Day One: Afternoon

[Burter]

Day One
Noon - 6:00 PM

The sun was now high above the watered down island. Clouds had fallen to it's brightness, and the rain finally halted.

"Hello hello my brave warriors! It's now in the middle of the day, and I'd like to congratulate you all on surviving 12 hours! However, you only have...6 and a half days left to kill 41 people, or NOBODY wins!

Here is the death list:

#13 Grandpa Gohan
#40 Warren Peace
#42 Paige

And now, it's time to announce the new forbidden zones! These zones will be activated in six hours, at the noon update! If you're in one of these spots at noon...BOOM! Hehe!

C5
D8

That's it! Good luck, my warriors! I'll be rooting for...well, a couple of you.

This is Karl, over and out!"



Notes:

-No longer raining

[Burter]

Face to Face

Bujin

Android 18

Bujin didn't need those fucking voices. Who the hell did they think they were, barging into HIS head and demanding some kind of freedom of speech? He was the one doing the work, so he was the one who should be getting his opinions heard.

At least, that's what he told himself to make him feel better. But in reality, he was alone, lost, and clueless as to what to do.

That was about when he stopped walking and noticed someone in a similar situation. Limping down a brown path was a blonde woman who had clearly already been victim to an attack already. Without thinking, he held up the gun and moved forward.

Eighteen's mind was reeling with what could have happened. She just remembered waking up and then she was here...lost, and alone. There was no explanation. She just had small little holes of memory that even she was finding hard to dig up. Upon hearing footsteps, she quickly turned around.

Bujin stood tall (or as tall as he could), holding a box-shaped weapon up and pointed at her. "Sorry," was all he could give as he pulled the trigger.

The Machine Gun opened fire on the bewildered android. As if being bashed in the head wasn't enough, she had to endure the shots to her gut and sides as she stumbled left. Though she was quick, Bujin was too close to miss and managed to gun her down and force her to the ground.

His barrel remained smokey as the cute female tumbled and thudded. Her stomach and side were both opened up from the shots, exposing artificial or enhanced organs and some wires. Bujin frowned at the sight and turned his head to her bag. "Guess I didn't need you after all," he spoke to the voices.

That was when Android Eighteen smashed her hand right into the back of his head and caved in his skull.

As the android, still confused and afraid, crawled away with her dire injuries, she thought about nothing more then what she could have done to deserve this. Why couldn't she remember? Why would anyone want to shoot her? How could this have happened? Why? WHY?

Nobody answered her. And nobody answered Bujin either, when he forced himself to speak out loud, in just above a whisper, "...I need your help."

41 Remain

Bujin's head is bashed in from behind. Minor injury

Android 18 has been shot up pretty serious in the torso. Going to be a very rough ride. Insane injury.

[Jinpo]

?Shit. I thought this Dante?s Abyss or whatever it?s called would be action packed, yet I haven?t seen, heard, or smelled yet. What in the hell is going on?? Cargo said, exasperated. He was tired of waiting. Raindrops continued to plunk against the thatched roof of the home, as the Namekian grew more and more impatient with the lack of opponents coming through this place. You would think that the buildings would draw the warriors towards it, but so far, Cargo?s ?wait it out? strategy was taking way too long to come to fruition. The teenager couldn?t stand pacing around the cramped inside of the vacant home or staring at a map any longer. He veered off of his linear path and headed for the door. Cargo carefully peeked out before stepping outside into the downpour. Droplets collided with the top of the jade-toned fighter?s skull as he tread in what appeared to be a ragged footpath. The ground squished under each step Cargo took, mud sloshing beneath him.
?This isn?t what I signed up for.? the youngling muttered. His thoughts drifted from the terrible conditions to that of his prior partner in training, Metal Koola. He helped Cargo enter this competition and he had entered himself, but what had become of him.

?STOP IT!? Cargo?s compassionate side found a chink in the fa?ade he had put on to cover it up and wormed its way out once again. He just cared for people too much. He might be capable of great power, but if he is killed in this game of death, he would never get the chance to unlock it. He could allow for no mistakes. No compassion. No emotions whatsoever. Those sensations cloud judgment and could hinder the Namekian?s performance in a time of need.

?Love: Useless.?

?Compassion: Who needs it??

Hatred . . .

What did the child think of this? He contemplated as he entered another building and began to search it for anything valuable. While ruminating on the concept of venomous hate, an image popped into Cargo?s head. It was himself, with one subtle difference. His presence was completely different. He was much stronger. Veins bulged out of every muscle and his eyes were bloodshot. 43 bodies littered the ground around his feet, blood flowing freely from their corpses. The adolescent stood tall, ready to kill anyone else who came his way. Cargo finished his investigation of the home and left as quickly as he came in.

?What the . . .?

The rain had stopped.

?Is it a sign?? Cargo made no judgment on the most dangerous of the emotions and refocused on the competition. He would soon find out whether his naivety blinded him once again or whether the daydream could come true.

[Drake]

The saiyajin was surprised to find he?d run into someone once again, in the same day, even on such a large island. However, the larger shock was that it had been his brother, someone he hadn?t seen in quite a while- killing some unknown old man in a chair. Kakarot had to remind himself that Raditsu had been brought up differently, and this was D.A. where you weren?t supposed to provide mercy to an opponent.

Still, he had to question his sibling?s choice in killing weapon. A Yo-yo of all things.

There was some small talk between the two, but nothing really important, the only thing they cared about was fighting- it was the only thing they shared. Both brothers were quickly caught up in the whirlwind of testosterone, exchanging blows without regard for their surroundings- not that it mattered given this place had been a stage setup solely for Dante?s Abyss.

Raditsu and Kakaort continued to raise the stakes as their battle played out, and for a moment he?d gotten so caught up he?d forgotten why he?d joined D.A. this year; however, he remembered it in time and ended the fight with his older brother.

His brother could have easily continued the fight, but Goku?s words were convincing enough for the elder sibling, even though both of them really didn?t care and would have been fine with killing each other and blowing up the whole planet in the process.

Reluctantly he made his exit, on the move to another location in search of his target.

To think he?d meet his brother in the first day, Kakarot began to wonder who else he might run into through the duration of this Dante?s Abyss. Not that it was an unwelcome surprise, just an unexpected one. There was a lingering feeling of disappointment from the way their scuffle had ended; in truth the saiyajin was perfectly fine with them getting eliminated- under normal circumstances. Unfortunately this wasn?t an option for him yet; he had to make sure that whatever it was that had devoured that entire city wasn?t here as well otherwise it could go bad very quickly.

?Hmm, I wonder which way I should head off to next.? Kakarot held the map out and charted where he?d been and knocked off the danger zones- lest he wander into one and blow himself up.

[Burter]

Face to Face

Bulma, Yamu, Jeice, Paragus

Minoshia

The cave seemed peaceful for the most part. Just inside sat three figures, relaxing after a long hike through the morning. Above it was the one currently on watch: the bulky, veined Yamu. He nibbled on a peice of bread as he considered the next move on the map.

Behind him, leaves blew in the wind and a faint hum buzzed behind him. Curiously, he looked up at a branch to see the wind pushing it towards him. Then a set of leaves flew in the opposite direction. Something was wrong.

Immediately, he grabbed his bat, aptly named Kari. In front of him was a red, glowing Konat who kept a feirce smirk. His energy was what caused leaves to blow around. Before the human could say a word, he was jabbed in the face.

Jeice, Bulma and Paragus all looked up as Yamu thudded to the ground from the top of the cave. "The Hell?!" Jeice said in alarm, standing up. "Yamu?!"

"Look out!" Bulma instructed in alarm as Minoshia dropped down, landing fine on his feet. He turned around, eyes looking up. "Who the Hell...?"

With Yamu knocked out, Minoshia stepped forward with a serious, no-nonsense face. His Kaioken burned bright inside the cave. "Looks like I hit the jackpot," he smirked. "Four kills for the price of one."

That was when Bulma suddenly raised her hand, revealing the machine gun. Minoshia's hand went up in instinct as well. It was a race for the release, and Minoshia's ki exploded before Bulma could touch the trigger. The ki knocked her in the chest, burning in and slamming her into the cave.

"You bastard!" Jeice shouted in anger. He lept foward, raising one his hands with the broken mirror peices. Minoshia spun and caught it, then headbutted Jeice in the face before cracking his wrist. Finally, he shoved him backwards so he hit the wall opposite Bulma.

Paragus swallowed hard as Minoshia looked up at the last man standing. Para didn't have an actual weapon, per se, so he just collected his thoughts. He was by far the most experienced fighter between himself and Minoshia, but Mino had way more power backing him up thanks to his Kaioken. "You're next," Minoshia informed him. "This'll be quick."

He raised his hand up and produced a small line of fire in his palm. With it, he shot it forward. Paragus backflipped to avoid it, but it went around him and waited till he stood before streaming right into his face. "Bah!" He grunted, holding his cheek. "Damn!"

"Let him go!" Came a feminine voice. The evil Konat who loved this game looked over to see her still standing, only barely, and holding the bottom of her ribs. She raised up her gun again. "NOW!"

Mino again shot a ki blast, but this time exploding into Bulma's gut and out the other side against the rock. Her eyes bulged, and this time she fell back. Jeice squirmed on the ground, unable to pick himself up. Paragus lept forward.

The Konat spun sideways with incredible speed and easily used his own arm to crack and rip the bone in the saiyan's arm, then flip him over. The game of physically abusing the foursome was becoming more and more...

Just as Paragus hit the ground, Mino looked up to see a giant human now awake, and now much bigger. Yamu kept a very serious, and angry face upon his lips as the Kaioken blasted around him.

Minoshia grinned. "Time for a real fight," he said happily.

Just as he did, Jeice cut a shard of glass into the Konat's back. Minoshia elbowed the red figure in the forehead, knocking him back. But the distraction was enough.

"Ki Shotgun!" Roared the human. With a blast from his finger, Konat blood blasted backwards over Jeice, covering him. A hole remained where the blast had penetrated.

Minoshia blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Then he fell.

#36 Bulma DEAD
#17 Minoshia DEAD

39 Remain

Yamu is tired for 24 hours for using Kaioken

Jeice has been beaten and bruised, and covered in blood. Minor injury

Paragus has a broken arm and a burn scar on his face

The Ki Machine Gun and Saibaman Seed are there. Decide who gets em

[OldPikkon]

Slowly climbing to his feet again Pikkon staggered off in an unknown direction not willing to pull out his map and compass from the bag, but preferring chance to anything else. ?Today will surely be my first and last day in this stupid competition,? he thought to himself.

But still determined to keep going the scarred warrior pushed on. As he staggered alone along his new path he felt good as the rain scolded his burns. Suddenly the rain stopped, standing still Pikkon looked upwards towards the heavens. He watched silently as the blackened clouds slowly moved on, the sun glittering, shining light upon the barren battlefield periodically as the departing clouds passed it one by one. Soon the entire sky revealed it?s blue tinge and the sun shone brightly its rays lapping up as much of the earth as it could.

As Pikkon?s face was bathed in sunlight he dreamt of freedom. Moving his single working arm up to his neck, he stroked the metal collar that kept him trapped in this stupid game. Dropping to his knees the green warrior let out a loud cry of hope. The weather had changed and so had his mindset. Even though he was bruised, battered and only had one working arm he knew that he could last longer on this island.

Dropping his broken left arm down lower his duffel bag complied by sliding of and impacting on the muddy ground. Unzipping the bag Pikkon searched through it. ?There has to be something in here that I can use,? he quietly mumbled to himself moving around his only source of support.

One piece of bread left, two canteens of water, a map, a compass, a lantern, nothing in the bag seemed to offer sort of support to the lone warrior. His scouter though a little worse for ware, sporting a slight crack on the visor over his eye was still in working order, and his only weapon a plastic bag was still firmly wrapped up in his pocket.

?What a nightmare I?ve gotten myself into,? he though to himself unable to think of a suitable plan that would enable him to survive any longer on this island.

Guessing his best form of survival was evasion for the time being, he zipped up his bag, climbed back onto his wobbly feet and began again to walk in a direction that he could only hope would bring isolation and not competition. Soon he would plan, soon he would attack, soon he would fight again. But for now healing was in order for the defeated soldier.

[Yamu]

Yamu?s chest heaved as he stood in the mouth of the cave. It was only a second, but it felt like an eternity as the last seconds reran in his head in slow motion. The moments slowed, the frenzy Minosha had caused played out, Bulma being blasted back, Paragus leaping into the fray, Jeice digging his glass bade into the Konat, and finally, ?SHOTGUN!?

Time snapped back into the present, Jeice was checking on Bulma, he looked up at the ebony eyed Earthling and shook his head, rushing over to Paragus as he did so. Yamu knelt beside the red skinned fighter as he pulled out the Saiya-Jin?s own medkit. ?How are you, Jeice??

?Not bad?just some scrapes.? He looked down to see his own blood staining his once flawless white gloves, ?It looks worse then it feels.? The pair used one of the medkits to clean up the one eyed bruiser and set his arm.

?Argh?son of a bitch!? Paragus gasped when his teammates finally allowed him to move. He spit on the Konat?s body before moving back to Jeice, ?C?mere, let me have a look at you.?

?No?it?s fine, just some bumps.?

?Yeah?but those bumps are bound to add up. Might as well get you treated now while we have a breather. We need anyone we can at one hundred percent.?

Paragus set about working on Jeice?s injuries while Yamu walked over to Bulma?s lifeless body. He wanted to feel sad, but he knew she was alive and whole back at the Dante staging area. Yamu picked up her prized machine gun and walked to the opening of the cave.

Jeice muttered through a bandage going over his head, ?What is he doing??

?Don?t move!? his temporary physician urged, lightly smacking him on the back of the head which actually caused it to move more then Jeice had in the first place.

The ebony eyed Earth-Jin knew some camera had to be catching him out there, but he bellowed to make sure his words caught ?HEY! BULMA! THIS SUCKS! I want let you go down in vain, girl, and I know you?re watching this! We?re gonna keep going in your memory, I know that?s what you want.? He lifted the Ki Machine Gun and wobbled it in the air, ?I know you want to see this get used, believe me it will.? He walked back into the cave in just enough time to see Paragus finishing up. He tossed the firearm to him, which despite bad depth perception he caught out of the sky. ?I believe you called it??

The aging warrior grinned widely, balancing the stock to his hip and resting his good hand over the trigger guard. ?Hoo yeah, this feels good.?

?Shit!? Jeice blurted, ?I?m stuck with this thing?? He yelled holding up the glass shard stained in Minosha?s blood.

?Maybe not!? Yamu smiled and began rooting through the fallen warriors clothing and bags. He tossed the extra bread and water to his companions but could not find anything sizeable-?Wait!? The veiny brute pulled out a single seed from the very bottom of the rucksack.

?A SEED?! I?m better of with the mirror! This whole GAME is working against me!?

Paragus laughed, ?That?s a Saibaman Seed, you ungrateful idiot!?

Yamu flicked the seed to him. ?Yours to do with as you please, my good man.?

?What about you, Yamu?? Jeice asked, ?I feel kinda selfish with us taking all the spoils.?

The cloaked warrior walked outside and picked up his wooden scepter from where it had dropped when Minosha had snuck up on him. ?All I need is Kari.?

Paragus held out what was left of his medkit, ?Hey, take this. We each used one, makes sense for the last to go to you. Plus?I?m an old man?I?m tired of carrying it. Someone spy like you should have the extra weight.?

Yamu smiled, ?A long as I?m doing you a favor, Old Man.?

Jeice jerked his head to the bodies, ?Them??

Yamu looked at Bulma, ?We?ll cremate her?who knows what some of the sick minds in this game might do to her if they found her.?

?Him??

Yamu eyes held a dark glow of hatred rewarded, he spat in the same place the Saiya-Jin had and motioned for Jeice to do the same. The three different salivas seemed to meld together into one, ?We are bound by the products of our bodies in his blood to stick together.?

After several minutes Paragus motioned with his gun out the door as Yamu still stood staring at his lifeless rival, ?C?mon, enough with the dramatics, we still have a lot of people to kill??

One body was left burning in the cave, and another left to rot.

OOC: Paragus now has the Ki Machine Gun and the one of three medkits have been used to reduce his Major injury into a Minor injury.

Jeice now has the Saiba Seed and the Mirror and the second of three medkits were used to eliminate his injuries.

Yamu still has Kari, and has the remaining Medkit, unused.

I hope you guys felt that was fair, if y?all want to switch or something, feel free to write it out.

[Kami]

The rain had ceased and the sun had finally made it's appearance. His makeshift bastion had kept him dry and warm. Not needing to sleep was also a welcome bonus. Still he remained ever vigallant on the horizon, his troubled thoughts a distant echo in his mind. his furrowed brow held strong as his gaze scanned outward. He sat and listened to the world around him. With a lack of activity recently for the elder Namekian he thought it would be a good idea to meditate and clear his head.

His excellent sense of hearing would save him from a sneak attack but he felt safe for the moment being regardless. He took in a slow but deep breath and pushed it back out again. The wind whistled through cracks in the structure and somewhere in the distance a bird chirped for some food. There was a squeak from the rat downstairs and a rustle in the bushes outside. His ears took privy to the outside noise and he waited. The sound died out soon enough, not having any trademarked signs of a sneaky competetor.

The sun made it's way inside through a crack in the wall and windows spaced around. Everything seemed so calm, yet he knew what fury the tranquil island was hiding somewhere. He was ready for it, he felt calm and settled. He would not be shaken or suprised. His fight was coming, it was simply a matter of when and where with who. All he could hope for was that it will be a battle worthy of his effort.

[Vegeta]

The duo had now unexpectedly become a trio seeing as the two saiyajin had run into Vegeta?s daughter. He glanced across the cave at her; cyan hair dripping wet, as deep a scowl as ever. She had taken her share of deserved cheap shots at his parenting skills. To call Vegeta an absentee father might be to give him too much credit. The Prince thought back to the large banquets and buffets of the past, it took an entire zoo to feed this royal family, but he couldn?t recall the last time he had been eating in the presence of Bra. The three had decided to eat something before heading out on the prowl, but bread would hardly dent a saiyan hunger. It seemed more a formality than a necessity; still, he was glad to have such company. The princess had really cut deep into him, it seemed not even the years of being a callous jerk could protect him now. He took the silence to recover.

Vegeta snatched his ration of bread up and placed it firmly between his hands. A faint glow spilled onto the floor around them and peaked his companions? interest. After a few seconds the light disappeared back into his hands and he happily bit a chunk of bread off.

?Mmm? toasted!? He exclaimed with joy. Reijin and Bra almost fell off their seats. Bra was first to pipe in, with a confused look upon her face. ?You?ve been away training to become? an easy bake oven?!?

Vegeta cracked an uncharacteristic smile and laughed. He finally understood how Raditzu had become so powerful: he found someone to fight for; to protect. The Prince now felt that he too, had someone to protect. He couldn?t apologize for not being there in the past, but he was going to make damn sure to be there now.

Vegeta rose, checking under the bandage on his hand to see the wound was healing surprisingly well. ?So? team.? The Prince started, ?Where to next??

[Bardock]

The fighter paused to look at himself in the reflective surface of the fountain. He had slipped his bandana over his bad eye. Hardly ever the narcissist, he found a little amusement at the thought that he looked somewhat dashing with his battle wound. Then he was off. The torrential downpour had subsided and this was no place to make camp. Even with dampened spirits, camping wasn?t part of his strategy?at least not now.

He decided to follow the road, lacking little other incentive for direction. Before leaving the hallowed ground, he stopped at a rather large pit of mud. Setting his bag aside, Bardock jumped in, as if invited to a hot bath. The fighter smeared himself with the mucky substance until he was almost unrecognizable. Satisfied, he leapt out, grabbed his supplies, and quickened his pace not on the paved path, but nearby it. The mud served as a primitive form of camouflage.

?Could have been worse,? Bardock said to himself of his useless eye. The rest of his body, aside from a few insignificant bumps and bruises, was in excellent working order, and therefore still a lethal weapon in itself. At least he hadn?t injured anything else.

The black-haired brawler?s eye narrowed as a spot loomed up in the distance. A single solitary building sat along the edge of the cement, surrounded by a sea of gravel.

Bardock halted, sniffed, and quietly listened. His other senses would compensate for that which was damaged. The saiyan?s keen nose picked up the scent of gasoline. Slowly creeping forward, the fighter realized it was a fueling station of some sort. The scouter picked up nothing, so he moved into plain sight, still keeping a watch out.

The building by the fueling instruments was, unguarded and in Bardock?s opinion, poorly constructed: large glass windows gave anybody a clear view inside. He sauntered up to the entrance and pushed open the door.

A loud electronic bell rang out: do-do do-do, do-do do-do.

Bardock pivoted back outside, pressing his back against the wall.

I?ve set off an alarm! his mind raced.

But no one came to heed its call. Bardock cautiously stuck his neck out, peering inside. Still empty. Gradually, he reached out and pushed at the door again.

Do-do do-do, do-do do-do.

He jerked back.

Then his face screwed up in thought. He stepped sideways and pushed at the door.

Do-do do-do, do-do do-do.

The island was empty. No guards were here to protect the building.

Bardock sauntered into the convenience store.

?A food silo!? he gasped, looking at the rows of packaged goods and noticing the refrigerators in the back. He strode over. ?These cooling units still have power!?

Immediately, he reached into his back, pulled out the bread, and tossed it away. ?Meat!? his eye bulged. A rack of beef jerky awaited his grasping fingers. Hickory, teriyaki, peppered, original?he yanked them all off the shelf, voraciously tearing into one package and scarfing its contents until he choked on a plastic package. He pulled it out and read the label: ?oxygen absorber, do not eat!?

Once he had stuffed the packages of jerky into his bag, he moved to the fridges.

?Beer?? he moaned, reading the labels. He snatched a few cans, and grabbed some other beverages according to their markings.

Still keeping up his guard, he wandered around the aisles, examining each individual product for its usefulness. Now that proper sustenance had been taken care of, there was precious little room left in the bag. He reached the ?miscellaneous? aisle and snatched up crucial medical supplies: band-aids, wetnaps, the works.

He backed up, bumping into another display shelf. He turned around, and discovered a holder of sunglasses.

?Protective eyewear,? he mused, holding up a pair. He selected the best fit and folded them up and placed them in his bag. He couldn?t wear a scouter and protective eyewear at the same time, and for now he chose the machine.

Break time.

The muscled mud-man crouched behind the fortified barrier, also known as a counter. He unscrewed the cap to one of his water bottles and chugged it, knowing there were several shelves more ready and available if he consumed the lot. Grabbing his map, he began to mark out his course and accordingly cross off the latest danger zones.

[Metal Koola]

Finally MK was here! Another chance to prove he had what it took to be the winner of yet another Dante?s Abyss tournament. He scanned the area he had been dropped and chuckled as he noticed just how familiar this place was. Sliding the survival bag off his shoulder he dropped it to the floor and sat down in front of it.

?Hmm, what do we have in here?? He spoke to himself, as if someone was actually going to respond. He knew no one was, but it was just a force of habit. Pulling the sliding closer open, he took a gander into the nifty little pouch. ?Water?? he continued perusing, ?compass? bread? map?? he was getting bored with all this useless junk and was about ready to stop looking through and just chuck the bag when he got to the bottom. There was a capsule labeled ?random weapon #23? with an attached tag labeling all the possible weapons available on the island, in number order. Scanning the list he got to the number with was most important to the changeling, and had an evil smirk as he glanced over the words. ?Perfect.? was the only thing he could say. This thing was going to give him an incredible advantage, the only thing he needed now was to find some former comrades to group up with. This thing wasn?t going to be won if he stuck by himself. Hell, last year he grouped with two of the most powerful warriors to exist and still lost early on.

Suddenly there were shouts to his south and he jumped to his feet, shoving everything back into his little pouch. It sounded like the fun had already begun! He took off full speed in the directed of the noises, hoping to come across a little action somewhere along his path.


(OOC: Whoever wants to form an alliance let me know... QUICK. I could be very helpful to your survival)

[Olibu]

As the rain halted to a mist Olibu stood with his eyes fixed on the younger competitor, ?So, you always sleep upside down??

The boy looked disgruntled from the words; they seemed more of a comment than a question; no one sleeps upside down. However, after looking Olibu in the face, he couldn?t find a bit of sarcasm anywhere in his expression. ?No?

?Then what happened?? Olibu queried.

"Well okay... this bitched stepped to me... right? And I was like, no fucking take this, and the bitch just punched me in the eye... then you offered me some water, naw'mean?"

Bewildered the man took his hat from his head and scratched it with the hat, ?I don?t understand what you are saying. A woman did this to you??

?Well yea,? Junior continued, ?I was running and I didn?t see her and she hit me and we fought and she threw me and I landed here? He had obviously landed harder than Olibu had first thought.

?Well, what would Goku Senior say about you joining up for such a tournament? A child does not belong on the battle field, murder is not some game.?

The mention of Junior?s heritage sent the boy into a silence that was all too familiar to Olibu. Not wanting to keep the boy uneasy he spoke up again, ?Have you ever seen death??

?Well??

?It isn?t pretty.?

?If fighting is so bad, then why?d you join, mister??

The same pause that made Junior uneasy overwhelmed the large man until he finally mustered up speech, ?Let take a look around, we?re going to need to know if this is a safe place to camp.?

[King Cold444]

The rain had faltered by now, quite possibly startled by the changeling duo. It seemed logical enough to KC for him to believe this and try to get Koola to follow suit. "Koola, the rain. It retreats into the clouds at our approach." Koola, on the other hand, hadn't bothered to pay much attention to KC's blatant rambling. It concerned him that his pointless words didn't touch his son.

"What's the matter?" King Cold asked, coming to a halt. Koola followed suit, of course, as something was on his mind. "Are you still jealous about that time I took your little girlfriend, because I gave her back..." KC joked with a whole-hearted smile, even punching Koola in the shoulder.

"Its just I haven't seen you in some time and..." Koola seemed strained, almost to let go of his thoughts. Constipation is the only thing King Cold could compare the look on his face to.

"Just let it out," Cold started, thinking back to the last time he'd seen his son. He honestly couldn't recall, but he did remember then-and-there that he had another son somewhere about.

"Where's mom?" Koola managed, his face contorted in confusion. Apparently this had been bugging him for quite some time.

Colds eyes narrowed and he looked about, making sure no eavesdroppers were about and completely unaware of the audio sensors. "We never talk about that son. Kay, ever." Cold knew damn well where Koola's mom was, but how do you explain to a self-absorbed prince that his mother was an unaccount link in a plot summary.

Cold could loosen up a bit more around his son than when he was with anyone else, he couldn't ponder any particular reasons why. That's just the way it is. They slowed down, their sprint becoming more of a hike since they needed to save their energy in case they ran into anyone. Cold gave Koola's previous words some thought before he spoke again. "You know, I think maybe they did leave us on an island by ourselves. What kind of sick, sick game is this?"

[Reijin]

Vejita finally yawned and rose to his feet, pointing at the two others. "So team... Where to next?" He was met with a pair of shrugs as his only answer. He grumbled a bit and reached into his bag, pulling out his map and surveying it. Reijin took advantage of the opportunity to open his own bag.

For the most part, it was filled with everything that he expected to be there in the first place, but near the bottom he saw a weapon that he found most interesting. A slow smile spread over his face and he removed his map, zipping back his bag so that anyone spying on them didn't realize what he was looking at. He could have some fun with it indeed.

Glancing to his side, Bra too was looking at her map. The group seemed greatly relieved to see that the rain had finally stopped falling, and the Princess finally leaned her head to the side, popping her neck from the growing stiffness they'd all acquired.

"Aha!"

Vejita and Bra jerked their heads to the side quickly at the sudden explosion of sound from Reijin's direction. The two saw that he was standing tall, holding the Reijin doll up high in a victory stance, not unlike the stance of his own doll. After a moment of silence while Reijin beamed in glorious success, Bra's voice dripped venom. "What are you doing?"

The younger Saiyan smirked at her, waving the doll around that he'd telekinetically snatched from her side while she wasn't paying attention. "You thought you'd cut off my head, didn't you? You thought that you'd dare to defy your Saiyan heritage by using a magical doll to control Reijin, one of the str-"

Her laughter shut him up midsentence as Vejita simply chuckled at the situation. Reijin stared back at her in disbelief as she seemed absolutely unshocked that he'd stolen her most powerful weapon from her. He glanced down at the toy in his hands, no longer so sure about his victory as he was a moment ago. Looking back at her, he began stammering in his speech. "But... but you said this was a magical doll that they gave you specifically so that you could destroy me! Now I have that doll in my posession, and you are laughing at me? You must have more!" he finally decided, jabbing a finger in her direction. "Where are they?" he demanded.

The heiress to the family throne rose to her feet and walked over to him slowly, watching him as he withdrew his arm and pulled it a bit further from her immediate reach. "Yes. I do. And if you do not hand this over immediately..." she threatened, slowly reaching into her bodice. "Then I'll just have to squeeze it by the head until your own head explodes," she warned, grinning from ear to ear.

Reijin glanced over towards Vejita, who simply shrugged, not sure if the pair was serious or just teasing each other. Looking back at the girl, and once more at the doll, Reijin decided he had to kill her now. He drew back his fist, feeling the energy coolly creeping down his muscular structure until it gathered within his palm, his other hand guarding the doll fiercely.

Her face taking a flustered look, Bra growled back at him intimidatingly. "Do you think that you'll have time to stop me from..." Before he could fire his beam, she ripped a flashlight out from the hidden area within her clothes and flashed it in his eyes, watching as he threw his arm instinctively in front of his eyes for protection. In doing so, he dropped the doll.

Pouncing to the ground, she grabbed the doll and rolled back to her feet, watching the panic cross his face as he noticed her catch. "That was cheating!" he declared, giving another helpless look at Vejita. The Prince simply held up both of his hands and made a point that he was in no way getting involved. Returning his eyes to the female mystic, he finally sighed dejectedly. "You do realize that I will follow your every whim as long as you have that thing.. But at the first chance I have, I will kill you. So I highly recommend you just use it now," he threatened her, already attempting to scan the area for any debris he could telekinetically throw her way.

She laughed and looked down at the doll. "Ok!" she shouted, suddenly throwing the doll at him before he could react. He had opened his mouth in preperation to fire a blast, and mid "AARR-" he found himself nearly swallowing the head of his doll, stopping quickly as he stepped back in shock. His hand flew up to the doll as he gingerly and very delicately removed the doll from his mouth with the precision of an open heart surgeon.

The flustered man then looked at her and exploded. "You... I... I could have bit off my own head! Do you realize just how badly that would have gone for me?" She simply walked up to him as he threw the doll behind his back in protection and paused a moment, patting him on the chest before walking back to her bag.

"Relax, I'm only joking. That doll can't actually hurt you. Its just a toy, since you were the semi-finalist last year. Though now I wonder how," she added dryly.

He glanced back at the doll, in all of its chibi glory, and glared back at her. "Explain yourself!" he demanded.

Rolling her eyes as she leaned back against a tree once more, the Princess continued. "Obviously I wouldn't have had the thing out in the open the entire time if they'd made such a narrow weapon for this tournament. Haven't you realized that they want to keep the weapons as open and versatile as possible? Yeah, I'm sure you have. So why would they have put in a silver bullet against you like that? Why not Raditzu instead? In fact, I'm almost positive there's another one out there for him as well. You know what? Play with that a while. I am positive that you'll find no way to hurt yourself with it," she laughed, pausing a moment to add in a bit more. "Though you might prove me wrong, somehow."

Growling angrily, Reijin threw the doll back at her as she laughed, reflexively cringing as it struck the tree until he realized that he felt no pain whatsoever. Finally, he snatched up the map and pointed in a direction, seemingly chosen at random. "I've deliberated this for a while now, and I feel that the best direction to go is that way!" he declared by a completely random jab of his finger.

However, Vejita had finally broken his silence and had cut Reijin off about halfway through his declaration with laughter, as his daughter smirked at having one-upped the tactician. Reijin snatched up his bag and threw it at Vejita before dropping back down to the ground, giving the doll yet one more look before telekinetically throwing it at Vejita as well.

[Raspberry]

Having an insecure feeling was definitely a horrible feeling for Rasp, he wanted to get the feeling away another way or another. The heart of the reptile was beating with full power, it made a horrible ache in his stomach. He ran behind some bushes using his stomach muscles to push, he had now such a great shit break. He more worried about shitting himself to death then someone killing him.

?Aaah...Indeed a great weapon is the smell no one wants to come close, hehe. Sometime I had to do it and I wanted it to be now, because of the stomach ache.?

*Prrrrtff* Came a funny noise and Raspberry laughed to his own fart.

As he was ready he pulled up his pants and he placed some leaves on the pile to hide the little incident. The grotor-jin started to walk further than before, maybe there was going to be no fighting for Raspberry?s part.

?I haven?t been fighting anyone... I actually haven?t even seen anyone. Maybe if I just try to keep myself alive a bit more there aren?t too many warriors left then it may be easier or then just harder,? He mumbled for himself.

The alien gator was looking around with caution, just in case someone was behind the tree with a crazy weapon. He moved really slowly, just to make no wrong move. As he had heard the reports of the dead ones he was giving a slightly evil smile.

?Maybe its fun to kill someone...I should try and kill someone, I can?t even imagine the feeling when you actually KILL someone, it better be sweet!? He thought, and then he was going to for a little hunt.

Rasp felt like his heart was on fire... Such murderous thoughts and feelings. There was only one way to get rid of the feelings, kill someone. The grotor-jin was going to have to feed his lust of killing, but someone was going to have to come and fight with him.

The gator-like alien was climbing up to a tree and from there he was searching for victims.

[Orion]

It was weird; although Cold was the biggest, and only, obstacle in Koola's way to ownership of their empire, and as much as he wanted to keep his guard up, his black horned parent calmed him, made him feel at ease. He didn't like it. As much as he felt comfortable around the caped dictator, that very feeling subconsciously made him uncomfortable. The logical paradox washed around in his skull, unable to be resolved. Commanding a strong hold of his emotions and thoughts, Koola simply ignored it for now, continuing his entertaining quirk of narrating his Dante journey.

"As I walked behind my father, I noticed his black cape billowing up and down, revealing that his legs have gotten rather fat. Further suspicion leads me to believe that this endomorphic transition carries to his stomach as well. Also, his new golden armour makes him look like a queen."

"What was that?" Cold asked over his shoulder.

"Er... nothing."

"Come up here so I can hear you."

Koola increased the length of his strides to match those of Cold. They soon walked side by side, something they hadn't done in many, many years. Again, the prince felt that ease, that calming of his wariness next to his towering father. Fighting to keep vigil, he started looking around, surveying the area for any hostiles. It still clawed at him; maybe there was nothing he could do about it.

His three toed feet splashed as they squelched into a stretch of mud. The rain had stopped finally, the sun taking its rightful place in the sky and stealing the moisture back again. Dew covered leaves glistened beneath the rays, creating a picturesque scene of tranquility. Koola breathed it in.

"You're looking awfully calm," King Cold noticed. "Shouldn't you be more alert?"

"I... uh, yeah," Koola fumbled his words, being caught off-guard, mellowing in his embarrassing pleasure. He quickly changed the subject. "So, you've gotten fat lately."

"What?"

The prince reentered his friendly nature around his father. "You know, fat? When you get more jiggle than stiff?"

Cold jokingly pushed his son in the shoulder with one hand, but knocked him into the mud. Koola emerged, dripping and dirty.

"I think you need to be stiffer too!" the emperor laughed at his own joke. His amusement came to an abrupt stop when a thick clod of mud slapped into his open mouth. Spluttering and wiping his tongue against his arm, Cold reached for his son, but Koola leapt to his feet. For the next several minutes, a mud war ensued.

"Well, that was fun," the prince mused, scraping what mud he could from his skin. The exposed sun rapidly dried it, changing it from mud into dirt. As it dehydrated, it was easier to remove as flaky dust.

"This better come off my cape," the king warned, flapping it clean. He stood up, dusting himself one last time. "Come on, we gotta keep moving."

Koola sat on the ground for a moment longer. "The more we spent time together, the more I felt comfortable around the old man. It goes against every feeling I've ever had for another intelligent life form, but... father was really starting to grow on me."

"What did you say, son?"

The Icer smirked, rising to his feet. "Nothing, dad. Nothing."

[Bujin]

Bujin had done it. He showed a moment of weakness. Not only did he get sucker-punched from a girl that should have been dead, he asked a couple figments of his imagination for help. When he thought about it, it wasn?t so bad compared to the massive headache he was experiencing at the time. Raising a shaky hand, he reached behind his head and winced as he felt a warm, sticky fluid. Glancing around, he saw that there was more blood seeping to the ground around him. The chick had got him good. Now he just needed to get to his feet so that he could possibly patch himself up somehow.

?Look, Rae, I?m sorry I snapped at you,? Bujin found himself saying aloud as he struggled to his feet. ?But I need your help.?

?fine, Rae whispered. First of all, are you okay?

?Other than a bashed in head and a battered ego, I?m fine,? Bujin sighed, taking heavy steps towards a tree so he could lean on it. Rae giggled softly.

Why the ego? I thought you did pretty well.

?Well?yeah, I didn?t die,? Bujin began, ?However?I fucking shot her in the gut. I shot her, and she should have died there. But noooo ? she had enough strength to bitch slap me from behind. Do you understand that? I got owned by a girl.?

Bujin heard the lower-pitched chuckle of Nancy, as well. He didn?t say anything, but he did enough to let the blue man know that he had come back with his female counterpart. It was at that moment when Bujin became content with his condition. No matter what he did for the time being; no matter how much he wanted to fight it, one fact still remained. He was going insane.

So what?cha going to do now? Rae inquired.

?Gonna try to find Celipa,? Bujin answered as he shifted his weight to the other foot and started to walk towards a new destination, ?I highly doubt she?s been killed yet.?

[Aero]

Gokua took a step forward through the darkness; another step; another step. As he walked all he could think was: If someone?s in here, they?re more fucked than I. I can barely see in sunlight.

His palms began to sweat, and profusely, drowning the spork firmly gripped in his right hand perspiration. He wiped the sweat away in his left palm with his four fingers of his left palm?as best he could. He continued to step further into what appeared to be an abyss.

He took another step. BANG! His shin smashed into some unknown object. Gokua grunted like a wounded animal and brought his left hand down to aid his left shin. He caressed it with his rough warrior hand and then brought it back to his side, taking another step forward. BANG! He ran into a wall; face first. He shoved the spork back into his pocket and felt the wall with both hands, searching for that fucking switch. His hands navigated blindly in opposite directions, making sure that every area had been touched by his rough fingertips. His right index finger gently bumped into something. He felt around it. It was the switch. He flicked it upward.

The room instantly illuminated. Gokua turned around to see where the hell he was. He was in a survival store. Typical muse heads were mounted in ever corner of the store, high up; the wallpaper was of unauthentic logging; the floor was bare wood, shined over hundreds of times to blanket the scuffs and scrapes. About five aisles of shelves with helpful equipment were to his right in a few rows, and to his left was the counter; behind that was a glass shield which protected various firearms.

Fuck yes.

He went to the first aisle of the small store, searching for whatever could be of use. Only a quarter of the way down the aisle or so (Hard to tell actual distances with two fucked up eyes) was an entire section dedicated to flashlights; left to right?small to large. The swordsman removed his backpack and examined the size; it was large enough to carry a medium sized flashlight and still have some room for other equipment. His eyes locked onto the medium flashlights. Randomly, he snatched one from its resting (A BELL flashlight that was yellow with the letters BELL in black) and stuffed it into the large compartment in his backpack. It needed batteries, and luckily, the store carried them; they were on the opposite side of the flashlights. He turned around and grabbed a few packets of DD batteries, shoving them into one of the smaller compartments.

Nothing he required was left in that aisle, so he ventured through the next.

The aisle he entered was the food aisle; it had everything an experienced camper needed?bread, water canteens, canned food for rations, everything. He made haste, grabbing food?mostly canned food?and a few canteens, stuffing them all into his backpack.

There was only one thing left to grab?a firearm. He left the aisle and walked towards the ironwood counter at the front of the store.

The television mounted above the firearm shelves then turned on. The sandpaper scraping sound returned, and the screen was perplexed with random showings of gray, black, and white, in sporadic inconsistency. Gokua ceased, and looked up at the television.

The picture finally came in.

?Welcome, to Fox 45: News at Noon,? a voice said. ?Now, with our anchorman, Snuff McCoy!?

The camera zoomed in on he blurred figure (Since that?s all Gokua could actually visualize) behind an orange counter that curved in the middle.

?Good day universe!? the anchorman said. ?We bring you the latest of Dante?s Abyss.? His voice was enthusiastic, free, deceiving.

The anchorman seemed to have corn colored hair and pallid skin. That?s all the swordsman could make out.

?The host of Dante?s Abyss, Jak Karl, has announced the deaths thus far?Grampa Gohan, Android 15, Warren Peace, Minoshia, Bulma, and Paige.?

Gokua knew none of them.

?Also, he announced the forbidden zones for right now?C-5 and D-8?

C-5. Gokua was on C-5.

Shit! Gokua thought to himself. His eyes darted from left to right?up to down. His facial expression showed fear, panic. He seemed like a drug addict who was told that he was being forced to go cold turkey. He wanted the firearms in the store but there was no time. He needed to fucking move, and fast. He bolted forward to the doorway with incredible speed, almost gliding over the wooden staircase as he escaped, landing on the brutal pavement, rolling a few times before recovering and standing to his feet.

[Jeice]

It had been as Jeice expected, he would kill, and he would watch people be killed. The only thing that surprised him was that it was only the first day and already two people dead, he was sure many more had been killed. His eyes shifted to his remaining crew, the fight had taken its toll on each of them, which worried him being that it was four on one. He quickly turned to look at the path in front of him, trying to prepare himself for another enemy to come out of nowhere.

His opened his hand in front of him and revealed the small seed resting on his palm. The red warrior had never encountered anything like it before so he was unaware of its effects, but he knew if Yamu insisted on giving it to him it would have to have some benefits. He reached his hand around and placed the small seed into his pocket. His hand wandered further around his side to his bag, he quickly reached in and pulled out the mirror shard that he used to stab the Konat. Bloodstained, he was no longer to see the piece of his reflection he was able to prior of the attack.

Now he knew how it felt to stab someone. It was nothing of what he thought it would be. He was able to feel the pain he was causing as he twisted the jagged piece of glass into his opponent. There was a sense of achievement that rested upon his head as he walked, he had done exactly what he said he would do with his weapon, and it worked. His hand pressed against his forehead, slightly touching the bandage, now damp from his blood.

?You think?something like that could happen again?? Paragus asked in low, almost morbid voice.

?Yeah, I know it can. The people that enter this game are the best of the best, so we aren?t on our toes for as long as we are here for?well we won?t make it to the end of the game.? Yamu answered showing no emotion.

It was apparent that their teammates death had a lasting effect on the group, though Jeice only briefly met her he too felt somewhat guilty. Guilty that he wasn?t able to stab that Konat son of a bitch before he was able to kill her, guilty that his other teammates had suffered injuries due to the lack of his capabilities. It clearly wasn?t his fault, but it was how he felt. His hand tightened into a fist, causing the sharp edges of the mirror to poke into his skin.

?Next time?the next person we come across?we aren?t going to give him a chance to kill one of us.? Jeice let out as he was grinding his teeth together.

He knew the only way to survive in this game, let alone win, would be to become ruthless. It was something that happens to everyone when they enter a war. It was the very same reason why he made the decision he made in the last war he was in. Senseless killing, but this time he had a purpose for entering, to see how he paired up against others. These people weren?t innocent bystanders, they were people who willingly signed up to a game to kill or be killed.

?I think that encounter showed us how tough these opponents can be, which will only prepare us for the next one.? Yamu stated as the three continued walking.

[Yamu]

Serenity was a slippery mistress and an even tougher judge. He still felt calm, but confidence was slipping away like sand through a sieve. One opponent at nearly wiped out his entire party, a group now hampered with injuries. They were moving a little slower now, and not just because the terrain was still wet and sucked in their feet with every step. Their morale was down, they had felt invincible and now one of their number was dead.

Yet, Yamu still felt good. Serenity might have taken a valuable asset from his game and someone who was quickly becoming a friend, but It gave him something in return; Retribution. It had been so long since Namek where the treacherous Konet and Metal Koola had nearly killed all of the fighters who volunteered to save Guru from the blue Nameks that rage had almost become common place within him.

The ebony eyed Earthling had found Metal Koola on Earth, and sent him strait to Hell, in the exact same manner that he had just dispatched Minosha with. Yamu could not help but had a flair to the kill, the poetry of dispatching both his rivals in the same manner. The Konat he had never crossed paths with again?until now and a sense of closure overcame the Arlian Guardian, a chapter closed. So much of his heart had been occupied with making sure those who had double crossed him were given their punishment and a fake death was just as painful as a real death, only now he got to wake up and realize who did it to him.

Minosha the Betrayer was out of the game and out of Yamu?s thoughts. Both for good.

?Oh, so I?m the Betrayer?? The short orange hair fighter was floating directly in front of Yamu on the game trail they were following. ?Bulma depended on you?and you let her die.? Yamu sneered and continue to walk, knowing full well his imagination was playing tricks on him. The figment continued to drift next to him down the path mocking him. ?I never told you I was your ally?I never gave you a reason to trust me. But you? You told her you were her friend, you were supposed to protect her, and you failed. Yet?I?m the Betrayer? Take your dramatic fancies and apply them to yourself for once!?

?Shut UP!? Yamu shouted, spittle flying from his lips, as he faced the side of the trail. He swung Kari through the empty air, only hitting a thick limb off a low hanging tree.

Jeice and Paragus both starred, Jeice moved forward first placing a white gloved hand on Yamu?s vein pulsing shoulder. ?Yamu?are you ok??

Yamu sighed, ?Yeah?I am. Bulma dying just shook me a little, that?s all, but we CAN?T just quit can we. I feel like the very air is heavy with tension right now.?

Paragus walked up, his new machine gun balanced on his thigh, ?I think we all took it pretty hard. If someone would just tell a joke or something! I feel like I?m at a funeral.?

No one cared to mention that Bulma?s cremation was almost just that. Instead Yamu flashed a smile. ?I think you are right. What do a gynecologist and a puppy dog have in common?? The other two shrugged, confused. ?They both have wet noses!?

Jeice and Paragus groaned as they continued walking. ?Aw man?that?s terrible. Just?bad.? But they could not suppress the small smile both of them had.

Yamu continued talking as they walked down the trail. Serenity may be a fickle mistress, but he would hold on as long as he can. He refused to be brought down. ?What do a gynecologist and a pizza delivery man have in common??

?Another one?? Jeice asked pushing a limb out of the way as he walked.

?At least guess!? Their voices faded as they proceeded down the path.