[PS] Park

[Burter Jr]

It's an in-door park, but it's still beautiful. Use this to play sports, walk and talk, or just plain hang out.

[Banned Dana]

?Blue forty-two, red sixty-five. Hut, hut.?

Android Thirteen had just entered into some rather large, indoor park, though it?s natural beauty would make you think that you were still outside. There were rather large fields, where various sports were being played. On the field closest to him however, was a game of football. There were some rather bulky men playing the line, in fact they were so large that it looked almost as if there were wearing football pads. Three very tall men were playing wide-receivers, and a single, average sized male was playing quarter-back. On the opposing side of the field, there were eleven decently sized males.

?Head?s up!? Cried one of the men as an oval shaped ball came soaring towards Thirteen.

Catching the ball, the droid smiled. He had played some college football back in the day, half-back was his position, though on occasion he did quarter-back. A few guys yelled out, ?nice catch?, but the QB wasn?t really in the mood, after all, he had already thrown five interceptions, they were down by fourteen, and their running back was injured. Gripping the ball tightly and tossing the rock back to the center, Thirteen jogged over to the ground of huddled men.

?Yo.? Nodded Thirteen as he approached the group. ?Mind if I get in on the game??

The QB?s shirt read ?GUS?, probably his name. Standing up, the man looked over Thirteen and nodded.

?Yeah. I think we could use you as our new half-back, we?re the Bulldogs by the way.? Commanded the leader. ?You ever play football before??

Thirteen nodded.

?A bit.?

Motioning for the machine-hybrid to fall into the huddle, the eleven men discussed their strategy and next two plays. Clapping their hands simultaneously and marching into position, the team got ready to initiate the play. Finding his spot a few yards behind Gus, Thirteen watched the rest of the Bulldogs suddenly shift their formation, sending the defense into a frenzy of fluttering movements and audibles.

Suddenly, the ball was snapped. Thirteen made a fake to the left, then came back hard right. Gus faked a pass to the left, then turned to the right and tossed the ball behind him. Moving as quickly as he could, the droid grabbed the ball from mid-air and tucked it under his left arm. Rushing forward, he had to spin around one of the large linemen, only to narrowly sidestep one of the corner backs. A loud grunt came from right next to him as a linemen put a linebacker onto his rear. Sticking out his arm as a second corner back dove in at him, Thirteen was suddenly hit from behind, knocking him to the ground.

A loud crack was quickly followed by a scream. Scrambling to his feet, Thirteen saw that the defensive nose tackle?s arm was shattered in two different places, probably from the way he had landed, then had been landed on. Helping the large man off of the ground, the machine-hybrid placed him by a tree while three doctors that had been standing by looked over him. Sighing, he made his way back over to Gus, who happened to be getting ready to call the game.

?Without a nose tackle, they can?t play.? Explained the QB.

?In need of a nose tackle, eh.? Boomed a familiar voice from behind. ?The ?Buukin is here.?

OOC: Starting up a game of Football, if you would like to join in, just let me know.

[Kami]

In his new favortie spot in the park, the Namekian hovered a few feet off the ground, gently bobbing up and down in the wind. His keen sense of hearing stretched out across the landscape as he began to prepare himself mentally for the coming challanges. He had been in DA before, and it was never, ever pretty.

The only thing that kept him coming back was the challange of it all. Visions of battles from DAs past flashed in his mind. He recalled fighting a short sayjin with golden hair, and barely making his way out of a crazed game of rock, paper, sisscors. He recalled fighting a teal skinned man who refused to give up, and ultimately stood up to what a tired Kami was able to dish out. There were the victories and defeats, he even let his mind wander to darker moments in the hopes that he might be able to go through them again and stay in better control of his emotions. The Friend or Foe tournament when he was paried with Burter and Bra, two allies whom he had not met before. He remembered the horrible doctor that he killed. He remembered his distain for the games he was forced to play.

He was here on his own terms, to play a game where he already knew the rules. It would not be easy, but as long as he kept his head on, he knows he will do fine. The darker memories faded away as he continued to clear his head and concentrate on the present, leaving the past and future with all their desire to foul him up to wither in non-existance. The pressure is always self manifested, he knows this, and because he knows this he will succeed.

Seemingly without a care in the world to the innocent on looker, a plan was brewing. A strategy full of contingency plans. This time would be different than all the rest.

He cracked a smile which quickly faded back to the steadfast look which he always carried. The breeze kept blowing, gently caressing the grass below.

[Kami]

?I can hardly contain myself, I know I should be deep in thought now? But you have to admit things are going to get a lot more gravity to them, very quickly. Name?s Olibu.? He finished with his hand extended to the namekian.

Kami cracked open an eye to see who was next to him. The guy's name was obviously "Olibu" from what he had said, and seemed like a decent enough fellow. Kami drifted back to the ground and took the hand that was extended to him.

"Name's Kami." The little guy smiled at him. "Have you ever been to one of these tournaments before? You know they're a pretty serious affair."

Olibu scratched his head. "Yes, I understand, but...WOW! This is all so cool!...I mean, I know I should be preping myself...but I'm just so excited!"

Tha Namekian rolled his eyes, Oh to be young again... he thought. He gazed out across the park, spotting more people as they entered. Still more were showing up, not all entering the park, but they were in the building.

"It's really nice of you to talk to me! Have you done this before?" Olibu asked enthusiastically.

"Yes I have actually," Kami said. Olibu's eye's widened, "And I've watched people die at these things too. It's not exactly a friendly game. You should be glad you can't spend half the game as a disembodied head. Not exactly my idea of a good time..." He trailed off.

Olibu was white as a bed sheet. He swallowed hard. Kami saw that he had obviously said something a little more detailed than the fellow wanted to hear and let out a hearty laugh. "Of course, you could always go grab some pretty young thing and tell her you two should go 'hide' somewhere! HAhahaahahahaha!"

Olibu perked right up. "Hahahahaha! Good one!" The two shared a laugh, which was a good way to put off the tension of the emminent events.

[Banned Dana]

?Yo, Gus.? Shouted one of the defensive linemen. ?We?re out, need some sustenance, want to grab a bite with us??

The QB?s eyes shot wide open at the mention of food. Tossing the pigskin to the android, he made haste after his fellow football buddies. Watching as the few men disappeared into the distance, Thirteen spun the ball around in his hands, just then he noticed a rather familiar face. Dropping the ball to about his knees, raising it back up, and dropping back a few steps, he cocked his arm back and tossed the ball through the air. In the distance, a long Namekian was walking around in the park, thinking on it?s beauty, though he had noticed the game.

?Piccolo!? Cried out the humanoid. ?Heads up!?

Slightly confused as to how this butterscotched pigmented man knew his name, the jade warrior glanced upwards, just in time to see the ball zooming in on his location. Raising his hands, the football bounced off of his emerald skin, though he wrapped it up in mid-air. Smirking at the look on Thirteen?s face, Piccolo trotted over to the group of men and tossed it back to the droid. Mildly impressed, Thirteen invited the Namekian into the game, luckily, he accepted the running back position.

Turning towards the rather paunchy Sayajin, Thirteen smiled at his friend. He had the perfect position for the big man, the only question was, did he really want to get chased down by him every single play? Shrugging the thoughts and doubts away, the droid placed his hand on the Sayajin?s shoulder and labeled him as the defensive line?s nose tackle. Turning around, a second familiar face was in the crowd. Whistling in her direction, Thirteen could only hope that she was in the mood for football and not for putting her foot into his balls. Surprisingly, the woman came rushing up in a hurry, her eyes seemed locked on the oval-esk ball in the droids hands. Ripping the pigskin free of the machine?s grasp the woman twirled it around in her hands and shoved it back into Thirteen?s gut.

?Vi, you?ll be wide...? Began Thirteen.

?Shut it droid.? Violet came back quickly. ?I?m linebacker, so deal with it.?

Thirteen smiled, it seemed as if the game was set, until a small Sayajin boy approached the QB. Tugging on his arm, the little man noted that he would like to join in the festivities. Motioning for the little man to play a wide-receiver, he suddenly began to wonder why exactly he had done so. Looking over the shorter Sayajin?s opponent, the size difference was great. The corner back must have reached to about six foot nine and the little man could barely see above his waist, it was going to be a difficult one, but Thirteen figured the he had the right play for the match up.

Motioning for his offense to get ready, Thirteen found his place behind the center. Reaching down, the droid centered himself, getting ready for the snap. Keeping his eyes darting throughout the entire defense, he prepared for the inevitable snap. Suddenly, Panbuukin shifted on the line, moving slightly to the left. Keeping his gaze planted firmly amongst the line, when someone moved behind the paunchy Sayajin. Glancing up, he spotted the purple hazed woman with a big grin on her face, obviously these two had something planned, but little did they know, he did too and this brought a smirk to his face.

Sending Piccolo on a motion to the left, the Namekian hopped a few times sideways, centering himself behind the tight end. Goku Jr., over in the wide-receive slot, suddenly jerked hard to the right, running out a few more paces. Thirteen looked straight forward and readied for the snap.

?Hut, hut.? Cried out the droid. ?HIKE!?

The ball was snapped between the centers?s legs, bring the ball directly into the android?s hands. Taking a firm grip on the ball and dropping back three steps, he fired the projectile outward, hitting Goku Jr in his hands. The little Sayajin somehow managed to spin out of the corner backs path and began to run around the line, making his way toward Piccolo.

Moving as quickly as he could, Thirteen managed to sneak past the line of scrimmage and out into the outfield, for a brief moment, he was wide open and luckily, Goku Jr didn?t miss the play. Bending over, Piccolo dropped to his knees, allowing the little Sayajin to jump onto his back. As soon as the little man?s feet touched flesh, the Namekian launched the tiny guy into the air. Cocking his arm back hard and unleashing a deep pass, the pigskin ball was released into the air.

Smiling as he went up and out for the ball, Thirteen knew that he had this one in the bag, until a rather large Sayajin appeared out of no where, only a few feet behind him. Twisting his body, the droid caught the ball in mid-air, a position all receivers fear and all defensive men love. With the ball in his hands, he began to quick journey back to the ground, unfortunately it wasn?t the way he had expected.

Violet appeared in front of the paunchy Sayajin rather quickly and clipped the droids feet, sending him into a flip. Trying his best to twist his way out of the crash, his attempts were foiled as Panbuukin came crashing down upon him, driving him back first into the ground. There was a huge quake following the hit, but it ended just as quickly as it came.

Peeling himself off of the downed Android, Panbuukin smiled and offered his hand to the tackled QB. A look of pure horror was spread across Thirteen?s face and he denied the hand. Suddenly, Violet ran up next to Panbuukin and slapped him a high five.

?That?s what we call a Viukin.? Spoke the woman ecstatically, kicking dirt on top of the droid as he tried to stand up. ?You just got knocked the hell out, boyyyyy.?

Laughing all the way back to the huddle, the human/Sayajin duo mocked the hit over and over. A jade hand suddenly shot through the air, offering him a hand, one of which he took.

?Fine.? Spoke Thirteen shaking off the dirt. ?If that?s the way they want to play...?

OOC: Anyone is welcome to run a full play if they so choose.

[Old Captain Silver]

Silver sat under a huge ass oak tree in an indoor park with the love of his life, Cara. The human had just recently signed up for some type of contest called Dante's Abyss and he had no idea what he was getting into. A scythe and a chain lay to the right of the orange haired man. They were the legendary weapons the man had just taken a hold of. Koorsala was the scythe and Vole was the chain. It was all Jyuken knew about those specific weapons.

Shifting his attention to his fianc?, Silver gave a sigh of relief. The two were finally free of the Organization for a little bit and it felt good. The pair could finally enjoy each others company without worrying about a sharp object interrupting it. Silver stroked the sleeping Cara's long brown hair. Then, carefully as to not disturb the female, the orange haired man got up and laid Cara against the tall oak.

Picking up a pair of white gloves, Silver slid them on his hands and then put on his black trench coat. Taking a hold of Koorsala and Vole, the human male started to walk around the interesting park. Silver absolutely loved nature and it amazed him that this place was indoors.

Stop daydreaming would ya, Jyuken cut into Silver's thoughts. You gotta find carriers for those weapons, so get to it.

Would you shut up? Silver replied. It?s hard enough to think without you seeing every fucking thing. You want me to kick your bodiless ass?

Jyuken did not reply to this statement for he did not have to. The orange haired human continued to walk around, finding different paths to take. He noticed several people staring at his weird clothe choice, but Silver did not care. One look at his unique silver eyes put an end to staring and a start to people leaving very quickly.

Soon he walked by a football game that was being played, but of course Silver paid no attention to that as well. The orange haired man stopped at another tree and leaned back against it, taking in the sounds of birds and insects. It was a peace that Silver had been looking for.

"There you are," came Cara's voice. Silver turned his head to see his fianc? walking down the path he had just taken. "Whatcha doing?"

"I need to get rid of these weapons," the orange haired male replied. "They're a pain to look after."

Silver leaned over and kissed the brunette and then started to walk again.

Where the hell is someone worthy? he asked himself.

No idea, Jyuken replied.

What the hell? Silver mind screamed. Stop looking at the thoughts I don't want you to, you old bastard.

Hey, I resent that buddy, the ninja said.

Screw you, was the last thought the silver eyed human had before stopping at another tree. This time however, he decided to climb up it and sat in a crook of branches. He finally was able to enjoy himself.

OOC: Those who wish to meet Silver and Cara, go right ahead. There are a few main people who need to and they know who they are. If you wish to meet me or Cara, IM or PM me.

[Uno]

?Hmmm...Maybe coming here was a bad idea. This place is too peaceful, too calm.? The changeling rose from the grass on the hill and looked out on the still continuing football game. He decided not to play; his tail was too much of a handicap for himself, and he didn?t like to play like that. He also didn?t try talking to anyone just yet. If he looked like he was desperate to win, someone stronger could use Koola to help himself survive instead. No. Better to stay alone for now.

He had heard from that board that they will be having some sort of picnic to meet and greet everybody in the park. But that would be a while from now, so he figured that he might as well take a walk. Looking at some stiff competitors this go, he was just hoping to make the cut. That?s when he noticed a figure in a nearby tree, siting on the branches. Some human, with a strange tattoo on his right arm. Below the him was another human, stroking her ring-finger, and something shiny sparkled. ?So...They?re married, huh? Well, don?t they make a cute couple. They remind me of...? Koola stopped himself before opening up old wounds.

Oh, what the hell! The changeling approached the two humans, walking wearily at first, then with greater speed. The woman looked up and made a small gasp. That triggered the man to jump down and, magically, pull out a bo-staff from, what seemed to be, his weird tattoo. Koola put his hands up, signaling peace. ?Hey! Settle down, tiger! I didn?t come to kill you, just to meet you.?

The man struggled with the thought for awhile, but soon put the bo-staff away and instead offered a hand. ?My apologies, I?m Silver, and this is my fianc?, Cara.?

The blue alien also offered his hand. ?I?m Koola, nice to meet the both of you.?

ooc: Finally met my leader IC.

[Spencinator]

"Uh, actually I'm going to go you guys. Adios Violet and 13, I'm outtie."
'Buukin turned his back to them and high tailed it out the park, his beefy hand jammed in his pocket.

Both 13 and Violet both looked at each other with confused looks etched on there faces.
"What do you think fatass is up too?" asked Violet quizzicly.
Thirteen just shrugged his broad shoulders. "Beats me, I hardly ever know what's going on in that guy's head, trying to figure out whats going on in that warped mind of his, is like trying to figure out how many grains of sand are on a beach, it's almost impossible."

Violet pondered this for a few mere seconds, then began strolling in the direction of 'Buukin and away from the white haired wonder. "Hey, where you going? We have a football match to finish!" spoke 13, curious as to what the purple haired lass was up to.

Vi stopped briefly, and turned her head slighty in the direction of the artificial being.
"Not that it's any of your fucking buisness, but I'm going to see what chubby lumpkins is doing, besides, I can wail on your ass in football later." With that, she continued her stroll out of the park.

13 stared at the leather ball held tightly in the palm of his sweaty hand. With most of the players gone, it wouldn't be very enjoyable to play football. So he decided he'd be better off seeing what his hefty compadre was up to.

"Yo guys, I'm going to head off, you can play with the football if ya want to." With that, 13 tossed the ball over his right shoulder, and the ball fell on the grassy field with a soft 'thump', and took of too follow the little she devil known as Violet.


OCC: I'll be in the Lobby guys.

[Belle Hibiki]

After being shot into tiny kibblet sized pieces of pink puttalin, Kid Buu was glad for a little peace and quiet. The indoor park, although not quite as natural as any forest one could find on earth, nevertheless gave off the same aura of comfort and reality. Buu didn't doubt for a second that men had set the plants in place, but the quality of golden light that steadily filtered in through the verdant canopy overhead made him believe, if but for a moment, that he was stumbling unsteadily through the Garden of Eden.

He had worried about lighting up in such a public area, but the park seemed to be as devoid of conventional rules as the long entrance hall he had previously visited. The majin child raised his fresh cigarette, holding it in his lips as he scanned the foliage. He left a fine sprinkle of ashes behind with a flick of his fingers as he wandered, drifting lazily down a half-formed path with a gentle breeze at his back. He heard voices in the distance and angled his footsteps in their direction, curious as to what the other contestants might be getting up to. In fact, he considered, he might even meet a member of his long seperated from group of warriors.

The field that he emerged on to was just as green and pleasantly floral as the rest of the park, although a large area had been leveled out and cleared of obstructing shrubbery for the singular purpose of providing a field for games to be played. Buu watched the men and women that were already gathered moving to and fro, his night-black eyes with its crimson rings peering closely at each face. He didn't recognize most of them, but he made a mental note of their distinguishing features, trying to guess whether or not they might be entering the tournament as he scanned the area.

Among the small children and hugely tall monsters big enough to match NFL linebackers, three people in particular caught his interest. "Hm?" he reflexively murmured. He blew out a small stream of smoke. There she is.

He didn't know the two men who were talking to Violet, but they seemed to be friendly enough. Buu wasn't worried whether or not they would receive him poorly; no, what he really was trying to determine was if Violet was in a good enough mood to forgive his slap of her ass after their match in the tournament months ago. Across the grass, over the field, the pink majin strolled idly towards the trio just as they began to part their ways, splitting apart and then slipping back together like a school of colorful fish in front of his eyes.

He decided to risk it. "Hey! Hey, Violet!" he called, raising one of his four-fingered hands to wave semi-enthusiastically at the woman's back. She twitched and then turned, her eyes hard and her mouth open in preparation of firing a blistering salvo from her tongue. As her eyes found his, however, all sound seemed to cork up within her. The woman's expression outshone the puzzlement of her compatriots by several orders of magnitude, flickering between astonishment, suspicion, happiness, and sadness with the fluidity and speed of mercury.

"Kid Buu?" she finally asked, pronouncing the first word hesitantly.

Buu suddenly understood. "Oh, OH!" He nodded and snapped his fingers, flicking the cigarette into the grass, trying to look apologetic. "Sorry, I guess it is a bit of a shock."

"You can talk?" Violet asked with incredulity, settling on that emotion for the moment

"Yes and no," Buu admited. He positioned himself just inside of the immediate striking range of her fist, offering a small hand up to shake. "I'll be happy to tell you about it all, but maybe in a bit. Say over lunch? I'm so hungry right now that I could eat that guy-" he jerked his head towards Panbuukin "-and still have room for leftovers.

"What do you say?"

[Kirano]

?Humans,? spoke the green fighter. ?I wish to form an alliance with you. My name is Retane!? spoke the hooded namekian. Bulma peaked under his hood, to see his antenna. She knew it but she just wanted to make sure he was. ?So you?re a namekian then?? she asked him.

?Yes I am. So you know a bit about my race then.?

?I?m aware that your planet is surrounded by 3 suns which orbit your planet, therefore you guys never have night. I also know that you nameks are of no gender. Neither male nor females. Correct me if I have made a judgemental error.? Retane was very surprised. She didn?t seem to look very intelligent but she just proved her great knowledge about his race. Retane was very impressed with her level of accuracy. It seemed he had greatly underestimated her. ?You are correct lady. One hundred percent correct!?

?Good, I am a scientist by the way guys, so I?ve undergone research on many races. Nappa that tail behind you.? The saiyan spun his head around to peak at his tail. ?Yeah what about it? he replied. ?If I squeeze your tail would it hurt? I understand that a saiyan?s weakness can lie within his tail. Who knows, I may be wrong. Maybe you?ve trained your tail and squeezing it would have no effect on it whatsoever.? Nappa?s mouth fell open in shock. She seemed witless to him, but there she was yapping on about her great knowledge for his race.

Wow, she?s pretty damn good!

?Well Nappa is your tail trained or not??

?Er?erm yes!? Bulma held onto his tail just to make sure he wasn?t bluffing. He stood still silently as he watched his tail being tugged. ?See, no pain!?

?Very well saiyan. What a barbaric bunch you are! I own two of em, and I can tell you that it was hard work raising my offspring. One of em isn?t even grown yet. At least the last time I saw her. Not to mention I married the prince of your race! I too was once a saiyan but it?s a long story, yada yada!? She caught the oval shaped leather football without even looking at it. ?Wow, impressive? said a guy as he stared at the ball in her hand. ?Miss can I just say what a top notch receiver you are! How can you catch the ball without looking at it??

?It?s called talent!? she replied.

?Come and join us. We need talent like yours. You can be the right wide receiver for the bulldogs!? The cyan haired woman observed the field of play. It seemed to consist of bulky men and one woman, just one purple haired woman who wasn't spectacular to her. The players all seemed to be staring at the object which he had in her hand. ?Oh you guys want your balls, I mean ball back. She gave the ball a might throw, putting some spin on it, as she watched as it levitated through the air. The other receiver caught hold of the ball, but the force that Bulma had put behind her throw was too much for the bulky man to handle. The ball seemed to have forced the man out of the field of play. He crashed into a park bench. ?Oops, sometimes I don?t realise my own strength!? she said.

?You got the best damn throw I?ve seen, amazing!?

?As much I would be of help to you guys, I don?t want to get dirty, no thanks.?

[Violet]

?Uh?? Violet, who had originally thought she was going to go have fun with Jabba the Hutt, suddenly had a change of heart. The small majin was here, something she wasn?t expecting. Always nice for surprises, wasn?t it? She thought, trudging through the ankle deep grass over to the short, pink being. His physique was that of a child, but Violet knew better, even though her experiences with him wasn?t extensive, she had an idea about him that was far from child-like.

The thing that surprised her, was that the kid was smoking. Smoking! Him! What does a bio magical construct need nicotine for anyway? Weren?t they already souped up enough? Oh, Kami?she thought. This kid sure has changed since she saw him last. It?s amazing what a few months will do. ?I guess we can?? She threw a glance over her shoulder. Thirteen had stopped following her, and instead, continued to go after Panbuukin. Good for him. Not like she wanted to hang around that fucktard all day anyway. Not without killing him, that is. Killing sounded nice.

?Splendid!? Buu replied, a paunchy smile spreading across his thin lips. His black, red rimmed eyes seemed to sparkle in amusement as they raked over her form, and Violet had thought she noticed something far different, something deeper in his expression than the boy let on. As if him speaking was any indication that something was indeed changed about him, let?s go and throw in the humor of a forty year old man, shall we?

Taking in his hand another cigarette pulled from no where (She hadn?t even bothered to pay attention), Kid placed it between his lips, lighting the end with a flicker of ki from his fingertip, and took a slow drag of smoke, expelling it through the corner of his mouth. Maybe he watched too many James Dean movies.

The Majin moved up beside her, draping one arm around her waist, since he couldn?t reach her shoulders, and motioned her towards a building not too far off. The sign read simply ?Restaurant? in bright, white painted letters on the wood panel. Below it, "Bar" had been scribbled in smaller letters. Oh, joy. Here we go again.


OOC: KB and Vi are headed to the restarant.

[Android-18]

She ignored the faces and the figures. Her head bowed and her eyes roaming from left to right. The mutter and chatter of voices was all around her, but not a word could be recognized. Her mind was hardly trying to decipher their conversations. She ducked around one corner and then headed straight through a crowd of men and women alike. Her quick nimble feet carried her further from the arrival spot and hopefully to somewhere peaceful. She had seen a map that had labeled all the areas that could be visited. Anywhere there was food, she dare not visit. She knew familiar faces would arrive, and she felt no rush in meeting them.

Leaves drifted softly to the ground. They were like feathers from a dying angle, they simply wept away. The grass could be artificial, but it smelt as fresh as if rain had caressed it recently. The android strolled into the in-doors park with her head slightly lifted, no longer staring toward the sterile floor. Now her crystalline eyes took in the blossoms and leaves, the towering trees and flourishing bushes. There was much life here, but of course, it was not as real as the natural Earth she knew. These things were man made; they were created through the gentle care of the bipedal beings that roamed this station. She could not help but reach out and lightly touch a blooming flower. The pink petal was almost translucent, and it was soft between the tips of her fingers. She stared at the beautiful creation, man made, something she could?connect with.

A shout broke her concentration. Her keen eyes could easily make out a glorious field beyond the shade of the trees. People played there, but she had no desire to join them. She went the opposite way and ventured further into the park. It was in her hopes that this beautiful area would have a place to simply rest in its peace for a time. No games and no open areas; a secluded haven just for her. She did find a suitable place, it was simply more brushes but with a tree that bore white blossoms. She crawled along the stiff grass. It tickled her ankles and arms. She slid against the tree and got into a comfortable sitting position. Her head leaned back and she closed her eyes. With knees drawn she held them close. It was much like her ship. It was quite, calm, and the solitude was as welcome as could be.

[Uno]

?There?s a friend of mine that said he was supposed to come, but I can?t see him. He once saved my life, you know.?

?Really?!? Who is he??

?A Namek, It would be great if we could meet again. Hey, Bujin! Did I tell you how I revived him when he possessed me??

Silver and Bujin were enjoying a delightful chat together, seeming to get along great. Cara, Silver?s soon-to-be-wife was cuddling near the human, enjoying every minute that he speaks. Such love and caring, something he will never want to experience again. Koola wasn?t in the conversation, seeing those two together was enough to make him sick.

The changeling stared out onto the beautiful atmosphere of the park. In a way, it was sad that he would have to leave this wonderful place, but to fight was even better. Nothing pleased him more than a quiet, relaxing place where he could think and not be disturbed by anyone. Though this wasn?t a place for that.

?Koola! Why don?t you come over here and talk. You?ve been so quiet recently, what?s wrong?? It was Silver.

?N-Nothing, I?m fine. Just...I?m quiet sometimes...? He was lying. He loves to below and laugh, and normally tries to be the main event. But now, with them both, it pains him to get too close. Now, on the other hand, he got up and joined the party, siting across from the orange haired human.

?Oh, by the way. I wanted to see something. Maybe...they could help...they seem nice...I didn?t ask you...I?m sure the both of them will make fine hosts...but we could give them a chance...you don?t decide for them, they chose...then it?s settled!? Silver was acting strangely, as if he had an imaginary friend or something. Realizing he said all that aloud, he blushed. Then he carefully pulled out two weapons of similar stile of craftsmanship. A scythe and a chain. ?Grab onto these, I want to see if they accept you. Go on, take them!?

Both Koola and Bujin nodded, and accepted the gifts from their new ally.

[Retane]

The trio left the picnic area, noting that it had been a waste, seeing as how they didn't get to meet people. Retane fidgeted with his hood pulling it lower, in hopes for more shade, as they entered near the center of the park.Bulma noticed this and exzpressed it openly, with her megaphone she called a mouth, "Why don't you take that thing off!?"

"Because I hate the light." Simple and blunt was his answer, but anyone noticing would have hinted at his slight annoyance at her qindulging herself into his personal business. The blue haired human though, seemed to be oblivious to said annoyance.

"Hate the light? Are you serious!? Stop playing games and take off your hood so we can see your face instead of hiding it. The mercenary knew he couldn't argue and cast Napa a glance who shrugged innocently. Knowing that he'd rather get it done and over with then her the females trap keep yappin', he obliged. He whisped the hood back and squionted his eyes as they did their best to adjust.

"See thats better", stated Bulma in triumph as she looked the namek's face over.

The namekian was about to pull his hood back up just to piss off the human but paused as the lights nearly went out, then came on again with an extra surge of power, making the place four times as bright for a split second.

With the hood removed, his eyes took the rays of the artifical sun light full forced. It was way more then he could handle. His knees gave out as he reached his hands up to shield his eyes from the light, but it was to late, the damage was done. Even with his eyes shut it was as if he could see the bright lights still. His eyes had always been shaded, and he couldeven withstand the light of a sun after a few moments of adjustment, but with the electrical glitch dimming the lights and then increasing it's intensity like that, though only for a second, while his hood was lowered it was pure and utter torment.

He screamed in agony as the pain flooded his body while he kneeled down on the ground, almost like a scared child. Actually those around him thought that was exactly what he was. A paranoid namek scared of a light problem. Some even laughed. The laughing rang in his ears, as tears found their way out of his tightly clenched eyes.

He heard mocking voices, though he didn't know from where, thhe could have even imagined them. But he slipped from a controlled conscienceness to a state where he couldn't control himself. All that could fight the pain was anger.Retane's hands shakingly moved from his closed eyes to atop his head then slammed into the ground as he let out another scream of pain!

"STOP LAUGHING! GOD DAMIT! STOP IT", bellowed the namekian as he struggled through the pain.

Somehow, Retane's waist erected his upper body. Tears streaked his, scruntched up face! The laughing still rang in his ears and the excrutiating pain did not cease.

"FINE", roared the the enraged namekain. His hand shot up as energy began to form. A simple orb shot up from his hand and launched into the air, pausing as it seemed to want to come back down. No one could have guessed what would happen next.

The ball of energy exploded in an extrubulent flash of light. Those that had their attention drawn to the namekian watched the orb erput. The next they knew, they felt a wave of pain rush into their eyes. The burning pain wasn't half as bad as the mercenary's, but it was enough to let them know what he might have been feeling. Now temporarily blinded, no one laughed, just let their pain be known as well.

Retane, was oblivious to what he had just done and still concentrated on his own pain, which had began to slowly releases its grasp of wrath from his eyes. Though, it was still to much, the namekian collapsed as he slipped into the peace of unconscienceness.

(OOC: I had the idea Okay'd by BJ. It's a Solar Blast with effects similair to Solar Flare. Those that saw it, are temp blind for a few seconds or minutes or whatever. Retane passed out. Wake him up if you want to Napa or Bulma.)

[Jewtastic]

The ninja sat calm picking up a drumstick from his plate. He took a small bite and placed it down. It was dry, to dry for his liking. He reached out his left arm and gripped his hand around his drink. The cool lemonade washed down his throat, giving him a false sense of relief. He took another sip, and then another, there was a bit to much sugar within the drink, and it didn?t nearly quench his thirst like he had hopped. He picked up his fork and dug into the creamed corn that was oozing upon his plate. He had placed it to the left side of his paper platter but it was slowly moving its way across the middle and mixing in with the juices from the steak. He took a bit its slime running down his throat as he swallowed. He placed the fork down with the end hanging over the edge of the plate and reluctantly went back to the chicken. He liked poultry most of all but this just didn?t taste right, damn artificial game.

?So Murasaki, what do you think of our competition thus far?? The blond haired fighter asked as he sat back down into his seat. He picked up his knife and fork and began to have at it with the steak. The ninja shrugged before answering.

?Well, you are the first person I met, however surveying some of the competition it seems as though I have once again going up shits creek with a toothpick.? He chuckled to himself for a moment before continuing.

?Granted I cant tell which warriors are powerful and which are not, however knowing myself, I like to bite off more then I can chew.?

The fair-haired haired combatant looked up, a rather large cut of prime rib sticking out between his lips. He was the literal to Murasaki?s metaphorical. They continued to eat, a breeze picking up ruffling the nice tablecloths on the shabby wooden tables. It died down just a quickly as it had started. The plastic seats that the Syntex Company had supplied the park with were rather uncomfortable, leaving what seemed like a welt upon the rump of Murasaki as he rose. He walked his plate over to the trash receptacle and walked back to the table. He turned to his newly acquired friend and smiled?which was hard at first; the ninja didn?t usually make such facial expressions.

?While it was a pleasure to meet you good sir I must be off. To tell you the truth I am kind of a loner, never one to truly make friends, however I must admit, you seem to be the closet I have made in a while. Good day, I hope to see you when all this is said and done with.?

With that the dark-clad figure took off, not walking towards the lobby but rather away, deeper into this artificial park. The dome hung high over head; the artificial sun was in the west, setting, just in time for the synthetic night. The grass was a marvelous green, a color he hadn?t seen in quite some time. The sword that lay upon his back bounced as he walked towards a large oak tree. With a little ease he pounced off the trunk and grabbed tightly to a branch above head. With his momentum still on his side Murasaki swung his body upwards, his right leg hooking around the tree his body pulling itself up. He sat there high up on his perch, watching, waiting and listening. The cool breeze returned, ruffling through the leaves sending goose bumps to the skin of Murasaki. He was at peace here, alone, unbothered.

[Kirano]

It was only when the namek began acting hysterical that Bulma had realised why he had kept his hood on the whole time. For some reason, only he seemed effected by the artificial sun. Bulma felt guilty for asking him to take off his hood, but how was she to know that this was going to happen? The namekian began screaming in pain. People around began laughing and mocking the namek. Bulma covered her mouth as she tried to keep her snickering as low as possible. She found it hilarious, the way he went to ground. ?Namek get up off the ground? shouted Bulma. ?You are making a fool out of yourself.? Even with eyes closed, he still felt the after effects of the sun.

?STOP LAUGHING! GOD DAMIT! STOP IT? bellowed the namekian as he struggled through the pain. Tears began to roll down his face, from his eyes. It was only then that Bulma felt sorry for him. ?I don?t think it?s funny anymore? she told the rest. They ignored her and continued to mock him. Some began pointing at him as they continued to laugh at him. ?What a jerk!? called out someone to the namekian.

?Fine? he roared. His hand shot up in the air as he began to build up energy. Bulma got into a fighting stance, prepared to defend herself, not knowing what he was capable of doing in his current state of mind. Nappa put his hand on the woman, and began shaking his head as a sign of saying, no don?t do it! ?I?m not doing anything! She replied.

A simple orb shot up from his hand and launched into the air, pausing as it seemed to want to come back down. Bulma could sense that he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. ?Come on namek CONTROL YOURSELF? she shouted. ?A true warrior always keeps his or her emotions in check!? Bulma?s words had felt to sink into him. The ball exploded into a flash of light. Those that had their attention drawn to the namekian watched the orb erupt. Their eyes took in the light from the attack. Bulma could feel the burning pain in her eyes as she let out a little scream of pain. Everyone who had absorbed the light were temporally blinded. No one was laughing anymore. They all began feeling the pain, just as well as Bulma did.

[Kirano]

A raged Retane dashed forward only to be restrained by the female earthling. She held him in a vice grip. ?Let go off me!? roared the namek.

?You?re a fool! Fine I will let you go. Go ahead and get yourself disqualified.? Bulma released her hold, waiting for his reaction. She was hoping that he would listen to her wise advice. She wasn?t expecting him to make another stupid move. ?Or would you like to try your little sun light technique once more?? she continued. He clenched his fist and still continued to grit his teeth with his head down. He turned back to Bulma. She could see the anger in his eyes but was not the least bit intimidated. Nappa tried to come in between the two but the woman put her hand on his chest, as a way of telling him to back off.? This is all my fault!? said Bulma. ?I was the one who told you to take off your hood in the first place.? She spread out her arms. ?Go ahead, hit me!? she said leaving herself open for him to strike her. ?I won?t hit you back I promise, scouts honour. I caused this whole mess, so go ahead and solve the problem. Come on hit me!?

Retane brought his fist towards her cheek. His hands began to tremble, trying to find the will power to stop himself. ?Why aren?t you going to hit me Retane? I?m open!? The namek dropped his fist, back to his sides and turned away from her. She put her hand on his shoulder. ?I would never do anything to intentionally piss you off. If you?re mad with me I apologize kay,? she said as she smiled at him.

[Retane]

"I would never do anything to intentionally piss you off. If you're mad with mr I apologize 'kay?"

The namekian mind raced in confusion still. Never had he felt such pain, nor had such an incident occur. His memory of the previous event were blurry, but he remembered exactly what had happened. As he looked on, his anger not subsiding, and vengence for the suffering still on the edge of his thought, Retane was not ready to accept any apology from anyone.

"Whatever", came the growled reply through clenched teeth.

The mercenaryt looked on in the direction that the football had come from. His vision was still not fully focused, so he couldn't clearly see far distance. His gaze drifted to the brown three dimensional oval. One could assume that it was for enjoyment if they had caught glance of the ball being lugged into the air for another to catch. And that was the green-skinned humanoid's thought.

"Let's see if you like this", muttered the fighter under his breath as he shot a blast of ki at the inanimate pig skin. The football became ash as itt disentagrated, leaving a charred spot where it once lay.

"Feel better", questioned the human.

"A little bit", was the answer as some of the anger subsided from the warriors initial thoughts. A simple smirk appeared on his face, wich i turn brough the two allies to a smile and soft laugh as well.

Through the excitement though, the namek had forgotten one of his inital purposes. "Can someone better explain this tournament to me?"

[Old Captain Silver]

It had been hours since Silver had met the robot Nezi and the human had given Koorsala and Vole to Koola and Bujin respectively. Now the changeling the green thing lay on the grass exhausted from the shock of getting the tattoos. Koola had a nice long one on his breast plate while Bujin had the bad end of the deal. Vole's tattoo embedded itself onto the green man's face.

Poor sap, Jyuken said in Silver's mind.

Did I say you can speak? Silver said back in a sinister tone. You took over my body without permission you asshole, and you made me look like a pansy to boot!

Silver was of course referring back to point where he and Bujin were talking about how the orange haired human had been possessed by a namek. Silver hated talking about his past. Then to top it all off, Jyuken screwed up and talked to Silver out loud and then deliberately gave Koola and Bujin the weapons without his carrier?s permission.

I'm on the verge of killing myself just to get rid of you, Silver spoke again. Though what surprises me is that they didn't notice the eye change.

"Silver," came the metallic voice of the crimson robot Nezi. Silver turned around and laid his unique eyes on the speaker. "What is the name of this faction?"

Silver stared at the robot, and then took a sweep at the others. They all looked up to, with the exception of the towering Nezi. In truth, the orange haired human had no idea what to call their "faction" as Nezi called it.

If I may cut in, Jyuken spoke again in his carriers mind.

What do you have in mind? Silver replied. Ye old fag.

I'm going to ignore that, the ninja said causing Silver to smirk. How about, Frozen Darkness?

Silver said the name to the group of strange fighters, but the human did not bother to mention where it had come from. First Koola nodded, then Bujin, and finally, after some thinking, Nezi agreed as well.

"Now that it?s final," the orange haired male said. "What say we play a little game of catch?" Saying no more and not even waiting for a reply, Silver shot into the trees, bounding from branch to branch. Soon he was out of sight. Koola got up and looked around.

"Me and Bujin will take to the trees," he said, making sure the others heard. "You get the ground Nezi." With that, the three shot forward in order to catch their leader and forgot all about Silver's fianc? in the process.

OOC: Hope I RPed you guys ok. Whoever wants to post next can. Any other PC want to meet or Silver, just PM or IM meh.

[Kirano]

?Can someone better explain this tournament to me?? asked the green Namek. Before the woman was able to say anything, she was cut off by the broad saiyan. ?You signed up which brought you here, to the station.? He wasn?t making any sense, but Bulma let him continue to explain. She found his speech rather amusing. ?There are many more fighters here than us, so you have seen. From each of the people here, forty-four will be chosen to play the real game; Dante's Abyss. Some sicko is choosing, but that's a different topic. Whoever is chosen will be teleported to a small island.? A small tear glistened in Nappa's eye and he smiled, thinking about his next sentence. ?On the island we fight, to the death if need be, until one remains. That person is the winner and sole survivor.? Nappa seemed exited just by talking, Bulma on the other hand wasn?t. She had no idea that this was what Dante?s Abyss was all about. They explained to her that they would be taken to a planet named Dante, where 44 contestants would be chosen, until there was one winner. She was certain that nobody explained anything to her about dying, or having to kill people to survive. She had expected it to be like any other tournament. You beat your opponent then you go on to the next round, but killing people, what kind of game is that?

?You mean I may have the chance to kill her?? said the namekian in a joyful tone of voice.

?You mean we must take ones life in order to win?? wondered the woman.

?Yeah, but it?s only temporarily. After you die you will immediately be brought back to life again!? said the saiyan.

?You just don?t get it do you! I?m not like any of you. I have never taken anyone?s life before! I?m pure I?I? Bulma tried to continue to speak but no words could come out of her mouth. ?Look at it this way; you?re only temporarily taking someone?s life. It?s not like they won?t be brought back to life.? Bulma folded her arms with her head down facing the ground, while she began to ponder. Her thoughts were cut off by a conversation by two saiyan?s as they walked right past her. ?Was that the Prince of all saiyan?s we just saw walk into the restaurant??

?Yeah? replied the shorter one.

?I can?t believe he?s here. Man now we got good competition.? Bulma?s head shot up faster than a King Cobra?s reflexes. ?Hey you two there, come for a sec.? The two saiyans made their way over to her. ?Did I just hear you say the Prince of all saiyan?s is here??

?Yeah, we saw him enter the restaurant, why?d you ask??

?Never mind, thanks for the info!? Bulma sprinted off towards the building.

"Bulma where are you going?" asked Nappa. Bulma entered the building, oblivious to what he had said.