Day One: Early Morning

[Piccolo Daimoun]

Now changing into a run as he took in his new surroundings, he was disappointed at the unappealing flora, and the lack of native fauna on the planet. It was unappealing to him, with a few standard earthly trees planted along the plains. The only sounds he heard were his feet hitting the ground as he jogged, and the sound of his duffle bag, now slung over his shoulder, smacking his arm.

Taking a look in the bag for the second time, he took a moment to actually see what he had. Looking into it, he saw what he had heard called bread on Earth. Sniffing it, he felt it unnecessary for his survival. Namekians don't need to eat.

He also found a bottle of water. Smiling, he knew he would need to drink, and keep himself well replenished if he was to survive. Shuffling the water beside the bread, he noticed two things that he knew were meant for navigation; a map and a compass...Neither of which was he acquainted with, so they were deemed useless and shuffled to the side.

Something caught his attention, but his attention was taken directly from him as he felt a skinny but long object. He felt it quite painfully, as he walked directly into it, it made a crunching noise but didn't give any quarter, causing him to rebound off and hit the ground with a soft thud.

"Damn it, what was..." He asked quietly and semi-calmly, stopping his sentence as he saw what it was he hit.

A tree, directly from the soil of Namek. Normally, this wouldn't bother a typical person, but he had many repressed memories...

An execution was about to happen, and Piccolo Daimoun knew he was about to be the body to hang from the tree. Being pushed forward by someone behind him, he heard Charangos? voice, too clearly for the situation, "Forward Daimoun, your time is now."

Containing his rage, he didn't know how much longer he could hold himself down, and something was coming up through him. Dropping to his knees, he couldn't contain the horrible anger, and a tantrum was about to ensue...

"No!" He bellowed as hard as the breath in his lungs could be forced out. Something was happening within his head, a piece of him that had been long buried was surfacing...One that had been contained for too long.

"Too long to stay down," A new voice spook, one that wasn't quite Daimoun's. He still had his old memories, but he had the ancient ones...The ones that were actually his, not someone that was just looking through his eyes...

"Charango, I will find you, but I have to deal with this infernal body first..." Was what the new entity spoke, well aware that he didn't have the power to become a Super Namekian anymore, like his brother. Something like that would have to be relearned.

He remembered the people that looked up to him, and smiled darkly, "Now, how long will I keep these people strung along?"

Time would only tell.

(Ooc: Daimoun has changed, for the time being.)

[Old Captain Silver]

Silver stretched his limbs and scanned his new surroundings. The game Dante's Abyss had finally started and the silver eyed human was anxious to spill blood. Reaching into the bag that was provided, the man took out his map and gave it a quick look over. Silver could not tell where he was just by looking at it however.

There is no need to rely on any one else, Tarnoc whispered inside the orange haired human's mind.

That?s a very good idea, Silver replied.

Lets find that fat dude, Tarnoc spoke again. I wanna hear him squeal like a piggy being spitted.

The last comment made Silver throw his head back and give a maniacal laugh. His unique eyes glowing in the sunlight. There was a new glint in them which amazed the owner. He loved the idea of being able to kill purely for other people?s entertainment.

Silver's weapon was still being held like a knife in his teeth. The spoon would not be to useful now so the orange haired man began to walk in no particular direction, in search of prey and better weapons.

So, you gonna eat? Tarnoc asked.

Don't open your mouth again shit face, the trench coat wearing man sneered.

His white gloves clung to his sweaty hands, but he did not take them off. They were the only holy thing on his body and that kept a part of the man sane. Silver broke off into a run, not caring who he ran into. This game was all about suspense and blood, two things Silver just recently began to love. The prospect of feeling fresh warm blood running over his finger tips made the orange haired man to take off his white gloves. Sticking them in a pocket in his coat, the human male took the spoon from his mouth and started to spin it in between his fingers. Suddenly he lifted his head to the sky and opened his mouth.

?Come kill me if you must!? Silver screamed at the top of his lungs. ?Only when I am dead will I show mercy!?

OOC: Anyone Silver encounters, he will fight to the death

[Spencinator]

Beeping constantly, the scouter would not let up, it just kept on the same pace of rapid beeping. 'Buukin tried to ignore it, yet the beeping had started to seep into his thoughts. "SHUT UP!" Screamed Panuukin at the top of his lungs, yet the beeping had continued. Finally giving in to the beeps, 'Buukin jammed his finger on the button of the scouter, and yellow text typed themselves onto the lens, leaving a message for the paunchy saiyan.

It read as followed: 'WARNING! APPROACHING HIGH KI ENERGY SIGNATURES WARNING! APPROACHING HIGH KI SIGNATURE.' The message kept being type repeatedly, until the scouter finally blew, leaving only a charred remain of the scouter, luckily, Panbuukin had managed to pull the pathetic excuse for electronic hardware off his face and onto the ground with a large thump.

"What the fuck was that about?" Now looking curiously at his broken scouter.
What had caused the thing to blow like that? The power it read must have been immense for the scouter to go on the fritz like that, but who in the world could have caused such a thing to happen?

"Hey fatass! Ready to lose some precious blood?"
There standing on the guard, was Silver staring menacingly at Panbuukin. His sharp silver shaded eyes, bored holes into 'Buukin's skull
"Carrot Top! Good to see ya pal, where ya been on this hectic island?"
The chubby Saiyan spoke cheerily to his new 'companion'.

EDIT: I truly apoligize for the shortness, I was in a rush.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Blue, Panbuukin and Captain Silver

"Carrot Top?" Buukin asked again, a little confused. "I said where ya headin?"

Again, Silver didn't answer. He just stood there, bag in hand, and a shiny silver spoon in the other.

"Hey...you're starting to creep me out," the overweight saiyan said, a little spooked. He backed up in defense. "You okay? We're cool, right? We're buddies!"

"There are no buddies in this game," Silver growled. His eyes narrows as he dropped his bag. "Only cold-blooded rivals!" With that said, the orange-haired warrior lept forward.

"Shit!" Buukin used what little speed he had to leap out of the way of the coming tackle. Silver's fist hit nothing but air, but his landing gave him momentum to push to the side. "What the fuck, Silver?!" Buukin shouted as the fighter lept onto him, "I thought we were buddies?!"

A fist to the jaw shut the fat saiyan up. "I said there are NO buddies in this game!"

"Suit yourSELF!" At the last syllable, Buukin shot a kick up, slamming a bulky foot into the stomach of Silver. The fat man hated having to fight a friend, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight, regardless of who it was.

The two hurried back to their feet. Silver was the first to strike, slamming both wrists onto Buukin's jaw. The big saiyan spun around, using his strength as a key point, but Silver ducked his swipe.

The orange-haired fighter brought his spoon up. It collided with Buukin's neck, fought through the tissue and stopped at the bone. The look of shock on Panbuukin's face made Silver grin. He was loving this.

When the spoon was removed, Buukin fell backwards. He died a slow, painful death of suffocation, as the air left his body before he could inhale or exhale it. The hole in his neck was proof the spoon was just as deadly as anything else.

"Didn't take you for a traitor," Silver heard a few moments later. He was just grabbing Buukin's supplies when he looked up to see Conroy Blue standing there, a sword in his palm. "Guess looks can be deceiving."

"You saw the whole thing, huh?" Silver asked him, continuing his rave through the dead saiyan's bag. He took the food and water, leaving the rest. "Guess you're next?"

Blue just grinned, "Think you can take me, too?"

Silver narrowed his eyes. He looked from the dead saiyan to Blue, and then back. "As much as I'd love too..." He crouched, preparing his exit. "It's time to take my leave."

Blue launched forward, not wanting Silver to get away. But before he could do anything, the orange-tipped fighter lept backwards, landing on a branch, and then launched away, faster then before.

"Damn," Blue cursed. He looked at Panbuukin, laying there with a gaping hole in his neck. "An ugly death."

#10 Panbuukin DEAD

43 Fighters Remaining

The paper fan is there if Blue wants it. It's revealed the Blue has a ki sword.

[Hellfighter 17]

OOC: ZOMG! It?s Trunks, Kami, and Thirteen!

?Trunks and Kami, eh?? the humanoid questioned himself, grinning as he answered himself with glee. He allowed his optical receptors to revert back to normal, and thus blurring the two figures into a haze of unrecognizable shapes and colours. Diminishing his grin, he started to walk towards the duo, feeling no rush to run towards his partners. He put his hands in his pocket, taking his hand off of the backpack and forcing his shoulders to bear the brunt of the weight.

He kept his eyes focused on the two for the main part, but the odd time he would stray his view, looking towards noises that could be hear din the distance. He noticed a bright explosion that illuminated his right eye?s field of vision, but otherwise the stars in the distance did not serve as a useful flashlight. The horizon didn?t serve as much of an entertainment zone, with no events appearing within the sight of the naked eye.

Seventeen could tell that he was now within a hundred meters of the duo, allowing him to pick them up with his stripped scouter. He stopped momentarily, reading the figures that popped up on the device. At first he could not understand what they were telling him, since it appeared that they were using a different numerical system than that which was developed on Earth or any other planet he was familiar with. Going through the options, which was quite tedious for the useful contraption, he set it so that it would display in native saiyan (not the degenerated language taught now, but the one that made sense). Taking another reading, his smirked as it displayed their powers to him. The two of them seemed to have a relatively low signature to them at the moment, which was not surprising since it was just the two of them.

The humanoid was just about ready to turn off the device, but then his peripheral vision caught on something. There was a rather tall, bulky figure running towards the two, with their hands waving wildly in the cool air. He jerked his head forwards and squinted his eyes. It appeared to be the android, Thirteen, that he met in the VIP Lounge not so long ago. To make sure that this guesstimate was correct, he pushed the ?on? button for his scouter and immediately the two numbers he had received before appeared, but nothing else?this person was definitely robotic, supporting the hell fighter?s deduction.

Turning his tool back off, Seventeen began to walk again, and he took note that the three began conversing, though it didn?t seem to intimate from what he could tell. Eventually he was close enough to distinctly identify their clothing, and Trunks pointed the humanoid out to his partners, who immediately turned their heads towards the android. Trunks gave a meek high wave to signify that he knew it was the hell fighter. The three seemed to wait for Seventeen, which made him quicken his pace. Once he was a dozen or so feet away, he greeted them.

?Hey, guys.?

[Retane]

(OOC:I ain't dead yet!)

The warrior laid upon the sea of grassas the warrior began to stir. He had collapsed not long after the short battle.. The sun had begun to rise as the namek came to his senses. He rose to a seated position wincing at his movements. He gazed down at his body noticing the the partially charred clothing and blackened skin. His clothing had softened the effect of the flames but he knew the battle wounds would effect his movements.

Retane slowly and painfully stood up. He looked around, catching sight of the battlefield and could only give off a simple smirk. Not even a day into the tournament and he had his taste of adventure. Though, that taste had him hooked. He wanted more. The taste of danger and playing the part of a god sent a rush of excitement throughout his body.

In all technicallity, he wasn't actually sending his foes to the afterlife. He was only eliminating them from the tournament.

The warrior warrior walked over to a thick patch of trees and bushes. With each movement he was reminded of his recent battle. He desired to rest and hide from the mocking sun. It always seemed brightest during it's dreaded rising. But oh how it gloomed when it fell.

Pushing his way to hide and recover, the warrior collected a few vines and huge leaves. When he found a secluded spot and perfect resting area, which let no ray of sun pass through the canopy, the warrior went to work. He ripped a peice of his worn vest and wipped the light velvet colored ooze that flowed from the wounds. He then proceeded to double wrapp the huge leaves around his first degree burns and tie them on with the vines. The vines would increase the pain now, but would lessen it later. The leaves would offer some small ammount of protection in fiuture engagements. After his wounds were dressed the warrior leaned against a tree. He reached into his bag and pulled out a canteen of water.

After quenching his thirst, the namek closed his eyes to rest... to think... and to strategize.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Goten, Piccolo and Piccolo Daimoun

Goten knew Piccolo was there, and vica versa. Neither had spoken, or made any moves to attack. It was like an unspoken bond; they both knew it was smarter to just deal with each other. The teenage saiyan had no problem tossing a few branches to the namek in order to help him out.

However, not everyone was up for such a friendly game. Lurking nearby was the always watchful Piccolo Daimoun. He recognized Piccolo immediately from his past, making this surprising meeting all the more delightful.

Goten was looking over at Piccolo when he realized there was another figure nearby, just behind the namek. The first words he spoke to his friend since they had met up was "Look out!"

Both of the Tonfas on Piccolo's wrists rose up with him as he spun around to defend himself. Sure enough, as Goten warned, he saw a warrior pouncing down on him. "Ha!" Daimoun shouted, landing smoothly on Piccolo's chest and kicking him roughly in the cheek.

PD was using his own weapon, a shield, as an offensive object. When Pic got up and charged in retaliation, he was forced to clash his tonfa with the shield. The ki from the shield forced him back.

After the shield hit Piccolo right in the temple, Goten joined the fight. "First and last warning!" The saiyan shouted after he jumped next to Pic. "Leave, or die. I'm dead serious."

It was decision time. Daimoun crouched, grinning. Oh no...running wasn't in his playbook.

"Suit yourself," Piccolo commented, getting up from the cheap shot. He and Goten got into fighting positions.

The duo charged forward...right into Daimoun's trap. "Masenko-HA!" The sudden blue light that erupted from the namekian's fingertips hit Goten hard enough to sprawl him backwards. While it didn't hurt him, it was enough to keep him out of it for those few moments.

Now having Pic to himself, he brought an arm up to block the punch with the shield. When the collision of ki and tonfa met, Daimoun grabbed the other tonfa and agressively pulled it from the man's wrist.

Daimoun just barely avoided the recovering Goten's tackle. He rolled behind Piccolo, moving the tonfa into a key position.

Goten looked up at the wrong time. "What the...?" Pic asked no one, confused. The tonfa was around his neck. The large metal bar was on one side, and wrist-holder was on the other.

"Game over," the older namekian told Piccolo.

Goten lunged forward, "NO!"

Daimoun forced the tonfa to the side, smashing the neck bone of the younger namekian. Piccolo's eyes bulged for a moment before fading almost immediately. A very quick death.

"Bastard!" Goten's entire body smashed into the surprised Piccolo Daimoun's, who dropped Piccolo. The saiyan raised his fist and slammed it upon the namek's face. Again. Again. Again. The fifth was caught. But Goten was still pissed.

The teenager got up, holding onto PD's hand, and kicked the arm furiously. It snapped the wrong way, literally. "AAAAGGGGH!" Roared the older namek. How had things gone from so good to so bad this quick?!

PD brought his foot up, smashing into Goten's crotch. This was enough to take down any man, regardless of race. Thinking quick, Piccolo Daimoun jumped up and hurried up, whimpering as his arm flapped with each step he took.

Goten fell to the side, holding his midsection. His eyes glazed over Piccolo, hoping against hope that the tonfa hadn't actually got him.

Unfortunetly, hope didn't mean shit in Dante's Abyss.

#41 Piccolo DEAD

42 Fighters Remaining

Goten can take the Tonfa if he wants.

Piccolo Daimoun has a broken arm. Major injury.

[Whompt]

?They couldn?t even wait for morning?? the blue-eyed man growled as he kicked his way through the foliage. Not for the first time, he found himself regretting joining this contest. Stopping for a moment, the red-haired male took time to dig through the duffle bag he was given. For the most part, it was a disappointing event. However, one item in particular caught his eye, causing the psychopath to grin in anticipation. ?Now that?s what I call a weapon!? Laughing, he laid it down on the ground and attached the scouter to the side of his temple.

Zipping the bag back up, Blue picked up his weapon and continued on. Ahead of him, loud voices caught his attention, so the trained warrior made his stealthy way closer. In a clearing ahead of him were two men, men he had met during his brief stay in the VIP quarters. At the time, the sapphire-themed man had thought them friends, but the way they were acting spoke of the opposite. Remaining in the bushes, the blue-eyed fighter decided to see how this played out before acting.

Moments later the battle was over, a short, grisly affair in which the chubby saiyan had died. It seemed?. Wrong. Why would he kill his friend? However, Blue wouldn?t receive his answer just yet, for after a brief conversation, the strange man turned tail and ran. Snorting his disapproval, Conroy muttered softly something offensive about cowards and walked over to Buukin?s corpse. ?You should?ve picked better allies, pal.?

That said, the blue-eyed fighter searched the dead warrior for anything of value. Hey, he might feel sorry for the guy, but that doesn?t mean Blue?s going to leave something useful on the body. Sadly, the traitorous Silver had taken the rations with him, leaving only a paper fan. ?What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?? Roy asked the corpse, receiving only a blank stare. Still even dead, Buukin was more lively than that damned store clerk.

Dropping the insignificant item onto the warrior?s chest, Blue bid him adieu and moved on through the jungle.

[Sammah]

?Arg?how long has it been already?? The king asked, pushing himself off of the large stone. Reijin looked up towards the sky and noticed the new position of the sun.

?Only a few hours.? He appeared to be slightly disappointed with the current events, as was Vegeta. The king gazed upward and took note of the placement as well.

?I forgot how boring staking out was. Bah.? He spat on the ground and began walking towards a heavily wooded area.

?Where you going?? The shorter haired Saiya-jin cocked a brow, as did his little green friend.

?I?m going for a walk.? Vegeta replied without halting or turning in gesture. The Saibaman grunted and waved his hand in the air wildly as he was saying good bye.

?Alright, well don?t get your head blown off!? Reijin chuckled just before Vegeta vanished into the small forest.

Vegeta huffed, remembering the collar that encaged him tightly. If it wasn?t for this damn mechanism this tournament would be over by now. So many rules, Vegeta hated rules; he?d rather just go in, take care of business and come out with a smile. ?Hm?? He stopped as he heard something rustle in the bushes nearby. Thoughts of questioning the noise approached his mind, but he didn?t want to give away his position for any nearby threats. There was a tree close by with large branches, easy concealment for the king as well as full featured vision over the area. Vegeta jumped onto the branches, bouncing back and forth like a ninja until he reached a reliable spot. His eyes gazed down, searching for the location he was just in, and noticed the bushes moving once again.

He sat and watched, yet nothing seemed to come out of the greenery. ?Come on?? Vegeta muttered under his breath. The wind began to blow against his back, almost causing him to lose his balance but he gripped tightly onto the aged bark and stabilized himself. A low growling noise then bellowed from below, and a small boar came pouncing out of the bushes, face covered with a red liquid. ?Huh? Is that?blood?? Vegeta was too high up to tell just exactly what kind of material it was. He knew if he wanted to find out, he?d have to take a closer look.

He stood up on the branch fully erect and took a deep breath. This?ll be a long fall without the use of flight, so he prepared himself for whatever impact he may be dealt. Just as he thought though, a picture came into view. From his current location in the tree he was able to see farther down into the horizon. A large mountain top was peaking up as if it was tempting the Saiya-jin, perhaps pinpointing the location of something great. His vision became a stare, almost a hypnotic illusion as the mountain almost appeared to be calling the Saiya-jin king.

Just before losing it completely, the boar made another snort and recalled Vegeta?s attention. His eyes snapped downward, and he noticed the large pig trotting away. ?Oh no you don?t.? Vegeta jumped off the branch and fell hard onto the grassy ground, with the help of gravity of course. A subtle quake rocked the area upon impact and startled the young beast. It took notice of the king and began to dart away, unfortunately for the plump beast, his speed was no where in comparison to a Saiya-jin?s. Vegeta appeared in front of the boar and pounced on it.

?Come here you living bacon sample!? He wrapped his arm around the boar?s throat and pinned it into the dirt. It squealed horribly and struggled to break free, almost the same way Vegeta had earlier with the saibaman. The moisture on the beast?s mouth was still wet, still fresh from a few moments prior and Vegeta planned on finding out what it was. He slid his finger along the boar?s lips and brought the extraction up to his nose, sniffing it with curiosity. With a few more sniffs, he noticed the scent of familiarity. ?Are these?berries?? Vegeta knew he had to taste it for sure, even if it just came off the slobbery mouth of a pig. He reluctantly slid the sample across his tongue, allowing his taste buds to do the work for him and analyze the situation. ?Heh?so they are.? Vegeta stood up and allowed the boar free, gazing over towards the bushes where he had first encountered the noise.

?Fresh start, always good to get ahead in the game.? He walked over to the fruitful brushes and took notice of the small red balls that hung off the vines. There were plenty of berries for both him and Reijin, something that would come in handy after the bread had run out. Supplies were always a must in a survival mission, and getting a head start was always a good plan. He began picking the circular food off the bushes and dropping them into his bag, making sure not to squish them and lose their value. As he finished up, feeling satisfied with his harvest, he stood up and spun around to meet with the same boar eye to eye.

?Huh? What do you want?? Vegeta questioned the beast. He got a few snorts and growls in return; obviously the pig was angered by the king stealing away his food. ?I?m sorry; I didn?t see your name on this bush.? Vegeta began walking back towards the direction where Reijin was waiting at, when the beast continued to pursue the Saiya-jin with a huddle of noises and groans. ?Eh? Damnit, just shut up already!? Vegeta spun around and threw a round house kick into the boars head, knocking it out instantly as it rolled around a few times like a pizza pie. A smirk appeared on Vegeta?s face, and he continued his trek up the hill.

?Back so soon?? Reijin questioned as he saw Vegeta return within minutes.

?Yeh, I had a little run in, nothing serious though. I also found some food for later.? He opened his bag and handed over half the findings to the Saiya-jin ally.

?Berries? What, you couldn?t bring back some meat or something?? Vegeta thought about it for a minute.

?Meat?? he remembered the boar, ??damnit!? he cursed aloud as feeding off the pig?s meat would?ve been more fulfilling then eating these damned berries. A small drip of sweat appeared on his forehead. ?Damned beast??

[Belle Hibiki]

Kid Buu had learned a few things about the forest over the course of the last few hours. Unfortunately, none of them were pleasant. He brushed another low hanging branch out of his way and made a face. The branch rustled its soft leaves innocently, as if unaware that it could bring death swooping over Buu's head faster than the lickety-split of a scythe cleaving through flesh. Buu crouched and listened, cocking his head to the side. He heard only that ever-present nothingness, occasionally broken by the sudden distant rumbles of small thunderclaps - explosions, Buu realized - and the rarer but even more jarring scream.

Somehow when he had signed up he had been expecting a little more action; that definitely would have been more preferable than this. An enemy that could be seen wasn't likely to terrorize you, but an enemy unseen might leave you screaming at ghosts.

There was another explosion, closer this time, and Buu's fingers bit so hard into the strap of his satchel that he nearly pierced the hard-woven fabric with his ebony fingernails. Time to move, he thought. He hurried forward into the darkness, extinguishing the small bead of ki that he had kept lit on his fingertip for light as he went. The moon had long since evaporated into the starry ocean above, and the early morning still had enough pitch left in it to make passage a hazard. He stumbled as if he were still drunk over near invisible roots and patches of dead leaves, though any remnants of that possibility had been left on a defenseless, unsuspecting bush miles away.

For ten minutes, perhaps fifteen, he continued to move, angling slightly away from the sound of the nearby explosion. He brooded as he went, because brooding was something humans were liable to do when faced with even trivial challenges and he was one of them for now, at least in part. Before he had absorbed Dunhan, Buu knew that something like an explosion would never have deterred him from a homicidal rampage. To the young child, a threat had been something to be eliminated, nothing more or less. In ways, he thought to himself, he really had become stronger... Just as in many other ways he had allowed himself to become weaker. He shivered and then restrained a yelp as a thick blanket of branches whipped and scratched him across the face.

He burst through into a small clearing, fought to regain his balance, and just managed to avoid ramming into the figures ahead. He reeled back, sucking in a breath between his clenched teeth before he recognized them. "Seventeen! Violet!"

It was the android and the woman! No one could have mistaken that oddly colored hair, already streaked with grey at such a young age, and Violet was, well, Violet; it was hard to mistake those curves, no matter how dark it was. Buu felt his spirits soar. At last! He had allies. Before he could say anything else, however he felt something warm and wet slide down his cheek. Hesitantly he reached up, his fingers registering the collar on his neck before he wiped the curious substance away and brought it up to his eyes.

It was the dead last thing Buu would have liked to see if he had been forced to make a list of a thousand things. Faintly purple, a drop of blood quivered and beaded down the crook of his thumb.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

(This happens before the fight with Goten and Piccolo)

He liked being free, for the first time in what felt like a century to him. Bounding it great leaps across the playing field, he started to move in random directions, to try and find someone to team up with in this bloodsport...

Why would he want to team up with others? Why wouldn't the now resurfaced evil want to go on a hunt for anything that moved, to brutally murder and satisfy an unquenched lust that he felt hungering in the very pit of his stomach?

It was very simple, at least to him. Without the power of SNS, he had no chance to stand up to people that could change like into some kind of super being. His only chance was to team with such people, until they become unneeded. Then, they would be ripe for the picking...

Stopping, he hadn't realized how fatigued he was. It was pretty ungratifying, as strong as the body was in relative to a regular Namekian, to be in control of such a weak form of himself. Looking at the pack he had on his side, he chugged some of the water.

Looking at the bread, he wondered why he kept it. Light as it was, it was just more dead weight, and he considered throwing it aside. He wondered why he needed it, and he considered all the possibilities it could be used for, while he was resting up from his powerful bounds and previous leaps.

He thought about using it as a weapon, but realized that it was too soft to do any damage. Besides, the device he held in the bag would do much better then any piece of bread could.

Diplomacy? It would be a strange tactic for the jade Namekian to try, but he realized that he would have to be cold and logical to get through this game alive.

That's when he noticed two figures ahead.

(Ooc: This is meant for before the fight that has just happened, so people understand what happens.)

[Krillin]

Krillin acted cheery, but he wasn't. Someone he hardly knew had just tried to kill him. That was usually enough to put a damper on anyone's day. At the very least, however, he knew two things. One, that his shield was pretty fucking awesome, and two, that he could trust no one. Well, no one except for...

Twenty? It's me, Krillin. I think you're around here. Can't seem to sense you, but, well, yeah.

No response.

Well, uh...if you get this message, send me something. We need to meet up.

Krillin hastily severed the connection, as if fearful someone might be able to listen in, or worse, home onto his location. He needed to find shelter, and he needed to find it quick. For all of his defensive capabilities, the game would turn into a simple match of hide-and-go-seek if he couldn't find a good sleeping spot. Eventually, even the adrenaline would succumb to sleep.

If nothing else, he knew he needed to move. If they all had been put in separate spots, someone had caught on to his position. He had been lucky. Krillin doubted that the weapons stopped at simple melee pieces. There might be guns or something, and for all of his spunk, there wasn't much Krillin could do against some of those.

Krillin checked around himself once, twice, three times. No one in sight. That hardly meant anything, but it was more reassuring than catching a silhouette against the sun. He quickly scanned his map for hiding places. A few caught his eye, including the residential section and the lighthouse, but he hastily decided against those. They would, no doubt, be congregating places for either alliances, or stronger warriors looking to eradicate the simple-minded. No, safety seemed to be found in the wilderness.

And in the wilderness, Krillin would stay.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

(After the fight)

"Son of a BITCH!" Piccolo Daimoun exclaimed under his breath, not wanting to be found in his weakened state. He had taken a cheap shot to escape, he knew it, but he also was well aware that a broken arm was rather useless in a fight.

However, his Ki shield was doing rather well against the others. It was as good offensive as it was defensive, and he felt a connection to the weapon he had used to end that Namekian's life. He wanted to grab the strange metal bar that he had used to snap the other's neck with a satisfying crack, but he knew that he had to leave it behind if he wanted to leave in time.

Looking at his flabby arm, the jade Namekian was well aware that he couldn't regenerate the tissues and sinews through natural means. Having his inborn abilities taken away pissed him off, but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it...Except deal with the leader of this game afterwards...

Stopping and using the side of a tree for support, he was beginning to hate the new abilities of this weak body. He knew now that he would have to find allies, powerful ones that could ensure his survival until they outlived their usefulness...

He also wanted to find that boy. He smiled as thoughts of making him pay entered his mind.

Stopping to sit down and take a short rest, he took another swig of water. After all the days? happenings, he figured he had earned it.

[Bra]

Bra blinked in disbelief as a teeming, lush jungle paradise formed all around her. Birds chirped, creatures scampered to and fro on the jungle floor, and a pair of monkeys called to each other from high in the treetops, as if caught in a heated argument.

The princess? bag chose that moment to fall from the heavens and slam into her neck, planting her into the soft earth before bouncing harmlessly away. Shaking her head, the regal young woman climbed to her feet and retrieved the vicious bag, quickly withdrawing and activating her scouter before affixing it to her ear, flipping the visor in place in front of her eye.

Bra began to pull several obscure items from her knapsack, before withdrawing a set of what appeared to be assembly instructions. Arching one of her eyebrows, the princess quickly snapped and screwed the several pieces together, and soon, had a working something-or-other in her hands.

Throwing one of the bag?s straps over her left shoulder, the girl hoisted her newly formed item, grinning at the formidable weight in her hands. A quick glance at the nameplate removed any confusion as to what the object was, and a devilish smirk played across Bra?s elegant features.

Kicking off the ground, the cyan haired princess rocketed high into the air, spreading her arms, and then suddenly, catastrophically, everything went awry.

?The fuck?!? she exclaimed as she fell from the sky, collapsing - hard - onto her back with a pained wheeze in protest. ?Can?t... fly? Damn! Should?ve paid more attention to those stupid rules!?

Bra climbed to her feet, collected her belongings, and began to walk through the thick underbrush of the seemingly vast jungle.

Civilization didn?t appear to have any impact on this particular island, as everything appeared to have been untouched by mankind. It was, when Bra took the time to appreciate the scenery, idyllic.

The girl would have smiled had she not been forced to trudge through mud, pushing leaves and branches away from her face as she walked. Marching from place to place, the empress knew, would be far more taxing on both body and mind than simply flying over it all. It would also make some of her more devastating attacks much more dangerous to herself if and when she decided to unleash them.

The hybrid scoffed; perhaps vaporizing the entire island would be a good thing. The tournament would receive horrible ratings, lose copious amounts of money, and potentially be forced to close it?s doors forever. It would be a favorable alternative than allowing such a horrible blood-sport to continue unchecked.

Deciding to make things faster for herself, Bra kicked off the ground, gracefully landing within one of the towering trees, before leaping forward onto the next, and the next, and so on, jumping and flipping from branch to branch, and covering far more ground than she could ever hope to by simply wandering through the thick underbrush below.

The princess vaulted high into the air, and suddenly gasped softly, realizing that her target tree had no accessible branches for her to touch down on. Deciding to improvise, Bra planted her feet on the trunk of the tree and propelled herself as hard as she could, rocketing horizontally to another tree. A front-flip allowed her to slam her feet into - and skid across - a thick branch before hopping off and continuing her routine, leaving an enormous scar on the branch where bark should have been.

?Huh?? the halfling muttered under her breath, catching sight of a pair of numbers scrolling upon her scouter?s lens. Catching a branch overhead and hanging from it, the Bra watched as the numbers continued to scroll. ?Strong.? she observed.

The empress hauled herself up into the foliage above and continued toward the duo, slower this time, making every effort to utilize the element of stealth to her advantage. She didn?t have far to creep along the canopy high above the floor, and her scouter indicated that she was directly on top of her prey.

Bra frowned, knowing they probably knew she was nearby thanks to their own scouters, and that she would have to be extraordinarily careful to avoid giving away her exact location. Quietly, she descended halfway down her tree and slunk out onto an outstretched branch, hoping to get a clear view of whoever was beneath her.

The sight caused her to jump, which pushed her just past the brink of her equilibrium, and she fell from her perch. Cursing loudly, Bra quickly gained control of her descent and crashed into the forest floor, one hand and one knee planted in the dirt, the other hand holding her weapon above her head, protecting it from the fall.

?Raditzu!? she exclaimed, pulling herself to her feet and dusting herself off. Only then did she notice someone vaguely familiar to her. Desperately, she searched for a name, and finally found something she hoped would fit. ?...Goku?? she demanded. ?What?re you doing in that get-up??

?Actually...? the Goku look-alike began, scratching his arm as he spoke. The long haired warrior was quick to interject at the slightest of pauses.

?This? pops.? Raditzu declared, hooking his thumb to Bardock.

?Pops?? Bra inquired, a look of utter confusion occupying her visage. The older saiyan merely continued his introduction, ignoring the interruption.

?You can call me Bardock,? he explained. ?I?m Goku?s - and Raditzu?s - father, hence the resemblance.?

OOC: S'up, boys? Hope I didn't maul Bar's character too badly. =(

[Android-18]

The island was as dark as velvet. She couched low to the ground, not only because of the wrenching in her gut, but to stay out of sight. Now things were beginning to unfold, and she was thrown into the event along with 43 other blood thirsty warriors. She rummaged quietly through her pack. Her rations were a joke, but she didn?t need to eat as much as most creatures. She would make it last as long as she needed it to. The collar that had been places upon her neck felt constricting. She soon found out that it choked off her ki sense, and her ability to fly. Go figure, another item that made mice out of men.

She slid her weapon out of the bad and gave it a once over. The android laughed quietly, very quietly. The item would be useful. There was also a scouter, although much cheaper than the one she had, her LENS was no longer functional. She slid the device on and activated it, it was good enough. Nothing interesting was left, aside from a map. She did give it a look, but she wasn?t completely sure where she was. Using the compass she managed to narrow it down, and decided on the best route to take.

Her weapon had been in pieces, so she spent a few minuets putting it together. It would not fit in the pack anymore, but sit was light enough to carry. Finally a familiar sigh left her lips. What had she got herself into? She pulled herself to her feet and took a gaze a round the area. Trees and grass were all that she could see. Shadows and darkness were ever present. The sun would peak over the horizon in a matter of hours, but for now, the moon was the only light in the sky. She scoffed, there was no doubt she?d run into some person or another, she could feel it in her bones.

The crickets accompanied her footsteps. She treaded lightly, keeping her gaze left and right. Her weapon was gripped tightly in one hand, while the pack was secure on her back. She would not get ambushed, no way in hell. Her mind was as sharp as a tack, and no one would get the better of her. She hoped so, anyway. She did hear sounds off in the twilight, but shrugged them off and kept on her course. By the compass she was headed eastward, that was as good a direction as any.

[Uno]

The changeling stared at the dark blue sky, sun rise wasn?t to far away. He was laying on the branch of a tree, wondering if he?d find all the ones he met at the start of the game. All he found thus far was the cyan midget that was gitty with excitement. He could hardly sit next to the fire they had made. He?s actually a smart fighter, but his childlike ways and antics make you believe other wise.

They shared many things, like the tattoos, one on Koola?s chest, and the other on the tiny man?s face. But the blue alien couldn?t enjoy resting, because he heard a rustling in the woods near him. His friend heard it as well, and Bujin already got up and began to run toward the sound. The changeling had to jump down and stop him.

?What are you doing? We don?t even know who, or what that could be. I know you want to kill something, but please come down.? The rustling turned to a struggle, they were close to the action. The tiny man calmed down and used his senses, this could be an advantage. Even better, it could be an ally in trouble. They could team up and find the rest of them.

The rustling stopped for a second as the heard a snap, then some punches and kicks, another snap, and more rustling. ?Seems like a fight, lets go check it out.? The little man scurried away into the brush. Koola followed.

They stumbled onto the injured Namek, Piccolo Damoun. His arm was in bad shape, one of the snaps was probably his arm breaking. ?Well, what do we have here? What happened to you??

?I attacked a Saiyan and the younger version of myself. Killed the Namek, got beat by the Saiyan, and I kicked him in the balls and ran like heck. Now my arm hurts like hell. I?m gonna make that kid pay!?

Koola and Bujin both looked at each other and smiled. Then the teal-skinned man spook up. ?Point us to him.?

ooc: Koola and Bujin have teamed up with PD.

[Minoshia]

Minoshia had been on the move since earlier this morning. Upon arrival he had tried to catch a hint of what was to come via meditation, but as always he found this tiny little trick to be completely and utterly useless, though it did relieve some of the stress he had felt the other day. Perched, legs cross on the incline of the small hill, breeze running against the back of his head, carrying the locks of his mohawk skyward and into a fray. Blades of grass dancing below his young thighs. The young prince had risen however, to the screams of his nearby brother, it seemed the other Konat had gotten himself into a bit of a tussle early into the tournament, or slaughter, whichever suited your fancy.

As he walked briskly across the long fields, he was consciously trying to keep the adrenaline levels in his mind within their respective scales, he knew how eagerly the demon inside him was vying to escape his stronghold and unleash himself onto the world. How he would have his time, and it seemed as it would be sooner then later.

You'd better not get in my fuckin way boy. I'll tear you to shreds along with anyone else that crosses my path.

This format for a tournament doesn't really suit me, but try not to go to wild.

Minoshia tossled with himself, this wasn't that bad, usually the head pains that came with the arguing was unbearable, it seemed that their agreement on the matter helped the Konat focus.

He was jogging now, at quite a quick pace. He had found out earlier he hadn't the ability to fly, which as much as it had it's downfalls, it would keep the Prince from going into a rather sloth like state that he was prone to on most mornings. He seemed refreshed today. His vision was a bit hazy, a silver streak bearing down the left side of his scope of things, but that was the norm now. Everytime his mind gave way to the uncontrollable animal that occupied it, it seemed this phenomenom occured. He couldn't explain it, and wasn't really interested in trying.

As he reached the climax of the seemingly never ending incline, he spotted his brother in the crescent valley below him, grabbing his nose, which seemed to be in tremendous pain.

"Brother!" Tapion looked up and spotted his younger sibling, who simply nodded and walked slowly down to his brethren's side. As they embraced, Minoshia managed a small smirk on the stern face. For such a young child, he was so terriblly cold. His little ice heart, his fiery red eyes, unstereotypically calm and calculated for a Konatsa-jin, and especially one for his young age.

As they released, Minoshia stared off into yet another hillside. In his mind it began to fade into shades of grey, the only color was the glaring red crimson that had taken the place of the green blades of nature. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his tiny eyes and making everything tranform back to normal. His vision would become a reality soon, and these hills would be soaked with blood.

[Android 17]

Seventeen sharply turned and was confronted by the sight of absolutely nothing. The android let out a heavy sigh, angered and annoyed for being so antsy. Just as the android was about to turn around, he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed into the back of his neck.

?Any sudden moves and you win a free tracheotomy,? the voice was heartless, feminine, and vaguely familiar. The cyborg relaxed just a little bit and spoke slowly and softly.

?Violet?? He asked, his voice betraying the fear that was swelling within him, but when the chilly metal moved away from the back of his throat, the android let out a sigh of relief. A moment later, Violet walked around to face him?she had shed whatever garb she had been previous decked out in. Now she was clothed in a rather impressive, yet slightly reveling suit of armor. Seventeen smiled faintly as the two enjoyed one of those awkward silences, but he quickly whipped the stupid smirk of his face to prevent the wrong message from being conveyed. ?I?m glad I managed to find someone who won?t attack me with a deck of cards,? the android said, trying to lighten the mood with his usually idiotic, sarcastic demeanor. The gambit seemed to work slightly, as one of the corner of Violet?s mouth curled slightly upward, but it seemed quickly that she may very well be one of those ?all work and no play? gal. Seventeen wasn?t going to jump to conclusions, because he was just glad he had someone to talk to?even if it was only an acquaintance.

?How has the game been treating you?? The woman asked, placing a hand on one of her curvaceous hips as she glanced over the pistol she held in her hand. The cybernetic warrior flashed his lacerated forearm at Violet but couldn?t tell whether or not she could see the rather diminutive lesion in such limited light.

?I had a namekian ambush me a few minutes after that announcer guy started the game,? Seventeen said, smiling pleasantly as he twirled around his sealed sack of rations and other supplies. ?I managed to scare him off with this baby, though,? on that word, the android lifted up the rocket launcher so that his purple-haired ally could see it in all of its sleek, shiny beauty. Violet glanced over the rather large weapon a few times before she turned her attention to the regions around the structure. The woman seemed to be on the edge as she cast a few hawk-like glimpses at all the open areas in the immediate vicinity.

?I?ve been camped at this mausoleum for the majority of the contest so far, and when I thought I heard something moving outside I investigated. Lo and behold, I found you sneaking around near the tree line. So I take it you haven?t really been in contact with anyone else?? Seventeen shook his head, a disappointed frown spreading across his features as he laid the rocket launcher on the ground.

"Seventeen! Violet!" The android turned around the moment he heard the new voice ring out. Instantly, his smile broadened as he registered the presence of Kid Buu?the younger, and previously feral version of Super Buu. It was strange?the last time that the android had fought alongside Kid Buu he had been a raving, animalistic monster; however, now he seemed to have done quite a bit of evolving. Back at the park, the childlike Majin warrior completely took the machine-hybrid aback by his new mannerisms and altered, seemingly humanized demeanor. If Seventeen ever had the time, he knew he had to ask Kid Buu what had been so drastic as to change him so much. Before the android could utter a simple ?howdy,? the color from the tiny, magical construct seemed to fade as if something of a catastrophic nature was dawning upon him. That?s when the cyborg noticed it though?a tiny rivulet of blood was seeping out from an even smaller cut inflicted upon the kid?s visage by a sharp tree branch. Kid Buu?s eyes widened as he stared at the splotch of blood that he had wiped off with his thumb.

At first, the machine-hybrid was wondering why the bubblegum-colored kid was seemingly overreacting to such a minute cut, but then Seventeen remembered a very important fact that was undoubtedly the basis of Kid Buu?s adverse reaction: beings like Super Buu and Kid Buu never usually bled. The cyborg had fought to a standstill with the taller counterpart of the pink duo, and not once had that towering monster ever lost a drop of blood. Up until this point, the android had assumed they had no internal systems. Of course, this revelation changed that standpoint drastically, and it strengthened one thought that had been dwelling in the back of the android?s mind for the last few hours: Everything truly was possible in Dante?s Abyss.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 18 and Yajirobe

Eighteen's eyes scanned the dim surroundings. The sun was just barely peeking out from beyond the horizon. She was treading across a very open, and vunerable field, but it seemed to be the quickest route to where she wanted to settle in for the time being. Hopefully, she could find somebody worth trusting...

Her scouter beeped without warning. An arrow in it pointed to the left. Eighteen shot an arm towards the target. She brought another arm up, pumping the shotgun and without wasting any time, pulled the trigger.

Yajirobe gasped when he saw the gun being pointed at him. He dove to the side too late, as a very strong ki blast erupted from the cannon, blasting into his shoulder. He literally spun backwards, rolling in the air twice before painfully slamming to the ground with a thud.

"Leave," Eighteen said aloud. She wasn't a cold-blooded murderer, but if nessecary, she'd have no trouble finishing what she started.

The human samarai hissed in pain as he used his injured arm to grab the bag, and then took off. Apparantly, his newly found slogan was right. Trust nobody...

Eighteen lowered the gun and let out one of her soft, familar sighs. Then, without thinking too much on the event, continued in her pre-set path.

42 Fighters Remaining

Yajirobe's got a huge, gaping hole where he's been shot in the shoulder. The arm is usable, but it's a bitch to move. Major injury

[Bardock]

Bardock was now finished with his foraging, and had stuffed his supply duffel with his findings. The only thing that would set him back now was if he should somehow lose it?which would suck. Now he was settling down to try and catch a few winks. Sleep was important, but was a costly luxury. Any error could prove to be his demise. His scouter was programmed with an alarm to go off a few hours before sunrise, or if any body of energy came within striking distance of a long-range attack. Strategy may have been his weak-point, but survival was in his best interest. As far as he was concerned, it was still pre-game preparations. Fighting would commence with the dawn, and then bodies were going to hit the floor.

He was just beginning to doze off nicely when the blaring noise emitted from the machine covering his ear. Immediately, his eyes snapped open to attention. He shoved his bag into a secret crevice to keep its contents safe, and put up his guard. The scouter indicated that the powerlevel was potentially huge?not good. Bardock cursed his blind third eye. Without his Ki Sense, he couldn?t tell if it was friend, foe, or unknown. It removed any tactical possibility.

A large figure leapt up onto his perch, surprising the saiya-jin. With reckless abandon, he thrust out a fist, disregarding the identity. He felt a strong hand grasp his fist firmly, catching the attack.

?Whoa, Pops. Little slow there,? a familiar voice rang out.

?Raditzu?? Bardock wondered aloud.

?That would be a yes,? his son grinned. Bardock withdrew the attack and retrieved his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

Not long after, another presence was made known. A loud crash came from nearby, and a stumbling figure rose from the ground.

?Raditzu!? it exclaimed. Clearly feminine, but Bardock couldn?t place the voice. The woman turned to the elder saiya-jin, scrutinizing his face.

Here it comes, Bar groaned.

??Goku? What?re you doing in that get-up??

?Actually?? Bardock began, scratching an itch.

?This? Pops,? Rad interrupted, jerking his thumb towards the patriarch.

?Pops?? the female inquired, obviously confused.

?You can call me Bardock. I?m Goku?s?? (he spat the word out with disdain) ??and Raditzu?s father, hence the resemblance.?

He shook his head. He didn?t understand why everyone insisted on calling his son ?Goku.? It was ?Kakarotto,? goddamnit, and any other name was a besmirching of his saiyan heritage. Was his birth name not good enough for him? Did he have to adopt an Earth moniker instead? Banishing the thoughts from his mind, Bardock stared at the girl, feeling a sense of familiarity, but unsure of its source. If he?d still had his ability to detect bodies of energy, it may have removed some of the mystery.

?Do I?know you from somewhere?? the old man inquired.

?Not that I know of?my name?s Bra,? she answered.

Bra.

Then it hit him: Friend or Foe II. He?d seen her once, agonizing over Raditzu and Vegeta fighting. She had begged Eighteen to stop it while he stood there blabbering like a fool. Then he saw her once more, going Super Saiyan the instant her comrades fell to Kao?s hand. But this?this couldn?t be her?not in such a short amount of time. She had?matured?far too quickly. He gave the young girl an up and down glance he couldn?t help before remembering who, she was. Bardock nodded curtly, a gesture of respect, but not quite heeding to the full extent of the oldest of traditions. ?Princess.?

Turning to face his son, he addressed another issue, grunting, ?So, what?s next? We going to go rip some people apart? We?re kinda missing someone, doncha think??