Day Two: Morning

[Burter Jr]

Day Two
6:00 AM - Noon

"Time to wake up, warriors! The sun has come to greet you once again!

We've got a good few hours, I'd say! Here are the unlucky contestants that have fallen:

#06 Retane
#39 Olibu

There are no more people travelling alone. Because of this, we're going to have to cut some more spots...

D-4
F-6
H-6
I-4

As you know, the residential area has already been cut off. You can scratch that off your maps.

That's it, warriors! At this pace, a winner may be crowned before the seven days are up! Keep it up!

After all...the quickr you kill, the quicker you get off this island, right?"

[Minoshia]

[Minoshia and Tapion meet Violet and Civil Unrest]

The Konat brethren held each other dearly, Minoshia's arms slowly slipping away from Tapion's back. The older slowly let go as well, watching his younger sibling slip back against the rock formation behind the bush. They looked into each other's eyes, and they both noticed the physical and the mental change. The dark prince's eyes had grown pitch black; the sight of the dead animal was enough to raise the dormant creature within. Minoshia reached out and stroked Tapion's cheek, the older looked slightly concerned, but it was nothing they hadn't experienced before. The mental instability of the youngest child had always been a concern the Konat Royal Family had been dealing with, and ever since his long visit to hell, these lapses seemed more and more frequent.

Something rumbled in the small pond on the other side of the bush. Minoshia had heard the screams of the dying animal beyond the pond, but had only used it to fuel himself. He turned, rotating on his knees and peered through a break in the bush leaves. It was a woman, a very attractive beast woman, washing the blood off her body. The Blood...

Minoshia wanted to explode and tear off the beast's head, he knew he didn't want to, but his instinct was now to kill. His rage was on overload, the only thing holding him back was he knew this person wasn't an enemy, it seemed so familiar. His brother leaned over his shoulder; Minoshia managed to leak out a smile. His blood lusting thoughts still managed to enjoy the company of family, and allies. Who is that woman..? So much like Selipa... but so different.

It's Violet, partially transformed. A sharp pain throbbed in Minoshia's head, as his mind locked horns. The silver streak in his vision pulsed violently.

I thought you were gone! Get out! All the fighting, the years of it, all the mind battles, all the blood. It all surged to the surface, and Minoshia fought desperately to push it all back down. The Silver streak in his vision began to fade as he focused his energy entirely on suppressing his murderous thoughts. They would wait. Minoshia was twitching again, his body having what seemed like a minor seizure. Everything hurt; his older brother wrapped his arms around him, trying to calm him down.


"Someone there?" The women from the pond whispered, probably to her. Minoshia suddenly stopped shaking, the combination of Tapion and the women's smooth voice drew him out of the state he had been in. The Dark Prince rose above the bush and walked out, on the opposite side of the pond, motioning for his brother to follow suit.

"Minoshia?" He only nodded to her confused tone, he probably seemed different. He waited patiently for her to make another move he felt very uncomfortable standing here, but it felt wrong to intrude on her bathing.

"I-I'm Tapion." The older waved towards her; she merely waved back, her eyes trying to unravel Minoshia and the mysterious aura that surrounded him. He seemed more, well, violent. He looked as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to slit her throat or make love to her, either option she wouldn't allow, but regardless, his nature had changed.

The younger Konat put his hands behind his back, lacing them together and proceeding to march in a formal way around the edge of the small pond, the eyes of the women following his every motion. He continued this display until he reached the basin, where she stood. He reached out and glided his fingers through her hair, making her jump back slightly, still moderately confused. The Konat opened his mouth, unveiling his fangs.

"Good Morning."

[Hellfighter 17]

OOC: The first part is just when I sniped Blue and them. I really want to RP around that. =)

The hell fighter walked into the barn, following the rest of his respective team. Most people set down their bags and began to relax. This was their chance to relax, and maybe even set up a camp for the night. Conveniently, there was food set out for the animals, but it appeared to differ from what you would expect. It wasn?t exactly the class of style that Seventeen was used to, but he did not feel like going through his supplies too early. He walked over to the feeding area and took a couple slabs of the cooked meat. It would be suspicious that it was lying around like that in such an edible form, but it tasted fine to the android. He then set his backup onto the table next to him, and after wiping his hands on his jeans, he opened it.

Rummaging first through the middle compartment, he pulled out one of the four bottles of water. Breaking the seal, he twisted off the cap and took a swig of the water. He had taken a sip of his vodka earlier, but that was just to sooth him about, it did not serve for anything else, and even the humanoid admitted that the water was more useful for his system. After putting the bottle back into its proper pouch, he opened up the main one, and he decided it was time to reveal his weapon. ?Alright guys,? he said, pulling out the two pieces, ?getting ready to drool.? The group turned to him and then turned their heads to his weapon. A couple of mouths opened at seeing the rifle-even if it was in two separate pieces.

?Sweet,? said Trunks, smiling. Seventeen grinned back, enthused about his weapon. It had a very meticulous appeal to it, which the robot could be pleased about.

?I?m gonna go look for some people through the windows upstairs,? he bellowed, leaving his backpack below and went to the haystacks above.

At the eastern window he laid down, trying to stay out of sight. Even though it was mostly dark out by now, he still didn?t want to take the chance. After assembling the weapon, with happened in a simple click, he aimed straight in front of him, readying to sweep over the area. He kept it high, since he could see right below him with his other eye every now and then. He scanned to the right and came up with nothing, and then he went to the right.

?Bingo,? he said, smiling. His target had brown hair and was to the left of the other three. Seventeen decided it would be more enjoyable to shoot for own of the human?s vital organs rather than go for a straight-out headshot. Although, he could imagine it in his head, Boom! Headshot! The proposition of playing with them was more fun?the malevolence was coming out of the hell fighter through his weapon. He shot.

***

He ended up in the same situation. He scanned the area for more people, but this time he simply crouched. ?It looks clear, guys.? The android was a bit saddened by this?he wanted to kill with the sniper rifle, it was the most fun he had ever had yet with a weapon.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 13, Blue, Bujin, Garlic Jr, Goten, Hellfighter 17, Kami, Koola, Piccolo Daimoun, and Trunks

"Seems like things are pretty peaceful," Bujin noted aloud. He was sitting against a tree on an grassy field, about a mile off from the nearest building. "Nice change."

Indeed, things were quiet. Blue was no longer bickering about anything, just laying quietly on the ground as he let himself heal, hopefully to feel somewhat better. Piccolo Daimoun was standing, leaning up against a tree.

Koola's mind was a mess. He was arguing with the vixen in his head again, this time about how kind his friends were. She was so set on how mean the group was, that Koola just wanted to shut her up before he began to be convinced. He stood up, growling at himself. "I'm gonna go for a walk."

He turned around and took a step.

His last.

A loud gunshot rang through the air. Koola's head cocked back as if he had been punched. Blood splattered behind him. Then he dropped backwards onto the ground.

"Shit!" Daimoun was the first to realize it. He grabbed his shield, standing up.

"Forward!" They heard. Bujin was just getting up as two newcomerrs ran towards them. Goten and Trunks both sported matching spikey gold hair. Trunks held up his machine gun at them, while Goten gripped his Tonfa. He recognized Daimoun immediately.

Trunks opened fire immediately. Daimoun lept up out of the way, but Bujin took most of the hits and fell backwards, hard.

"Bastard!" Trunks turned to see a charging Blue. He turned his gun on the human and pulled the trigger again.

"Bujin!" Daimoun yelled. Another snipe shot rang out, but it hit the ki shield, forcing Piccolo to fall to the side in recoil. "Blue!" He shouted upon falling. The human fell back again, more bullet holes added to the one he already had. Blood poured from his chest and face upon landing.

When Daimoun turned to run, he saw someone else. A large, giant goblin-like monster was leaping towards him, like a whiter version of the Hulk. "Shit!" He spun around, just barely missing getting squashed. He saw another figure on the other side of the campsite, this time an Android. He was surrounded.

Another sniper shot. This time it hit him right in the back, peircing through his body. His eyes bulged as he realized what happened.

He saw one thing as he fell to his knees.

Bujin's body...laying there. Motionless. Until, all of a sudden, one of his eyes opened.

Daimoun was going to die. He knew it. There was no questioning that. The namekian, however, refused to let his friend, who was living, go for him.

"NO!"

The namekian shot up onto his feet, despite the bullet-hole sending a clawing pain through his body. His power began to increase, muscles bulging, and teeth grinding.

When Trunks opened fire, he lept at the saiyan. Though all the ki bullets hit him dead on, he kept running. He grabbed the saiyan's weapon and ripped it from his hands, then smashing him with his fist. When Trunks fell, Daimoun grabbed sword in Blue's hand.

Daimoun's ki shield blocked another sniper shot, accidentially. Fueled with anger, he fired a huge energy blast towards where the sniper was.

"Oh...shit," Hellfighter said from the distance. He rolled out of the way, just barely avoiding being fried. The rock was on smashed to peices.

Back at the fight, Piccolo slashed his sword at Thirteen, who's circuits sizzled in the woung. The namek, still moving completely on anger, threw the sword at Goten. "Agh!" The boy grunted. The ki sword literally stabbed right into the middle of his torso, causing him to fall back.

That was when Piccolo saw the newest fighter. Kami was charged up, green energy swaming around him. "Come and get me!" The fatally wounded namek screamed. He lept forward.

The ki blast from Kami hit him in the chest, sending him back. He hit the guitar of Garlic Jr, who had smashed it into the man's back. Luckily, it held and didn't break.

Piccolo hit the ground, hard. He could hardly move. He looked up at where Bujin was. Then he smiled.

That was when the bullet from the sniper rifle blasted his head apart.

Fifty meters away, and counting, Bujin ran full speed, thanking the Gods for his Ki-Proof Vest.

#37 Koola DEAD
#29 Blue DEAD
#35 Piccolo Daimoun DEAD

26 Fighters Remaining

Piccolo Daimoun has earned Super Namekian.

Goten has been impaled with the ki sword. He'll be dead in 1 IC day (4 OOC days) without treatment. Trunks has a broken nose from PD, minor injury. Android 13 has a minor cut on his arm, just a story wound.

Bujin has Koola's Giant Hammer.

The Ki Sword, Ki Shield, and Spoon (from Koola) is there for FKC to take. Decide who gets what.

Kami, Trunks, Garlic Jr, and Goten are all tired for 24 OOC hours for x20 power-ups.

[Super Buu]

Sharp, stabbing pains attacked Buu?s forehead, like lances of energy. Each pulse seemed to carry a message.

Give in ? give in ?

?G-get out!? muttered the being in his sleep, face contorting and twitching as, involuntarily, a hand rose to his forehead. His fingers drew away quickly as a burning hot sensation hit them, and suddenly, he gasped awake.

He realised he must have slept for hours, all through the night and into the morning. The first day had been exhausting. Quickly he reached into his backpack for his water and unscrewed the lid. He drained the bottle thirstily, wetting his dry mouth before carefully putting it back. He looked around the camp.

?Where?s Violet?? he asked, not bothering to direct the question.

Kid Buu seemed to be the only one awake at the moment. ?She?s off hunting deer,? he said, eyes fixed on the pistol he held in his hands. ?You slept well,? he added, with a hint of mocking - or was it envy?

Super stretched his arms wide as he looked up at the sun, just beginning to rise. He wondered whether to ask pint-sized counterpart how much he knew about Bibidi. But then, if he did that, he?d have to tell him about the dreams. Best not to mention it. He glanced down at the sleeping figures of Seventeen and ? wait, who the hell was that?

?Uh, hey, did you notice there?s some kid with us? Besides you, I mean.?

?I may look like a child, but at least I don?t act like one,? spat the smaller majin venomously, before continuing. ?His name is Goku Junior. Seventeen brought him back from his little walkabout, apparently they know each other.?

The hulking warrior crept around to get a better look at the newcomer. Black, ragged hair, and was that ? a tail?

?He?s saiyan??

?It certainly looks like it.?

?Hmm ?? Super Buu stroked his chin, its balloon-like texture squeaking softly. ?This could be interesting. I saw the might of the saiyans first-hand when I went to planet Vegeta.?

?Oh?? A look of mild interest spawned on Kid Buu?s face. ?I don?t believe you told me much about that.?

The taller being sighed heavily. ?There wasn?t much to see. It was a slaughter, for the most part. But ?? he paused. ?I think I recognised some from the group that attacked us. From the rebellion.?

?That?s interesting,? noted Kibbles, yawning. ?I?m going to catch some sleep. Stay on guard.?

?Right ?? said Super. He took his trusty ki slingshot and sat down on a nearby log, leaning forward. Secretly he hoped they?d encounter some others today. He needed an outlet, something to take his anger out on. He?d already had multiple fights in the last 24 hours, but his thirst for battle was rarely quenched.

[Kami]

The plan went off almost as well as they had hoped. Kami knew they'd take some hits but he didn't think it would mean a sword in the chest for their newly found teammate. The old Namekian seemed to be making a habit of checking on people after fights. It was better than needing to be checked on.

Trunks was bleeding from the face, he took a pretty strong punch to the nose and it looked broken. The blood cascading down his face would stop eventually and he could take care of himself. Goten on the other hand was in pretty sorry shape. Kami was also a little tired from powering up to seal off an exit route. There was a spoon on the ground and a shield. He made sure the others saw them so that before they left they would take them along. They might also be able to use the sword...if they can get it out of Goten and not kill him.

The young sayjin's hair was now back to black and there was a grimmace of pain spread across his face. The android was off to the side tending to a sparking wound on his arm. Kami didn't know how to fix circuits but it appeared the Android was going to be fine. The other android, HF 17 came running up from his now demolished sniping point.

"Nice shooting Tex." Kami said. HF gave a mock tip of the hat and put his gun away. Kami drew his attention back to Goten, trying to think of the quickest way to help him out and keep him in the game. He took some of the water from his bag and made him drink. "Trunks, do you still have that damn medical kit?"

HF took a seat nearby, he was surveying the damage around him. He let out a long whistle but was cut short by Goten grunting. Garlic was giggling to himself about something, but he too turned his attention to his fallen teammate.

[Sammah]

Vegeta watched as his spit struck the ground and exploded into a small array of saliva. ?I grow tiresome of this fucking island.? His words were heard by his two allies, but there was no response. ?It?s been over a day, and we?ve only killed one fighter, and I use the term ?fighter? very loosely.? He sliced his scythe across a near by tree, leaving a large gash along the side that would?ve created an exit for someone?s compete insides to escape their entrapment. ?I need to kill something?? His eyes wandered down to the small green creature walking by Reijin?s leg.

?Calm down, you?ll get your chance.? Reijin tried to subdue the Saiya-jin king?s anger, yet words couldn?t do that no matter what was said.

?Bah?this sucks.? Vegeta stopped and looked up at the next tree he saw. ?I?m taking a nap. If anything interesting happens, wake me up.? He jumped up and began to pounce back and forth the large branches that connected to the main body with great agility. Finding a branch suitable for relaxation, he stopped and sat down, placing the middle of his back up against the large trunk. It was as comfortable as he was going to get up in a tree, it?ll have to do.

His eyes gazed up, noticing that the sun was finally beginning to rise. The night had seemed forever, filling the location outside of his withered mind full of evil and darkness. Who knows how long it?ll be until the sun decides to give his eyes a break of its intense heat and light. ?Pitiful?? Vegeta spat off the branch and didn?t care who it hit, but by the sound of it, little saibaman wasn?t too happy with the current events. It wasn?t soon after finding his resting spot he noticed the lids covering his hate filled eyes began to shut the world from him.

?Vegeta, taste this for me.? His eyes reopened to the sound of a woman?s voice. The scene he was looking at now wasn?t the island however; it was the familiar furniture that populated the inside of his peaceful home. How though, did he get here? He wondered if he was killed during the morning slumber, and returned back to Earth for losing the tournament. ?Well? You gonna taste it or am I going to have to feed it to Trunks again?? Vegeta turned towards the voice and noticed the most beautiful woman he?s ever laid eyes upon.

?Bulma?? Vegeta questioned her sincerity.

?Well duh mister, who else would it be; the tooth fairy?? She held out a wooden spoon that was filled with a sort of soup looking substance. It smelled alright, but Vegeta was hesitant to try it. Bulma?s cooking wasn?t always the best of feats, no where near her technological side at least. He would always tell her to never quit her day job, being a chef was just not her thing.

?I?ll pass.? He turned his head, but immediately the blue haired woman shoved the spoon into his mouth, forcing it open and pushing the liquid quickly down his throat. ?Ack! What the hell woman!? He shouted in between coughs, ?trying to choke me?? The Saiya-jin was feeling weak as his throat was trying to unclog the passageways into his lungs.

?Well? How is it?? She had a pleased look on her face, as if she had just won the tournament for best wives or something. The king sighed and began swishing around whatever soup was left in his mouth. It was odd, but his taste buds were actually enjoying what it was analyzing.

?Hell?I must be dreaming.? Vegeta spoke allowed.

?Excuse me!?? Bulma cursed at his remark. ?Are you trying to imply something?? Vegeta glanced up towards his mate.

?Yeh, your cooking sucks.? He stood up from his chair and walked over towards the silver pot burning on the stove. ?But this?this is amazing.? He grabbed the wooden spoon from the human female and began to indulge himself in some home made glop. His Saiya-jin attributes were now kicking into over drive, and his hand was moving faster than anything she?s ever seen before. From pot to mouth, pot to mouth, the cycle was repetitive as Vegeta attempted to eat the whole supper by himself.

?Whoah mister! How about saving some for the rest of the family? You act like you haven?t eaten in days.? Her words had some sort of truth in them.

?Yeh?? Vegeta paused his feeding in order to reply, ?if you could call berries and bread really eating??

Vegeta?s eyes began to flicker open again and he noticed the sun hasn?t moved at all. His wonder land must?ve only lasted but a few minutes, how disappointing. ?Damn you?why couldn?t you be real?? The Saiya-jin?s mouth was still salivating from the instilled taste of Bulma?s cooking.

[Yamu]

David P. Denton turned on to Roosevelt Lane at the same time two other cars approaching from the opposite direction did. Their twin headlights were only secondary to his racing mind, trying to think of anything at all he could say to win his Ex-wife back.




Agent Howler had been Madam Kadabera?s chief assassin for the past twenty years. He had never failed, had never taken more then one shot. He was slightly miffed he had been sent on such a small job, he supposed his employer had just wanted to make sure this one got done right.

They had been tailing the target since he had left his house, but now it was starting to get light out?wherever this Agent had been heading, it was no longer to his house.

Roosevelt Lane. Howler sighed, loading his gun and pushing his head out of the sun roof as they turned onto another neighborhood street. It was time to end this ?chase?.





?Merely ask, Yamu.? Selipa?a words were melodious but the warm notes were a velvet glove that covered the metal fist inside. He eyes seemed to burn through him, weighing him as a man and as a fighter.

The vein covered brute looked over at his friend, she was stable but he knew she had already lost a lot of blood?even if she stayed stable she would be gone before the next day was over. ?No.? He said slowly, extending the syllable for all it was worth. ?Even if we heal her?she has already lost so much blood?if I?m fighting with you now, we might need those on injuries that we can fix?on people who can fight.?

The Saiya-Jin woman nodded and turned away, not showing if she was content with the answer or not.

Yamu spun as he heard the tortured screams of Hasky. ?Hasky?what were you shouting about??

?I don?t have a home?? she murmured on the verge of tears, ?It was just a nightmare??



The hiked the morning again in silence. Yamu carried his blonde friend, wishing he could just end her pain?but he knew that?s not what she wanted. The passed several bodies, none of which Yamu recognized. He wanted so badly to end Hasky?s suffering, to send his blade directly through her to where she wouldn?t feel the pain anymore and have her well and whole again.

He knew she would not want that though. Yamu hoped they would find another of these ?Med-kit? things and be able to help her. So far?all they had found here corpses.

Yamu didn?t trust this group, they way they looked and talked to each other, they had known each other before this. Any time one made a sudden movement, he expected a shotgun blast to his own stomach. He had not seen two of them in action, but the one they called ?Rad? was a titan. His power had been godly. The human had a sudden sensation that it would be on of these that ended his time in this game?not someone else.

Yamu knew he could go without sleep, without food, and without water?he could not go without fighting. His muscles twitched, his blood strained?his essence craved bloodshed?but all he saw were the leftovers of other people fun?




Dave was momentarily shocked by man standing out of his sunroof, even more shocked by the unmistakable silhouette of a rifle in his hands.

Maybe it was his own desperation, maybe it was he wanted to be remembered for doing something good, maybe it had been watching the fighters of Dante?s Abyss conquer unimaginable odds. Whatever it was?it made David P. Denton hit his accelerator, pass his ex-wife?s house, and T-bone the van with the armed assassin sending them both careening wildly through what had once been an award winning lawn.

[Ruhiel]

The pair sat across from one another on a pair of rocks that jutted through the earth. Krillin's head was nodding slightly as he dozed for a minute. Twenty had promised to remain on watch so that the human could regain his strength.

The first rays of sunlight were beginning to pierce the darkness of the night, sparkling across the land with its calming light. It almost made the android feel at peace, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was on an island where everyone was having to kill each other.

Explosions echoed from across the island, reminding him of this. Regardless of time or place, this game never stopped. The android had not stopped once yet to recharge his energy, or "sleeping" as meatbags such as Gero called it. He was starting to feel a bit tired, but it was nothing that would seriously deter him. He was the most technologically advanced android in existance, or at least he was upon his creation, and could go for days without having to recharge for extended periods of time. He had another ability that could deal with that.

The android placed a hand nonchalantly against one of the large leafy green trees nearby. There was a quiet humming noise, and the energy diode on his hand opened up. Slowly, the tree's mighty branches began to droop, and then fall to the ground, completely lifeless. The main trunk of the tree began to shrivel and turn from a healthy brown to a decaying black. The trunk crumbled unceremoniously to the ground in a heap of ash, as the last remnants of its life were drained from it.

It was a small amount of regained energy, but it was enough to keep the android going for a while longer. Several more minutes passed, during which nothing of much interest occurred. Gero was still wandering around, scouting out the area for others and doing who knows what in his invisible astral form.

A large yawn suddenly broke the peaceful quiet, immediately followed by the annoying sound of someone smacking their lips. Krillin had woken up.

"Mornin'." the bald human muttered, before going into a massive stretch. "What'd I miss?"

"Not much here. But we need to get moving again." Twenty answered, rising to his feet slowly.

"Eh? Why's that? I was sort of hoping we could just find a nice quiet spot, and kick back and relax for a while." Krillin said, shaking himself awake.

"Well, we could do that, but I'd like to avoid getting decapitated by these blasted collars." Twenty chuckled.

"Hmm, well, I suppose it wouldn't kill us to move around a bit." Krillin stated sarcastically.

"Let's just hope it doesn't." Twenty muttered seriously, and began to walk off into the foliage.

"Way to ruin the joke, Mr. Serious Pants." Krillin grumbled and began to follow behind the android as they moved to their next destination.

[Super Buu]

OOC: Just so you know, GJ, the sigged Buu is in his Spiritken form. I really need to have a picture of his short-tailed form in my sig for comparison Oh, and sorry about the length, I don?t think I could have cut it off any earlier.


Super Buu stared at the burning campfire, his mind wandering. He wondered what everyone back at the palace of jade was doing. He hadn?t realised it until he?d left for the tournament, but he?d become, well, accustomed to the place. The familiar routine of waking up in the morning, going down for breakfast and then training ? he?d begun to understand what Lord Vine had meant about structure being sometimes a good thing.

?Vine ?? he muttered under his breath, looking up at the sky. ?He must be watching. I wonder if he?s proud of me for lasting this long, or ashamed for my running away.? His mind cast itself back to Aurilani, and that look of encouragement she?d given him seconds before he?d dropped into the teletube. He drew some strength from it, and resolved to do the best he could, even if it meant his own eventual demise. He had figured out that those who died were not really dead, and wondered what Sixteen and Puar were doing now.

His mind wandered back to Iorek, his reluctant teacher of Metal Binding. During the past few weeks of training Buu had learnt many shapes and forms to use and create, though nothing too advanced as of yet.

?Hm.?

Idly he swung his headtail at a nearby rock, sending a bolt of pink energy careening into it. With a puff of smoke, the rock acquired a shiny glint. Leaning over, he picked it up and inspected it. Nothing too fancy, just scrap metal. His Henka Beam wasn?t that powerful. But it would do for his purposes.

Putting the ?rock? on the ground, Buu shut his eyes, spread out his arms and began to focus. Spreading his ki energy out like waves into the material, he felt his consciousness enter the rock. Then, taking control, he began to manipulate. The metal stretched out, taking a more slender shape as it condensed into a usable form. He focused on that object in his mind that, minutes before the game, he had learnt from Trunks and Goten. That of a sword. But the more he concentrated, the more difficult it seemed to get. He grunted with effort but found the metal quivering against him almost rebelliously, refusing to solidify or take that form.

?What?s ? wrong ??? he grunted, teeth bared in an attempt to tame the material. ?I should be able to do this ?!

That?s when he noticed the warm buzz of the collar around his neck. It was working diligently, the red LED on the front lit up, inhibiting his very abilities. Defeated, he relaxed his mind, allowing the metal to collapse out of the shape he?d been trying to create. Apparently, you weren?t allowed to create weapons in Dante?s Abyss. He was stuck with the ones he had.

Then, to his surprise, he felt something touch his arm. Buu turned quickly and, relieved, noted that it was only the small saiyan child. What does he want? grumbled the pink monster inwardly. A bedtime story?

?Uh, hi,? started the boy. ?My name's Son Goku junior, nice to meet you.? He held out his hand expectantly, looking at the tall monster with interest.

He?s not timid, that?s for sure, thought the puttylike being, with a hint of amusement. Most children would see Majin Buu and assume he was some kind of monster. And to be honest, that was a fairly accurate assumption. Not many people in their lives get to meet face-to-face with gigantic, flamingo-pink humanoids who lack hair, instead harbouring ambiguously-shaped head-tails. But this boy had walked right up to him without the slightest hesitation. He had to admit, he was impressed. He smiled, and took the handshake.

?Super Buu.? Then he stated flatly, ?I?m surprised to see a child competing in the competition. You get here by accident or something??

?No, I signed up by myself,? insisted Goku, making his wide eyes even wider to emphasize the point. ?I entered to prove how strong I was, and to have some fun and adventure.?

?Fun and adventure, eh?? The gigantic humanoid chuckled. ?Sounds to me like you?re in way over your head.?

It took the saiyan youth a second to realise he?d been insulted. ?Hey!? he complained, ?I bet I could beat you!?

?Ohohoho, is that a challenge?? Buu quickly rose to his feet, crossing his arms and spreading to his full height. He circled his shoulders and cracked his neck. ?Are you sure? I?ve been hankering for a fight.?

If the boy was intimidated, he didn?t show it. ?Bring it on!? he yelled, eliciting a groan from the two nearby sleepers.

?Very well.? The rubbery being tried to shrug nonchalantly, but the grin on his face belied his anticipation. ?Let?s step over here.? They walked a few metres away from the fire, onto some dry grass. Buu faced away from his pint-sized companion, who was following with a determined look on his face. Without a second?s delay, it began. The pink monster?s foot tore backwards across the ground and swung upwards, catching his opponent swiftly in the chin.

?Hey, no fair!? exclaimed Goku, stumbling backwards and touching his chin gingerly. ?You didn?t say the fight had started yet!?

?Please,? snorted the majin. ?Did you expect me to bow and shout ?BEGIN?? I just want to see if you?re as strong as you claim.?


OOC: AREYOULOOKINGFORA CHALLEEEEENGEE????!11 [/Stinkoman] Yeah, fights are Buu?s way of saying ?hello?

[Old Selipa]

She had extended her offer to the mutant and now it was up to him, his choice for love or the better good. The Saiya-jin peering over his stature as she awaited his awesome.

The vein covered brute looked over at his friend, she was stable but he knew she had already lost a lot of blood?even if she stayed stable she would be gone before the next day was over. ?No.? He said slowly, extending the syllable for all it was worth. ?Even if we heal her?she has already lost so much blood?if I?m fighting with you now, we might need those on injuries that we can fix?on people who can fight.?

The Saiya-Jin woman nodded and turned away, not showing if she was content with the answer or not.

Yamu spun as he heard the tortured screams of Hasky. ?Hasky?what were you shouting about??

?I don?t have a home?? she murmured on the verge of tears, ?It was just a nightmare??

With her torso turned away from the mutant and the human Selipa found herself slowing down till coming to a stand still, she had not expected the answer that was received by her ears. She found her heart to ache not for herself but for the man whom had said no as a reply to her. She could feel his pain, his love for the human and the desire to save her as her telepathy scanned weakly the area. Although without her ki sense working it didn?t require much effort to feel the emotions of Yamu.

Looking back, not fully turning her attention to them she continued on her way. Walking across the camp finding water and food. Then when her arms were full with all sorts of goods available to her she found herself back where she had just come. Before the mutant.

Dropping the small amounts of food and water she had managed to gather she spoke to the man. ?Here, its not much but its what I could find around the camp and in the wild that seemed edible.? Her vision falling down over him as he still held tight to the human girl. ?You need your strength. Your no good to us if you can?t fight.? Came cold words from the Saiya-jin female. It seemed as if she cared for the mutant but at the same time not, perhaps it was just the way she worded things as she didn?t talk much to others that things came out cold when really it was never meant to be so chilling.

Bending over, the Saiya-jin then found herself looking at the closed eyes of the human girl. Her face displaying all sorts of pain and ache as she grasped for life. The afterworld so close to her that it seemed soon she would be dead. Still never taking her sight of the human did Selipa reach into a bag to her side, then soon to follow did she pull out one of the medical kits she had on her.

Placing the medical aid upon her wounds did the Saiya-jin?s hand once again become covered in blood, yet this time not the aftermath of death but the cure of life.

Standing up after her therapeutic attention on the human girl Selipa shifted her eyes to Yamu then quickly turned around to be on her way. However was the silence of the morning to be broken by the mutant man.

?But why??

Stopping for a moment Selipa dropped her head to the side, the corner of her eye gazing over his location. ?Cause your heart gave me the right answer that was true to you and not to others.?

OOC: I used one of my med-kits on Hasky

[Banned Dana]

?It?s only a flesh wound.? thought Thirteen as he looked down at his sliced arm.

A few sparks were shooting out of the wound, but it would seem as if no really damage had come of it, in fact, the cut actually made the droid smile. It was his first battle wound from the games and as demented as it sounded, he loved it. The feeling of a dull pain was pulsating in his arm, but that would fade soon.

Turning his attention to his clan mates, Thirteen spotted Trunks and Kami huddled over Son Goten, who had a very nice sword sticking out of his abdomen. Smirking, the android began to dream on how easy it would be for him to walk up there all nonchalant like, rip the sword through Goten?s body and through his skull. Of course Kami and Trunks would be all over him, but then again, he wasn?t the least bit tired, meaning he could easily power up and rip each of their heads off with the greatest of ease. The thought brought a smile to his face once again, but the reality of doing something like this and then having to fend for his life alone wasn?t exactly comforting. He would have to stay loyal and true to the alliance until further down the road, then and only then would they have no choice but to fight one another, the only thing he could hope for was to survive at least until then.

?Trunks, do you still have that damned medical kit??

The question had been from the elder Namekian, who was still hunched over the youthful Sayajin. Wondering if Trunks would give up another heal for someone other than himself, Thirteen watched as the fusion made it way through it?s bag, undoubtedly looking for the medical kit. Shaking his head and turning from the group of battle wary men, the droid decided to make a quick run of the perimeter.

?No sense in sitting around watching the grass grow.? thought the machine-hybrid.

Taking his leave from the various scattered members of the alliance and turning the corner, the droid made his way around the barn and disappeared from the rest of the alliance?s sight. Back here it was a bit darker, though it was to be expected, after all, the sun was rising from the East and he was now behind the barn. Wondering what time it was, the android shifted his vest around, positioning it a bit more comfortably. Noticing some blood droplets on his clothing, he cursed once or twice, but then the care vanished, he would just have to find some clothes else where, but for now, a quick switch wouldn?t be too bad.

Concentrating on his clothing, the android watched as his shapechanging abilities changed the machine?s vest from green to blue. Smiling at the change and noticing that the blood had disappeared as well, Thirteen continued on his venture, scouting out the very edge of the trees around the barn. There wasn?t too much to see around here, except the occasional bird or squirrel, but as he watched out into the distance, he could feel the presence of the other contestants, they were out there somewhere, but he just couldn?t sense were.

?Damned collars.? snarled Thirteen as he ran a finger over the smooth metal ring around his neck.

Finding his way back around the other side of the barn, the droid noticed that his alliance was still huddled around the young man, who was sweating profusely. Thirteen could only image the pain the man was feeling at the moment. Finding himself growing impatient, the android made his way over to the group and watched everyone try to comfort the poor Sayajin.

?Hurry up and fix him.? spoke the droid, almost sounding heartless, though he was trying to joke around and be serious at the same time. ?The last thing we need is for him to attract some more people."

[Violet]

Dawn broke across the inky black sky, the stars washing away to make room for the streaks of morning crimson and melon to paint their way into existence.

The light barely lent it?s presence to their position, too hidden in the fringe of trees for the sun to penetrate through. The Konat?s fingers glided easily through her wet hair, touching it, studying its smooth texture, all the while gazing at her with a pair of fangs that matched her own.

No fear trickled down her spine. The animal in her had no sense of fear, but it responded in turn to his approach. Inhaling deeply, she caught his scent, barely familiar, but something she recognized nonetheless; his companion, however, she did not know.

?I had no idea you would have joined in this manhunt, Minoshia.? The woman?s voice was just an octave over a purr, orange eyes flickered to his partner. ?It seems you have been rather productive. Tell me;? She crossed her arms over her bare chest. ?Who have you brought amongst us?? Violet didn?t much trust the new comer, but she did recognize the resemblance between him and her clan mate. Related, perhaps.

?Tapion.? The Konat stepped forward. If he had any sort of qualms about her state of undress, he did a good job of hiding it. She didn?t really care. Violet was in her element, and clothing only restricted her freedom and oneness with nature. But, she thought, she would have to put that armor back on before heading back to camp. Damn decency bullshit?

Easing out of the explorative fingers of the smaller Konat, she edged up to this new ally, Tapion. Her eyes roamed over him, measuring his stance as both fighter and man. Barely a foot taller than she, with a blazing red Mohawk to match his sibling?s, two peering black eyes, and a strong build, this one was definitely going to be a heartbreaker to some lucky female, she surmised. ?Tapion, huh?? She cocked her head to the side, a knowing smile cracking over her soft features, her extended canines flashed in the pale light. ?So, I am guessing you two are brothers?? He nodded. ?Well, let?s just hope you aren?t as crazy as he is.? She glanced back to Mino, who only regarded her with another of those unnerving stares, studying her like some kind of side dish, or worse.

If he wanted to play hunter/prey?she would more than likely oblige him. For now, though, she had to hold back her beast, allowing her body to revert back to its normal state, all human and no hint of that monster she had hidden just below her skin. It was a side of her she didn?t want her other clansmen to know about her. Her humanity was already in doubt, she didn?t want to further speculation and end up as the kill du jour.

Moving over to her clothing, she hurried into it, lacing the leather straps across her chest and stomach, the material still smelling like dried blood. It would have to do. Going over to her kill, she picked it up and slung the carcass over her shoulder and gazed back to the Konats. ?Let?s move.?

[Minoshia]

"Let's move." The intriguing transformer looked upon and the Konats and spoke with an orderly voice. She turned around abruptly and began walking in the other direction, with her game slung over her shoulder. The brothers waited until she had completely turned around, before looking at each other with a confused grin. A woman orders them around? Normally this would result in her body being separated right the location where the clavicles meet. The dark prince shook the image of her head rolling along the ground out of his mind, turning his focus back on the woman that led them slowly through the woods. It was convenient to walk close behind her, not having to move the bushes and small trees as she did it for him, as well as the smell. Not of the woman, her scent was overpowered completely by the striking odor of the dead creature slung over her shoulder.

There path became apparent as a small fire caught there attention, and three more power levels trickled onto the antique scouter that rested on the younger Konat's head. He whistled with minor sarcasm, making his brother chuckle, as they simultaneously read the energy of the creatures before them. Minoshia stepped over the last bush, and smoothly made his entrance into the clearing. He recognized all these creatures from his last stay on Earth, in the war against the 'Red Stallion' creatures. A small pink puttalin mess was sprawled out on the ground, nearby was an android, the fourth being he sensed without being able to read his energy level. Directly before them though, were two beings messing around, sparring each other. Maybe they didn't realize the serious nature of this tournament, they looked pretty beaten up yet their spirit remained intact. Minoshia cringed as he saw them messing around, wasting precious energy on a little scuffle. He had lost track of Violet, but it didn't matter, he spotted a nice rock he could perch himself on.

Walking towards the sparring partners, they didn't even look up to recognize the important beings walking towards them. Minoshia led the charge, splitting up their spar and walking directly between him, thrusting both arms out to the side and shoving the tyke and the larger majin warrior. Maybe that would make them respect him, as they stumbled backwards quite a bit further then they could have expected. Tapion chuckled behind him, looking down at the pink being before walking on slowly. The Konat brethren perched themselves on a rock formation on the opposite side of the camp from the sleeping duo, and adjacent to the sparring 'partners'. Minoshia drew out another chunk of his bread and began munching on it slightly, before having enough to fuel him and tucking it back in his back and replacing it with a swig of fresh water from the sea. After tucking everything away, he slid down the rock and sat on the ground, using the stone as a backrest. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and his black eyes peered out over the top of his patellas, waiting for some of this group to come over to him.

[Krillin]

Twenty was being very serious. Had been, ever since that connection with his other self he'd had. Buncha confusing stuff that could and would wait until after the tournament. Krillin hardly cared at the moment. All he knew was that Twenty was being far too serious, and that was making the spunky little guy worry. He needed room to joke and make light of situations, but apparently, the game offered no consolation.

The wonderful thing about the Tournament was, though the system simulated heat and such, the air didn't seem to have the same unbearable weight that a similar plot of land on Earth might afford. It wasn't very pleasing to the lungs, but it was beautiful to move around in. Many of the other warriors might never notice it, but Krillin marked it immediately.

They would be moving. While there was more comfort in finding a spot and getting anchored to it, they couldn't afford to be picked up. Best to move as quietly as possible, cover tracks, and stay off the roads. Hopefully they would find a friendly group to meet and fight with.

Of course, even the mention of a group reminded the human that, in the end, there were no friendships. Only one could win. If him and Twenty both survived, one would have to kill the other. Krillin would never strike at Twenty, and vice-versa.

Krillin stopped. Would he? He looked at the Android, trying to scan his face. Twenty paused. "What?"

Krillin kept staring. "I trust you."

Twenty sighed, as if letting out pent-up stress. "Don't worry. We're in this together, even to the end."

Their eyes maintained the lock, until Krillin nodded. "Yes. Until the end."

[Metal Koola]

The group stopped again and began to rest. Metal Koola watched as Vegeta hopped from branch to branch above him, performing a few simple aerobatics before fighting a large enough branch to rest against, then quickly nodding off the sleep. He could tell easily enough when the saiyan nodded off by the way his arm dropped from his stomach, swinging down, as if reaching for the ground... or maybe the next branch. The whole idea was starting to sound good to the changeling. He could use a good nap if we were to get into a big fight sometime soon.

He crouched down low, and hopped up into the tree, grabbing the highest one his single jump allowed him to reach. Using the excess momentum, he swung around and grabbed it with his clawed feet. Taking a seat, his back, like Vegeta's, resting against the trunk of the tree. MK closed his eyes and attempted to nod off, but was unable. He just sat there, thinking of the battles he had faced so far, how he lost his fingers... and how he was able to kill those weak fighters. Dante's Abyss always made him giddy. The sight of death was a fuel for him... he felt energized just by seeing corpses. It was a little creepy, yes, but that's just the way the changeling was. Death was like a fresh cup of coffee, with an added shot of adrenaline.

This past fight, even as easy as it was, was no less energizing to him. Coming up behind that pretty boy was exciting! Then shooting the pest until he hit the ground was just plain exhilarating. He felt like he was in one of those old mobster stories he read on Earth. Those seemed to be popular in the early 20th century... he had never really figured out why until now. The thought of just popping out of somewhere with a gun and blasting someone to pieces, especially someone in a rival gang... it was a lot of fun! All he needed now was a fedora and a cigar... nah, fuck it.

Slowly Metal Koola fell asleep in the tree; evidently the excitement wasn't enough to keep him up for that long. He just hoped that they'd get into another more eventful fight sometime soon.

[Yamu]

Yamu was shocked?as any man would when a stereotype that is widely accepted and backed up by personal findings his suddenly shattered in a single action. Yamu knew Saiya-Jins as purely bloodthirsty elitist animals?but here this warrior had shared willingly wit not only a stranger, and not only a human, but a weakling.

The very simple gesture of using her med-kit to keep Hasky alive was turned over in Yamu?s brain like laundry in the dryer, and endless tumble that never let the clothes dry. When they stopped to take a break with the sun slowly climbing he had made a decision as to a course of action.

?Selipa?I wish to offer you something as a sign of gratitude and respect.? The female fighter eyes him suspiciously as he procured a small amount of the group?s water. ?When I was a gladiator we has a warrior from Garunth IX be captured. We talked for nights about his people and home world until I was forced to kill him in the Pits. When they went to battle they had a ritual that they had inherited form when they were primitive cannibals. They thought that by sharing a piece of themselves, they would share each other?s power.?

Yamu poured a little of the water into the cap as he spoke, focusing on making sure no of the precious fluid was wasted as e continued to speak. ?They would all add a trickle of blood into a giant cistern and then all drink?turning an army into a single behemoth warrior, at least mentally.?

He lowered the cap to the ground and pulled out his sword, igniting the imitation flame only a fraction of its maximum height. ?We Pit-fighters, adopted this ritual, but we had no armies?only individual gladiators. We would recreate this ritual only with those we most trusted and respected and would share combat with the next day. I have done this ritual only once, I ask you now to share in my strength, and ask that I may share in yours.?

With a snake?s speed he whipped the green blade across the palm of his hand and snapped it shut, tightly squeezing three perfect crimson drops into the small cap.

[Krillin]

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"Hey, what the heck you got there?"

Krillin looked up at Twenty, then looked back down at the thing in his hands. "Looks like a PDA or something. Maybe an Internet thingy. Messenger stuff and all."

Twenty scanned it. "Inferior."

"Shut up. Of course it's inferior. It can't talk and poop ki."

Twenty smiled and kept walking. Krillin shook his head at the device.

"These idiots must be the cream of the crap. Lame 'olo' crap."

With that, the two warriors left the stupidity behind them, and continued their journey across the gridded map.

[Bra]

Yamu?s words had cut to the core of her very being. Her eyes widely stared forward, but she wasn?t looking at anything. Yamu was a fool; to trust someone who couldn?t even trust her self was absurd. Despite the idiotic concept, Bra truly did appreciate his words. It felt good to have some kind of a foundation, even if it was with a weathered-looking man whom she hardly remembered.

Without getting up, she reached into her rucksack and withdrew her water bottle. Unscrewing it, the cyan haired girl took a long swig before replacing the cap and setting the canteen down in front of her. Soon, she was again lost to a world of sleep.

Bra awoke from a dreamless sleep, this time to stare Bardock in the face. A confused expression crossed her visage as she watched him through a haze, having just waken up, the girl found it difficult to focus on anyone so quickly.

?You?ll be fine, Princess.? he said, before he proceeded to stand up. The girl wanted to stop him, but the purpose-bred soldier was too quick for her in her dazed state.

The group was preparing to move. Bra got to her feet and slung her bag back over her shoulder, falling into step behind the others. Several of the group?s members began to speak with one another, but the heiress remained silent for a long time, choosing to simply walk and watch as everyone else continued the trek.

The girl watched the diligent Yamu carry the dying Hasky in his arms, with a saiyan woman marching close-by. Bra sighed. It was selfish, she knew, but she was driven to think of herself in Hasky?s situation. Would anyone care for her? It seemed unlikely, and the thought drove her to sigh again.

Finally, the group stopped for something, and the hybrid?s eyes fell upon Bardock. You?ll be fine, Princess. Those words turned over in her mind with a mix of gratitude and disgust. For the first time, as far as her broken memory informed her, Bra would speak to him with the time and focus he deserved. It pained her to think, after all the times he?d tried to comfort her, that she had shrugged him off or even outright ignored him.

?...Bardock?? the word was hesitant, careful. She didn?t really want to initiate the conversation, but something told her she had to.

?Hm?? he inquired, glancing back only for an instant. Already, the heiress began to stammer, unable to say what was on her mind. ?I?m listening, Princess.?

?Y?know, you don?t have to call me that all the time. I mean,? Bra looked him right in the eyes. ?With that stupid title, nobody knows me for anyone except Vegeta?s daughter. You know that for a long time, nobody knew, not even my best friend. But I let it slip once. Once! And now I?m not a regular person anymore. My whole life I got treated different ?cause I?m royalty and... and it sucks! Nobody speaks to you like a normal person, it?s like... I don?t know. I just feel like nobody cares about who I am, they only care about my dad. It?s like all I am is a way to him. So... could you just call me ?Bra?? It?s good enough, y?know??

It was an odd way to break the ice, but it was the only thing Bra could think to say, and so she had. She just prayed she hadn?t looked like a fool in front of the stalwart soldier.

[Orion]

OOC: HAHA burned. Go Krillin!

IC:

"OK, OK," Trunks said, his hands scurrying through the items in his bag. "I know it's in here somewhere." Blood ran down from his nose, which he promptly wiped away. His broken nose was really annoying him.

"Come on Trunks," Kami demanded. "Goten's not going to heal a sword wound by himself."

"Ah ha!" Trunks cried, pulling the white metallic case with the red cross on it. He slammed it to the ground and unclipped it, flipping the medical kit open. His blue eyes searched through the remaining items left, trying to decide what would heal a deep wound to the stomach. There was still plenty of medical equipment if another member fell to injury, which made it all the more harder to find the desired tools.

"How are ya holding up, Goten?" Trunks asked, trying to keep the halfling focused while he searched through the medical kit.

Goten coughed. "I've... been better," he managed to say, wiping his brow of sweat. "Please, hurry up Trunks. This is really-" he grunted loudly, "really uncomfortable."

"OK!" Trunks called successfully. "This is the stuff." In his hands, the saiyan prince held an unusually coloured senzu bean. Instead of the common green variety, it was blood red. Trunks turned to Goten, who's head was supported by Kami.

"All right," the halfling began. "Kami, you're gonna have to pull the sword out before we do anything."

The Namekian disapproved of the idea of him removing the weapon, but he knew it had to be done. "Sure," he responded. He gently lowered Goten's cranium to the ground, and picked up the spoon from the congregated weapons of their latest victims.

"Open your mouth," Kami instructed Goten, who did so. The Namekian put the utensil on top of his bottom teeth. "This is gonna hurt a lot, so you'll want something to bite on." Goten nodded his head weakly and prepared himself for the sharp torment that would plague his stomach.

"Ready?" Kami questioned as his hands gripped the handle of the ki sword. Again, Goten nodded. "One... two... three... pull!"

The guardian of Earth yanked the energy blade from the halfling's gut in one powerful motion. As was expected, Goten yelled out in pain.

"OK, quick!" Kami motioned to Trunks. The halfling removed the spoon, which had Goten's teeth marks indented upon it, and popped the crimson senzu bean into his mouth.

"Eat this, fast," Trunks ordered. "From what the instructions says on the lid of the kit, that should not only heal your wound enough so that you won't die, but it should also act as a painkiller."

Right before their eyes, Goten's skin on his stomach grew over the puncture, shrinking the gap considerably. It was still bleeding slightly, but by the look of the flow, it would clot soonish.

"All right," Trunks said. "Hopefully the painkilling effects will last awhile. But at least you won't die now, huh?"