ground in a cloud of dust. A sharp succession of coughs followed him inhaling some, but wedged in between each one was a new curse.

?Well,? he even managed a dry tone while hacking away, ?That was less than satisfactory.? He noticed the Konat scrambling over the edge, and willed himself into flight before remembering he couldn?t. They would both walk away it seemed, and how the goblin hated those types of fights. But one good thing came out of it, he noted, swinging the brown instrument back and forth, this handles nearly as well as my ki blade!

Garlic jogged for a while, away from the buildings in the east, hoping to meet one of the mismatched crew he had joined in the lounge. This whole damned tournament would crumble if he didn?t. Luckily he broke through a patch of trees right on top of nearly the whole lot of them.

?Hotdog. That was easy.? He had a feeling the rest of the tournament wouldn?t.

[Kirano]

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

Bulma gave Bra a big hug. ?I?ll see you soon!? She smiled at Vegeta. She never got the chance to speak to Trunk?s, as she was instantly teleported to her location. She looked up, the sky was purple, and her surroundings were dark. There were noting but trees surrounding her. ?Whoowhoowhooowhooowhooo? were the sounds which were made by the owls. Bulma?s collar had been activated.

Stay alive I must!

Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:

Find each other. Kill each other.

If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

I swear that guy?s a jerk!

Bulma crouched low and slowly opened her bag.

Careful Bulma you do not want anyone to know where you are. Nobody as strong as you are anyway.

As quiet as a mouse Bulma opened her bag and pulled out her scouter. She kissed it, and then slipped it on her face. She knew the scouter would play a very important part for her survival. She decided to suppress her energy as low as she could, still crouched.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

And suddenly, the tournament began. All 44 fighters were teleported to random squares, to their dismay of being separated with their allies...

"Yaj?" Was what Piccolo Daimoun screamed, looking around for his friend, "Yajirobe!..." He stopped, glancing around, trying to use KI sense, "Where are you...?"

His Ki sense wasn't working, and he had no clue why. It was muddled up, and reminded him of the battle against Kooriza...The great battle that seemed so long ago.

The image stuck in his head was a dead Kirano, mangled and blood covered. His breathing becoming rapid as he thought about it, he also began to take an image of a mangled Gokua, from his dream so long ago...

But a new one occurred, which was very strange to the jade Namekian. He stood in a strange looking abode, one that was made of straw. A pile of bloody Namekians lay at his feet, and he knew he was the one that had caused their demise. Starring at them, enthralled by them, he looked as he saw Charango walk in the room, screaming an enraged and inaudible war cry as he dashed at him...

But he was back...The change in surroundings smacked him hard like a ton of bricks. Back to the tournament, he realized he was on the dirt, being cushioned by a strange duffle bag that lay underneath him...

Looking into the bag quickly, he found some a few provisions that would help him along in the tournament. Food, water, and a few devices he wasn't too sure on how to use...

"Alright, better get moving!" Piccolo Daimoun yelled, turning in a random direction. Taking a quick running start, he leaped off the ground to fly superman style. What happened, to his great dismay, was a short second of flying, followed by a beep of his collar that brought him harshly back to earth like he was wearing concrete.

"Shit..." He whispered, coughing and spluttering as he spit out the dirt and rocks that had become lodged in his mouth. His body had become cut up as well, from the friction burns that had occurred from moving along the ground.

"Don't wanna start off with a wound," He groaned as he gingerly stood up, and tried to regenerate his wounds. What occurred was another high pitched beep from the electronic collar, sending shivers and a painful electric shock down his spine.

"Damn it!" He yelled angrily, trying to catch his bearings as he realized that his damn neck devices was inhibiting all his greatest abilities. Cursing under his breath once more, he turned and began to walk.

Walking... He thought to himself. In his mind, walking was for losers who couldn't fly.

[Super Buu]

?Argh ?? Buu growled, rubbing the place where the cunning android?s elbow had hit him. ?How the hell did he -??

The monster?s complaints were interrupted by a loud groan. He turned to see Sixteen, a ki arrow embedded in his shoulder, wincing in pain.

?Sixteen!? the blob-like warrior cried, running towards the android with concern. Crouching to look at the wound, he cursed. The android had saved his life so many times, but when the time came to return the favour, Buu had let his friend get hurt. ?Hold still,? he ordered, gripping the flight of the ki-tipped bolt. With a sharp tug, he pulled it free, eliciting a roar of pain from the machine-hybrid and a spurt of blood from the wound.

?Thanks,? gasped Sixteen, his free hand clutching the injured shoulder to try and stem the oozing blood. ?Is he gone??

?Yeah,? murmured Buu, glancing over at the trees their enemy had disappeared off into. Spitting on the ground, he cursed again. ?He got away.?

Scampering over, the small blue cat known as Puar put his paws to his mouth at the sight of his ally in pain. ?Red, are you alright?? he squeaked.

?I?ve had far worse,? said the synthetic being, reassuring his friends with a bloody-handed thumbs up. ?I?m just pissed that old bastard got away. For a pensioner, he?s pretty slick.?

?You?re telling me!? exclaimed Super Buu irritably, sitting down on a nearby rock with his chin in his hands. ?I had it planned out perfectly!?

~~~Flashback To Before The Fight~~~

The colossal majin wandered through the dense forest, still fiddling with the collar around his neck. He didn?t like the feel of being constricted, especially not by something made of metal. Usually he just wore his parachute pants, and that was that. There was that one time at Lord Vine?s he?d been forced to wear a suit, but even then he had been uncomfortable. He was so preoccupied with the gold-coloured band of metal that he walked right into someone else. His hand jerked upwards violently, nearly taking off the collar and blowing himself up. ?Shit!? he exclaimed, reaching for his weapon before remembering that he had only been supplied with a playboy magazine.

The figure turned around and laughed at the rose-tinted being, who had fallen on the floor in panic. ?Buu,? he chuckled, ?you look surprised.?

The puttalin-based creature gave a sigh of relief. ?Sixteen! You nearly scared the life out of me! I mean -? he corrected himself quickly. ?I wasn?t scared, you just gave me a shock, that?s all.?

?Have you seen any of the others?? asked the hulking automaton, looking warily through the trees.

?Not y-CAT CAT CAT!? Buu?s sentence was interrupted by a small, furry creature that was tugging on the hem of his baggy trousers.

?Aren?t you a friend of Violet?s?? asked the cat innocently, looking up with beady black eyes.

?Uh, yeah ?? The monster looked too dazed to query on the fact that he was holding a conversation with a talking cat. He had of course, seen the animal before, but had been so drunk at the time that he remembered next to nothing of their brief meeting.

?Then, do you mind if I tag along with you? If we stick together, we might be able to find Violet and the others!?

Buu looked up at Sixteen, who nodded, and then looked down at the cat. ?I guess so,? he shrugged.

?Great!? With that, the blue-furred creature bent back on his haunches and leapt up. Using his hook-like claws, he scrambled up Buu?s trouser leggings and hopped onto the monster?s head.

The pink humanoid gave a low growl and clenched his fists. His head wasn?t designed to be used as a resting place for cats! Just as he was about to loudly point out said fact, a hand clamped over his mouth.

?Shh ?? the red-haired warrior cooed. His hand was pointing to a clearing, where what looked like a helpless old man was sitting in a makeshift camp.

Buu cackled under his breath. ?Too easy,? he whispered. ?Alright, here?s what we?re gonna do ??

~~~End Flashback~~~

?Well, there?s nothing we can do now,? sighed Sixteen. ?Just keep pressing on and see if we can find the others.?

?Guess you?re right ?? The pink monster shouldered his pack, though not before Puar had jumped onto it, complete with his own Felix-Brand Cat Satchel?. Slightly discouraged, but still determined to win, the three set off into the distance.

[Dave]

Piccolo adjusted the collar that he had just recently put on this collar limited is abilities. He could no longer fly or regenerate. He walked along the dirt road; the ocean waves were crashing along the shore. It was a very quite early morning the only sounds were crickets and the ocean waves.

The Namek opened up his bag and took out his weapon; he started to swing it around using mostly his wrist to maneuver it. After a couple of minutes he put his weapon back into his bag and took out his map. He opened and looked at it, the island of Dante was huge bigger than he anticipated, and he put the map back into his bag and closed it. Piccolo was hoping he could find Goten soon, that way he could form an alliance with him if he wanted. The jade warrior continued walking along the path, eventually a little shack came into sight. Piccolo made his way over to, he knocked on the door but it opened from the little force of his knock. He cautiously entered the little shack only popping his head around the door he looked around.

?The coast is clear? he sad to himself, the Namek then entered. Immediately after the door was finally open all the way some bats flew around and bolted out the door. He entered and looked around all he managed to find some decent firewood, he took some pieces and stuffed it into his bag. Under one of the wood logs he found some matches, he opened the little box and in it was five good matches the rest were ruined.

Piccolo made his way out of the little shack on back onto the dirt road. The sun was begging to rise causing it to get brighter out. Piccolo was happy with his findings and continued walking this time heading north, then eventually west.

[Violet]

The hard wood of the pew was an atrocity on the soft flesh of her rump. The plain, white canvas bag with the number 16 painted in solid red sat beside the woman as she busily rummaged through the supplies she had been given. A compass, a map, two days worth of bread and water, a basic scouter, no upgrades at all, she noticed with a frown, and last but not least, her Ki Pistol. The sleek barrel of the fun glittered in the faint light spilling in through the stained glass windows.

Slung across her leg, the heavy suit of Bio Armor was folded; she was debating on putting it on already, whether it would help her get an advantage, or make her seriously nervous. Leather was a little kinky, but I guess it would make due. It was surely better than the clothes she had on, and by the sheer smell of it, she needed a change. Fritos was not her favorite smell.

Lying the armor to the side, Violet stood, and began to peel away the clothing; the shirt making some funky crunching noise, the pants, crinkly. She usually didn?t go this long without a shower, but she would just have to live with it until she reached some kind of water. Living in the forest for a few years, and you pick up on some stuff.

Finally, the light copper skinned woman stood in just her bra, panties and a big clunky pair of brown Timberlands. Size nines. It would have looked funny for someone of her height, but the long, lean curves of her legs and hips made her look more willowy as opposed to short and squished. Being a fighter all her life, it had paid off physically, and one of the only reasons she was glad she had taken the career path she had.

The only thing that really disturbed the almost perfect canvas of her flesh was the pale white scar shredding across her lower abdomen. It was the surgery scar from years ago, when her dead child had been extracted from her womb, the child she had made with her husband. She couldn?t remember when they did it, just when they told her months after the fact; she didn?t even know she was pregnant.

They said she was only a few months along, that it wouldn?t have really made a difference if they left the child in or not, it would still have died. It was the saddest day of her life, more so than when her parents and best friend were killed right before her eyes, before a shot gun shell finally ripped through her chest and abdomen, silencing any pleas she would have made to spare her precious existance. The metal plating in her back wouldn?t bring back what was lost, and would forever stand as a monument to her tragedies.

What really bothered her, was how come the child?s spirit visited her in her deepest of sleeps, coaxing her to become something she, in her waking hours, was so adamant against? She would never figure it out, and the fear of treading on such fragile ground of the child?s implications, was something Violet didn?t want to even think about. It was the past. All of it was the past.

Slipping through the open chest of the armor, her feet shot through the wide bottom cuffs of the pants, and pulled it up her hips. It was certainly snug, she thought to herself. But it was comfortable, and that is all that mattered. Heavy, without being too heavy, all in all, she was pleased. Pulling the sleeves over her arms, hands peeking from the wrist cuffs like bunnies from a black magician?s hat, she eased it the top half up over her shoulders.

The front was spread open, the swell of her chest spilling through the gap. Leather thongs hung from the silver brackets lining the sides, falling down almost to her knees. She knew the bra would look awkward under the open center of the armor, but she?d be damned if a wardrobe malfunction, as they deemed it on the television, would happen. Not good for her, nor did she want a distracted opponent to slip up and make her victory too easy because he was too busy gaping at a little titty.

After lacing the front, Violet walked around in a small circle, testing out the flexibility and maneuverability of the new suit. It was almost too perfect, the fit sliding over her skin, as if she brought a tailor in to sew it directly to her form.

?Hot shit.? She complimented herself. Stuffing the worn, dirty garb into her sack, the long haired woman slung the sack over her shoulder and hustled out of the large establishment, and out into the open night as it yawned its gentle spill of moonlight over her leather clad form.

Black was always a good color for night, easier to stay hidden when the need arose and a quick exit was needed. Hell, if she knew that things like this were made back when she was still an assassin, it could have saved her a bullet wound or two. That was just her though. She was prone to bullets, sharp objects and such jabbing their way into her in some way or another. There was a jagged brown scar on her left shoulder that could vouch for that.

Ah she moved out from the limestone steps, her eyes spotted three figures in the darkness approaching from every side of her that wasn?t protected by the building.

Thinking that an attack was soon to be had, the words dripped from her lips.

?Oh, fuck.?

[Celipa]

As Super Buu began walking ? with 16 following behind, Puar slipped into to the puttalin warrior?s pack; through the top opening.

?Look guys! I don?t even have to walk! This is great!? squeaked Puar, peeping his out of the top of the pack.

Sliding back inside of the satchel, Puar began to scrounge through Buu?s belongings. Pawing past this and that, the blue quadruped eventually came across a magazine?the cover of which was decorated with tantalizing human women. Each was scantily clad, in different kinds of lingerie.

?Yoink!? exclaimed Puar, grabbing the magazine.

Browsing through the magazine, Puar found that all it contained were pictures of naked women. What was a cat supposed to do with pictures of naked women!? With a shrug, Puar dropped the magazine, and climbed to the top of the sack to peep once more out of its opening. Sixteen was walking a few paces behind, gazing off into space. He appeared to be blocking his injury from his mind?and he was doing a good job at it.

Super Buu appeared slightly disgruntled at having to carry not only his own weight, but Puar?s as well. But, c?est la vie. With a shrug, Puar ducked back down into the back and began to pace around in circles. Finally finding a comfortable spot, the sky blue feline laid himself down to nap, pulling Super Buu?s open porn magazine over himself as a blanket. But Puar found it difficult to sleep, what with Super Buu?s walking tossing him to and fro within the pack and all.

With a sigh, Puar sat back up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he climbed lazily to the top of pack once more ? peeping again out of the bag?s opening. Gazing over the environment which moved with every step Super Buu took, Puar rested his head on his paws ? beginning to zone out.

[Raditzu]

A simultaneous feeling of annoyance and hesitant appreciation filled Raditzu as he was dropped unceremoniously onto the mossy floor of the island. That Kyle... or whatever his name was... sure knew how to mix things up. Why be sitting comfortably on your bed when you could be tossed, unsuspecting, into a tournament where one attempts to dismember another in the most entertaining fashion possible? The long-haired saiyan was slowly pushing himself up from the ground when a large sack dropped onto his head with a dull clank. Whoever was in charge of teleporting stuff had some pretty serious aim. Some of the contents spilt from the bag and rolled about the dirt. Rad simply rolled his eyes and went to collect his possessions. This was actually the first time the saiyan had to see what-all he was given in this glorified battle royal.

"Lesee... bread..." Rad ripped a bite from one of the two loaves before shoving them aside to what else he was given. "Some bottles of water." With a flick of his thumb the long-haired saiyan tore the top from one bottle and downed half its contents. He wasn't worried about running out of it... they were on an island. "A piece of paper... a compass." Rad tossed the folded up map over his shoulder, along with the compass, for something much more interesting had caught his eye. "What do we have here...?"

Diving into the bag, Rad took a firm grip on the weapon he had been given and yanked it from his bag with a grin. A feeling of gleeful anticiaption, not unlike christmas morning, washed over the warrior as he suryeved the device. It was fairly gun-shaped, but it certainly looked as though it was designed to fulfil a very specific purpose. He pointed what he hoped was the barrell at a nearby tree and gave the trigger a couple of squeezes. The two fired projectiles tore away chunks of the tree as they glanced off of it. Rad could only imagine how painful it would be to actually be hit by something like this. His grin still glued to his face, Rad tossed the weapon back into his bag and looked around at his feet.

In all his excitement with his new toy, Rad had managed to trample the innocent piece of folded paper that lay beneath his boot. With a deft swipe of his hand, the warrior snatched up the paper and examined it. Only then did he notice that it was, in fact, something that had been folded up. Moreover, it was something that would probably prove very useful. With the map fully unfolded, Rad plopped down, once again, into a sitting position on the mossy floor and grabbed a nearby stick. With a snap of his fingers, a spark of ki flashed against the stick, causing it to burst into flames. Very carefully, Rad handed the stick to his tail, which coiled around the flaming branch and held it above the map. The saiyan thrust an accusing finger at the starting location that had been marked off for him before wandering aimlessly across the paper. He didn't have any real plan, since he knew so little about the island and his competition, but he had to start somewhere. After taking another cursoery glance at the paper, Rad folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket instead of back into the bag.

"Now lets see..." Rad swiped the compass from the ground as he stood up. "How about..." the saiyan spun in several circles before coming to a stop and looking down at his compass again, "... that way."

The compass was tossed back into Rad's bag and the bag itself was slung over his shoulder. Not wanting to attract unwanted attention, Rad tossed the burning branch of his shoulder (carefully avoiding his luscious locks, mind you) without bothering to put it out. With a powerful leap, Rad beagn moving towards his randomly chosen location. Though he quickly found that flying would not be an option, he was not overly put off. A nice jog would be good for him.

[Toshiro]

The hybrid moved swiftly. He had made a breife encounter with the bald human, and part of his mind was cursing him for the fact of it. He should of killed the cue balled schmuck when he had the chance. But that damned sheild he had.. That prooved a problem. He shrugged his shoulders and swore in his mind for not actually paying attention to the details in the echibition hall.

His feet where like springs as he leapt his way north once more. Paying the human no sense of mind.

[Android 17]

Seventeen had only been participating in Dante?s Abyss for a few minutes when the namekian decided to drop in on his fun. Luckily, the android had scared away the savage, card-wielding alien using the energy-based rocket launcher that he received as his starting weapon. With that fast-paced encounter behind him, the machine-hybrid picked up his satchel of supplies, slung the rocket launcher over his shoulder, and started toward the forest. He wanted to quickly get out of the area to prevent any of the other contenders from ambushing him as well. The cybernetic warrior had only run a few hundred feet when he took a short break to actually assess the situation.

From his surroundings, it was apparent that he had been deposited in a deep forest region. The moon wasn?t visible, so Seventeen could deduce that it was probably at least sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Running a hand under his chin, the android noticed for the first time that a collar had been placed around his neck. The presence of a security band around his throat brought with it more memories of Friend or Foe: Memories that sent shivers down his spine. When he let his elevated hand fall down to his side, Seventeen noticed the wound inflicted by the namekian?s card. It was a surface wound?more like a paper cut if anything, but the fact remained that it still hurt. The android hadn?t caught the alien?s name, but he was sure that if he encountered him again there would be hell to pay. Nevertheless, the machine-hybrid quickly swallowed down his fears, picked up his sleek weapon, and pressed onward.

Seventeen continued his trek through the trees until he finally emerged the forest into a tiny clearing. He stepped over the thick shrubs and found himself on a rather thin path that ran the course of the clearing he had stepped into. Slinging the archaic sack over his shoulder, the android tensed up his trigger finger as he slowly started down the trail. His journey was a rather short one, and soon enough he was standing in the shadows of a rather large structure. The building seemed rather old in nature, but before Seventeen could take the time to properly scan the structure, he heard some branches snap behind him.

[Raz]

A brisk awakening brought Goten back from the dazed half-concuious sleep he had been able to lull himself into the few hours before... the Saiyan had remained in his placement for far too long and now began to counter plan what he had initially thought prior.

"Alright," Said his inner monolog as he whipped out the small paper map from his knapsack, igniting a quick discussion with himself. "Then again, I'll be damned if I'm with my back to water."
Turning his head briefly to the side in child-like interest, he nodded, then pocketed the map. Something cold brushed against his hand upon entering which seemed to clink with a tap against his other device.
"Huh... least it doesn't run on steam." Reluctantly, he placed the old fashioned scouter upon the side of his head and made a few minor alterations.

The thick forest ahead of him was brustling with activity of local wildlife, though he could neither see nor feel the presense of any other living organism aside that from himself. Completely dense of impulses about him... wonderful.

What his scouter could track was an aray of multiple closer signals, yet no definition of distance nor strength could be determined. The small device had been about as useful as a paper weight. Nonetheless, the halfling took care in keeping his steps and visability to a rare minimum to avoid the potential arrival of any hostile residence.