[D] Forlani and Reilan Units

[Burter]

PCs: Broli, King Vegeta, Minoshia, Pigero, Bulma, Reijin, Grandpa Gohan, King Cold, Piccolo Daimoun


The two units travelling together marched at a perfect, fluid pace. Conversation was all over the place as the soldiers began to get to know each other during the hike.

At the head of the march was the two saiyan warriors leading the pack. Broli and King Vegeta kept a map out and continued leading the army towards their destination.

[Broli]

In succession each troop stepped, moving closer to their objective. The sky was cloudy above, only the most minimal of rays able to pierce through, providing the slightest bit of illumination. Nature itself seemed to be warning of an imminent slaughter, a slaughter that was bound to happen. Whether it be on the side of Dante or some other force, there was no denying that people were going to die. Some would die brutally, others painlessly. Regardless, the soldiers marched step by step, heads held high. Fresh and eager, the thought of victory was central to their thoughts.

At the front of the two units walked Burori and Vejita I, Commanders and Generals both. Their eyes focused on the horizon, as if set on an objective waiting to be reached. Heartforged Keep sat at their rear, its wondrous display of masonry becoming a mere object in the distance as the army marched onward. Before them, a dense forest was fast approaching. ?Look at that forest! It?s huge!? shouted a soldier from being the COs.

?Briarwood Forest,? Broli announced as his eyes read the map. All along the horizon the forest sat, its western border colliding with a magnificent mountain range known as the Dragonspine Mountains. The forest?s eastern edge came at a cliff where the earth ended, tumbling down into the uneasy sea. Broli glanced into the sky as they walked, observing the decreasing light. ?The day is ending. We need to pick up the pace. Double step!? He nodded to a messenger, who proceeded to pass along the message to the rest of the troops.

In one fluid motion, the army quickened its speed. To Broli?s surprise, the forest was actually farther than it had first appeared. As they reached the brink of nature, King Vejita held up a hand, motioning for the pace to slow. The dense canopy stretched several dozen feet in the air, doing nothing to help slow the losing light. The sheer height of the canopy possessed the unique talent of tricking the eye into believing that the forest was closer than first thought.

Without hesitation, Broli and King Vegeta took the first steps into Briarwood Forest. The trees were so closely held together that the army was forced to break formation as they followed their leaders. A thick rush of crackling radiated through the air, dry bark crumbling under the feet of the soldiers. No leaves sat below them, as the trees themselves were barren and pale, as if devoid of any significant life. The bark was shed by the dried trees in the most curiously unexplained manner, yet the warriors took no real care of this. They simply moved as quickly as they could through the forest, not wanting to be caught at the end of the day in the forest?s thickness.

?What do you suppose caused this?? Broli asked to his companion.

The King looked from the path, contouring his body around a tree. ?The forest?? he asked, quickly following his question with a shrug. It was odd, indeed, a certain silence piercing the narrow corridors of the forest. Even stranger was the fog they soon encountered after traveling for merely a few dozen feet. It was by no means blinding, sitting at the ankles of the soldiers, thick and breathing as if driven by some mysterious force.

There was no need to rush the army. Enveloped by the general creepiness of the area, the soldiers hurried to leave its presence. With any luck, they would be gone from the forest before darkness consumed them all.

[Broli]

The final rays of sun dissipated over the horizon as the soldiers stepped from Briarwood Forest. The men were tired, cold, though they welcomed the fact that they were leaving the eerie forest behind. A flat plain lay ahead of them, leading up to a plateau that overlooked a blackened sea. Looking at the map, Broli could tell where they were. Other than that, however, the darkened landscape only served to block any real recognition of where they were.

?We?ll camp here tonight,? King Vegeta announced. Broli nodded in agreement. Vejita I motioned towards the trees. ?Cut down a supply for the campfires. Twenty men to a fire.?

With no further bidding, the men began tearing down the barrier of trees in which they had escaped, an expected joy occurring for those who felt a particular bitterness towards the natural beings.

Within the hour, camps covered the landscape like ants to a dying insect. Huddling around the campfires, men conversed joyously, their inexperience to battle attributing a morale that grew only higher with each hour?s passing. Under the Commanders? discretion, the men had been allowed to break out the wine, and so they drank and continued to grow closer with their peers.

In the darkness away from a campfire, King Vegeta and Broli stood, looking into the obscurity of the distance. Broli folded his arms. ?The air is thin? The other forces are already at the move.?

The Saiya-Jin?s king nodded in agreement. ?This is not competition? It?s a war, and it?s not going to be won easily.?

The younger Saiyan let out a deep sigh. ?Let?s hope that things work in our favor.? Placing a hand on the king?s shoulder, Broli left the darkness and approached the campfire.

Taking a seat on a log, a nearby soldier handed him a bottle of wine, and with that, he began laughing and drinking with his men.

[King Cold444]

He shivered.

It wasn't quite what he'd expected, but here he was amidst a joyous brigade that featured a noteworthy selection. They were a force to be reckoned with as they were, even if they were busy among the murmor of conversation that floated about. Easily discernable amongst the fray, King Cold marched alongside his allies. His thoughts, however, were still stuck somewhere between a circle and fire. The sun had descended, something that the changeling took note of as they continued their trek across the plains. It dipped below the mountain range, taking its precious light with it. The oncoming obscurity left King Cold to his ponderings as they continued marching as the buzz of lively conversation.

The fire crackled before him, dancing with a brief significance to the changeling. They say the warmth for the night, the only thing that would keep them from growing sick and having an epidemic spread throughout their company. Cold saw the hellfire's that he would be forced to return to.

"Stand still, I'm gonna put this collar around your neck." Someone stated, taking the changeling back to Heartforged Keep. He was in a room filled with soldiers, rifles trained on him. Not because he was an immediate threat or anything, but because he'd arrived in an explosion of hellfire on the Dante grounds. To prove that he wasn't a spy for the enemy armies ("there're more than one?" Cold retorted to this) Cold submitted to join the Dante army. "The collar should not be underestimated. The collar tracks your location, gives audio and visual feed to the producers, and more importantly one false move and it goes boom. Ever heard of Head & Shoulders? Dandrum shampoo? Well--let me not get too into details what'll happen if you tamper with it."

"You may also find that you're at a handicap when it comes down to certain things. The collar does that too." It was one who droned on, nearly mechanically as he oversaw the man fitting the brass collar to Cold's neck. It fit snugly. "Gotta keep 'em in line this time around. You know how they can get. After you've done your bid you can return to the Hells from which you came. Although this is an official last-minute draft it would be best if you kept the fact that you've just gotten out of Hell to yourself. People don't really take kindly to that."

Although he sat atop the log in a slump, he could switch his demeanor with the swaying of the breeze and there was a bottle of wine shoved into his hands. Cold scrutinized the bottle, which someone had the courtesy of wrenching the cork from and taking a generous swig. He brought it to his lips as someone else shoved a second bottle into his hands and then they fell into a story of tryst and conquests that had gone past. Cold soon fell into this talk of domination, bursting out with laughter as stories were told of the seemingly impossible situations people would get themselves in just to get their own satisfaction.

"Yeah, so I was under the bed for about an hour and they still were going at it. And--you know Trent was in the closet, so we were text messaging each other and..." It just went on and on, everyone with their own accounts to add to the melting pot of morale.

A burly man leaped over the log and landed in the free seat next to Cold, who shoved the untouched bottle of wine into his hands. Well, he'd thought it was untouched, but apparently he'd tested half of it between taking sips off his other. He recognized the man as one of their commanders, his thick and poorly groomed hair one of his more prominent features. Cold chuckled softly, "Taking it down here with the soldiers, commander?"

Not a bad way to start the first night of warfare, chumming it up with you commanding officers.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gramps let himself be swept up in the nightlife; it had been a long while since he last let himself go. As the stout little man walked up to the campfire, he noticed that one of the men sitting at the campfire was another saiyan, the second man in the dual command of Dante. He slowly crept up to the fire, he noticed another man, if you could call him a man. He was quite tall, with two horns protruding from his skull. A changeling for sure, again a new face that Gohan didn?t know. Although he was quite pleased that he was on his side though, as he looked quite fierce and someone you would want to face down on the battlefield.

Gohan had two bottles of win on him, it had been quite some time since he last let himself go, but tonight just felt right, after the long trek through the dense jungle known as Briarwood Forest. He slowly crept on the huge man and the commander.

?Well hello there, I don?t recall seeing you back at the castle, last minute recruit?? Gohan asked as he offered him a bottle of the wine.

The changeling took the bottle, the look on his face, ?duh? was the only way to describe it, ?Well actually I am?

The smug little man paid little attention to the look on his face, he was here to have a drink and enjoy himself, as he didn?t really let himself go at the castle, and this was probably the last time before they could again before the fighting started, even though the soldiers didn?t know exactly when they would have their first encounter.

Burori was enjoying himself as well, taking it up with his men, Yes the night was quite easy going for the Dante Army, even with war looming ever so closely around the corner.

OOC: =o meeting the folks.

[Minoshia]

Simultaneously, troops all seemed to let out a sigh as they escaped the dark clutches of Briarwood Forest. The twisting branches seemed to grab at the troops with every advancing step, the darkness was overwhelming. The prince was one of the few who wasn't sighing as they exited the forest, the darkness comforted him, nurtured his intense emotions. He followed the commanding officers without question as they led back into the open plains and began to make camp for the night. Sidetracked by his own wandering thought, the dark child quickly found himself sitting alone as numerous other campfires and small conversations broke out around him.

He'd been wandering around the well of memories his mind held confined in its darkest trenches. Of all the memories he had of war and slaughter, the memories that focused around love swarmed to him when he was alone. Back home, one his planet that bloomed with beautiful nature and wildlife. Tapion and the younger Minoshia ran through the fields, fighting as brothers should and enjoying every ounce of emotion their senses could feed them. Warm dinners and a loving family, in one word, happiness.

Amidst these joyous thoughts he snapped back into reality as a joke climaxed nearby, causing a raucous of laughter to disrupt his peace. Knees curled into his chest he cradled himself as a tear slowly ran down his cheek. Why had it all been snatched from him? Why Him?

A burning sensation shot up through his spine, tingling the back of his throat in a menacingly painful manner. Immediately Minoshia found himself on his feet, trying to walk off the hatred the tried to escape. Living only caused more pain, and he longed to sit in the hollowed fire burrows of hell, where thoughts of happiness never caused him torment.

As he walked aimlessly, his anger boiled and blinded his sense of direction. He found himself walking for the sake of walking and not really going anywhere fast. One step forward, two steps back seemed to tell the tale. "You alright??" A voice rose softly from behind him. His blue cape twirled and wrapped around his lower body as he spun quickly to face the being that spoke to him. His eyes glistened a fiery red, confusion, anger and depression leaking from his pores as he stared into the eyes of the speaker.

OOC_ Who be it?

[King Cold444]

OOC: It be me.

Graciously accepting the bottle of hard liquor from the wizened man, he nudged his thumb towards a free seat on the log. The old man knew his stuff, bringing him something from long before even his days. Cold took a long swig from the bottle, passing it back to the old man expectantly. He didn't hesitate, there was no reluctance in how he carried himself despite his ages above them. He still remembered how to party, taking the bottle to the head and draining all but an indiscernible amount. The old man could hold his liquor, that was for sure. King Cold chuckled as the old man slumped down next to him, patting him on the back.

"You're alright old man. You're alright.." But then he noticed someone curled up down the bench, what looked like a tear drifting down one of his eyes. Upon closer scruntching of his countenance he could see it was a child. Although he wasn't really good with kids, he'd decided that he'd seen enough. Not only was it a child on the battlefield, but a crying child who leapt up and walked about the fire--probably twice, before setting off in any particular direction, a well-concealed furor in his heart. As he brushed past Cold the changeling called out to him, "You alright...?" he wanted to say 'homie' because he knew the youngsters well enough to know they were into these things.

"Come on over here kid, let me let you know something." Cold sat, offering the konat-jin the seat. All eyes were upon the kid then and there, as he stood torn in between Hell and what would be Hell. Cold could almost tell what he was going through, it was as if it rubbed off on him in all of its passion. "Because I've seen Hell, and trust me. After we create it here, I'm gonna have to return to it."

Whether the boy would come was of his own accord of course, Cold could only do what was in his power to show the youth what it meant to dominate on all fields. Those who needed a bit of knowledge usually sought out those who could relay it, one way or the other.

[Burter]

"Sir, Dante soldiers behind us!"

At this call, Broli quickly spun. The Forlani unit was just waking up from their first night of sleep, and were getting ready to put the camp down. Sure enough, he saw a unit of five or six blue-armored soldiers heading their way at full speed. King Vegeta was off away from Broli, but he had taken note as well.

The soldiers were in a hurry as they made their way through the bustling camp to Broli. The one in front saluted. "Messenger Jarl, Commander. A word from General Joy."

He held out a scroll and Broli quickly took it with a "Thank you."


(The message will be posted in your map thread. You have 6 messengers from Joy's unit that you can keep or send back)

[Broli]

OOC: Sorry fellas for not being able to reply with a conversation with you guys. Going to look forward to another IC situation where it can happen, though.

Broli's eyes glanced over the note. "Tell Joy that she has my full approval. She is to take the village, with or without force. Destroying it is the last priority. I expect a full report of the final result. That'll be all." The messenger nodded, finalizing the Commander's words on a fresh sheet of paper. Burori stamped it with the official Dante seal, and proceeded back into his tent to finish dressing.

As the rising sun made its presence known to the soldiers, Broli gave the order for the troops to break camp. Morale was high as ever. The soldiers had been treated nothing less than kingly, for as long as they were in Dante territory, there was no worry of ambush. However, as their trek would progress, the drinking and fun would end.

"Let's get moving," the Saiya-Jin declared. With that, Broli and King Vegeta took their places at the front of the formation and began the march of another day, leaving the burning embers of their campsite behind.

OOC: Another update coming soon. Don't worry about RPing.

[Vejita I]

The magnificent brilliance of sun rays cascaded over Vejita Ou and seemed to impair all of his vision. His retinas screeched with such disgust for its birth while he himself was blessed to be capable of viewing any potential threats lurking within the shadows. Their journey had already seemed to be at an acceptable pace, but the commander was seemingly rather unsocial to his soldiers. Conversing was not typically something he enjoyed unless it focused on motivation, otherwise it was something he simply attempted to avoid, especially with his affairs on Vejita-Sei. His entire viewpoint upon this competition wasn't what he had foretold. Prior Dante Abyss competitions were so exasperating and were capable of engulfing a man's courage without a second thought. Although, due to his years of wisdom in warfare, he had become accustomed with the habit to thoroughly observe any situation. The scent of decieve was lingering in his nostrils that perhaps this wasn't even a fragment of the horrors he would experience during this event. This false shroud of what seemed to be a simple-challenge was spawning never-ending scenarios that could occur, some of which that compelled the saiya-jin king to sense chills slithering down his spine.

He hadn't been privelaged with information on any of these warriors, hell, he hadn't even attempted to greet any of these men except Grandpa Gohan, and of course his fellow commander Broli. Vejita's memories were being snatched from the most obscure regions while attempting to locate any hint of knowledge for these warriors. The one who referred to himself as Minoshia was triggering thoughts, but were rather vague. Every inch of the saiya-jin king struggled to unlock the mystery of this warrior while he persistantly marched through the battlefield of Dante's Abyss. Although he was unknown to it, Minoshia was the warrior that served alongside him in the unspeakable chaos forged by the Cold Industries Army. Which, truthfully, was a time frame he consistantly tried to avoid recalling due to devoting his loyalty to the race that his own people selected as their ultimate enemies. Bulma and Broli were both those that he held to his heart, viewing Broli specifically as his most loyal soldier of the saiya-jin empire. If their was ever a being he would defend, it would surely be the saiya-jin brute.

While Bulma was equal to this oath since she was now regarded as the "queen of the saiya-jin's". If ever her life fell victim in Vejita Ou's presence, his vengence would never be able to be satisfied. Alongside them, was the unknown saiya-jin warrior, Reijin. His powers were impressive, and to have a saiya-jin was always complimentory in Bejita Ou's mind. Reijin, similar to Minoshia, shared a similar relationship with the saiya-jin king. He was a companion of his son, unbeknown to him, and was quite possibly his son's most loyal ally. It seemed that the majority of these soldiers were linked to him in some degree, whether acknowledged by him or not. In regard to those he was unaware of, it was as if fate had selected him for an ironic game of sorts by aligning him with those that he is linked to. While the deliberating seemed to conclude, Bejita Ou began to murmur underneath his stenching breath. "Let the chaos come, let it come with the power of hell by it's side. I'll not accept anything else, because all who seek to challenge the most ultimate power, can find it here. The power of Dante will be unstoppable."

It was as if King Vejita was attempting to empoy himself with minor motivation. Two days had drifted in utter silence while the impending threat of the other armies seemed to infiltrate his thoughts. Stradegizing and utilizing sheer logic had been disposed of apparently, and only a solitary goal was imprinted in the saiya-jin's mind: survival.

[Broli]

The grass of the knoll was soft, providing a delicate padding for Broli as he kneeled. He looked at the village before them. Smoke billowed out of chimneys, the village relatively quiet. Nodding to himself, Broli stood and turned to face him eagerly waiting troops.

?Men,? he began, ?Before you stands the last bastion of Dante. We?ll rest here for the night. However, know that after tonight, there is no time for rest and relaxation. Leave your wine here, for you won?t be needing it anymore. No drinking tonight, lest I leave you here to fend with the villagers. Now go, go and enjoy your last night in Dante territory. Tomorrow, we begin to show the world exactly how strong we really are! Welcome to Terebath!?

The soldiers cheered as they heard these words, breaking formation and rushing towards the town. The villagers themselves looked up at the knoll, first in fear of the sight of the soldiers, and then in completely joy as they realized the force on which the soldiers belonged. Confetti filled the air, villagers and soldiers cheering alike as they crowded the streets. Women took no shame in plunging their tongues down the throats of men.

On the village outskirts stood Burori, Bejita Ou, and a group of soldiers no larger than forty. They were huddled together, Broli?s voice merely a faint whisper. ?Continue to head in our direction. Scout for any villages or enemy units and pursue the standard operations of sublety. Spy and assassinate if need be. Blind Squad, dismissed.?

With that, the men of Blind Squad clapped their hands and unison and moved into formation. Pulling cloaks around their bodies and cowls around their faces, they jogged off into the distance, Broli watched as they went. Together, Broli and King Vegeta entered the village, sparking an uproar of cheers.

It would be the final time for fun and games.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gohan sat on the edge of a fountain, which resided in the middle of town. Slowly he rubbed his feet. The aged human was used to walking quite slow, and all the marching, which they had been doing, really took a toll on him. ?I think the hardest part of this war may actually be the marching, not so much the fighting. he thought to himself. His feet weren?t the only thing that hurt though, he had a huge hangover, too much wine perhaps. After resting for a while, Gohan quickly set out to see the sites of the village which they had entered. It seemed serene, peaceful, besides the guards, which protected the village.

Gramps thought to himself as he walked around he wondered where they were heading next. The villagers seemed quite happy to have Dante?s Army in their presence. Although they were told not to drink, Gohan knew otherwise, many men were going to enjoy themselves tonight, in more than one way.

The stout man carried no weapon, which was a relief to him, as he wasn?t fond of shooting people and the large weapon would only add more weight, causing his feet to ache more. Dante, ever since he had arrived, it seemed as though the planet was changing him, his desire to fight had been heightened, although nowhere close to where a normal saiyan would be.

The air seemed right, and training seemed like a good thing at this point, even though they were settling for the night, the only problem was. Gohan made his way to the outskirts out town. There he slowly slid into his fighting stance and began to punch and kick the air, redundantly doing the moves which he was taught so long ago. For a while he continued until he felt satisfied with himself, time for the next portion of his training. In one hand Gohan concentrated his energy, slowly light began to show, first a small dot of a bright white energy. The ball of light quickly began to grow in size as Gramps put more of his energy into the ball. After a moment the ball of light engulfed his hand, with a swift motion of his hand, Gohan flung the ball of light up into the air. The aged human let out a small grunt, and the ball of energy exploded like fireworks in the sky, although he was careful to not let the ball explode too high, for fear he would let others know where they were.

After repeating it for a short period of time, Gramps felt content and made his way back into the town. After looking for a while he finally found a hotel, which wasn?t full, the soldiers quickly had them rented out, most likely the younger men having women from the town over. The manager led Gohan to his room. It was small, quaint, and solemn; just the way he liked it. He made his way over to the bed and sat. Slowly he got comfortable, removing his blue vest, which signified he was in Dante, and his black cap, which had the puffball on top.

As Grandpa Gohan finally lay down in the bed, it wasn?t long before sleep took its hold of the frail mans body.

[King Cold444]

"Well, hurry up won't you." Cold grunted, shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Syrup dripped down his chin and the melted of butter receded down his throat, but he continued his assault on the plate before him. He'd had the luck to be travelling with a moving force that had the luck of having its citizens so gracious for their arrival that the women flung themselves upon him when he stalked through the crowd. They spoke of his stature and checked the size of his hand, left to wonder and be hopeful. King Cold, on the other hand, had needed a decent breakfast before he would succumb to the call of these ladies.

"Why don't you go play with a Saiyan or something." he'd said to one of the more persistant ones, who giggled and flaunted her chest. "I really just want a warm meal--that's about it." But the girl prided herself in whipping up a batch of pancakes for the changeling, which roused his eyebrows. Afterall, he'd come from a stronghold where they were granted the grand accomadations and dinings of royalty.

"Pancakes, right?" Cold mumbled through a mouthful of the the fluffy meal. There was no doubt about it, the woman could whip up a damn good batch of pancakes. He couldn't tell what it was within its walls, but it could have been an overabundance of butter tossed into the batter. Or maybe it was that seductive hint of.. honey? He couldn't tell, but another plate with a mammoth load of pancakes was placed before him, the rising smoke drifting up to tickle his nostrils. "Yess!" Cold leapt to his feet, one of his forks raised in triumph.

Sitting before the mountain of scrumptious pancakes. His mouth watered and he felt delicate hands slide across his chest, having retired his armor and cloak for the hospitality of his accomadations. A kiss was stolen, between pancakes, and Cold sighed loudly.

"Y'know," he started in his bass-riddled tone. "This isn't gonna work out." he hastily thought up reasons for them not to be together. "You know, I'm a changeling, you're a human. Just think of how the kids'll come out." but she giggled despite his protests, backing him up against a wall upon his attempts at a retreat. Sighing again, he held up a hand for her to halt. "Okay, but don't pull the tail. Just... don't."

[Old Pigero]

Upon hearing the words of his strong and very bulky commander, the boy stayed behind in the midst of all the joy and running. Letting out a long heave, he couldn?t but help wonder what was going to happen. The morning air took a hold of him, sprouting small dots on his arms. He rubbed them off quickly, and set off to seek warmth. It had been like this before, when he slept alone at night. No one to comfort him, everyone they he loved eventually left him. He had thought more then once to give up, and never seek affection again but when he tried, there was a hole that needed filling. That hole seemed to require more and more, as he got more.

The adolescent slipped his small, rough hands into his pockets and trailed the long pavement road. His feet graced the barren desolate road, as he walked in the opposite direction of where the other soldiers had set off. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but that was it. The only sign of weakness he would show. He was done with being a pushover, a weakling that couldn?t protect the ones he loved. This was his chance, to redeem himself. After all, he just wanted to be loved.

Ringing to his ears, the pattering of footsteps increased in his direction. Shifting his eyes to see who was behind him, he saw a rather stout woman plodding toward his route. Heaving a sigh, he spun around on one heel and cocked an eyebrow at the woman. She was wearing a rather stout dress that showed off her rather large chest. Bouncing toward him, she paused and exhaled for a moment.

?Now boy! You need to get inside!? she heaved.

?Not really,? he replied.

?But-?

?Just go away,?

After that he turned around, and against her efforts walked away. The days to come will surely be interesting.


OOC- Posts to come will be better

[Kirano]

The fun and games, even drinking for others, General Broli I.E, was over. Man, did he love drinking wine. He usually consumed wine, whilst having a good laugh with the soldiers. This occurred daily from the get go. He favoured Le De Noor; a wine, which Bulma believed, was tasteless. It was cheap wine, which is why she decided not to help consume it with the others. She preferred expensive bottles of win, like Chateua Corier, rosy red wine, with a rich taste.

Now, everyone was on the move. The two saiyan Generals split the army into two groups. One group, Forlani led by the thick, muscular bodied, younger saiyan Broli. Although he looked all brawn, his strategy revision with the other generals proved looks could definitely be deceiving.

Someone who Bulma respected led the second unit. Not only did she admire him as a great father in-law, but also now, she admired him for his leadership role. He certainly proved to be a good tactician, which impressed her, since she herself is someone who abides by tactics.

Dante now headed into Brairwood Forest, a thick forest with its trees huddled together. The soldier?s footwear clogged against the soft, green grass as they continued their journey. Now, one army split itself into two, as both units followed their leaders. It was the walking, which separated the low-level warriors from the skilled ones. The trekking tired some, but Bulma?s fatigue hardly reduced. Maybe when the battling commenced she would.

The darkening sky meant night was approaching. Soldiers were ordered to gather wood for a fire. Bulma rested herself against a tree, closing her eyes to get some rest. Before she did so, she had watched the fire crackle for a while, observing the steady, bright, comforting flames. A yawn escaped her lips. While the others were conversion and drinking, she fell asleep. She would awake up with a backache the next morning, which she did. She frowned.

That?s the last time I sleep against the tree.