Area B: Day Six

[Reijin]

Area B is controlled by Raditzu

Day Six will end on Wednesday, February 16th.

[Bra]

Pan's head recoiled from the shock of the Super Saiya-jin's fist colliding with her cheek. Her balance was thrown and she staggered to the side, becoming a prime target for Bra's next blow. With a wide smirk upon her face, Bra launched the opposite fist towards Pan's face. Somehow though, by some unbeknownst and unexplainable anomaly, Bra missed her target, hitting nothing but pleasant spring air. Her own balance fell, and she had to leap into the air to prevent herself from tumbling over her own feet. She looked back and saw grass, dirt, blue skies, but no Pan.

"Damn..." she softly cursed, extending her sixth sense as far as she could. But in the end, both her own heightened awareness and the assistance of the scouter she just put on failed her. Pan had literally vanished.

And I woulda won, too.

The girl frowned as she allowed for her razor-like golden locks to fall softly against her back, returning to their typical cyan coloration. Bra slowly drifted across the aftermath of Kami's last stand, heading toward the remnants of her small group of friends.

"Hey." she dejectedly greeted as she made it to the hill where 16 and Bulma stood, "Where'd Paragus go?"

"Uh, well, he sort of... vanished." Bulma explained, "I have no idea what happened."

"Pan did that, too." Bra replied.

"Pan?" her mother inquired.

"Yeah, she interfered with my and Kami's fight with this other guy. She killed Kami." the cyan-haired girl elaborated.

"Oh..." 16 began, but witheld his speech.

"I'm sorry, Bra." Bulma said in carefully softened tones. A reply did not issue. Instead, the trio took to the air, flying over the rolling hills.

"Hey, I'm not feeling good. There's a bunker over there, why not just go on without me?" Bulma suddenly declared.

"But... mom, are you sure?" Bra replied with genuine concern. Her piercing blue eyes locked with Bulma's as she awaited the response.

"Yeah."

"Well, make sure to turn on the turrets, then."

"I will. Take care of my daughter, Sixteen." Bulma ordered, breaking off from the group and swooping down upon the northern bunker of Area B. The halfling and the android, alone now, changed direction and blasted off into the alien horizon.

"Now what?" the cyan-haired girl asked.

"What? I don't know. We could just fly around and kill people. Seems to be the point of this tournament." 16 answered, "Besides, I've barely gotten to do anything so far."

"Oh, shit. It's getting cold again. We must be heading for that stupid frozen wasteland." Bra whined, pressing her arms stiffly against her chest. She grasped her upper arms tightly, as though hurting herself would take the cold away, but it was all for naught as they hurdled further and further into the biting cold of the region.

OOC: Entering Area A.