Day One: Afternoon

[Burter Jr]

Day One
Noon - 6:00 PM

"Ratings dropping...viewers getting bored...

Oh, sorry about that! High noon, my warriors! I was just going over your many FAILURES since I last spoke to you this morning.

Let's see some action now, hm? Or I may be bored enough to push these collar buttons...

Anyway, three deaths, just after the sun came up and one just now

#12 Goku
#25 Nappa
#31 Captain Silver

And of course, let's get those danger zones up. I've activated the first three. Fortunetly, no one was in them.

B-5
E-5
F-4

It's the afternoon now, little warriors. Time to really strut your stuff if you want to come out as a fan favorite!"

[Tobias]

Garlic fell back on his hindquarters and looked at the corpse he had helped create. Or what should have been a corpse. There wasn?t really anything left but scorched earth. His deep breaths did nothing to stop the grin from curling his lips.

?We got him. But... man I?ve never been this tired after transforming before.? He glanced up at the baby blue sky and laughed. ?But damn if it wasn?t fun!? The goblin leaned back on the dirt and rubbed his midget hand over the glossy guitar. They were vulnerable now. He knew it. But the post kill euphoria hadn?t yet faded, and Garlic always tried to soak up as much of it as possible. Picking at the stings one by one Garlic let loose a monotonic tune. The rest felt the fatigue too and sat down to listen.

?We really should get moving,? Trunks muttered halfheartedly after a moment. Garlic?s hand hesitated over the strings.

?I agree,? 13 nodded, ?if we stay too still too long we?re dead.? The goblin snorted. He was too damn tired. Feeling the strain in each muscle he rose to his feet and looked around. They were all sitting in their own crater

?Well, wrinkly boy? Mr. Roboto? Do you think we should move?? They both shrugged, but got to their feet.

?Just a little bit maybe. In case someone took notice of that ki we put off.? Hellfighter sounded drained too, even if he was part machine. Garlic didn?t want to override their choice, mostly because he didn?t want to act like the leader, as much as he knew he deserved that position. They were still unknown, though, and he didn?t want a dagger in his back.

?Okay then! Onward! I shall quicken our pace with a little diddly I call ?Jingle Bells? ? He really needed to learn some new songs.

[Orion]

"Damn," Trunks said out loud, feeling the unusual fatigue that swept his body as he left his ascended state. "I haven't felt this weak after turning Super Saiyan since my first time."

As he gazed at the blackened surface that Goku was once in, he noticed something there.

"Hey guys, what's that?" Trunks asked, closing in to inspect it.

"Dunno," Thirteen contributed. "Looks like a gun of some sort."

Trunks lifted the weapon. He had to hold it in both hands, as it was shaped like a rifle. Without looking, the halfling knew there'd be barely any space left in his backpack.

"Hey, does anyone mind if I use this?" Trunks asked his alliance. "What I got for my weapon isn't really a weapon at all."

"Sure," Kami responded. The rest of the group was indifferent.

"Awesome," he stated, smirking at his new weapon. This would definitely give him back some of the edge he needed from the loss of energy. Suddenly, a stream of energy bolts exploded from the barrell, crashing into a nearby tree. The blasts incinerated its base, felling the tree with incredible ease. Thirteen was standing right beside the plant, his eyes wide with alarm.

"Watch where you shoot that thing," the android said, half in shock, half in anger.

"Oops, sorry," Trunks apologised, aiming the gun towards the ground.

The mismatched group kept walking, with Trunks at the forefront, his gun resting in his hands. The other warriors filled the centre, except for Garlic Jr., who was strumming out a very interesting rendition of 'Jingle Bells' at the back.

[Raz]

Noon came quick and the stench of the forest floor was beginning to bake itself into the utmost putrid smell... probably from the various mounds of beast facieses that littered the ground about him.
"For the love of-!" Covering his mouth he began breathing the dirt from his hands which was considerably better then what he had been inhaling before hand. With careful steps the Saiya-jin wound up finally in a break of the foliage and now was looking down a vast opened vicinity leading through the trees. An interesting landmark, he thought removing the map from his pocket and began examine it like a boy scout would.

"Right... leading..." A brief look at the small device within his knapsack and a rather quick Hell no filled the back of the youth's mind as he took into account of what lay along that straight.

Though there had been many alternate routes to take, the one most appealing to the Saiya-jin was that farther from his position... a distant trek, indeed, but much better then the spiked walls nearby waiting for the call to begin closing in on him.

"Right, off I go!" With a slight jog in his step, he bounded forth with not much of a hurry.

[Metal Koola]

"Ratings dropping... viewers getting bored..."

The words echoed through his head as he heard the creator speak about the game. MK still failed to see why he was supposed to be entertaining anyone but himself here. He had joined for one simple reason: to fight. So far he had had a very short encounter, but that didn't even end too well. Sure, he came out ahead in the little battle, but there was no death! That Murasaki character was around here somewhere still. With such a major injury, there human would have no chance of moving nearly as fast as the changeling.

Metal Koola pulled out his scouter. This thing would certainly come in handy. He put it on and pressed the power button. After charging up for a few seconds it made a few beeping sounds, then pointed in the direction of the nearest energy signal... it was right nearby. He turned to it and started running as fast as he could. Suddenly 5 more energy signals appeared around him, then 10, then the readout was covered in thousands of little dots.

"What the hell is wrong with this thing?" the changeling said out loud, obviously not expecting an answer from anyone.

The useless object started making a high pitched squeal before shaking violently and heating up. Moments later it let out a mechanical pop and smoke started pouring out of it. All of the information on the display disappeared, and it became obvious to the prince what had happened: it broke. That Karl Jak character sure loved playing little mind games with everyone. It was getting pretty annoying though. Closing his eyes, Metal Koola spun in a circle, stopped, and pointed. "I guess I'm going in that direction."

[Sammah]

"Ratings dropping...viewers getting bored...? Vegeta heard the voice clear as day. His position was now dropped, sitting on his ass with his legs sprawled out and back up against the boulder he once was sitting on. Apparently waiting was getting to be too much for him. Boredom was trying to take control, and his eyes were starting to daze off, but the voice of Karl Jak quickly snapped his lids open with great surprise.

?What kind of name is Karl anyways?? Vegeta spat on the grass next to him causing Reijin to slightly smirk while he listened attentively.

?Oh, sorry about that! High noon, my warriors! I was just going over your many FAILURES since I last spoke to you this morning.? Vegeta grunted.

?The only failure here is your ability to get laid.? The Saiya-jin King slowly pushed himself up onto his feet and began to stretch out the kinks in his neck and back. Hours have passed since they?ve met up, and it wasn?t like they were getting any younger. Action hasn?t found them yet, so perhaps they should go find action.

?Let's see some action now, hm? Or I may be bored enough to push these collar buttons...
Anyway, three deaths, just after the sun came up and one just now: Goku, Nappa, and Captain Silver?

Vegeta hissed hearing the sound of Goku?s death. ?A Super Saiya-jin taken down this early in the game? It hasn?t even been a full day yet, what?s with him?? The king looked down at his feet and noticed a large imprint within the grass in the shape of his body. ?Ugh. Just how long have we been waiting for??

The voice of Karl continued to speak ?And of course, let's get those danger zones up. I've activated the first three. Fortunately, no one was in them. B-5, E-5, F-4. It's the afternoon now, little warriors. Time to really strut your stuff if you want to come out as a fan favorite!"

?I?m a fan favorite of your mom!? Vegeta hissed towards the sky and aimed towards nothing. The green Saibaman jumped up onto Reijin?s head and hissed in the same fashion towards the fluffy clouded blue atmosphere. ?Wait a second?? The Saiya-jin just remembered something awry with his location while simultaneously sliding his hand down into his bag. Shifting through until he grabbed a hold of a flimsy parchment, Vegeta pulled out the map and quickly unrolled it, his eyes instantly began to read their current location.

?Ah fuck!? Vegeta shouted with disbelief. ?Looks like our stake out is over, time to move.? He rolled up the guide and placed it back into his carrier.

?What?s the matter?? Reijin questioned.

?We stay here for a few more hours, and we?ll be as headless as a stuffed turkey.? Vegeta stopped and thought about that for a moment, ?turkey doesn?t sound too bad.? His stomach grumbled with concurrence.

?Stop hazing yourself Vegeta.? Reijin began to pick himself up and gather his belongings, for it was time to move out.

?Yeh yeh.? Vegeta pulled out his compass and began to fool around with it. He held it parallel to the deck and began to slowly move his body around until he found a desirable location. ?Let?s head that way.? He gazed upward and looked off into the horizon, a suitable decision no doubt.

?Follow the yellow brick road??

[Banned Dana]

?Son of a bitch.? gasped Android Thirteen as he placed his palm against a tree.

The energy that he had expended had drained him quite a bit more than normal. His legs wobbled with every step, making him feel as though they were made of jell-o. Cursing as he pushed off the barky trunk and stood underneath the cover of the leaves, the droid saw that he wasn?t the only one out of breath. Wondering if perhaps they had overdone the attack, Thirteen didn?t care, that was one more contestant out of the way.

"Hey guys, what's that?" Trunks asked, closing in on some shiny object left in the vanquish ash of the once Goku.

"Dunno," Thirteen contributed. "Looks like a gun of some sort."

The answer had come out quickly and in between breaths, sounding almost heartless. Trying his best to hold his tone and give more to the conversation, nothing but a dull squeak escaped his lips. Shaking his head, he gave up and decided to just rest, perhaps a bottle of water was called for.

"Hey, does anyone mind if I use this?" Trunks asked his alliance. Thirteen could hear him continue, but it sounded all mumbled together.

Looking up into the sky, the droid realized that it really was past morning, not that he though that Karl Jak was a liar, it was just difficult to believe that the time had passed by so quickly. Sure enough, as Thirteen listened into the wilderness, he heard no crickets and no hoots from owls, instead it was perky with songs from the birds. There was a warmer breeze now that the sun was out and it only added to the droid?s fatigue.

Suddenly, small streams of energy came screaming through the air, striking the tree directly next to Thirteen. With wide open eyes, and barely any control over his bladder, he jumped hard left as splinters from the tree exploded outwards.

?Holy mother of God!? cried the freaked out android. ?Watch where you shoot that thing!?

Trunks sniggered and rose his hand in an apology as he lowered the weapon, an apology was shouted to the droid, but the nerves deafened Thirteen?s ears. Shaking his head as he tore a bottle out of his bag and down the rest of the contents, the droid tried his best to suppress the shaking in his hands.

?Meh.? thought Thirteen as he emptied the bottle into his mouth and tossed the empty container back into the sack. ?Fricken Sayajins.?

Suddenly, a small green bag just off to the left caught the droids eyes. Giving it a few seconds to register, Thirteen realized that it was Goku?s bag, the one they are all handed at the beginning of the games. Struggling to his feet and making his way over to the pouch, the droid got down on his knees and ripped open the bag, finding more water and bread, exactly what he was hoping for. Removing the contents and placing them gingerly into his own, the machine-hybrid felt a warm sensation run over him. He felt proud of himself for thinking of the rummage and decided that he wasn?t as dumb as he had thought, though he wondered it maybe it was more survival than actually intelligence.

?Well,? announced Thirteen, standing up and moving behind a tree. ?I have to pee.?

?Thanks for the over share,? came Hellfighter?s voice, he too was panting, though there was a hint of playfullness in his voice. ?Ass.?

Garlic Jr. tried to laugh, but it came out more as a winded giggle than anything else. It seemed as if this rather strange alignment of contestants had a bond, how strong it truly held was still unknown, but they all knew that there were trials ahead that would make or break them, the only thing they could do was trust one another, for now.

[Bardock]

He clenched and unclenched his hand, not even realizing he was doing so.

#12, Goku.

It was happening again. All over again, just like before. His cold black eyes stared sightlessly into the stack of firewood he had gathered, realizing in the back of his mind it had been a useless chore. They weren?t going to be staying in this spot much longer, anyway.

Clench. Unclench.

Ka?Kakarotto?

Clench. Unclench.

Whispers of flame trailed along his skin, subconsciously bid to the surface. Clench. Unclench.

Last time he hadn?t been able to do anything about it. This time would be different. It was a competition. His son had known the risks. Bardock knew the risks. But it was all the more motivator to watch every other competitor on this island fall before his feet. The father closed his eyes, letting the anger seep away. It wouldn?t do him any good to be clouded, not when he needed to be at his best on a moment?s notice. In fact, he laughed?a hollow chuckle. Bardock spent all this time stewing over the fate of his sons, and they probably didn?t think of him at all. Out of sight, out of mind. The saiyan stood up, having been oblivious to the goings-on of what was around him.

?We?re going to go look for some fun,? he grinned wolfishly.

Suddenly, the crack of a branch could be heard, and a loud crashing noise ensued. The saiyan?s head whirled in the direction of the ruckus. Why hadn?t his scouter warned him of any encroaching presences?

?Oh, son of a bitch,? a voice grumbled. Again: female. No would-be attacker would be so foolish?or so clumsy. And yet, this amateur had stumbled upon them without so much as a hint of detection. Bardock growled.

?Um, hey?? the woman began. ?Did anyone here hire a stripper??

With that, the fighter ignited his fists, keeping them in the ready position. He was purely hostile. Had he been the one to reach her first, her back would have been up against a tree three feet in the air with a flaming hand poised above her face. Fortunately, someone else had been the one to assist, and nearly everyone stood between the two.

?You?ve got five seconds, girly,? he warned maliciously.


OOC: I left parts open for people to put their own character reaction/interaction.

[Violet]

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
++


The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time



Every muscle in her body was tense as the footsteps crunched closer. His voice carried through the trees, deep and controlled, and yet, the yellowed edges of fear tainted the bassy rumble. Super Buu had come after her, and it was one of the worst things that could have happened, for her at least. The point of running off was to be alone, and yet, that numbskull was trying to track her like an overgrown hound dog.

?VIOLET! It?s me, Buu!? There was a brief silence, he had stopped. ?The cooler one!?

She tried to ignore him, hoping if she kept quiet, the majin wouldn?t find where she was too busy trying to cover her exposed soul. Snorting back the remnants of her pitiful tears, Violet eased to her feet quietly, trying to utilize every bit of stealth she had learned back in Red Ribbon to glide further into the forest.

His footsteps came closer. There was a cliff behind the small stand of bushes straight ahead dropped down a good few hundred feet, and she found out too quickly that she couldn?t fly; she couldn?t go much further without running out of ground. The collar wrapped around her neck prevented many of the abilities she had previously taken for granted, and Vi realized she was trapped. ?Please ? don?t come after me;? she pleaded into the foliage. Even to her ears, it sounded weak, but it was the best she could manage without her voice betraying her, and leading on to further worry from her clan mate.

Still, he pressed on.

?Violet!? She saw the flash of pink through a break in the trees, and knew it was only moments before the jig was up. Violet did the only thing she could do, no matter how stupid and pointless it was, she ran towards that cliff. If she couldn?t drown in her own sorrows, she would end it all for good, and never have to see that damned android or worry about Red Ribbon jumping out to kill her again. ?Slow down!?

The rocky abyss drew closer?closer, until she could see the expanse of the island spill before her, the sunlight etching shadows across its grassy terrain. Suddenly, a hand clenched around her arm, pulling her to stuttering halt.

?Let go of me!? She shrilled, twisting in his grip, and in one swift motion, his arm popped away from his body, and she made a mad dash to get away, but it was moot. His other hand shot out, catching her arm once again, in a firmer, more solid hold.

?Slow the ? fuck down ?? he panted, and reached for his missing arm, molding it back to the blank socket of which it had been torn from. ?What?s the matter with you people??

One glance, one small peek at his face and she knew that the majin had actually been worried?about her. For once, she found it surprising, but she remained stalwart, turning her head away from him in defiance. A point had to be made; when she wanted to be alone, then, dammit, that was the way she fucking wanted it.

?Listen,? he began, his breath finally leveling back to normal, ?I?m not an expert on human emotion. I never really knew Piccolo ? or whatever his name is now. But I can tell you?re upset, otherwise you wouldn?t be running off into the forest like this. What I?m saying is ?? he paused, and she could feel his awkwardness. It was a different side of Buu she wasn?t acquainted with. ?Maybe it would be better if you ? talked about it??

Several heartbeats later, and she finally gave in to the heavy silence. Her face turned to his, the rubbery hand still wrapped around her leather bound arm. Here goes the white flag? ?I have never known you to be compassionate, Buu;? She began, voice low, tight.

?If you would rather I just drag you back to camp??

?No! No?Buu?? She sighed. ?I just have a lot of problems that are happening way too close together for me to handle all at once. I didn?t expect to bring up that asshole so soon, but?I didn?t see much choice in the matter. For all we know, he could be out there on this island...waiting.?

His grip eased some, and the monster straightened to his full height, towering feet above the woman. Damned tall people?she grumbled to herself. Having to gaze up into his face, that flat, noseless visage she had memorized every night since he first disappeared months ago, she was brought fully aware of how close she was to him. Her feet didn?t shuffle, nor did she do any of that nervous twitching that smitten little girls like herself did in the presence of someone like him. Violet was just?Violet. Quiet, cold? unfeeling.

?Start talking before I change my mind, fleshbag.? He snapped, patience beginning to wear thin with his human ally. Glancing just beyond her shoulder, he finally noticed the cliff, and the connection wasn?t too much even for him. She had intentions with that cliff, and the sight of seeing her broken body splattered over the rocks didn?t bring him the warm, delicious feelings it should have. He could be a bastard sometimes, but everything he did, no matter how random it was, had purpose. Knowing Violet, what little he did know, it just didn?t seem right that she would just go chuck herself over the edge of some freaking rock. She was more than that.

?Thirteen.? The word was simple, and yet, it held every ounce of emotion that she could possibly push into it without dredging into yet another of her emo fests.

[Violet]

Super Buu grunted. Vague didn?t even describe the way she was beating around the bush on exposing what the hell was wrong with her. Humans were too damn complex for his tastes; their emotions changing quicker than a burnt out light bulb at an ADHD clinic. The least he could do, though, was listen.

The blade popped out so fast that he didn?t even see it until the tree had split down its center, holding for a moment, and then falling to the moss covered ground. She put it back at her side, allowing the ki forged knife to dissipate into nothingness. He got the hint.

?That bastard?I can?t believe he had fooled me for that long?I didn?t even see him coming!? Seething in her quiet rage, Violet turned her burning indigo eyes back to the monster. ?After I thought I?d lost you?I didn?t think anything could be as bad as that?and then, he happened. I never felt so damned helpless as I did that moment, when everything I knew about him just?melted away. Losing you was one thing, but Piccolo, too?

?I just don?t think I can do this anymore, Supes?? She said despairingly. ?When you were gone, I wished every night before I closed my eyes, waiting on a sleep that would never leave me at peace, that you would come back, safe and unharmed.?

He finally released her, and she began walking towards the cliff, hugging herself and looking off into the distance. Long, indigo locks blew gently across her shoulders, eyes lost in deep thought. ?My heart was being torn from my very body as each day dragged on, and still, there was no word that you were alive. Thirteen knew this. He fucking knew it, and yet, he had to go and make sure the nails had been securely driven deep??

She turned her sparkling eyes, brimmed with fresh tears, to him. ?You don?t know how much hell you two put me through. The only two beings in this entire universe that I cared for more than my own existence, it seemed they had been lost to me.?


I love you, Supes. Even though you may not understand it?even though you may not be capable of knowing how to reciprocate? you are the only one that remotely understands me, and the only one I have felt safe with since I left home. The thought tucked itself back into the depths of her mind, where it had festered ever since she laid her eyes on him in Ravenholm so long ago. She couldn?t tell him that?he would only laugh and scorn her, and that was the last thing she wanted.

The understanding they had now was enough for her, she knew he wouldn?t think of her as anything more than some overly emotional human with mental problems. That was it. No use in wishing for something that would never happen.



OOC: I broke it down into two smaller parts for your reading ease.

[Kirano]

?Olibu I?m unimpressed. If I were your enemy you would be dead right now!? said Bulma as she looked at him with disappointment. ?Yeah I know, how lucky am I? said Olibu with his head lowered in embarrassment.

Out of nowhere a loud a feminine voice began to speak. Bulma recognised the voice in an instance. ?Speak of the devil!? she told Olibu. Both carefully listened to the announcer. "Ratings dropping...viewers getting bored?? Bulma screwed up her face.

What the fuck?

?Oh, sorry about that! High noon, my warriors!?

?It?s noon already!? The day had gone so fast that Bulma wasn?t even aware that noon was upon them. ?I was just going over your many FAILURES since I last spoke to you this morning. Let's see some action now, hm? Or I may be bored enough to push these collar buttons?? Bulma sunk her foot into the muddy ground, anxious to hear what he had to say. ?Go on, talk!?

?I?m sure he hasn?t??

?Quiet? hissed Bulma, cutting off the blond haired human.

?Anyway, three deaths, just after the sun came up and one just now!

#12 Goku?..
#25 Nappa.?

?Wha..but how? This sucks, Nappa?s dead!? The announcement of the death of Nappa sent a charge through Bulma?s body. ?I wish I knew who killed him.? she continued. ?I had a bad feeling about him.?

#31 Captain Silver

And of course, let's get those danger zones up. I've activated the first three. Fortunately, no one was in them.

B-5
E-5
F-4
It?s the afternoon now, little warriors. Time to really strut your stuff if you want to come out as a fan favourite!"

?Are you okay Bulma? said Olibu as he put his hand on her shoulder. She didn?t reply him. She stared blankly at a tree nearby.

Nappa, I?m sorry I wasn?t there for you. I?ll see you again!

For the first time in his life, Olibu was witnessing a new side to the woman. This was her intense side, a more serious side. She then clenched her fist. ?Let?s move Olibu! Water is in my bag if you want some!? she said still staring at the same tree.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

That...That ignorant bastard! A voice spat out inside of Piccolo Daimoun?s head, the other part of his psyche[/I]. I have half a mind to walk up behind him and slit his throat![/I] Starting to have a tantrum inside his head, the in control part of the jade Namekian just shook his.

C'mon! Sprout some damn claws and do it! The voice raged on.

No.

No!?

That's right. Because of anger like yours, we've got a damn broken arm! And guess who can't fix it!? US!

You're right," The recessive voice answered calmly.

And I, he answered, then noticed that what was said back wasn't an argument, What?

Anger is for the weak, and so is emotion...

What do you mean?

He paused for a second, the real jade Namekian, and then felt something in his head. It felt like a cold dagger scratching the back of his skull...And he was about to scream. He damn well would have, but he greatly feared angering the group of fighters he was with.

The trapped side of Daimoun would have smiled if he could...

A could crept smile came across the elder Namekian's face, one that could chill blood.

Maybe he could.

[Kami]

Kami found a large flat rock and sat down. "I'm getting to old for this shit." He was amazed at how drained he felt after using his ultranamek ability. He remembered the collar around his neck, "I also hate these damn things." He didn't touch it, for he knew what happens to those who tamper with the collars. He reached into his bag, and even though he didn't really need it took a drink of water. It at the very least felt good, but it wasn't nessecary. The rest of the group was tired as well, the transformations and power ups were useful, but afterwards some recovery time was definetly in order.

Trunks was tired, Thirteen was tired, Garlic Jr. was tired, they were all a little worn out from the sneak attack. Fortunately being tired was the only major injury any of them had incurred in the battle. If it could even be called a battle.

Kami picked himself back up off the rock, groaning as he stood back up. "Yeah, definetly too old for this shit." Garlic chuckled at the old Namekian, not able to hide his amusement at the ramblings of an old man. "Hey, when you're as old as me you get to complain every once and a while. Plus that sure took a lot out of me...you guys feel the same?" It was a rehtorical question, it was obvious they were all a tired and needed to rest.

Trunks spoke up, "We should keep moving, it isn't safe here. Someone might have noticed the huge spike in power levels around here. We don't need some other team jumping on us right now."

Thirteen wiped sweat from his brow. "Sounds good to me," he took another drink of water, "Just as long as we don't have to go very far."

Kami walked past and gave him a pat on the back, "Oh, you'll be fine. I'm the old one remember?"

[Tobias]

The patter of expelled urine on ground made for an uncomfortable silence as the alliance sat and caught their breath. Garlic plucked idly at a few cords as he waited patiently for 13 to join them. And waited. And waited.

"My Kami," Garlic called out in wonder, "how much piss can one man hold!" Kami himself stirred from a daydream and glanced over at Garlic. "No not you," the Goblin shot scathingly. The rest of the group chuckled lightly. A minute or two later, though, they all began to worry. There was still the tinkling of pee hitting the ground.

"Maybe its some kind of bladder infection," Trunks offered up.

"Maybe there is a small space-time anomaly is his urethra that his siphoning water from elsewhere in the universe." Hellfighter mused.

"Maybe he sprouted multiple penises and bladders. I new a guy once..." Kami trailed off as 13 came stumbling through the underbrush. Everyone listened in wonder at the trickling sound that still hung in the background.

"Hey guys! You wont believe it! I moved a rock and water just started pouring out of the gap. I had to drink some." He stood there smiling at their baffled expressions, until one by one the alliance broke into laughter. 13's smile faded.

"What? What did I forget to zip my fly or..."

edit: woops fluid time that before Kami's post, forgot to refresh

[Android-18]

It hadn?t been too long before they had happened upon her. Just in case they were foul people, though, she had made cover. The site of that long hair and cocky stride confirmed that they were not as foul as most, just a tad stupid. Regardless of her thoughts, the blonde android slipped out of the foliage and tackled the brute. What could have looked like a fight ended in a tight embrace, one she could only hope would last a long time.

?Hey, babe. I was wondering where you went.? he spoke, and she could think of no response. Soon the other of the group, Bardock, was off to collect wood. Eighteen let go of Raditzu and noticed that there was a young woman with them as well. She sized her up, considered the hue of her hair and the strange get up. Only one thing could come to mind. She could only assume it was the princess, Bra, yet what had she done to age so significantly?

She shook her head. ?Well as your father is retrieving the wood, perhaps we can finally talk, unless you?d rather continue along the silent route we?ve been going along.? She crossed her arms and turned away slightly. ?Oh, and I bought a ship.? Maybe that would get him interested in talking. Frankly their meetings have been cut too short these days. She was curious to know where he had gone; already she was beginning to forget that day back on the Vegeta-Sei moon. Something had happened, and he had hardly noticed her departure. It was always like that, wasn?t it?

Her blue eyes swept across the lake. The golden sun was beginning to reflect against the surface. She wondered if the water was fresh, and clean. Cleaning ones self was always a nice thing. The only downside was the lack of privacy and the fact that they would be easy targets. Ah, but she hadn?t gone swimming in ages. Her figure turned just as quickly as before. ?We should eat soon, regardless, it?s already afternoon and I haven?t eaten in a long time.?

[Minoshia]

"Ratings dropping... viewers getting bored." The annoying voice of the host, Karl echoed above their heads, from a source no one could identify. The brothers didn't screw their face, or even react to the news from the overhead above. Minoshia assumed with all the violence surrounding them, the two Konat's were probably being overlooked. For some reason he didn't care about that either, for the first time in his life he wasn't hell bent on hunting someone, he wasn't in need of being the first to spill blood. He was content on waiting for someone to come to him, and when the poor bastard did, god forbid what would happen to the unfortunate soul.

As the pair continued to walk down the narrow path, winding in and out of trees that had grown in the dirt trail, the younger began to become suspicious that they were being watched. Where ever he traveled the world seemed to be against him, and now that he had found his brother, it almost seemed like the tides were turning, but Minoshia wasn't going to cash in on that idea just yet. It is always the calmest before the storm.

Finally the path emptied out into a small clearing, just past it a small strip of sand and then the most beautiful thing the Konat had seen in a long time. The waves rippled softly against the shore, the water flowing in from a entity he couldn't even view over the vast horizon. Minoshia dropped his satchel, pulling the bread and the water from it and placing them on top of the now flattened bag. He proceeded to pull off all his clothes, except his briches, and rush into the water, jumping in and submerging himself. The cool liquid was refreshing from the hot sun that had been striking him from above all day. As it rushed around his body, Minoshia felt at ease, letting his muscles relax. Slowly he floated upwards, his head peaking out of the water.

"Tapion, come in!"

Minoshia didn't wait for his brother, as he dipped his mouth into the water and began to drink. Strangely, it wasn't salty, it was rather resfreshing, though it contained a sort of fishy after taste. A brilliant idea struck his vast mind as he thought of this, and immediately he peered down into the water, looking at all the fish and realizing how tasty that would be alongside his bread.

OOC- Tap where art thou!

[Super Buu]

Buu shifted his feet uncomfortably. He thought the girl had some serious issues, but a bizarre feeling of unease came with the thought. But why should he feel guilty? He didn?t take responsibility for anyone else! Just keeping himself out of trouble was enough.

?If you really cared that much, you should have had more faith in me,? growled the pink monster. He took a step back towards the river, then turned his head slightly towards Violet. ?Now, you can either come back to camp with me, or you can jump off that cliff. If your life means so little to you that you would throw it away over some stupid love affair, then by all means, do it. If you let something as trivial as that get to you, you?ll die before this is all over anyway.? A cold silence passed between them before he continued. ?I honestly thought you were different from the rest of your race - a bunch of endlessly multiplying weaklings with no direction or purpose. I thought you were better than that.

?So, end this pointless charade, or I?ll just kill you myself.?

Violet was appalled. She had known the golem of puttalin was blunt, but she had at least expected him to understand; to feel remorse for leaving her alone all that time, letting her think he was dead. Her fists tightened. ?You couldn?t kill me, Super. I would tear your throat out before you got the chance.?

To the girl?s surprise, a devilish grin emerged on Buu?s face. A loud, boisterous laugh shook his frame, solidifying the look of anger on Violet?s features. ?What?s so funny?!? she demanded, taking a step towards her ally.

?That?s the spirit!? he laughed, clapping his hands encouragingly. ?Fight me, show me what you?ve got!?

The girl obliged. Her fist struck forward with the speed of a tiger, whamming into the pink majin?s face. He fell back onto his side with a groan of pain, holding his nose. Violet looked down at him, adrenaline pumping through her whole body. The bastard monster had felt that, she?d made sure of it. Then, to her surprise, he looked up, grinning. ?That almost hurt,? he said, spitting out a mixture of his own purple blood and saliva. Then, with less than a second?s delay, he leapt up, adding his own fist to the mix. It hit Violet on the side of the cheek, eliciting a cry of pain and fury, sending her to the floor.

?Bastard ?!? she hissed, staring up with fire in her eyes. Buu was standing there, cracking his fingers eagerly. ?You really want this, don?t you??

?Why would I start something I couldn?t finish?? The being cackled, that smirk still plastered across his face. ?You?re still as weak as the day I met you.?

?ARGH!? That last remark pushed Violet over the edge. She scrambled to her feet, desperate to get her hands around Buu?s throat. He sidestepped expertly, spinning to deliver a blow to the back of the girl?s head. She hit the ground face first, howling in frustration.

?Come on!? taunted the pink monster, cracking his puttalin-imitated neck muscles. ?I know you?re stronger than that!?

?You asked for it ?!? The former assassin jumped to her feet and spun, her long leg folding out and cracking into Buu?s smirking countenance. He fell back with a grunt, then stepped forward again, only to take another kick to the chest. The power behind it was like being hit with a truck, but he didn?t balk, only staggering for a second before trying again. He didn?t seem to care how many times he was hit. It had been so long since his last real fight that the pain felt like a grain of sand against the tide of relief.

?Hit me again!? he ordered, as Violet stopped for a second to catch her breath. ?Or I?ll throw your corpse to the birds!?

The girl only grimaced, and came forward again to deliver a crushing punch. This time, however, it was caught. Buu pushed her back onto the floor and stepped over her, smiling.

?Feel a little better??

?A lot better,? panted the black-suited woman. She took the hand offered by her ally and stood up, leaning forward to rest with her hands on her knees.

The monster of putty smirked. Sometimes, all people need is a little release, he thought, touching a hand to his aching nose with satisfaction. ?Come on!? he barked, stepping into the trees with a rustle. ?Let?s head back to the others.?

Violet nodded and hopped over an wayward tree root, landing next to her friend. Wiping her brow, she asked; ?did you do that on purpose to get me to join you??

Buu spat on the grass nearby, continuing his stride confidently through the brush. ?What, are you kidding? I just wanted a fight, that?s all.?

The girl had to smile as she brushed back the purple hair from her eyes. She didn?t know whether she believed him or not, but it didn?t really matter. All that mattered was that she was here with him now, and nothing was going to change that.

[The Terminator]

?What do you think is gonna happen, Red?? The blue feline addressed him.

?I?m not quite sure,? He answered simply. ?They?ll be back?I?m sure of it. But, I don?t know how this is going to affect our group dynamics.?

Puar nodded as an uncomfortable silence fell over the area. With a small squeak, he leapt onto the seated android?s left shoulder, avoiding his wounded right. The sky blue feline settled himself on the large shoulder, resting his head on his paws and staring off in the direction of where the Majin had gone off to.

Sixteen dried his shoulder off as best he could with his undershirt and slid his jacket back over the injured area. The wound had stopped bleeding for the most part, though it still throbbed horribly. He dipped his hand back into the stream, rinsing any blood that was left from his fingers and trying to ignore the pain. Once again, all was silent. Michael sighed, wondering where the two had gone off to and why they weren?t back yet. Shrugging, he turned to his bag, moving his crossbow out of the way to dig a piece of bread from his bag, ripping it in half and tossing it into his mouth.

The uncomfortable silence wore on for a long while, no one moving around much. Puar had left his perch a little while ago to splash around in the shallows, laughing in his usual high-pitched tone as he leapt about. The shorter majin still sat where he had when his larger counterpart had left, blowing smoke rings between puffs of his cancer stick. Where the hell he was getting all those cigarettes, Sixteen was unsure. Seventeen sat in silence a few yards away, back against a tree, deep in thought. The elderly man, Jackie Chun, had left to wonder about. The mohawked android himself was lying on the damp grass, head rested on his bag, half asleep.

Presently, the feline returned from his merry-making, leaping onto the hulking android?s broad chest. ?They back yet?? He inquired.

?Not yet...? Sixteen replied groggily. He sat up, Puar hopping onto the grass and cleaning himself. ?I hope they get here soon,? He said, brushing the dust from his leathers. ?I?m getting bored.?

He turned his head as he heard some rustling in the distance, praying that it wasn't another enemy. He hadn't a doubt that the group could take a singular warrior easily, though if it was a group he wasn't so sure. The throbbing in his shoulder again reminded him of what could happen if he was careless. If not for his metalic skeleton, the bolt may have passed clean through. This isn't happening again...

[Bra]

Bra leaned comfortably against a tree with her eyes closed, arms folded across her chest. If only she felt half as relaxed as she looked. The blue haired royal sighed audibly, but nobody had been close enough to hear her.

Raditzu was conversing with his significant other while Bardock sat in front of his unlit fire, devouring his bread like some kind of wild animal. The hybrid opened her eyes to watch him for a moment, but found her gaze drifting upon the android?s figure.

She studied the woman for a moment, immaturely comparing her to herself, as though they were in a competition. Even more confusing to the halfling; Eighteen looked far more attractive than any of the guys standing around.

No, that?s just... no. It must be ?cause she?s a human. Sort of. Right? Fuck! This can?t be how I actually feel!

Before the young woman?s dilemma could get any more complicated, Bra heard an almost silent growl emanating from Bardock. The demi saiyan turned to look, watching as the older warrior balled his fists tight, his eyes seething with intense rage.

Then it hit her. She?d distantly heard an announcement, something about eliminations. She gasped, suddenly feeling pity for the seasoned veteran; Goku or someone else important to him must have been one of those eliminated.

Bra was going to try to talk to the man, but the loud shriek of breaking lumber stopped her as a woman fell from the treetops, crashing into the forest floor at Bardock?s feet. Still enraged, the pure blooded saiyan hauled the log off the girl, hurling it into the thick of the jungle.

Suddenly, Raditzu?s father summoned flames to consume his fists and stepped menacingly closer to the seemingly defenseless woman. Cursing herself for worrying about someone she?d never met, the cyan haired heiress rocketed forth, placing herself between the two.

Bardock glared at the halfling, who simply stared back into his obsidian coals, doing her best to quell the saiyan?s instinctual rage while simultaneously avoiding doing something to further anger him. Finally, he grunted menacingly.

?You?ve got five seconds, girly.? came Bardock?s foreboding warning. Bra turned her gaze to the newcomer, but avoided turning her back to the saiyan, worrying about how he would act if unchecked.

?Who are you, and why?ve you been spying on us?? the princess demanded. Her tone, though stern, came out far less viciously. Bardock didn?t even wait for a response.

?Answer the question.? he ordered.

[Retane]

So Bulma still lives. She now knows Nappa is dead. What a pity I couldn't deliver the news personally.

Retane and Twenty both rested across from each other. The namek knew not of what the android was thinking, but he could only assume it was along the lines of the game, the namek, and tactics. The mercenary, on the other hand, wanted to continue this game. He could think on his feet and wanted to place better then what he would if he died at this moment.

He couldn't rely on the cowards of the game to do his dirty work. Obviously, thats just what they were. There had been fourty-four at the begining and only six had been eliminated? They were virgins to the horrors of the world. Pure and innocent! The Island of the Abyss would taste that purity if the rogue had anything to say about it.

"Perhaps we should move on", called the mechanical human.

"Yes. There are plenty of people to be eliminated still."

The namek looked to see what his companion would do or say but got no reaction. To that Retane could only answer the silence with his cards. He produced and shuffled them, noting the nine of hearts and ace of spades. He drew the queen of clubs and nodded accordingly and checked his compass and pionted, "We will go that way."

Twenty watrched and noted how his ally decided on their choice. The namek noticed this. It brought up the pondering of the androids weapon. He hadn't shown it yet and the Namek wasn't sure if the cyborg trusted him to tell him. Or maybe he had lost it? Retane tossed the nunchukas to Twenty who caught them. "You might need those. But if we come across a blue haired bitch, I'd like them back momentarily to use them on her."

The warrior stalked off without another word. The droid obviously followed.

NOTE: Andoriod 20 has the nunchuks.