[?] Raditzu

[Belle Hibiki]

Although his instincts demanded action, the majin stood back from the combat and watched. Crimson eyes flashed dully with every blow, dancing as a smirk twisted the rubbery lips of the pink puttalin child. Seventeen angry, now there was something that you didn't see very often. Seventeen bloodthirsty, righteous, sanguine for blood, leaping at Minoshia's throat felt almost vindicating to him. Even the android who tried so hard, bumbling at times, to be a good leader, could be a killer.

It was satisfying, and yet...

He turned away, facing towards the rest of the troops. Their were being picked off one at a time, but for every one of their's that died the forces of Dante lost at least five or six in return. The more experienced enemy troops had dug into the surface of the sandy, dry ground, forming an improvised bunker with their comrade's bodies for shields. Bullets and screams alike tore through the air, the curdling sound of breaking bone and tearing flesh creating a haunting undertone for the battle taking place between the two elite fighters. Another one of their own troops dropped, and as he cried out in pain, Buu turned his eyes back towards the titanic clash, and started.

Just what did Seventeen think he was doing?!

Paige's breath caught beside him as the ebony-haired android impacted the dirt. In the distance a plume of dust rose, thrusting into the sky. A nuclear explosion in miniature. But how in the world could Seventeen be losing? Wasn't he fired up enough? Wasn't he strong enough?

Kid Buu had failed to protect Seventeen once already during this contest; he'd be damned if he was going to let it happen again. Nto without trying. Not without giving it everything he had. His muscles tensed, wisps of steam smoking out of his ventilatiors as he began to move forward. The sudden pressure of a jade-skinned hand on his shoulder held him up.

"No, Buu," Paige whispered. "This is his battle, and... His alone. He must settle this himself." She looked like she was in pain as she said it. Her lips were compressed to a thin line, her eyes luminous with unshed tears, and maybe it was because of them that she never saw the slap coming.

The back of Buu's hand connected with terrific force. As if in slow motion, Paige buckled backward, gasping in shock as a rough blossom of fresh pain bloomed on her cheek. Her hand came off of his shoulder, and Buu was off like a bolt of lightning, tearing across the battlefield in a crimson streak.

He didn't have time for her nonsense, or Seventeen's. The android could go on and on about honor, but the child would be damned if he was going to let the leader of Civil Unrest go down without trying to save him first. It wasn't kindness or a fondness for the Outcast Commander that made him dash like a buullet across the ground, plowing through ranks of his own force as he approached the enemy bunkers. It wasn't a sense of nobility that stirred him to leap high above them, that made him scream out with such force that it sent the shots tracking after him rocket back towards the ground in a lead shower. He landed, dashed, charging up attacks in all four of his hands, because if he let Seventeen die, he would only be further in the android's debt.

He couldn't let that happen. He must not let that happen.

The majin let out a roar as he struck towards the two figures in the distance, so very small, but too important to miss.

[Burter]

Sparks scattered about the left sharded shoulder of Android Seventeen. Blood literally oozed down the right thigh of the Konat, Minoshia. Smoke clouded their fighting area, and the hair that donned their heads were burnt from the ki that flown. Breathing was difficult, bones were shattered, and minds were fogged.

Seventeen clenched his hands as he set his scarred feet. Minoshia placed a hand on the rock behind him, preparing to launch.

One last scuffle, and that would be it. No dramatic quotes. No lightning flashes. Just one last shot, and someone was going to die.

The two lept at one another, putting their whole being into this one last melee brawl. The Kaioken aura of Minoshia whirled around Seventeen as Android foot met Konat wrist. A backhand caused a bone of Seventeen's jaw to shatter, but Minoshia was given a broken nose for his efforts. When Mino stumbled back, Seventeen lept forward.

"Renzokou!" Declared the Konat just as Seventeen reached him.

The Android ran right into the hundreds of ki blasted that ejected from the palm of Minoshia. Smoke filled up the area as the explosion sent the cyborg backwards into the ground, in a small crator for his own.

The Konat stepped forward, into the smokey scene. His oppenent lay beaten, a victim of action before thought. "Checkmate," claimed the Konat.

His ear twitched. Wind blew behind him. A panting voice.

"RAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

Minoshia spun around and looked up. In the air was a buffed-up, open-mouthed, pink-skinned, pissed-off bubble-gummed-flavoured Kid Buu and he was ready to kick-some-Konat-ass.

Of course, we would have, had Minoshia not been 25 times his power level.

"Death Ball!" Shouted the Prince. The small, weaker version of the red ki blast hit the charging Buu with tremendous force, stopping his attack and sending him backwards with enough velocity to break the nearing tree off it's roots. Kid's planned assault, failed miserably.

Minoshia turned to see Seventeen standing again, breathing deep. His pupils had literally vanished. His breathing had increased. "Kid. Did you...?"

"He's taken care of," declared the proud Prince. "Now, where were we?"

The normally logical-thinking mind of the cybernetic warrior was all but eliminated. He had lost all hopes of reasoning with this man. He had lost all form of sanity in this fight. And now, the only person he had left to keep that sanity locked up was gone. Kid Buu was gone. And he couldn't help.

Pain.

Sorrow.

Regret.

RAGE.

"Death Ball!" Minoshia cried out.

"Ki Barrier." Spoke the Android, softly.

The blast shot out and hit the Android, only five or so feet away. It exploded on contact, covering the figure for a moment. But it still stood. Hurt, but still there.

There was nothing left of Seventeen to feel the blast. The Human side had given up. The Android was in control.

Minoshia's hand lowered. He kept his cool and summoned more power from Kaioken. This was going to be tricky. "Fine then!" He cried out, "This ends now, Seventeeeeeeeen!"

Android Seventeen moved to the left and spun around. His hand called upon the ki powers of his weapon, and quickly shot his arm around. As Minoshia passed by with a slower speed then his oppenent, the weapon hit his back.

The Ki Saber of Seventeen slashed all the way across. The back of Minoshia's neck opened up. Blood began to spill as his body flew forward. When the corpse hit the ground and rolled into a dead bush, he was already dead.

No dramatic explosions. No final words. Just Android Seventeen. Just RAGE.















































































RESULT:

Android 17 has activated RAGE. He is badly injured, many of which will take days to fully heal/repair.

Kid Buu's arm is torn apart. It can be healed after a couple days.

Minoshia is dead.

Garlic Jr's unit has arrived, with Android 16 and Gokua in it.

[Burter]

17 has taken KB and the survivors of the fight, and left.

[Dantes]

Apparently Garlic had many important military issues to deal with, and was spitting out orders left and right to his subordinates. The android had heard that another army had been here recently, but bolted out before this group had arrived. They were in the middle of the plains, in sight of a small freshly built log cabin.

?Who would want to live in such a desolate and isolated place?? the machine fighter wandered, as he plopped down onto an average sized shale slab of rock.

The commander had given all his troops a cold canteen of water to quench their thirsts, and begin boiling their dinners. Sixteen had taken one sip of his canteen, and tossed it to the nearest soldier. He had no need for food or water, except to help prevent overheating which seemed to be in check at the moment.

His super computer brain was working it?s magic, calculating power levels as well as his odds of surviving an encounter. The android understood how much stronger some of the people in United were than he was, and that he would in fact have to man up and fight. Survival of the fittest, was the saying that the computer relayed to him, and it seemed to be true.

The orange hared giant could compute the situation he was in perfectly, and his options were limited. Lifting himself up from the rock slab he was so uncomfortably sitting on, and began his search for the commander. It wasn?t too long a search before he?d found a mass gathering of ranked officers near the middle of the army.

?Garlic, I need to speak with you!? Sixteen monotoned, scanning the ground for a green figure.

Almost knocking a few of his officers onto their asses, the goblin leapt out of the pack. ?What?dya want android?? The commander spat.

?I?ve looked at my options, weighed them carefully, and have decided that I will fight under the United flag. I know there will be a time when I am to fight for my own life here, and I might as well be ready for that time.? The mechanical being replied, looking down on his new leader.

Jr. smiled quickly before he whipped his miniature body around, and hurled himself back into the crowd of eager soldiers. He noticed Gokua was also in the middle of the group, throwing out ideas and thoughts to the many listeners.

Sixteen didn?t stick around to listen in on any conversations, and turned back towards the rock he?d been sitting on a few minutes earlier. Back to the place of the average soldier, and back to contemplating if he decision was the right one.

?I wonder who lives in that cabin, he sure has a huge power level!? the green armored fighter pondered.

[Burter]

Garlic's group is gone

Raditzu is alone.

Again.

[Raditzu]

Raditzu looked down at the crumpled letter in his hand and sighed. He craned his neck slightly, taking another look at the departing messanger, her load now one letter lighter. He leaned against a wall of his cabin and tried to smooth the creases and folds out of the paper, wondering to himself what kind of a piss-poor messanger delivered letters that were barely legible. They had one job, take a piece of paper from point A to point B. Even an idiot should be able to get that done correctly. With the envelope more-or-less restored to its original shape, Rad tore off one side and slipped out the piece of paper held within.

An interested eyebrow cocked immediatly. Previous letters had all be hand-written on scraps of whatever paper had been availible. This letter, however, was printed on standard sized paper, and not by hand. The tidy type-font was capped by a Syntech letter-head and addressed specifically to Raditzu. The tone of the letter was also unlike anything else he had recieved this competition. It had been phrased so officially that more than once it cause the saiya-jin to roll his eyes. He was no stranger to bureaucracy, but everything had its limits. Thankfully the letter was short. And even more thankfully, it contained a detailed map of the island upon which the competition was taking place.

His eyes scanned over the map a couple of times, then drifted back to the letter. It seemed like everything was almost over. One of the armies had gained control of most of the island, and there was only one group standing in its way. It seemed like Rad had missed out on most of the action, though that almost assuredly a result of his own lethargy. Despite several chances to jump into the fray, he had been content to simply laze about the cabin, not really worrying about anything whatsoever. Coulda been worse, the saiyan thought as he fingered the collar around his neck: at least his head was still attatched to his body.

With a stiff yawn, the saiyan pushed away from his cabin and stretched lightly. He took the map in his left hand, crumpled up the letter with his right and promptly littered. Whistling a merry little tune, Rad turned, confirmed his position with his map and marched off.