[PS] United Barracks

[Burter]

When you're drafted to United, you'll be sent here.

This is a military-themed meeting room. Beds are everywhere, and a throne is at the head of the room with desks nearby. The leader is Bardock

Bardock: You will make your two draft picks official here by looking at the people who have signed up so far via computer files. Once your choice is made, I will bring them to your barracks.

[Aero]

Gokua was still at the bar, but was no longer conscious. His head rested against puke that had spewed from his mouth while he was passed out. Apparently, the concoction of alcohol he requested was a little too potent; he couldn?t handle the power it produced. Other drunks had tried to wake him up out of his intoxicated-influenced slumber, but it was no use; he was out like a light.

?Excuse me,? an elegant voice said; a hand nudged against his shoulder. ?Gokua??

?Huh?? the alien replied as he slowly regained consciousness.

?Yes, you are Gokua, correct?? the woman asked as she tightened her frail grip on the clipboard that was clasped in one hand, and pressed against her chest.

The ex-soldier smacked his hand across his face, wiping off and fluids that were stuck onto it. ?Yeah, that?s me,? he replied as he looked up at the uniformed woman that stood before him. ?What of it??

She tried to pull a fragile smile upon her face as she glanced at her clipboard, but her aversion of drunks still shined through brighter than a lighthouse. ?You have been drafted, sir,? she remarked as she looked back down at Gokua. ?I will know be taking you to your faction quarters.

The drunk nodded. ?Alright.?

?Follow me.?

The woman then slowly began to walk over to one of the tele-tubes; coincidentally, the one that Gokua used to come to the lounge. The ex-soldier left his stool and followed her.

?You shall go through this tube,? she said; her hand waved over the tube. ?It will lead you directly to the United barracks. They await your arrival.?

The alien nodded once more in confirmation and then entered the tube. The woman gladly released him from the lounge by pressing a button, launching the drunk out of the room.

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Gokua arrived, and not a moment too soon. No one else had arrived yet; how disappointing. The orange-haired warrior sauntered over to a small chair and sat down. Though his patience was astounding, he refused to wait longer than a few hours for a formal greeting from his alleged leader.







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OOC: Short and not exactly great, I know, but I am just following orders.

[Mowgli]

Seated at the bar Yamcha was eating his one by one, and occasionally sipping on the vanilla milkshake. The taste of both of the foods alone was the most delicious thing the human?s mouth had ever touched. Them combined sent his tastes buds to heaven. Yamcha couldn?t really enjoy the food though, his mind was still occupied. He was still trying to figure out exactly what it was that happened earlier, he had at least figured out what had triggered it but he feared what would happen if he looked at the menu once again.

Yamcha?s mind was so preoccupied he didn?t realize someone sit right beside him. The person called out to the bartender, the voice sounded as like it belonged to a female, the bartender went to her and the two began to conversate, it seemed that the two were old friends. The conversation was going on for only about 2 minutes when the female interrupted the bartender as he was speaking ?Listen J I?d love to talk to you some more but I cant right now, I gotta find some guy named Yamcha, Commander Shadow himself drafted him.?

?Alright Annie, I?ll let you go, but only if you promise to have dinner with me tonight.?

Yamcha turned to the woman and asked ?You looking for Yamcha??

She looked at the boy and responded with an attitude ?Listen little kid, 2 things, eavesdropping is rude numbah 1 and 2 why don?t you mind your own business??

Yamcha?s eyes met those of the womans, he rose to his feet and stood taller than her, his face was emotionless and his voice was stern ? Anything that has to do with Yamcha has to do with me, for I am he.?

?Oh so you think standing up and speakin proppa makes you a man? Your not Yamcha because Yamcha?? she froze as she opened the folder in her hand and it reveled to her the truth. ?Sir, forgive me I didn?t know.?

?Oh so now you speaking proppa as you put it, makes you an adult?? Yamcha said with a smirk.

The woman didn?t respond to his question, she looked to the floor and asked him to follow her to the teletube. As the two walked Yamcha said jokingly ?Don?t sweat it, it?s not your fault you didn?t read the file before you went looking for me.?

When they reached the teletube, he entered it and she handed him a folder. Before she could close the door he asked her ?So I guess I?m a soldier for this Commander Shadow huh??

As she was inputting the destination coordinates she replied without taking her eyes away from the console. ?No, you?re a general.?

?Wait! What!? A general?!? he shouted, but she couldn?t hear him because the door slammed shut. In milliseconds he was in a room filled with beds, directly across from him on the other side of the room was a throne with desks nearby.

At first he couldn?t see anyone, but when he took a second look he could see and orange-haired warrior seated on a chair. He decided not to speak to him just yet, he needed get a better understanding of what was going on, and he knew everything he needed to know was in the folder he was handed. Yamcha walked to a seat that was close to him, sat on it and began to read the files in the folder.

OOC: Not amazing, just getting Yamcha to the barracks

[Dantes]

Bulma had left him a few minutes before, leaving to go to her respected army. That meant Nappa could continue his drinking, and he ordered up another Yuengling lager. With a burp, he washed another sip down his throat with a smile. The saiya-jin elite didn't catch what army his friends had gone to, but he could only hope he'd go to the same.

Sitting alone, he noticed that the bar was empty as well as the rest of the room. Nappa looked behind him, and saw the last remaining fighter left to be drafted. The warrior looked to be a saiya-jin, but probably a lower class, and therefor useless.

He took another swig of his lager, wondering when the bartender would cut him off. It was a few minutes, and three more beers before the silence of the room was broken. The sound of a ladies heels tapping against the hardwood floor of the lounge penetrated the saiya-jin warriors ears, forcing him to turn and see just what was coming.

The lady, was about five foot ten, with long blonde hair. She was definately a beautiful woman, and one that if he was in the right mind would have went after. It took her a few moments to reach him, "Mr. Nappa, you are to report to the United armies base this instant," she explained in a monotone.

"Fine. Who will be my commanding officer?" Nappa replied, stumbling to his feet.

"His name is Bardock, a saiya-jin i think. Now hurry up, you don't have much time," the lady implied, helping Nappa towards the exit.

A few minutes later, the bald and completely drunk saiya-jin entered another massive room. This time instead of tables and bars, it was filled with beds, and only two men were sitting amongst the sea of cots. Nappa didn't recognize either of the two warriors, but didn't really care. He needed a bed, and he dropped onto the closest one.

"One of you guys wake me up when something important happens, i don't want to miss any fighting," Nappa boomed, calling out to the other two fighters accross the room.

(OOC: Very short, but i only had 20 minuets to do it.)

[Tobias]

Garlic poured another glass of that tasty Dante brew down his throat and glanced back down at the note he had been staring at for the last half hour. It was the confirmation he was now a member of the United faction. Under command of a one ?Shadow?. He snorted and tried to glean the last few drops of booze from the bottom of his glass. Why was he still sitting here? He could feel the teleporter at his back. It was distracting. It urged him to climb in? join his brothers in arms. He just called for another drink.

The seat next to him, previously vacant, suddenly found itself filled by a tall, lanky lad with spiked hair.

?What am I doing here?? He whimpered. Garlic looked around very deliberately, making sure he wasn?t talking to someone else. When he turned back to the kid he looked closer. The wide panicky eyes were a nice compliment to the beads of sweat rolling down his face, but at odds with his rather rugged and manly, if not slightly sickly, looks. In his tembling hands was a lip of paper identical to his own. Fuck. So he?d have to talk to this man anyways.

?What do you mean?? Garlic probed.

?I-I mean? what was I thinking. I?m no soldier.? Ahhh. So that was it then. Looking between the lines, he was afraid to die.

?You had to have some reason as to signing up, Kiddo.?

?My names Brad.? The was a silence as Brad thought about the question. ?I guess. I guess I just needed somewhere to go, you know? Had to be better than wasting my life in my apartment playing video games. Legally shoot some people, get a shot at a hefty prize? it seemed good enough. And if I died, who cares right? I?m a nobody, a waste.?

?But it just hit you didn?t it?? Garlic muttered silkily, ?It hit you what dieing really means. That that?s it. Your done. You thought that life wasn?t worth living, but now that your faced with the end your scared shitless. The finality of it is too much. All those little bars you go to, the women you?ve screwed, even the shows on that stupid little TV set. Stupid innocent things you never even considered. You realized that that would be it. Game over.? The kid nodded. ?Well kiddo, guess what. None of that shit matters, if you don?t wake the fuck up and open your eyes. Excuse the metaphors but you?ve been living in a trance. Rolling along travel worn paths in familiar scenes. Now you?re on a new road buddy. Its not pretty, it?s dirty and overrun with weeds and rocks and wild beasties. You could die.? Garlic took a sip of his drink. ?But look inside yourself. Can you honestly say that this is not the best you have felt in months. That the adrenaline, the FEAR makes you alive like you?ve never been. If you can say no, with complete sincerity, then walk away. If not you get your ass in that teletube and let this Shadow know that you have the heart of a warrior, and you were born to die with a bullet in your stomach and a grin on your face.? And now Garlic looked at young Bradly again. His hands still shook, the sweat still poured, but his eyes were calm. He was terrified, but he liked it.

?You are absolutely right. Thanks little guy.? The young man hopped up and sprinted to the United teletube.

?Now you what one second you little ?? Little guy? Who did he think he was? Yoda? Garlic darted after him and teleported to United barracks, only noticing what he was doing until it was too late. He didn?t even get to finish his drink.

[Paragus]

The bar had become a lonely and desolate place. People were drafted left and right and Para eagerly waited to be apart of this game himself. His drink had grown warm and condensation covered the outside the tall mug. Taking one last swig he turned to get up from his bar stool and fins something to do.

A small woman was sitting beside the saiyan warrior and looked like she meant business. "Excuse me Parogus" the lady said misprounouncing the saiyans name.

"Its Para with an A" The saiyan corrected still wondering what she wanted with him.

"You have been drafted sir" The small woman said embarassed that she could pronounce a simple name right. "You have been drafted by Commander Shadow by the United Army" The woman said rather quickly leading the saiyan to yet another teletube. "Good luck" The woman said shoving the saiyan in the tube and awating lift off.

The saiyan stared at the inside of the gaint teletube and waited patiently for its rapid departure. Para gave a slow wave to the woman before being quickly sent to his destination. The teletube arrived almost instantly in a basic military type barrack. A orange haired warrior sat at one of the many tables awaiting further order.

Para quickly noticed the other two warriors. A quick feeling of relief passed over the saiyan has he saw his old friend Nappa, he didnt want to have to kill him in battle or even have to fight with his old comrade. Yamcha was the other, the young fighter he battled on earth shortly before coming to Dante.

"Now who is this shadow guy" Paragus questioned himself still wondering what the mysterious commander was like. The saiyan took a seet at one of the tables and awaited the arrival of more new allies.

OOC: not long just wanted something to get in

[Mowgli]

Sitting on his chair mumbling the words he was reading to himself, Yamcha?s understanding of DA:C continued to grow as he read more and more about the competition.

He couldn?t help but notice the three warriors when they came in, he paid them no real attention, but felt them as they entered. The young human knew that his role in this war that they all willingly joined may possibly be an important one, and he needed to be ready for anything.

Feeling that he knew enough for now at least, Yamcha closed the folder, threw it on a bed next to him and rose to his feet. ?If I?m going to be ready for anything my body has to stay in fighting condition.? He told himself.

Leaning forward he let himself fall and placed both hands in front of him, shoulder length apart from each other. When his hands hit the floor he let himself drop a little more then raised his body by pushing forward with his pectoral and tricep muscles, Yamcha was doing pushups for the first time in his life. This form of exercise he had seen done by others on his home planet and he could never figure out why they did it and how it would help a fighter, but today those questions where gone, he had no questions at all running through his young mind only his goal at the moment, to get to 1, 000.

The more and more he did the heavier and heavier his body with the weighted clothing felt. His muscles were burning, his adrenaline pumping he then pushed his legs of the ground and stood on two hands and began doing pushups once again. Yamcha could feel his blood rushing towards his head ?Maybe I rushed it, took the next step too early.? He said to himself and stopped after reaching a measly 200.

?I should lay down I feel dizzy. ?He said aloud to himself.

As he walked towards the bed he looked around and noticed a huge saiyan sleeping, the orange-haired warrior still on the same bed but in a different position, Paragus the saiyan he had battled with on Earth, and a short light blue skinned alien. Yamcha wasn?t ready to speak to them yet.

He lied on the bed that he had thrown the folder on, and turned so his back faced the other men. His head began to pulsate rapidly and it felt the same way it had when he had experienced the pain earlier, images flashed by once again, but this time there was no loud screeching sound, it seemed to be voices but they were muffled and incoherent. Involuntary muscle twitching began again, and caused him to curl up into a ball. Then suddenly it stopped, the same exact way it did before.

?What the hell is happening to me?? Yamcha started to worry, not even for his health, but for the fact that he didn?t want to let his fellow soldiers down if this continued to be a problem.

?I need to clear my head. A little sleep might do me some good.? Yamcha remained in the curled up position and fell fast asleep.

OOC: Just needed to rp lol :]

[Downy Peach]

?It's time, sir.? The bartender sent a shiver down Tapion's spine, was he proposing something? Then he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. So the voice came from behind? Tapion frowned at the geared up soldier behind him, the two stared at each other silently, before realising the irritableness of his misplaced hand.

?Kindly... remove your hand, soldier!?

The recruiter stood still, but took his hand off the drunken warrior's shoulder. The strong stench of alcohol seeped up clear into his nostrils, not only was he a drunk, but he didn't have a clue what was going on. The personal enlister plugged his nose with his two thumbs.

?Let's go, you're now a draft to the United. When you arrive, you will be a soldier. You're captain will assign you to a position, and you will-? Tapion interrupted.

?Wait, this is all too much for me. First, you tell me I'm going to be drank by some group you refer to as United, and now you tell me this coxswain will be tossing me around telling me what position I'm taking! Blimey, you're starting to sound like Captain Flint himself.?

The gentleman had noticed the warrior's flailing and wrist flicking, he sure was agile for a drunk. The two stopped before a bright, glowing beam, similar to the one that brought him here. The chieftain turned, and addressed him with a raised brow.

?I'm not speaking in pirate terms. Drafting means to be enlisted into an army, and you were picked by Commander Shadow to join the United. This is far different then your definition of draft, which means how much one can drink. Also, as an elite, you will be eligible to control your own set of troops, so you won't be at the bottom of the ladder. Step into the tube, and you'll be send to the barracks.?

Tapion mulled over the thought of being pulled around and assigned tasks by people he never knew; such was a pirate's life. Though he had only experience in being a captain, to issue commands was only something he'd learnt to do with his earlier crew, not to be the one following those orders.

?Fine, but those bloody scallywags better let me carry my drink around with me, or Davy Jones will be seeing 'em through the worst of it.?

?Alcoholic beverages are free to use at your disposal, sir. What exactly is in that flask, by the way??

?Grog.?

The bemused officer was left behind, as a sodden Tapion stepped through the blue portal.

[Celipa]

A wall.

And upon it, a saiyan.

Celipa leaned impatiently against a plain white wall, her eyes closed, and her arms crossed. She had segregated herself from the hustle and bustle of the obnoxious crowds, and much preferred this solitude.

"Would you be Celipa?"

Her eyes snapped open, and there was a man standing about a foot in front of her, standing up straight in a military fashion. He was african-american, rather strongly built, and had an ammunition belt wrapped around his upper torso.

"Yes, I would be Celipa. Who's asking?"

The man ignored her question, and instead shifted to his next point of business in a very robotic manner. "You have been drafted by the United Forces, and will now be putting your talents to use in our army," he spoke without averting his eyes at all, they stared forward, but not at Cel. Never did he make eye contact, his eyes were far off and distant.

"Yeah, alright," agreed Celipa, shifting her weight back onto her legs as she pushed herself from the wall. "I'll do it. Where do I go?"

The man's arm shot out, rigid and orderly. He really was a military man. Celipa nodded in thanks and strode off to the teletube he had motioned towards. She took a step into it, and vanished in a swirling blue light.

UNITED

Was the inscription on the bottom of the teletube, on it's base. Just as it was Celipa's destination.

[Aero]

Time had gone by; a lot of time. He had been waiting there much longer than he anticipated, and he was far from thrilled about it. Other competitors had begun to show up to the barracks, but none of them seemed nearly as experienced as the alien. They all seemed to be full of glee, but still hiding their anxiety of war. They would adapt to war, but it may be too late by then. War as ruthless, and didn?t allow people to merely understand it. No, war killed the young and the hopeful. That was just war though.

He slowly reached his hand into his pants' pocket and slowly pulled out a forty ounce bottle of vodka. ?They may be able to take me away from the alcohol, but they can?t take the alcohol away from me.? He muttered as he twisted the cap off and slowly brought it to his lips. ?I?m going to get tipsy regardless.? He then tilted the bottle, allowing the vodka inside to slide down into his mouth; a gulp forced it down his throat.

The alcohol quenched his thirst, and patched his craving with a small Band-Aid. It would make him less depressed as well, but after the slight tipsy would ware off, the depression would come back harder and with new vigor.

Gokua would have pulled out the bag of marijuana he had stashed in another pocket, but he knew that these young soldiers would try to convince him in sharing his herb; fucking children. He would just have to save that for later; for the battlefield.

Then a stench caught his smell off guard. His nostrils flared upward as his eyes quickly moved about, wanting to know where the smell originated from. It was the smell of a drunk, and it wasn?t him. None of the people that occupied the room, however, seemed like the type that would result to alcohol abuse.



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OOC: Yeah, he smells you, Tapion.

[Celipa]

Celipa's eyes were shut, and no thoughts ran through her head.

And that was because she was sleeping. The saiyan had a blanket drawn tightly over her body, lying on one of the many beds scattered against the walls of the room she had been sent to. Her head was covered by the blanket too, whilst it rested on the soft pillow that had come with the bed.

By all accounts, she looked like a random lump under a blanket.

Hence why it was no surprise when a baffled figure began to approach the bed...he looked calmly towards the lump, but it was clear he was curious as to what was under it.

The enigmatic man prodded the bed-tumor with two of his fingers, gently.

"Who's under there?"

His voice was very all-knowing, but very soothing at the same time...Celipa opened her eyes slowly, but did not uncover herself. For a second, she forgot where she was, and then she remembered.

Oh, yeah...I'm at United HQ..

She uncovered herself, and sat up on the bed, looking around. It took her a little while, but then she spotted the man, standing at the foot of her bed. His hair was a reddish orange, his skin turquoise.

Celipa cocked an eyebrow.

"What the Hell are you supposed to be?" she questioned, putting forth what she hoped was an undertone of mild amusement in her tone.

"My name's Gokua," he replied, apparently ignoring what her actual question was. She had meant it as in, 'What kind of alien was he?'. "And I'm not from around here," he added calmly, apparently seeing her expression of confusion.

"Gotcha," said Celipa, though she really didn't. That really hadn't answered her question at all. "Well, my name's Celipa...and I'm a saiyan."

"Yes, I'd noticed that much," she noticed his eyes flicker to her tail for a second. If she had been in the mood, she would've made a 'Don't look at my ass' comment.

OOC:

Gimma a short RP, Gokua. More for the purposes of me getting a better grasp of Gokua as you want him to be RPed in this kind of situation. Then I'll continue.

[Aero]

?Hmm?I see that Saiyans allow their women to fight as well,? he said as he folded his arms across his broadening chest, wanting to impress her, but she didn?t even notice his attempt.

?Well, that?s probably because us Saiyans have strong enough females to do battle with,? she replied as she relieved the bed of her presence and walked near the center of the barracks.

Gokua merely quirked a brow as he walked over to her. He could still smell the stench of a fellow alcoholic, but he rested it aside for another time; the opportunity to get to know a female soldier was much like a MasterCard: priceless. Besides, the smell of the lady was quite arousing, and it almost vanquished the stench from his nostrils, and would have if it was not for his keen sense of smell.

Celipa?s eyes ran from one room to the other, not missing a single detail of the items and people that inhabited the barrack. ?These soldiers are highly inexperienced,? she muttered as she turned to Gokua.

The alien smiled. ?I concur,? he replied. ?Being an ex-soldier myself, I know a soldier?s face when I see one, and next to no one here carries the distinct features that must be present for me to believe that they are soldiers.?

?You used to be a soldier?? Celipa asked as she gently placed her hands on her waist. ?You seem more like some washed-up gladiator to me.?

The ex-soldier chuckled lightly. ?Yeah, I was an infantry on my home planet, Pathos.? he replied as he ran his hand through his wild orange hair. ?How do you think this war will differ from ordinary ones??

?Didn?t you check your folder? It has all of the necessary information in it.? Celipa glanced at her folder, which he abandoned on the bed.

?No,? Gokua replied. ?I figured that it was nothing important, so I trashed it as soon as I came to that shitty-ass lounge.?


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OOC: Short.

[Celipa]

OOC: When he said that he caught the sent of another alcoholic, Gokua was referring to Tapion. Not Celipa. =P. She's not an alcoholic.

"Well, you should've read it," she chided, trying to sound mature. "That folder contained important info on this thing."

Gokua shrugged nonchalantly. He must really have had confidence in himself, Celipa figured.

"So..." she went on, trying to keep the conversation from dying. "Know anything about any other competitors entering this thing? I met a rather interesting bunch earlier."

Gokua shook his head. "No, I haven't really met many others around here. I've kept to myself, for the most part."

"Well," Celipa began, her tone more confident now that she knew that this man had found her able to be approached. "We'll do just fine working together, if we end up in the same squad."

He nodded, and the conversation dove into the murky depths of silence. It was at this point that Celipa noticed something that hadn't registered before...her hand crept to her ear, and confirmed her suspicions.

"My scouter!" she shouted, panicking slightly as her hand fumbled around her un-naturally naked ear. "Damn! It's gone!"

Gokua chuckled and spoke soothingly. "I'm sure it's because of the game...look, your armor has trim in our army's color, too. The teletube must've made the changes."

Celipa looked down, to find that he was right. Her armor, which was normally trimmed white, was now trimmed in red. Her underclothes were red as well. She glanced herself over again, and couldn't hold back a flicker of a smile.

"I like this color on me," she stated, though she knew Gokua wouldn't be interested in such things. Males never were. She decided to add in, "It matches my Kaioken aura, too."

Gokua obviously had no clue what she was talking about, with 'Kaioken', but he nodded anyway.

[Aero]

?Yeah, I have no clue of this ?kaioken? that you speak of,? he replied as he realized that he had left his bottle of vodka over at his seat. ?Ah shit, I left my happy juice.? With a slight jog, he went over to his chair and picked the bottle up from the ground, quickly pouring some of the alcohol into his mouth. ?Nothing like some good ole liquor to get the brain functioning right and all.? He extended his hand with the bottle tightly grasped towards Celipa, insisting her to take a sip. ?Drink?? he asked as he took his other hand and wiped away the alcohol that preferred to trickle down his chin than to be swallowed.

The Saiyan female shook her hand. ?No thank you, vodka isn?t my type of drink,? she replied. ?Besides, in games like this, you have to keep your wits in these types of competitions.?

?Oh well,? he brought the bottle back to his lips and allowed more of the alcohol to go to his belly. ?Well, I personally need this crap to keep my wits.? Gokua said as he twisted the cap back onto the bottle and slipped into his pants? pocket. ?Besides, you know what they say, alcohol makes you live longer.?

Celipa laughed. ?Wine makes you live longer, and only in minute amounts,? she replied.

?Fuck wine. The alien spat. ?I need something strong to get the ole blood flowing and all,? he said. ?Besides, I like getting a little tipsy. It makes me feel good.? He then slid his hand down to his sword, which was firmly holstered in its sheath at his side. ?Well, you said that you?re little gizmo is gone, but my sword remains by my side, so I guess that only high-tech devices aren?t allowed.?


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OOC: Just a few petite posts to get acquainted.

[Paragus]

The lounge of the United army wasnt . able to keep the attention of the restless saiyan. He craved action and longed to be in the heat of battle, it was what he lived for. He quickly rose from the wooden lounge table and walked to a lonely corner of the room. With a sudden a punch into the thin air of the lounge room he began to shadow box.

It was a light training routine, nothing too serious, but it was keeping the saiyan ready for anything that would come his way. A sudden sound of footsteps halted the saiyans brisk training and caught his attention. He quickly turned 360 degrees to find the large saiyan warrior Nappa standing in front of him.

"Hey Para, long time no see" The muscular saiyan said directing Para to take a seat.

"Hey man, happy to see you here brother then out there" Paragus said as he took his seat at one of the many tables in the lounge. The saiyan meant what he said about meeting his old comrade on the battle field because that would only result in one of the saiyan's utimely demise.

"I have gotten alot stronger since me and you last threw down" Nappa said wearing a competive smirk. "And i picked up some new tricks" The saiyan laughed at the look of curiousity on the face of the smaller saiyan.

"Yea i can only imagine" He quickly responded leaning back in his seat and kicking his feet up on the table. "So i bet i can kill more of them then you" Paragus laughed not even knowing what "them" were capable of.

Nappa only nodded and reclined in his chair putting both arms behind his head and looked ready to relax. "So what have you done since revival" Para questioned forcing the saiyan to answer once more.

"Well its a long story" Nappa said as he began to tell it because they had all the time in the world.

OOC: just starting some convo