Day One: Evening

[Burter Jr]

Day One
6:00 PM - Midnight

"Good evening, everyone! It's 6 PM! The sun is falling, night is among us!

A great six hours, if I can say so! Lots of gore! I love it!

#17 Yajirobe
#30 Puar
#32 Android 16
#34 Jackie Chun
#38 Gohan
#40 Bulma
#42 Murasaki
#44 Toma

And of course, the new danger zones!

B-3
F-3
H-10

Get some rest, my warriors! You deserve it!"

[Super Buu]

?VIOLET!?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

?VIOLET!?

It had all happened so fast. Adrenaline shot through Buu?s body, forcing him onwards.

?My foot!? The desperate, frenzied cry carried out.

The pink warrior?s thick legs thudded against the ground and he leapt - his hand outstretched - grabbing onto the taloned leg of what he knew to be Violet. Gravity faded as he hung on for his life, gliding away from the battlefield. His body was numb, feeling nothing but cold adrenaline. It wasn?t the first battle he?d been in, but it was the first battle where he?d been fighting for someone other than himself. The charred corpse of Sixteen, the ripped-apart skull of Jackie, and Puar?s head, exploding into fragments of bone and blood ?

He wanted to feel remorse, but he couldn?t. All he could hear was his survival instinct. Get out. Save yourself. Run! For the moment, he felt nothing but shock. He wanted to question Violet?s hideous transformation, he wanted to ask what had fried his biomechanical friend. He wanted to know why his brother only had one leg, and he wanted to know why Seventeen?s stomach was bleeding. But none of that mattered right now.

?Get us out of here, Violet!? he ordered, painfully aware of the strain on his hand. Adrenaline sustained his grip for now, but it wouldn?t for long.

The white-tinted demon spoke no words, but her eyes said it all. They glided onwards, away from the field, over the trees. Then she whispered;

?Buu ? I can?t hold this much longer.?

The majin growled. ?Down.?

They landed abruptly, dashing through the trees and hitting the ground. The ?corpses? tumbled from Violet?s arms just as her wings began retracting into her back, and Super Buu?s knees thudded against the floor, causing him to grunt out in pain. That?s when they heard it. A sharp gasp, that of somebody hurting. Somebody alive.

?Seventeen?!? The now-reverted girl murmured, a rising note of panic in her tone, as she turned to the body. It was moving, writing. A pained grimace was on the cyborg?s face, his bloodied hands to the gash on his stomach. ?Buu!? Violet screamed. ?He?s still alive!?

The majin?s eyes moved over to his fallen leader, but not before glancing over him. Kid Buu. His brother, the only other puttalin being in existence. Dead.

?Kid ?? he whispered. The pain he felt now was worse than any hit he?d ever taken. He didn?t know what to think. For a while, he had had another, somebody else to call the same as him. But that was over now. He was the last one left.

?I?m not - hack! - dead yet ?? murmured the body.

?KID!? Super Buu gasped, feeling both elation and terror. Here was his brother, alive, but in imminent danger of dying. He ran towards the smaller being, and that?s when he felt it. A tug. But not from outside, from within. ?What is this ?? he stuttered, clutching his chest to no avail. It was his soul. As he fell to his knees, his hand splashed a nearby puddle, and that?s when he saw it. He looked down at his reflection, horrified. His nose, elongated and pointed like a human being?s. Hanging from the side of his head was his head-tentacle, thick and distended.

Then it hit him - how he?d been able to stand up to the super saiyan, how he?d been able to escape with his life. Without even realising it, he?d used Spiritken. Something had triggered inside of him, that force of purpose and cause. But his appearance ?

?Sometimes, with the Bio Armour, it can cause ?mutations? in certain species when they transform.?

With that memory, there was no doubt in his mind. As the pure flow of adrenaline had subsided, he had begun to feel the after-effects of the technique, as it tugged on his spirit. He gasped as he released the ability, features stretching as his nose shrank back, head tail squirming back upwards into his head.

All around, agonised screams were sounding from what remained of the group. Seventeen was trying to move, griping at the hole in his stomach, whereas Kid was screaming in agony, clutching at the stump that remained of his left leg. Violet was sobbing, in grief and panic, scrambling for something to stem the flow of blood from her alliance leader?s chest. ?BUU!? she screamed. ?DO SOMETHING!?

The hulking majin stumbled around, looking in a confused manner for something to tie the wounds of his allies. He could still feel the sharp pains in his back where Gohan had kicked him. That little traitor ? he remembered now. The very same saiyan he had tried to save the life of back on Vegeta-sei. Well, he's dead now. Serves him fucking right, thought Buu contemptuously.

?Buu!? sobbed Violet hoarsely, again, as she watched her friend, caught up in his own anger. ?I can?t do this alone, please ?!?

?WHAT, AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!? the monster suddenly shouted, gripping his head in rage. ?Regenerate for them?! I don?t know anything ? fuck all about how humans heal wounds!? He stormed about in frustration, directing his own guilt at being unable to help at the nearest possible outlet - Violet.

?Just ? tear off some leaves,? pleaded the girl, her hands still trying to stem the blood from Seventeen?s wound. She didn?t even try to argue. Her only concern at the moment was keeping her friend?s alive. ?Do it, and I?ll do the rest.?

?Damn it,? the bass-like voice of Kid Buu rang out again. ?What?s going on out there??

?Seventeen?s badly hurt,? replied Violet, calling over with a trembling voice. ?How?s your leg??

?What?s left of it ?? spat the pint-sized majin. ?The blast seems to have cauterised the wound. It?s not bleeding too bad, but it hurts like fuck.?

?Super Buu! How are those leaves coming along??

?I?ve got it,? said the hulking monster, deciding that now was not the time to complain. He got on with his task as quickly as he could, ripping leaves from the branches of nearby trees. He thrust out a handful to Violet, dropping them next to her hesitantly. ?That enough??

?It?ll do.? The girl picked up the leaves and shoved them into her mouth, chewing with a frantic desperation. Once she deemed it ready she spat the paste out onto her hands. ?Here goes ??

She placed the gunk evenly around on Seventeen?s stomach, causing him to cry out in agony. His eyes were closed, face contorting and grimacing with every twitch of his muscles. But he bore it, clenching his teeth and gripping his fists. What the cyborg had dealt with today was not just physical, but mental. He wanted to reach out and tear somebody to shreds, but he couldn?t - his body wouldn?t let him. So instead he opened his mouth and screamed - frustration, anger and pain all mingled into one. Nobody tried to stop him. Sometimes it was best just to let it all out.

The group had survived. But at what cost?

[The Not Cool Not Tapion]

Tapion listened to the new announcement as he waded in the water, his brother laid on the beach catching the last of the sun rays. The danger zones were all given and hearing them, he looked to his brother calling out to him.

"Check the map for where we are, I don't want to die because of these lame danger zones!"

The younger konat scrambled to his feet and ran to the hiding place of their items. He pulled out one of their maps and used the fading light to check where they were using the landmarks around them. After covering the itmes back up he walked over to the water again.

"Nah, we're safe don't worry, bro!"

"Cool, just making sure."

The dark eyes looked away right after, scanning the water below him. They had been relaxing for the last hour and Tapion hadn't caught a fish yet. He stood calmly as he brother turned to watch him. A sense of happiness actually overwhelmed the younger konat and the pressure was on the older one as he wanted to feel more manly and actually get the fish.

The lengthy hand raised slightly as an average size fish swam by. This was it. It circled the konat and on it's second go around, the hand slammed forward, breaking through the surface. Tapion's hand gripped the slippery animal and gripped it so it couldn't get away, instantly crushing it and killing it as he pulled it out. He threw it to his younger brother who wasn't expecting it and a laugh came from the older of the two as the fish slapped into Minoshia's face.

After giving an irritated look to his brother, laughter emerged from the scrawny child. Tapion smiled at this and moved towards the coast. He was met on the sand with the fish slapping him in the face as well. Minoshia had thrown it at his brother. The older stopped moving and stared at his brother, then instantly chased him around laughing. The younger of the two ran away laughing and fell into the sand, Tapion tackled after him laughing.

"Alright alright, lets cook the fish."

The two talked as Tapion made a fire and cooked the fish, splitting it among the two and taking some of his bread out and eating a small bit of it followed by a swig of his cantine water. Minoshia followed suit and the two sat talking with a small camp fire between them.

[Raditzu]

There was little to be said as the combined forces of Ragnarok and Pitch Black suryeved their surroundings. In several places grass and dirt had been torn (very violently, no doubt) from its resting place, scorch marks dotted the battlefield and several pieces of flesh littered the ground. While on one hand it was kind of disturbing and gross, it also gave the warriors a sense of satisfying closure. Admittedly, some were less satisified than others, but loses and injuries were to be expected. Rad found his breath coming in heavy dosages as he sized everyone up. Aside from Hasky and Gohan, everyone seemed to be fine, much to the saiyans surprise. Yamu, not so nearly resembling an elephant anymore, had taken it upon himself to carry the severaly wounded Hasky. Rad didn't complain, he wasn't keen on soaking himself in blood. His eyes came to rest on two pieces of equipment that had been left behind. One was a fairly large gun, almost identicle to the one 18 had used, and the other was, to Rad's supreme satifaction, a chainsaw.

"Hey babe, check this out," Rad hoisted the chainsaw into the air with a grin. 18 siply rolled her eyes. "Here, hold onto this one for now." Scooping up the second Ki Shotgun, Raditzu tossed it to his significant other.

"How come you two get the new toys?" Bra asked with a smirk.

"We'll worry about who gets them later," Rad said as he slipped the chainsaw into his bag. "Right now we need to get moving."

"Oh? You're in charge now?" Bardock was already looking over his own map, his little quip having escaped from the side of his mouth.

"Tch, I don't care where we go so long as we go."

"What's the rush?" Selipa asked, nonchalantly.

"Fights draw attention," Bardock answered first. "And the last thing we want is to be caught standing around a field."

"Yeah, look where it got them," 18 added.

"That way," Bardock informed everyone with his finger.

Once again, there wasn't too much to be said. The periodic moaning from Hasky was a rather morbid way for the silence to be broken, but it was the most present one. As they continued on through the annoyingly rought terrain, Bardock did a noteworthy job of keeping them on course. Unlike when they had encountered their recent opponents, Rad had fallen back to the middle of the group with 18. Though there was a general amount of silence, the two lovers kept up a fairly steady stream of small talk. To them it was a rather refreshing change of pace, while to those around them it probably seemed oddly out of place.

"So then, I was... uh... going..." Rad waved his hand, a gesture to emphasize words that never came. Instead, he fell flat on his face.

Or would have, had 18 not been standing next to him at the time. The androidess scooped up her saiyan companion with reflexes that, had he been consciously aware of them, Rad would have applauded. About that same time, towards the rear of the group, Yamu found himself forced to take a knee, which was a bit awkward since he was still holding Hasky. Several moments passed before the bald human was able to confidently regain his footing, and several more until Raditzu managed to climb back onto shaky legs.

"Old age catching up to ya?" Bra jibed with a smirk.

Rad's reply was somewhere between a 'tch', a grunt, and a hiss. He didn't even smirk or grin, a most disturbing sign. He did, however, managed to throw an are around 18, who readily supported his weight. With both Rad and Yamu in walking condition, more or less, the group continued along at a somewhat slower pace. Rad and 18 had fallen to the back of the group, behind Yamu and Hasky, but weren't losing anymore ground. After what seemed like far too long a time, the group came to a small clearing in the woods. It would be perfect for setting up a camp as the sun began setting. Several of the fighters looked like they could use some rest.

"You ok?" Bardock had approached Raditzu after making a quick check of the clearing with Bra and Selipa.

"Ugh... yeah." Rad reached absent-mindedly into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Flipping the lid off, the saiyan downed half the bottle in a single gulp, unconcerned with its lukewarm temperature. "These... collars make it hard to transform." Rad nodded over to Yamu, who had also taken a seat. "He's probably feeling it too, though hopefully not as bad." Rad managed a grin at this, but weight shifted and he fell against Android 18, who had taken a seat beside. "I'm... just tired. Some bread and sleep and I'll be good as new."

"You better be." Bardock gave Rad a once-over before turning his attention to tending their makeshift campsite.

As he looked around the various fighters, Raditzu cursed himself for being in such a weakened state. If he didn't some sleep, or eat soon he wouldn't be able to throw a punch, let alone help out in a fight. What was the point of weilding such extreme power if he left those around him helpless after using it only briefly? The fact that those around him were anything but helpless didn't even enter into Rad's mind. A frown creased his features as he wrapped an arm around 18. She, of everyone else here, was probably the most able, but that didn't stop the long-haired warrior from worrying about her the most.

[Tobias]

"We campin' here for the night?" Garlic eyed the falling sun with a slight frown. Despite a kill to their name and his own little scuffle Garlic couldn't help but brood on the fact they accomplished so little. And Tapion?s face stuck in his mind. Than son of a bitch was going to regret walking away. The goblin directed his scowl to the ground. The mohawked boy was probably laughing at him right this second. Telling his friend how that little man tripped and tumbled down a hill.

Ha, ha, ha. There was no mirth in his thoughts.

Garlic made a tiny thread of ki with his mind. This kind of precise manipulation always calmed him down. Ever so carefully he nudged it to the ground and wound it around a rock. If he ever found Tapion again it would be more than a thread. The rock slowly rose at his command floating up in front of his snarling face. He hated it when he left someone to walk away from a fight, he said it once and will say again. He would rather he was the one who died than suffer their boasts. They were laughing at him! Every face who got back up flashed in front his eyes, each a red tongue in the fires of his rage. The rock suddenly looked so much like them. There was the bug eye of the Arlian he ran from, there was the Shadowspitter, there was Remmy's curling lips, and there... there was Tapion's fucking mohawk. The thread pulled taught... and the rock shattered into a million shards.

"Pay attention Garlic. It common courtesy to listen to the answers to you question you know." Trunks was smiling, despite the murderous look on his comrade's face. "Cheer up emo boy. We got us a kill with no scratches." One less than there should have been.

"Yeah," Garlic forced himself to laugh. "It was a good start huh?"

"It might not be over," 13 muttered ominously.

?Let?s hope it is. I?m still beat from the last one.? Hellfighter let a yawn escape form his lips, which was echoed by Kami and eventually everyone, tired or not. Infectious things yawns.

[Orion]

Day had passed onto night as the alliance continued their aimless trek across the island of Dante. The sun was slipping away, allowing the moon to replace it simultaneously at the other side of the sky. Small glimmering stars shone through the darkening oranges, finally breaking through the powerful daylight.

"It's getting dark," Thirteen observed. "Perhaps we should think about taking a rest."

"Nah, there's still light about," Kami disagreed, furthering their march. "We'll keep going."

"Besides, there hasn't been any sign of Goten," Trunks reminded them. "I don't really want night to come before we find him." The hybrid finished his sentence, and realised something. Although they had been walking for the majority of the day, Trunks' overwhelming fatigue from his earlier transformation had seeped away. "Hey, I don't feel so tired anymore."

"Me neither," Thirteen chimed in.

"I'm-a- fee-eee-lin' goooood, tooo," Garlic Junior sung to the random strumming of chords.

"I'm still feeling tired," Kami added.

"Must be your age, old timer," Trunks joked.

"I think it's more likely that he used a power beyond what you guys used," Seventeen deducted. "As did I. And I'm still worn a bit."

Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "Either way, we're not as helpless as before. Now let's keep after Goten!"

[Android 17]

It had all happened so fast.

The android had been so busy lamenting and cursing the recent revelations about his former brother that he hadn?t heard the first sounds of the battle. He had been too busy grieving and whining that he?d left the majority of his friends alone to contend with the monster that was the long-haired saiya-jin from Friend or Foe 2. The worst part was that Seventeen had been so completely out of it that he?d detracted Violet from the field. If he hadn?t indirectly forced her away, then maybe she would have been able to help more. Maybe then so many of the machine-hybrid?s friends wouldn?t have met gruesome deaths. When he heard the first few shots, the android snapped to his senses long enough to allow Violet to tote him onto the scene. From there, he watched as a group of five started their systematic butchering of his allies. Jackie was the first?his head gracefully torn asunder by Raditzu?s weapon.

That was the moment when Violet and Seventeen realized that they couldn?t let their own emotions cloud what had to be done. The two released their own angers and frustrations, auras dancing up around the duo as their power levels skyrocketed toward their apexes. As the blue flames that had sprung around the android died, Violet?s curvaceous figure was lost as a grotesque, demonic apparition took its place. However, the two were unable to contend with the gun wielding powerhouse, and from elsewhere, Seventeen heard the explosion of metal?Sixteen?s life functions had ceased. The android let out a defiant scream, but it was far too late. Just a second later, another gun erupted, and the cyborg felt the searing heat tear into his abdomen. As the raven-haired fighter crumbled, he could hear more people dying all around him. Yet his body was starting to fail on him?warning signs from his CPU kept popping up on his internal display as he struggled to fight the unconsciousness that vied to consume him.

It wasn?t until he saw Violet in danger that his adrenal levels surged enough for him to stand. The rush continued until he managed to tackle the hulking abomination that was vying to end her life. Unfortunately, with a single motion, the seemingly inhuman creature chucked the android effortlessly. The cyborg rendezvoused with the ground painfully, and when he tried to return to a vertical position, he heard the rasping voice of Kid Buu utter something. Seventeen turned his head, but before he could emit a response, the pain caught up to him and everything faded to darkness. The android let out a sigh as the last vestiges of the battlefield were snuffed out by the overwhelming, unstoppable agony.

For what seemed like an eternity, the android?s mind drifted in the darkness?teetering on the line between life and death. During that time the cyborg escaped the conscious enough that he was sure he saw some kind of foul, fallen angel pluck him from the ground in order to drag him off to Hell. Regrettably, the gods didn?t favor the machine-hybrid enough to let the suffering end this soon, and with a painful crash, Seventeen landed once again upon the cruel, unforgiving ground. As the android started to regain his senses, he could see Violet and Super Buu standing above him, milling around and acting all panicky as they tried to rationalize what had just transpired. The woman turned the android onto his back, and then the taller Majin joined her, glancing over his fallen brother before noticing something different about himself. None of it really registered with the android, who was clenching his teeth in an effort to ignore the overwhelming anguish.

Seventeen felt his purple-haired sister-in-arms prod at his wound as she herself tried to figure out what to do. The machine-hybrid himself stabbed at the laceration, both his mind and body screamed in agony, but despite his best attempts, he couldn?t accumulate the strength to even utter a word or sit up. Even with all of his cybernetic implements and the superhuman strength they provided, in the end, Seventeen was still human. After a fit of verbal sparring, the two members of Civil Unrest who had emerged from the battlefront unscathed went to work. Soon enough, Violet had managed to apply a mash of leaves over the android?s horrid wound. By that time, it became apparent to the fallen warrior that Kid Buu had also survived the battle. The smaller golem had lost his left leg, but he seemed to be coping with the damage better than the android. Screaming in pain, Seventeen rolled onto his side, closing his eyes to the world in some effort to ignore the insanity of the situation.

?We need to get moving,? the words that escaped Super Buu?s maw were the first that the machine-hybrid had been able to coherently understand it what seemed like a lifetime. Despite purposely whispering the words to Violet, the android had managed to hear them beneath his fit of lamentations. Seventeen rolled onto his side, both of his hands clutching at the organic bandage applied to his wound. He felt like such a fool?he had entered this competition solely for the thrill and the high he would get from all the action. Everything had gone horribly wrong. Now the android had three less friends and was sporting what would become a lovely scar if he even survived long enough to attain proper medical care. Both Leo and Paige had been correct, and Seventeen had done nothing but playfully discard their words. Not only was he wounded, but he was also a complete fuck-up.

?Kid Buu, can you move?? The words came from Violet?s mouth as she moved to assist the magical creature into a standing position.

?Yes, and I don?t need your help!? The pink warrior rolled. ?I can handle myself,? he added as two additional arms sprouted from his body. With the added digits, the resilient little beast managed to stand up, and then began walking around?clumsily at first, but soon he seemed content with himself. Seventeen shuddered as another wave of crippling pain cascaded down his body. As another scream escaped his bloodied lips, he felt two arms slide beneath his body. Violet slung the battered man over her shoulders, and with Super Buu to her left and Kid Buu to her right, started to walk. Despite losing a few friends and suffering some rather agonizing wounds, the remnants of Civil Unrest had managed to pool together. After all, they were survivors?no one could question that anymore. However, they were still in Dante?s Abyss, and the sun of the Day Two was yet to rise?

[Bardock]

He was angry. Maybe not outwardly, but he was angry. Bardock had managed to keep a level head, knowing that there was no time to be idle in the wake of the war. He had left behind the body of his grandson, leaving him the honor of remaining where he fell, a testament to his unfailing fighting spirit.

After an exchange of quips, Bardock assumed the role as head of the party, leading them to safer ground. He had taken it upon himself to claim responsibility for the welfare of his gathering, a role Raditzu had given up without a fight. As they blazed the trail, the older saiyan kept his mind blank and his face serious. The fighter had noticed the arrival of Selipa, and the option was presented to him to strike up where they had left off. He chose not to. Now wasn?t the time. The train moved along at a slow pace to accommodate the exhaustion of their power players, having expended everything to overthrow their pursuit on a moment?s notice.

The group came to a clearing, and Bardock decided this was the place to stop. He, Bra, and Selipa checked the area thoroughly before the elder saiya-jin gave the go ahead to drop anchor. The fighter approached his son, noticing a definite lag.

?You okay?? he asked, casual of question and serious of demeanor.

?Uh?yeah,? Raditzu answered slowly, reaching for his water. ?These?collars make it hard to transform.? He nodded his head over to Yamu, a presence Bar had also noticed. ?He?s probably feeling it too, though hopefully not as bad. I?m just?tired. Some bread and sleep and I?ll be as good as new.?

Bardock gave him a quick once over. There was no denying Raditzu was a symbol of strength, both in presence and in power. It was also a matter of pride; something that was ever present yet remained unspoken. ?You better be.?

He gathered firewood, more quickly this time, and lit the flame. The fire was low, and Bardock heaped a mound of earth nearby so it could be doused quickly and with no steam. Exposure was a risk he was willing to take: warmth was needed for the night. The saiyan passed by Raditzu and Eighteen when preparations had been complete. Wordlessly, he grabbed the ki shotgun from the android?s person, throwing it over his shoulder and claiming the weapon. With his free hand, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large leather-wrapped pouch, tossing it almost playfully to Raditzu, who managed to catch it. He looked at his kid with an unreadable expression, although some would have interpreted it as borderline amused. With that, Bar turned and walked away. The longhaired fighter fumbled with the wrappings with his thumb and forefinger, revealing a large hunk of smoked meat that Bardock had procured from his original location.

Bar walked the length of the camp, slowing as he passed by Bra and flashed her a fleeting form of his trademark grin. ?We make a good team.? It was there and gone, and the black-haired brawler nodded towards Sel and Yamu, not really caring as to the fate of the unfortunate woman resting in his lap. In any other circumstance, Bardock would have been at the human?s throat in an instant. In fact, he still rolled the thought along his brain. Things had complicated themselves, and when in doubt, the fighter stepped out of the hot box to observe and wait. Any misstep could be his undoing.

With a mighty leap, Bardock settled himself on the branch of a tree. His back leaned against the wood and he let one leg dangle against the trunk. The shotgun rested comfortably against his shoulder, his finger near the trigger. The fighter had become the sentinel: making sure what happened with the girl?Hasky?didn?t happen again. One handedly, he managed to feed himself as his cold black eyes stared off into the darkness. His scouter was set to sensitive mode.

It was here that he let his thoughts wander to Gohan. He had been kneeling by his grandson, torrents of rage flowing through his body. Gohan had done what he had to do. He fought with both honor and pride. Bardock respected that. Had Goh been given aid, he might have survived, and Bardock?s decision consequently may have been the signature on his death warrant. He wondered if Bra had thought the same thing, so adamant in assisting the young hybrid. The old man hoped she could understand. Still, that didn?t change the fact that Bar had let another of his kin slip through his fingers. This time, he had been right there?right there. Kakarotto was already gone. Who was next? Goten? Raditzu? Himself? Bardock clenched his jaw. What would come would come. But the next people they ran into would be sorry they ever did.

[Metal Koola]

Metal Koola was enjoying himself. This DA was turning out to be far better than most of the previous ones, and he felt he was playing a far more active roll in it compared to all of the ones in the past, save the one that ended with him and a select few on board a spaceship that left the planet before exploding. That one was certainly interesting. He pondered to himself how this one may end. Would he make some new allies? Maybe make some new enemies?

There were definitely a few people on this little island he wanted to fight. Not necessarily because he hated them, but because this was a game. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the saiyan race, and how the few on this planet were all worthwhile opponents. He hadn't seen the prince in quite some time, maybe that one would be a suitable opponent... maybe not.

The way things were turning out, he was feeling pretty invincible. Having done battle twice so far: seriously injuring one opponent, and killing another. The only injury he had taken was the loss of two of his fingers. He really didn't need them anyway, and once this was over he could simply regenerate them. Yes, this was certainly becoming a very interesting game. The med kit in hand was certainly making him feel less worried about future injuries. He took out the map and scanned the area looking for where he thought people might be.

"Hmm, that section looks like a more than obvious location to meet up with some people." He said, pointing to a section of the map, 'Too bad I won't be able to make it there until tomorrow." Thinking to himself, the changeling decided on a plan of action and nodded. He placed the map back in its rightful spot within the supply bag and began his long trek.

[Banned Dana]

A feeling of complete rejuvenation overcame the droid?s body, sending a tingle down his spine as it did. For a moment, Thirteen could feel a new range of energy with his body, but the collar around his neck killed that joy really quickly, though it was replaced with the satisfaction of another six hours out of the way.

The announcement of the new forbidden zones came with a heavy cost, it seemed that eight other contestants, including some he knew from Civil Unrest and past quests. It was a strange feeling, to know that they were here and now, within a moments notice, they were all torn from the game, from this devilish plain. Fear suddenly began to swell up with in the android as he though on his friends deaths. It was a very real notion that at any moment, he could join them on that list.

?Let?s move it.? shouted Trunks, giving Thirteen a icy glare. ?We need to find Goten soon, no more stalling.?

Having gone through Red Ribbon Training, the droid wasn?t one to disobey his superiors and the Sayajin was beginning to look more and more like the boss around here. Hopping off his emo train and boarding the flight of sanity, Thirteen hastened his pace to catch up with the rest of the group. Noticing that both Trunks and Garlic Junior weren?t heaving anymore, in fact, they seemed back to one-hundred percent, which was a big relief. Having risked their lives over just one man, the droid hoped that they had learned a lesson on power conservation, but then again, maybe it was him that was mistaken.

?Dudes.? The word had popped right out of Thirteen?s mouth, it was a word he hadn?t said in a long time, so it shocked him quite a bit, perhaps his control over his CPU was getting better. ?I?m sick of all this walking and talking, we need to do something, now.?

?No.? came the voice of the elder Namekian. ?We continue as planned, we must find our other member, then we can, party.?

The Namekian?s tone was almost demeaning to the droid. The anger within him flared up for a moment and as it did, the pigment of his skin suddenly shifted color, bringing a green tone to his flesh. His ears began to extend a bit and become pointed. His mandible also expanded, bringing more teeth with it. Not long after it started, it ended and as everyone turned to the sound of a grunt and an ?oh damn?, they all noticed that Thirteen was no longer in sight and a tall Namekian with a turban and cape stood in his place. Kami?s eyes opened a bit wider, something was off about this stranger.

?God.? spat the unknown Namekian. ?I hate when that happens, someone help me out for a sec, will ya??

No one budged from their spot, but Thirteen understood the situation.

?It?s me, Thirteen, I shapechanged by accident.? explained the guised machine. ?I just need someone to punch me kind of hard.?

Everyone, except Kami took a rather generous step forward, causing the shifted droid to back a few steps away. Each on of the men looked eager to help the droid, after all, who could resist a free punch?

After the deed was done, Thirteen was rubbing his arm, it had been Garlic Junior that had done the deed and a wide and content smile was spread across his face. The little green goblin hurried past Kami and away from the group, but stopped after a few feet, turned towards the Namekian and nodded.

?Ok then.? smirked the eldest contestant. ?Shall we continue than??

They were all waiting on Thirteen?s reply.

?Sure.? Signed the machine-hybrid. ?Why not??

[Sammah]

?Hm?? Vegeta gazed upward towards the sky and noticed how the sun appeared to be running away from his Saiya-jin strength, ?we better take a break.? Vegeta paused and began to unload his cargo. Reijin stepped up next to the king and gazed out in front of their location.

?Almost calming?? he noted while staring at the large embodiment of water that curled with the flow of wind.

?Yeh?almost.? Vegeta took a knee next to his bag and began shifting through the supplies carried within. The green saibaman quickly climbed down Reijin?s body and hustled over to Vegeta?s bag, staring down the top as if there were goodies just waiting to be passed out. ?Hungry?? He questioned the small creature. It grunted and nodded his head with a pleased smile on his face. ?Too bad, go ask your father!? His snap surprised the green fighter causing it to jump back with astonishment. It hissed and jumped back behind Reijin?s leg, almost as if it was hiding for protection.

Reijin smirked, ?I got you little one,? and began to unwrap his own Christmas package full of surprises. The two Saiya-jins sat and relaxed near by each other, indulging themselves in a slight snack in order to keep their stomachs full, and their energy up. They were feeding on small pieces of bread, and the surplus of berries the king had fished up at their previous location. However satisfying this food was, Vegeta knew the meat of boar would be even further appetizing.

?Damn Reijin, you smell.? Vegeta?s nose began to pick up the scent of a very disturbing odor.

?Eh?? His ally lifted up his arms and began to sniff underneath the forbidden zones of entry. First one, and then the other; ?not me? Reijin replied with satisfaction. Vegeta?s eyes slowly began to pan over to the green saibaman who was sitting next to his creator with his index finger prying away at his right nostril. It paused as he noticed the eyes of both his elders staring down at him.

?You nasty thing!? Vegeta cursed away the smell, causing the creature to leap up onto his feet and hide behind Reijin?s large framework.

"Good evening, everyone! It's 6 PM! The sun is falling, night is among us!? The voice of Karl Jak reappeared into the omnipotent atmosphere, ?a great six hours, if I can say so! Lots of gore! I love it!? Vegeta halted his movement and began to listen in on the names of those who fell in the past few hours. ?Yajirobe, Puar, Android 16, Jackie Chun, Gohan, Bulma, Murasaki, and Toma.?

?Ugh?? Vegeta?s eyes widened slightly at the sound of her name. ?Bulma?? He muttered under his breath. She shouldn?t have shown up to this tournament, it was too dangerous in the first place. Thoughts and images of how she died began to surf through the waves of his mind, and it caused a slight disturbance within his mainframe. Reijin glanced over and noticed Vegeta?s suddenly different mind set, but didn?t care to interrupt.

?And of course, the new danger zones! B-3, F-3, and H-10. Get some rest my warriors! You deserve it!? With that the hovering voice vanished and they were once again alone in the same old grassy field. Vegeta pulled out the map again and began to look at their current location.

?Good?? He said, noticing that they were currently in a safe zone. His hands began to reach over to his belongings and clean up his surrounding area, returning everything back into his bag.

?What are you doing?? Reijin questioned.

?Packing up, it?s time to get moving again.? Vegeta replied as he stood up, map and compass in hand while trying to get a good position to restart his studying.

?Already? Some break.? The shorter haired Saiya-jin sighed as he too began to gather up his supplies.

?Yeh well, we?re burning day light and I don?t feel like being caught off guard in a place like this during night.? Vegeta stared down at his compass and slowly turned his body around in different directions. He coincided it with his handy dandy map, and realized the next suitable location for the two and a half warriors to end up in. ?We?re off??

[Sammah]

FACE TO FACE: Vegeta, Reijin and Metal Koola (With confirmation to join up)

The two Saiya-jins didn?t travel long, yet the sun appeared to keep moving with incredible haste. ?It?s almost dark?? Vegeta noted from the look of the sun?s position. The sky began to dim and become a mixture of colors. Blue, red, orange, yellow, a sunset of incredible beauty and magnificence.

?Hm?? Reijin stopped in his tracks just as the scouter on his face beeped on.

?What?s the matter?? Vegeta stopped and turned to his Saiya-jin counter part. A second after, his scouter too turned on and both were flashing with numbers and a location of an incoming power level.

?Close?very close.? Reijin said, dropping his pack down to his feet in order to be prepared for their very first battle.

?Yeh, and it seems that this won?t be an easy win either.? Vegeta noticed that the power level his scouter was reading was no doubt one of the highest he?s seen out of the 44 fighters he met up with on the ship. The Saiya-jin king dropped his bag as well and began to stretch out his shoulder muscles. ?Well, let?s get ready then.?

?Agreed.? Reijin began to stretch out his neck and back muscles using a variety of known stretches. The two fighters wouldn?t be surprised if the on comer knew that they were near as well, and currently preparing him or herself for the same fight.

?Look?? Vegeta stopped in the middle of his chest stretch and noticed a dark figure in the distance slowly approaching. The walking speed was normal, yet due to the setting of the sun, his appearance couldn?t be foretold.

?Here he comes.? Reijin stood stead fast as well, and they waited for their opponent to decrease their distance. ?He has balls.? The figure surely saw them, yet never seemed to slow his pace down at all, a brave soul indeed. It was only a matter of seconds until the fighter came out of the shadows and revealed himself.

?Metal Koola.? Vegeta noted. The metallic changeling halted himself only a few feet in front of the duo and exchanged glances. There was no doubt he had been through a couple of fights; due to the noticeable burn marks and other battle wounds that were visible around his muscular frame. He even seemed to be a few short from a full set of fingers, perhaps lost in the heat of battle.

?Vegeta, it?s been a while.? The battle worn changeling spoke up. His voice hasn?t aged a bit, still the same tone as it always has been for years, and years to come.

?Yes it has.? Vegeta scanned the fighter up and down, ?looks like you?ve been able to hold your own though hm?? Koola smirked and looked down at his own charcoaled body.

?Yeh, I think I?ve done well for the first day.? In no way or fashion was the changeling going to admit he was tired from transforming, or in any sort of pain at all; it just wasn?t his style. Reijin glanced over at Vegeta for the confirmation to attack. The king however just stood there with a look of science on his face.

?Come with us.? Vegeta then interrupted.

?Hm?? Both Metal Koola and Reijin grunted with a questionable expression.

?There?s no doubt Reijin and I here could easily kill you in your current state. But I know your fighting style and strength from our previous encounters. I think you?d be more useful to us alive and fighting with us, then dead and against us.? Vegeta smirked towards the metallic being, a friendly approach from royalty to royalty. Metal Koola seemed a bit surprised, but gave it some quick thought before answering back towards the king of Saiya-jins.

?Sounds like a plan.?

?Good.? Vegeta grinned, ?we?ll stay here a bit and allow you to regenerate your energy before we move out again.? The green saibaman dove off of Reijin?s shoulders and aimed for the specially made Dante?s Abyss bag. He tumbled as he landed on the ground and opened up the top to the supplies, echoing off a high pitched snicker. No doubt the little creature was still hungry.

[Android-18]

The telltale sound of crickets could be heard as the night crept upon them. What would happen as the sun fell? Perhaps people would sleep. There was no doubt that some would prey within the darkness. This was Dante?s Abyss, no place or time was ever safe. She would have to stay sharp from here on out, especially after that little war that had fallen upon them. She shook her head absentmindedly. It was no surprise that her brother was here. Sometimes she wondered just how their relationship was. Would he kill her without a thought? Could she? She was lost in the ramifications of their could-be encounter as Raditzu gripped her closer and Bardock did his usual grunt and stride away act.

She did eat on the dried meat that the elder Saiya-Jin had so kindly given them. It was not exactly the best food around, but it beat dry bread. For the moment things did feel peaceful, almost. It could have very well been the calm before a storm. Speaking of which, what if there was a storm? That wouldn?t be very fun. She frowned and flicked a beetle off her thigh, it thought it was clever, but it was not.

She managed to get her water bottle and take a drink; she had begun to feel thirsty. She could feel that Raditzu was using her as more of a leaning post than anything at this point. It was kind of sad to see how powerful these collars were, in their power they made each fighter weak. Easily without it she could live for days without needing rest, but if she even powered up once with her upgrades she?d be in her companions shoes. At least he?d be able to carry her, at this rate she was going to fall. Fed up with being support for him she did the right thing, to her, and gripped his arm. Being that he had no idea what was to come, she managed to toss him to the ground with no problem. The grass was lush enough here so it was as fine a place as any to settle down. He knew it, and she did too, if he didn?t sleep he?d be useless.

Despite any arguments he hoped to start and win, she sidled up to him and procured a tight place against his side. ?So we were talking, and interrupted, so as you said earlier, where were we?? she may have intimidated him, but she wasn?t sure. All she wanted was a little time. Little did he know, he thought only his time had felt like a year? Well, in truth, spending all that time up in space felt just as long to her; alone, and with nothing to entertain her. It was surprising she had waited so long to find him. ?So when Bra, as you said, aged?? she trailed off.

?No.? she didn?t need to finish, he knew her too well.

?I mean, even I wouldn?t be able to-

?No.? he cut her off. The android couldn?t help but smirk.

?But I?m sure you wanted-

?Woman stop digging the hole for me!? he purposely held her tighter, as tight as he was able, as if to say ?Stop or I?ll hurt you.? But he knew that was impossible. They were as much a team as they were a couple. Any who knew them knew together they were a threat. Sometimes things were easier that way, but getting down to the bottom of it, they were complicated. Speaking of complicated.

?After this, dead or not, I?m coming after you.? The fact that she was a very confusing woman, her words could have been taken in a bad way. Then again, she was a female, and he knew her too well, she hoped. Regardless of that, to put emphases on her statement, she made sure to run her hand down his armored chest to get her point across. ?You owe me.? Her words whispered in his ears like the calm wind around them, she did hope she drove him crazy.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

"Yeah, I'm gonna go relax then..." Piccolo Daimoun muttered pathetically, walking off in a random direction for a few short steps. He wanted to get a damn good answer as to why that this was needed...

So, you have fun? The dominant piece asked with a smart ass smirk.

Shut up and sleep, Was the angry reply, which just made the smirk widen into a deep smile as he knew he was making the held back part of himself quite perturbed.

Lying down, the strange and semi perked up voice of their host came over the loudspeaker and, even though it was the third time it had gone on, this was the first time he had been relaxed enough to actually care or listen at what it was saying.

"Good evening, everyone! It's 6 PM! The sun is falling, night is among us!"

Rolling his eyes, the jade Namekian tried to roll over to block the noise. Sleep was essential at this point.

"A great six hours, if I can say so! Lots of gore! I love it!"

At this point, he was trying to block out the noise with a hand cupped over his ear. To his great distain, the sounds of the loudspeaker still penetrated through to his mind...

"#17 Yajirobe."

The rest of the noises were useless at this point. His curiosity was peaked as the real side of the elder Namekian perked up, excited and worried as to why his friend was on the loudspeaker...

More names were read, but none of those titles held any meaning to him. What started to irk the slug like alien the most was that he couldn't ask what the names meant...He wasn't in control.

"Heh," Bujin spat out, sighing to himself before continuing, "Lots of death today."

It was like a bomb imploding within Piccolo Daimouns mind. The fury and anger rained out of the recessive side so fast that the dominant piece didn't have a chance to fight back. The control over his body switched faster than a soul fleeing from the devil.

"Damn it..." The jade Namekian whispered quietly, barely able to keep the anger down. His entire body was shaking with the quelled up emotion, "Damn it!"

Bujin cocked an eyebrow at him, unsure at what the problem was, "What?"

"Yaj!" He said back with a quiet intensity, thinking that the simple syllable held some meaning to someone other then himself. Seeing that it hadn't made a dent in making the blue man understand, he started to kick the ground in frustration.

"Yaj is dead damn it!" He yelled this time, baring his teeth, "Alright? I'm gonna find who did this!"

"You've just got a damn problem with everyone don't you?" Blue spat out, turning over and looking at him, "First it's that kid you found; now it's some unknown bastard that you want to ice. You know what? Get the hell over it!"

"What...?" Piccolo Daimoun asked dumbly, surprised at the answer he was getting back.

"Look, we can't go out settling all these damn grudges, alright?" The Red Ribbon man told him before pursing his lips in thought, "If we find them, I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of them. But you must know that we can't just run off, with no plan or strategy! You'll get us all killed!"

The elder Namekian knew there was nothing to say to this. Keeping his head down, he pushed his back against a tree to quietly mourn for his friend.

He just thought that friends kept getting taken from him.

[Minoshia]

The sun had almost completely died away over the horizon, and the Konat brother sat idly on either side of the fire, munching away slowly on large pieces of bread and fish. Though the Konat's made a point of keeping as much bread as possible, and they slipped left over portions of fish into their satchel, keeping it for later. They preserved it by wrapping it up in large green leaves that hung from the lower trees. It was Tapion's idea, the older and more cunning of the two warriors.

The two each took a last sip of water, and proceeded to put everything they had used back into the respective satchels, dividing up the leftover food equally. It didn't matter that the larger of the two had eaten more, they divided it up in even amounts, so they both would survive longer. As the fire dwindled down, and the glow of the charcoals became less impressive as the moments went on, the night died out like the end of a cigarette, with only a few drags left. The two konats lived those few last drags better then most in this tournament, Minoshia knew, from his war experience, that there were many who were simply nursing wounds, instead of enjoying this experience. Although the competitive killer in Minoshia was silently urging to draw blood, he kept suppressing it.

The younger prince leaned back onto the sand, closing his eyes quietly, as did his brother. They continued to talk, as their voices grew more mundane and low in tone. Their minds closing to the world as they would take a quick nap after the luscious feast. Though Konat's didn't sleep long, and they would be awake again before midnight, Minoshia loved the few hours of sleep that he needed. Though this time it was less enjoyable. As he slept, Karl announced the names of the dead, and the information slipped into the silent mind of the Konat, who began to dream terrible nightmares about the slaughter that his alliance friends had endured during the late hours of the afternoon.

[Yamu]

Silence stretched over the Control Room. The production team had each accumulated years of experience in blood sports and violence.

Yet, the violence and determination touched a cord in each of them. Some, horror at the carnage and devastation the two sides had wrought upon each other. Others, felt a sense of pride at watching fighters overcome impossible odds and accomplish improbable feats. One or two smiled knowing they were watching some of the best television ever filmed as it happened. One, sighed as he spiraled into his bad habit of gambling, a habit that had already cost him more then just money.

?That?s ten bucks, Dave.?

?Fifty that he is dead by tomorrow?? The director shot back, knowing he didn?t even have the ten to spare.

?I?ll take that??




Yamu?s entire body felt fatigued. His muscles screamed in agony with each step, but he had to try and get Hasky through this?he had already lost Gohan to this sadistic game?he had to keep her safe.

He did not trust this group he was with?but he had no choice. They were his only Allies now?as much as he hated to admit it?he need this band of warriors

Yamu?s muscles sang in relief when he finally laid his burden down at the campsite. The hulking human sat the beautiful woman down near the fire to catch its warmth but far enough away that she could rest in the dark. As he propped her head under his pack she regained consciousness.

?Y?Yamu?? she asked the dark figure over her. Yamu had done what first aid he could do, wrapping the wound and stopped the bleeding. She would still need medical attention soon, but she had stabilized.

?Yeah, darlin??? He pulled a bottle of water out and gently forced sips of the warm liquid down her throat.

?I?I did good, right??

?You were amazing!? He wanted to pass out himself, but he knew he needed to re-assure his responsibility. ?I saw you kill that little cat-thing?hell I didn?t even get a kill in that fight??

?Proud??

?Very proud, girl?now rest you need it. We?ll get you some help in the morning??

He slowly walked back to the group, his legs felt like jelly?he just wanted to collapse in the grass but more important things needed to be handled.

One of them had gone on sentry duty, but the other had circled the fire. ?If you want them, my fists are yours in this fight. I ask you for one thing?help my friend?there as to be some kind of medical thing on this damn island. If not?we?ll go on our way?but now I need?? he almost passed out into the fire except for his friend he did not recognize grabbed his arm just in time to have him pass out in the soft tufts of grass.




?Madam Kadabra?Agent Cape has sent a very interesting transmission.?

A short woman with red rimmed glasses and short white hair got up from her opulent red chair and approached the screen her minion presented. ?Excellent?call in a clean up squad for our friend?he is no longer needed.? She ordered his death as nonchalantly as ordering dinner. ?So?Yamu?this is our candidate?I like his look?very nice?very terrifying??

OOC: I'll put up more tonight...just kind of getting some personality things done.

[Bra]

Bra sighed heavily, sitting on a cracked, grey stone which would serve as her chair. With her head in her hands, the girl dismally recounted the grisly events. Shouting, fighting, shooting, dying. It had all happened at once, and so quickly. The princess had taken the life of a man she?d never met; murdered him. He?d attacked her first, true, but without a second thought, she?d pulled the trigger and sent a searing stream of liquid flame over his face, consuming him in hellfire and casting his soul off the mortal coil.

Gohan died, and the newcomer had been viciously struck down from behind by what should have been a noble warrior. Super Buu had no need to kill her or maul her so; she posed no threat to himself.

Gohan was dead. Bra sighed once again. She thought to seek out Bardock and offer a few words of comfort, but decided against it. He would find emotional release through anger, through the thrill of the hunt. The hybrid?s presence would only serve to further anger him.

Raditzu and Eighteen appeared occupied with one another, so, finally, the cyan haired girl resolved to go check up on Yamu. Her steps were soft, hesitant. She approached silently, and offered the weakest of greetings.

?Hey, Yamu.? she said, wincing at the look of confusion he offered her. Instead of explaining it for the umpteenth time, the girl simply watched as he got up and approached her.

?If you want them, my fists are yours in this fight. I ask you for one thing... help my friend... there has to be some kind of medical thing on this damn island. If not... we?ll go on our way... but now I need...? the vein-riddled warrior fell forward, directly for the fire. Bra lunged out, grasping his upper arm and hauling him - hard- onto the grass beside it, keeping him from the grasp of the flame. Yamu passed out upon striking the soft, dewy grass.

The princess knelt down next to him, her eyes running over his numerous cuts and scars which had mangled his body over the years. Bra watched as her breath came out in small puffs of steam now; it was growing colder.

?Yamu...? she simply shook her head, returning to her feet and catching sight of a dark haired woman whom she didn?t recognize. Instead of approaching her, however, Bra found herself moving to Hasky, watching her as she trembled in pain.

What a horrible thing to do. Killing someone was one thing, but leaving them as good as dead and forcing them through suffering... Bra growled. She didn?t know the blonde girl, but she was obviously important to Yamu. She would make sure he claimed proper retribution for such a hideous act.

?...We?ll try.? the cyan haired fighter promised, heading off into the thick of the jungle. She made sure to keep the fire in sight, and only wandered as far as she could without losing the flickering lights before she finally let her built up anger manifest itself as two enormous spheres of energy. Throwing her hands together, she screamed as an enormous rush of energy lanced outward, obliterating everything in it?s path and cutting a deep runnel through the earth beneath it. When Bra?s final flash attack faded, an enormous, charred scar marked the landscape as birds and other wildlife shrieked and yelped at the thunderous explosion.

The heiress leapt into her artificially formed chasm and lied down against it?s slope, unwilling to go back to the group, knowing they would want to know why she?d just done what she did, with their accusing eyes and their ignorant questions. Just being angry was never good enough anymore.

Her own mother was dead. Gohan, her friend, was dead. Did she not have the right to be enraged? Who would be next? Her father? Her brother? Bra dug her nails into the dirt; nobody would touch her family. The princess would find out who murdered her mother and place his head on a pike.

The girl?s resolve, however, failed her intentions, and she began to weep. She didn?t want to, but in many ways, she was still just a little girl. Bra didn?t even have a chance to wish her mom good luck, or to even have a decent conversation. Now she was dead, probably in a field somewhere, bleeding out into the grass without a proper burial of any kind.

A gloved fist pounded into the dirt, tearing a deep hole through the scorched terrain. Why was she so weak? Could she never hide her emotions? Her body shuddered under her own sobbing, and she sank deeper into the ravine. Knowing she would fall asleep here if she didn?t force herself up, she wiped her eyes of her tears and trudged back to the campsite, luckily slipping past everyone?s sight, save Bardock, who wished not to speak anyway.

Bra knelt down on the grass before lying down on her chest, resting her chin on her hands and watching the dancing flames. Once again, all she saw were flames of destruction. Flames of hurt, despair, death. They were the only kind of flames these people were capable of.

Had she become so horrible? She was a warrior, but she hadn?t hardened like the others, had she? No, they had become cold, blunt. Unfeeling. She could never be those things, she promised herself. She would not become her father. She would not become numb to the deaths of those around her.

The princess grimaced. What would happen if she stumbled across her father? He and Raditzu would no doubt refuse any logic or reason and try to slaughter one another. Which side would she take? Vegeta, her father, who had neglected her for nearly her entire life and only recently had strived to make things right, or Raditzu, an arrogant monster who had somehow become her friend?

Too many questions, too few answers. It was always that way. While Bra pondered her newfound quandaries, she found the flames growing dull, and soft. Soon, she fell asleep, leaving her problems behind for one more night.

[Retane]

Darkness had settled. The warrior stopped at he listened, to the fruit cake speak in his, ever-eerie, cheery voice. The android noticed this and turned to look at him with a pondering gaze.

"Bulma...", the murmur could barely be heard, "figured she wouldn't last. But Yajirobe? To scared to kill no doubt."

Retane's pupils met Twenty's dead on when Toma's name was anounced. The namek winced when he saw a fiery compassion explode in his eyes. The mercenary lowereed his gaze away from the mecahnical human. He could offer no remorse for those eliminated. He was sure his life mattered to no one.

Retane dropped his bag and produeced water. Using his peripheral vision he could see his ally doing the same thing. The namek flinched as he grabbed the water with his injured left arm. He would need to patch this up and change the dressings to his burns before the night was over. He drank the cool refreshing water until only a fourth of it was left in the canteen. As he returned it to his pack he paused for a moment thinking.

"The cowards have grown some guts it seems. Maybe they have realized...", the namek looked up to his companion who met his gaze. "If we die, we don't go to the afterlife. We are just removed from the tournament. You may understand this or not."

The near-human didn't respond, due to the fact he was enjoying his bread.

"My condoences on the loss of oyour friend, but I might as well ask. Are their anymore still alive that I should know about? That we should be looking for?"

The semi-human choked down his bread.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 13, Blue, Bujin, Garlic Jr, Hellfighter 17, Kami, Koola, Piccolo Daimoun, and Trunks

Silence filled the evening as the foursome travelled. Piccolo Daimoun was thinking about what went wrong in his head. How had Yajirobe died and he lived?

Blue was plotting in his head about which one of the three to kill first, when the right time struck. Just the thought made him grin.

Bujin was trying to track where they were heading, using his compass and the map.

Finally, Koola was in yet another arguement with the always annoying Koorsala who was bickering about the lack of food they had eaten. He shrugged her off, as he wasn't hungry.

"Check it out," Bujin said as they headed towards their destination. He pointed past the huge field in front of them to the house in the distance, and a barn next to it. "This must be the farm."

"Heh," Blue took the lead, walking in front, "Well, let's go. Should be nice to sleep in a bed for a change."

Hellfighter Seventeen pulled the trigger of the Ki Sniper Rifle from the balcony of the farm house. The ki that erupted from the barrell peirced into Blue's stomach, leaving a clean wound, and then out of the back of his head. He dropped back, wordlessly.

"Oh shit!" Piccolo shouted. "Run for it!"

Another shot was fired by Hellfighter. This time, a running Daimoun managed to use his shield to block it, causing to ricochet to the ground.

Thefour moved inside the barn, to see two green warriors standing there. Kami had his arms folded over his chest, while Garlic had his guitar resting in his palm. "It's an ambush!" Koola told them, leading them around. "Let's go!"

Around the side of the barn, Trunks and Android 13 waited. Blue was leaning on Koola as they halted. "Jeez, how many of them are there?!" Blue shouted, frustrated.

"Run for it!" Bujin suddenly raised his hands, taking a breath. "Spiritken!"

When Trunks opened fire, Bujin's green blast shot at the saiyan. "Whoa!" He shouted, surprised by the sudden Spirit-enduced shot. He flew backwards, hitting Thirteen on the way down.

PD led and way from the battlefield, while Koola carried an injured Blue. Bujin ran after them, looking back to see Kami and Garlic Jr following close. Remembering the success against Silver, he jumped up and spun around. "Destructo Disk!"

"Head's up!" Kami shouted. He moved out of the way, just as the disk flew right in Garlic's body.

Hellfighter fired the sniper rifle one more time as Bujin escaped into the woods. It didn't hit him, but it gave him that warning that things could have gone the other way.

31 Fighters Remaining

Blue's been shot in the stomach. Open wound, major injury.

Garlic Jr's been cut in the thigh, causing one of his legs a great deal of pain. Major injury.

Bujin is tired for 24 OOC hours for Spiritken.

[Krillin]

The final day was drawing to a close. For the past few hours, Krillin had been resting himself, planning out his routes, and guarding himself like a paranoid bastard, which he was. Total deathmatches tended to have that kind of an effect on a person.

A brief flicker ticked his mind. He searched for it, and knew. He knew. Twenty was nearby, and getting closer. Even the collar couldn't keep that mental bond apart. Words weren't needed.

With that, the shorty got his things together, hurriedly wiped some nearby debris over his campsite, and struck off towards the source of the sensation.