Day Three: Morning

[Burter Jr]

Day Three
6:00 AM - Noon

"Well, another six hours...another boring broadcast. Step it up, or I'll put you all on group restrictions. You want to stay with your friends, don't you?

Anyone, the only death was...

#05 Tapion

And let's add a danger zone...

I-3

That's it! Good luck!"

[Minoshia]

"Excuse me for the interruption, contestants. Someone is about to be made an example of. An example of what happens when you bore the viewers."

Minoshia heard the announcement roaring over the rooftops of the forest, causing unrest in the creatures living in the mysterious acres of the wood. Minoshia locked palms with Violet, in a battle for strength. The two pushed against each other?s energies, toes digging into the ground for added traction, any assistance in the grueling pride match were looked on as a blessing. The Konat felt lightheaded all of a sudden. Something was wrong, he dropped his hands to his side, the raven-haired warrior stepping backwards curiously, not knowing what to do. He looked as if he were about to enter a seizure, his black eyes had vanished from the visible area of his eye socket, and he stumbled backwards, then forwards. He swung like a rocking chair, before eventually collapsing hard on the ground, grabbing his temples and squeezing them with all the strength his fingers could muster.

He heard screaming, and all the pressure from his head was relieved, exiting out invisible gateways in his skull. His black eyes fell back down with an anger not yet seen in this tournament; he knew what was wrong before he saw it. A small tear dropped down his eye, colliding with his cheek and ricocheting off into the planet?s surface, it never was absorbed into the ground, resting on top of the dirt. It was a miracle of nature, the tears shed for a fallen brother, Tapion

Minoshia sprinted away from the sparring arena, leaving Violet alone in confusion. He would of felt a little bad, but he had much more stressful things on his mind as he darted through the crowded forest. His mind was racing with thoughts on what could have happened, his brother, dead before him like his family. Everyone he got close to and loved managed to die before him. Another tear collided with the ground, and many more began to follow.

He burst through the last bush and stumbled into camp, looking at the confused crowd of the Android, child and two puttalin beasts. He pushed through all of them, falling at the corpse?s side. He had seen it before he could stop it, and it killed him to even think he could of changed it. Blood flow from the Neck of the older prince had ceased, the younger embracing his brother. Tears flowed faster then waterfalls peaking over the top of their crests. Puddles of salty liquid mixed with the thick red ooze of the Konat, and the brothers were together for the last time.

?No?? Minoshia snuffed back the snot that had gathered in his runny nose, wiping his eyes before dropping his head back on the elder?s chest, his wails of agony could be heard for miles, everyone above him managed to walk back, looking more confused then ever. ?This can?t be happening?? Another loud snuff, followed by a wail, his fingernails grasped the clothing of his older brother. ?Not again?? Minoshia clasped onto his clothing and hung on, as if he were trying to hold him from the inevitable truth that he was dead. A sorrow as he had never felt before erupted through his body; someone held a shotgun to his chest and had shot out his heart. That was what the Konat felt, a complete loss of all emotional and physical being. He reached up his fingers and pulled down the eyelids of his brother. The dark prince slipped his hand under his brother?s head and lifted his neck gently, kissing his brother good-bye, one last time.

Every thought of not seeing his brother again, and the absence they had experienced from each other last time built up the hatred buried deep inside the Konat warrior. He raised his palm up to his brother?s locks of hair, and grabbed a small amount, biting it with his teeth. He slipped the lock of hair into his pocket. Minoshia grabbed his own hair, and tore out a significantly larger chunk, wrapping it up inside of Tapion?s palm, where it would lay for all of time.

The Konat stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes and looking at the crowd before him. ?Which one of you fuckers did this!?? Minoshia screamed, pointing his finger and moving it horizontally between them. They looked at him even more confused. But the older of the puttalin warriors responded.

?No one did? he just drop.?

?Arrghh!? Minoshia screamed. Grasping his head he headed behind the rock he was camped at earlier. He fiddled around in his pocket and grabbed something he didn?t realize he had obtained, a small flask of liquid he had found in Tapion?s pocket. The prince immediately knew what it was, he had seen it before, and it wasn?t pretty stuff, not at all. Can?t be the Android, he has a gaping hole in his stomach. The smaller Pink creature has one leg, and the older Pink creature just witnessed the death of a friend, so why would he kill. That leaves one...

The Konat sneaked around the rock, avoiding eyesight as the group talked amongst themselves about his actions. The Prince found the area that the young boy camped and popped the top off the flask, pouring it slowly into the water.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 17, Goku Jr, Kid Buu, Minoshia, Super Buu, and Violet

No one saw him take it, so no one suspected a thing. It hadn't occured to anyone what Tapion might have had for a weapon, or why his was missing.

So, Goku Jr simply took a sip of his water without really pondering it. He knew Minoshia had gone a little crazy, but hadn't thought much of it. The man had lost his brother, it was understandable.

When the acid touched the stomach of Goku Jr, it expanded. At first, the little saiyan made a strange face as he felt a pain. "Ow..." Some people looked over. "Just my stomach..."

That was when it happened, all at once. No last quotes, or even a chance to scream. Goku Jr's mouth opened a he shot out blood like he was a cannon. Organs literally poured from the stream of blood, then green vile that was once his breakfast. He fell to one knee, letting it all come out, trying to stop it.

"What the fuck?" Came a voice. Goku Jr figured it was one of the Buu's.

Junior couldn't help but realize what happened just before the end. Someone had tricked him...betrayed his trust. Seventeen? No...not Seventeen. One of the others...

That was all he could muster in his head, before he fell to the side.

It was then, that four sets of eyes turned to see Minoshia, leaning causually against a tree, watching. "Just business," the Konat said. He didn't even try to hide it.

Silence. Utter silence.

"I'm gonna kill you," came a voice. Android Seventeen was looking down at the corpse of Goku Jr. It was like a whisper, but sounded very seirous. Like a promise. "Right now. Right here."

"Come try," was Minoshia's response. His eyes glaring right at the Android. This was it. This was what the last three days were leading up to. A real fight, and Minoshia was loving it so much he had forgotten why he even started it. "I'm ready."

That was when he saw a flash of pink to the left. "Aaaagh you asshole!" Kid Buu's body soared through the air expertly after he lept up. Minoshia had to dive to the side, avoiding getting his shot with the pistol, and then jolted forward.

Kid Buu's extra limbs latched onto the tree that Mino had been leaning on. A green aura suddenly flared up around him as he charged up, and then jumped forward onto Mino.

In an act of speed, Mino's own power-up, Kaioken, sprang to life. He shot up a ki blast at the Spirit-powered Buu, who flew backwards like he had bounced off something.

Minoshia gripped his tonfa, the binoculars around his neck swinging wildly. He rolled over and shot up.

"Got you!" The other Buu appeared, also charged up and newly dressed in his Spiritken clothes, and batted Minoshia against a tree. The auras clashed as he locked arms with the Konat, "This is for the kid, you little shit!"

Minoshia headbutted Super Buu, making him stumble back. "That's for Tapion."

An Android foot suddenly came in contact with the side of Minoshia's head. Mino fell to the side, hitting the ground. The younger Konat looked up see Violet standing there, crossbow in there. He expected her to fire, but she didn't. She just stood there...watching.

A peice of ki peirced into the shoulder of Minoshia. He let out a pained growl, hurrying to his feet. The slingshot Buu used made a nice hole in the man's torso. Before Minoshia ran, he stopped...seeing the three surrounding him. He saw the new weapon in Seveteen's hand, large and dangerous.

When Super Buu lept forward, so did Kid Buu, on the other side. Minoshia jumped up and planted his foot on SB's face, and then spun, kicking the side of KB's head. Both Buus fell to the side, in similar fashions, but in opposite directions.

Mino saw Seventeen aiming his weapon. "Catch me if you can!" He growled.

"Damn," Seventeen cursed. He lept off after the now feeling Konat.

Minoshia whirled in and out of the turns, using the trees to trick Seventeen, who ran full speed after him, disregarding the constant pain of the shotgun wound in his stomach.

Finally, when the cybernetic fighter went around a tree...there was nothing. Minoshia was gone.

Then someone landed on him.

On instinct, the Android slammed his head, cracking Mino's nose. The Konat didn't stop his attack, however, wrapping the rope of the binoculars and then pulling back. "Got ya!"

Seventeen could feel the air stop circulating up to his mouth. He was being strangled! He grabbed his rocket launcher, cursing his luck. How could they trust this Konat?! He had brought nothing but bad luck! The Android couldn't let the Konat get anyone else...even if it meant everything.

The Android pulled the rocket launcher close, then shoving a fist against the side. The gas inside began to fuse with the ki. He grimaced...life fading. The strangling worked. Minoshia didn't let up.

That was when Android Seventeen, leader of Civil Unrest until the very end, lit up the gas inside the rocket launcher with his own ki, and let it erupt, engulfing both Android and Konat.

Everyone on the island heard it. Trees were decimated. Smoke flooded the clear air. Every last ounce of ki in that launcher had blown apart.

And by some miracle, some insane chance, one fucked up Konat crawled away.

#02 Goku Jr DEAD
#13 Android 17 DEAD

17 Fighters Remaining

The Poison and the Rocket Launcher are gone.

The Fork and Ki Pistol are there for the remaining members of CU should they want them.

All surviving members except Violet will be tired for 24 hours.

Minoshia is burned, torn up, one eye missing and clothes shredded. He's lost some fingers and one of his feet is almost totally useless. All of this constitutes one insane injury, which is incurable. In a word, he's a mess.

[Bra]

Bra curled up next to a tree, with nobody to really talk to. Raditzu and Eighteen were content to converse with one another, and Bardock had proven to be a frigid monster; a stark contrast to the long haired saiyan?s inexplicable happy-go-lucky attitude.

The saiyan named ?Selipa? was a stranger, and the only reason Bra even knew Hasky?s name was because of Yamu, who had since been grotesquely murdered by the host, who had evidently grown bored with his existence.

So she fell asleep.

The princess? subconscious was a dark and broken place. Displaced thoughts and forgotten memories made up a bizarre dreamworld, leaving Bra inside a hallway, standing on the wall, as if to openly mock the laws gravity had firmly put in place for ages.

?What... what the fuck? Why? Can I ever catch a break?? the girl demanded under her breath. Shaking her head, the hybrid padded down the wall of the corridor, which opened into a roadway atop an enormous dam.

Russian soldiers marched to and fro while others stood guard and still others sat perched atop watchtowers, sniper rifles continually sweeping back and forth, almost as if to dare an intruder to expose himself to their sights.

None of the troops seemed to care that Bra had just walked out of a hallway - which promptly disappeared - and onto their dam, and appeared to be ignoring her as though she wasn?t even there.

?Hey! Hello! Hey, fuckhead!? the empress roared, wildly waving her arms at the nearest soldier, who seemed far more interested in the piece of gum he?d just spat out onto the concrete. With a murderous growl, Bra hurled a sphere of ki at the soldier, causing him to shatter like a piece of glass. ?What... what the fuck??

The dam cracked in thousands of places before exploding, leaving the cyan haired warrior floating in a black nothingness. Looking around, Bra decided things could have been worse, and then Kooriza stood before her, lunging for her throat.

Unable to move, the halfling simply stared into the changeling?s fire red eyes as his mighty hand wrapped around her slender throat, completely cutting off her air supply. Flames began to burn out of Kooriza?s eyes, framing his forehead with a halo of crimson fire.

It would be the last thing the girl ever saw.

?What the fuck?!? Bra screamed, at the top of her lungs, shooting up into a sitting position. Cold sweat rolled down her forehead. A nightmare. Just a nightmare.

[Krillin]

"Tee hee. You're funny."

Krillin looked up, and beamed. He liked being told that he was funny. Oftentimes, he didn't exactly do anything intentionally, but he liked to think that he was simply a "funny kind of guy". Funny wasn't the adjective, funny was the absolute definition of who Krillin was, and he liked it like that.

"Aw, you don't really mean that, do you?"

Twenty's face immediately dropped so quickly, that Krillin near about pooped himself.

"No. I really don't mean it."

Krillin laughed nervously, then stopped and examined Twenty's face. After this, he laughed nervously. The hell did that mean? Krillin didn't know. But he would need to find out. Now was the time for Krillin to make a bold dissectation of whatever the hell Twenty was trying to push. Now was the time for intelligence to push forth and quickly expose any hidden meanings with his rhetorical eloquence. Now was the time for a reply, worthy of becoming a timeless, sacred proverb.

"Huh?"

Twenty crossed his arms. "Exactly what I said. I don't mean it. I never have. I've just been humoring you all this time because you're rich. But now I don't need to. I've taken all of your money, so you're just poop, now. Thanks for all the dough."

Twenty walked away, leaving Krillin behind to scream and wallow in agony. After this was done, he screamed a bit further. Finally, once he was all finished, he decided to rub his back in the ground a bit, shut his eyes, and envision himself as the most unworthy creature imaginable. Oddly, this prompted Twenty to come back.

"Damn. It's not really that bad. Get over it. No one ever takes you seriously anyway."

Then Twenty walked away again.

"AHHH!" Krillin screamed.

----------

Krillin woke up. The way he woke up prompted Twenty to wake up.

"The hell's wrong?" Twenty asked.

Krillin shook his head, clearing away all the befuddlement as good as he could. "Nothing. It's nothing. I just had a bad nightmare, that everyone never took me seriously."

"Tee hee. You're funny."

Krillin looked up, and beamed.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Android 18, Bardock, Bra, Hasky, Raditzu, and Selipa

Dante's Abyss.

A test of power.

A test of strength.

A test of wits.

A test of strategy.

A test of trust.

Failure to meet all five with exact and precise amounts...game over.

Hasky was just looking over the horizon at the rising sun. She had heard the explosion in the distance, and was the only one to get up to look. She could see some smoke in the distance, but that was it. Someone else died. Just like Yamu.

That was when she heard footsteps behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Bardock. Normally, she wouldn't have said anything, but this time was different. The saiyan father held up his shotgun, and then pumped it.

"Fuck you," Hasky said simply. She turned to look out at the horizon. The girl had seen too much to care. Yamu was gone, Gohan was gone. What was the point?

Bardock aimed the gun. "You're useless to me, you're done. Bye."

The shot erupted into Hasky's back. She felt her body open up and then fell over a branch hitting hard. She had a large, blood hole in her body. He rolled over, breathing hard, fighting for life. It wasn't long before she died there.

Bra, Rad and 18 had all heard the shot and hurried towards it. Bardock simply walked past them, shotgun over his shoulder.

He had no excuses. He knew it was wrong to betray her trust. But he didn't care. He saw Selipa glancing at him, but he simply sat in silence.

Bardock was a saiyan, and proud of it. He only wanted the best, and wouldn't trust anything less. He respected those he travelled with, and Hasky didn't qualify.

#04 Hasky DEAD

16 Fighters Remaining

The Ki Pistol is there for anyone. Decide together.

[Bardock]

The explosion that ripped across the island was what hit the switch. It sent shockwaves all across the island. Someone had died, possibly more than one, and painfully at that.

Bardock had given up the position of sentry without a fight to Raditzu. He needed sleep, and he didn?t want to squabble. But he was awake now.

Hasky was the only one to get up and inspect the blast from their position. Without thinking, on sheer instinct alone, he got up and followed, shotgun in hand. His eyes were merciless, his face malignant.

She faced him without care, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bardock bled saiyan blood. The warrior held no remorse. Gohan would be furious with him when he learned of what happened?furious enough to kill. In the end, his sacrifice had meant nothing, as did Yamu?s, the foolish human. But it didn?t matter. The survivors conducted themselves how they saw fit, and Bar did as such. Everyone else was capable of pulling his or her weight. She was not.

He didn?t care what everyone else thought?not anymore. His picture had already been painted, and nothing he could do would change that. Anyone he came into contact with was repulsed by that vision.

So be it. He would become that picture?an inhuman beast, incapable of empathy and a fool for trying. Bardock would continue to uphold his vow. They would be protected?he would fight for them. But when he could protect them no more, when there was nothing left to fight for, he would let slip the monster they truly thought him to be, and then they could revel in the self-gratifying glory of being right.

All it would take was time.

The warrior held the same expression. He sat, silent, contemplating. His finger strayed near the trigger. It would no longer be safe to let his guard down. An act like that never went unpunished, as he had learned in the past. It was only a matter of whom it would come from.

I tried?

I tried?

[Super Buu]

Super Buu shook his head, rage pounding inside it. Groggily, his body pumping with adrenaline, he looked up to see two figures disappear into the trees. Minoshia, that traitorous coward, was making a run for it. ?You bastard!? he screamed, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could. He bent low to the ground as he ran, snatching up the forgotten Ki Pistol from the toppled bag of Goku Junior.

Clutching the weapon in his palms, he threw himself forward into the unknown. I?ll kill him ? I?ll make him pay, that dirty SWINE!

BOOM!

A shockwave of pure energy threw the majin backwards, sending his massive frame hurtling into a nearby tree. Suddenly the world turned white. The tree that was holding him cracked, roots being ripped up by the ground. He was tossed aside like a piece of paper, roaring in rage at his inability to fly.

As quickly as it had begun, the explosion subsided. He heard footsteps from behind, then a voice. ?Fuck ??

Buu opened his eyes, and didn?t believe them. The world around him had been obliterated. The very grass on the ground had been burnt away. Where before he had been surrounded by trees, now there was ? nothing. Nothing could have survived that, surely ?

Getting to his feet, he called out weakly. ?Seventeen.? No response. Suddenly his rage erupted and he screamed, his voice amplifying; ?SEVENTEEN!? He stumbled forward, and felt his foot hit something ? crunchy. He lifted his leg up, and felt all hope leave him.

A single, bloody finger.

The rose-tinted being screamed in rage. Air shot out of the vents on his arms, shoulders and upper body. His leader, his friend, Seventeen, was dead. He couldn?t give a shit about the backstabbing Konat - for all Buu cared he could rot in Hell. But Seventeen had died at the hands of a traitor, avenging a fallen comrade. It wasn?t right!

The majin fell to his knees, and tears of outrage began to flood his black eyes. ?He didn?t deserve to die ? great warriors don?t die ??

The monster was a mess of confusion. Up until now, he?d always assumed that if you tried your best, things would turn out fine. He?d fought the odds and remained alive through the whole competition. But this was different. He didn?t want Seventeen dead!

A single word escaped his lips. ?Why??


OOC: I wasn't sure how you guys would react, so I'm leaving it open. I'll probably get another RP up later as they return to the camp with Goku Jr, if nobody gets that up first.

[Banned Dana]

?Wait a second guys.? shouted Thirteen from behind the small group of contestants. Rummaging through his sack, he tore free the chicken and placed it upon a rock. ?We?ve been moving all day and all night, perhaps a bit of food would do us all some good, eh??

Kami wanted to interject, but then, he only needed water to survive the harshness of the island. Bowing out of this decision, the elder Namekian watched and listened as the rest of the alliance began their discussion. At first, it looked almost as if the three Sayajins were going to kill the droid simultaneously, but each seemed to find good reason not to, for Trunks was the only one to reach him.

?Not right now Thirteen, ok?? It was more of an order than a question and the droid caught on quickly.

?Fine, what a waste.?

Lifting the chicken off of the rock and jettisoning it into the air, Thirteen removed his ki sword from his belt and flicked the devise on. The deadly blade of light shot out from the hilt and buzzed in the air. Masterfully swinging the weapon, he sliced the animal into hundreds of little pieces in mid air. Turning the blade off and watching the remains of the chicken rain down upon the soil, Thirteen snarled, he wasn?t sure if he could handle much more food wastage.

Tying up his sack and making haste after his allies, the machine-hybrid found his spot next to the elder Namekian once again. Turning towards Kami, Thirteen made to ask the jade warrior a question, but the words couldn?t make it to his lips, he was becoming dehydrated once again, luckily, he still had a bit of water remaining. Turning his pack around and feeling through the cloth, he found the last bottle of water, which was only three-fourths full. Unscrewing the top and downing half of the liquid, the android suddenly realized that about half of his energy had been returned to his body since their last scrimmage, this was good news to him, as long as he could avoid confrontation until he was fully recovered, his likely hood of surviving was great.

?Thirsty much?? questioned Kami, almost sounding humorous, but it would seem that his lack of actual caring came across stronger than the humor.

Completely unsure as to how to answer the question, the droid kept his gaze to the front, watching the little green man near his master. Instead of walking straight, the little guy had to do more of a ?hop and waddle? maneuver to get around, it was actually quite amusing. Muffled noises were escaping the tiny creature?s body, which only made the scene even funnier.

?Well,? thought Android Thirteen as he kept pace with Kami, who was still behind the Sayajin Trio. ?If anything, at least this part of the journey is entertaining.?

[Violet]

The blast erupted around her statuesque body, the debris racing around her in a cloud of black. Everything was so fast?

She realized, after the dust had died down, the cry of those still alive shaking her from the tunnel of madness her mind was in, that things were not good. It was a snap to her soul, and made her alive once more.

One moment, she was just sparring with the Konat prince, the battle going all too well, and then, chaos erupted among the camp.

She remembered his face. Right there?she could have gotten him there?, and she hesitated. A procrastinator till the end. She couldn?t remember a more perfect example to this curse she?s had since she was born. He killed Seventeen?Oh, Kami, not another one? A low, primal growl rattled in her throat, one of contempt, rage, silent, seething rage.

Bury it low?keep it inside. Let it fuel you!

The words of her former master rang through her head, Minoshia?s face transfixed in the haze of her silvery blues. Her fingers twisted into fists, tight, powerful fists. Cool sweat pearled across her brow, animosity boiling her blood to maddening heights. For a few moments, her eyes glowed, flickering a golden red, two bloody half moons on the dark canvas of her face.

Just when she thought her new family?s bond couldn?t be stronger, Minoshia had to be the bomb that sunk their one sided game of battleship.

As he scampered onward into what was left of the forest, Violet watched him with saddened eyes. She had to understand his brother was killed, but to turn around and kill one of their own, to respite justice on his brother?s death? It was just a horrible accident?all of it.

For that brief time that they had known each other, Violet had become fond of the short alien; it was more respect she held for him than anything, but this just showed how wrong she was. Once again, life had become just a great big bowl of piranhas. And she was waist deep in it.

Three remained. Kid Buu, Super Buu and Violet.

She knew the day was coming. It was just down to the question of when it would finally happen. The faux lull of security that enveloped the brotherhood had finally faded, leaving the broken crumbs of what used to be a great clan, in its wake.

To Violet, it was beginning to dawn on her that sometimes, breaking promises was something that had to be done. The promise to herself, was the first to go.

I shall not kill in cold blood anymore?but Kami, We?re not all perfect. This needless murder was committed against the very unwritten law of a brotherhood like Civil Unrest. What I have to do?has to be done. Seventeen will NOT die like this.

Resolve burned in her eyes as she glared at the path of Minoshia?s flight. The Konat, she thought, had to be punished. The familiar coldness settled over her heart, and in that one moment, nothing else mattered to her anymore.

Nothing, except, for the brothers that remained at her side, who never turned their backs.

[Reijin]

The five warriors traveled in an uneasy silence for a long time, attempting to always stay one step ahead of their pursuers. Reijin never liked when the hunters became the hunted, but he'd heard the broadcast when he'd awoken that morning. The sun was still lingering softly at the horizon, but someone had been foolish and thus a lesson had been sent their way.

He could tell that the others had all suffered from various forms of psychotic episodes... one way... or another. Each of them had handled it slightly differently from the others. For the moment, Reijin's own affects from this event had been to strangely soothe the Saiyan. His spirit craved blood, and to know that such blood was being spilled was enough for him. The more of them that killed each other, the less he had to kill himself.

That allowed more time for food. "Itadakimasu!" he spoke loudly, attracting the attention of the others by his odd useage of words. It was something he'd heard Videl say before eating in the past, and while he'd never understood what the word meant, he was somewhat pushed from his resolve by the sudden memory she brought forth.

His mind attempted to erect barriers, to somehow block out any imagery of her so that he could simply function, but he found it constantly difficult. He needed a distraction, and this tournament was the perfect way for him to relive what he'd done to those demons one by one. He had to accept what they'd decided... but he made sure that they knew the consequences of such an action all too well.

Forcing unpleasant thoughts from his mind, he dropped his pack to the ground, ripping open the zipper with anguish as his stomach growled angrily, echoed by the sound inside of the bag. Without warning, Saiba burst forth from the exposed back, leaping out and sending Reijin rolling backwards in surprise. Not having access to his Ki Sense was becoming a bit irritating, if nothing else.

Reijin growled as he quickly rolled back to his feet and glared at the green creature, covered in breadcrumbs and other food particles. Reijin's eyes widened and he quickly flipped the bag over, attempting to dump anything from it that could pass as food. Moments later, Trunks found himself chuckling slightly as Reijin was seen running after Saiba in a circle wildly waving a large Hammer around, the small creature moving as if its life depended on it.

The explosion forced everyone in the group from their feet, hitting the ground without warning and rolling along the ground. Feeling the vibrations rock his body, the dark haired youth quickly pushed himself to his feet, looking around. "What the hell happened?" he called out to the others.

Kami, strangely serious, had pushed himself to his feet and was looking off into the distance curiously. "I'm not sure. Something massive exploded in the distance," he stated, looking at the others to see if anyone was hurt.

"No shit?" Reijin grumbled, patting the dirt away on his clothing. Grabbing his supplies, he quickly threw everything back together and attempted to quell his aching stomach. They had left shelter, and were soon to be reaching another preset location. He was no longer quite as tired, but his fatigue was building on him.

He vowed that the next person that he killed would be his dinner if he had not found an alternative by the next night. The animal within Reijin was desiring to be released, and he found himself no longer wishing to quell it.

Looking at his companions, he did a quick analysis in his head of their status. Trunks and Vejita seemed to be the most refreshed of the group, easily enjoying their reunited blood, whereas Kami seemed to be nearly the same as the Saiyan himself. The two of them were easily hungry and while not tired, they were in no way as chipper and perky as the former two. The android still walked behind them, the hole still causing him some difficulty as his internal organs pumped away ceaselessly while he seemed to be straining himself to reach the next destination. Reijin could only assume that he'd be ok by the time noon had come around, if they had not been attacked by then.

**For now I wish to give Vejita the Rapid Fire Ki Gun. That should alleviate problems with our holding of weaponry. That's not my optimum equipped state, but I can't seem to get ahold of the people I'd like to talk to this weekend, so it'll have to wait.**

[Banned Dana]

?Figures.? thought Android Thirteen as he watched Reijin search his bag for food. ?I suggest food and I get turned down, seconds later, the Sayajins are starving, will I ever get a bre...?

The androids thought was cut off by a huge explosion that sent each and every single one of them to their backs. Trying to catch himself as he fell, Thirteen?s palms connected fully with the ground, but as his stomach tightened, he felt a searing pain shot through his body, dropping him like a fly. The thunderous boom echoed off into the distance, leaving a very stunned group of people scrambling to their feet.

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm not sure. Something massive exploded in the distance.?

?No shit??

Though Thirteen knew everyone by now, the pain just wouldn?t allow him to distinguish their voices from one-another. Trying to unclench his stomach and stand, the droid looked over at the group standing nearby, luckily no one had noticed his struggling. Finally making it to his feet, the droid stretched his arms, trying to play off the pain, unfortunately it only caused more. Wishing that he hadn?t pushed his power beyond it?s normal limitations, he began to wonder if he hadn?t, would he still be here alive?

Placing his hand over his stomach, he could feel the circuits within him trying to heal, small injuries somehow seemed to be able to recover themselves, but this was no small injury after all. Thanks to Trunks and his med kit, the android was able to be repaired, for the most part. Every time he would push his power, the pain afterwards seemed to be directed from the stomach wound, making the droid cautious about upping his power.

Taking a step forward, Thirteen happened to be looking down at his feet and noticed something strange take place as his foot touched the ground. His boot had begun to shape change into green grass, without him concentrating on the ability. Unsure if he should be happy about his ability growing or if this were perhaps a bi-product of the blaster shot to the stomach, the machine-hybrid watched his feet for a few steps, noticing the change every time.

Suddenly, a big green hand slammed into Android Thirteen?s back, jerking him forward a bit. Turning around, he spotted Kami with a big grin on his face and a knife in his hand. Jerking forward and stabbing at him, the droid slid to the left and lifted his knee into the Namekian?s face, breaking his nose. A second person hit the humanoid from behind, only this time, something sliced all the way through his body. Glancing down, he spotted a long shining blade sticking out of his stomach wound. Walking towards the droid, Kami placed his hand on his shoulders and began to march him forward.

?Are you alright?? questioned the Namekian as he pulled the droid further and further along. ?Thirteen, answer me, are you ok??

The bio-android quickly snapped out of what must have been a hallucination. Slightly started by the Namekian?s pulling on him, Thirteen shrugged the jade warrior off of his arm and made sure that no one was behind him. Content with his surroundings, he followed after the elder, who was quite confused by the display he had just seen. The three Sayajins were too far ahead to notice and the droid was thankful. It would seem that he was losing his mind, he was tired and thirsty. The dehydration and the game were beginning to ware down the machine?s mental barrier and there was no telling how much longer he would be able to control himself. Would he end up turning on his own friends, Thirteen had no doubt in his mind that he could avoid that, but others would surely perish in his wake. His CPU had subsided due to that massive blow Bujin had delivered, but it would seem as if it were fighting to regain control and it was only a matter of time before it did.

[Old Selipa]

Although not following Hasky to the sound of the discharge in the distance she had told herself since the death of Yamu to look out for the girl. She was the weakest among the group and needed protection even if she didn?t want it; she would look after the human in honour for the lost soul, Yamu.

Keeping her sights on Hasky Selipa stayed still and calm; nothing could have gone wrong that needed the Siaya-jin female to stand beside the human at this moment, or so she thought. For within the corner of her eye did she see an old acquaintance approach the fair haired human, Bardock the father of Raditzu. Thinking nothing of it Selipa looked away to continue her own thoughts. However as she glanced in another direction did her telepathy subconsciously sense something, a sin in the mist of creation as the Saiya-jin male approached the human girl.

Her eyes then darted back to their previous location, her mind expanding within and her thoughts crafting a bridge into his mind with slight difficulty due to the lack of her Ki-sense ability. There, upon the darkness of his mentality was nothing?

?No need!?

?No care!?

Whispered the Saiya-jin as she began to stand, she could feel deaths grasp lingering side by side with the breeze to pass the camp grounds.

?Conclusion?? Spoke the girl as her eyes grew wider, along with Bardock?s hand rising with the gun towards the girl?s back

?Final result!? For in this moment did everything that Selipa was reading off Bardock come together. She knew what was to happen and there was nothing she could do. The surprise of such a move overwhelming her as the link between the two broke at the sound of the guns discharge.

Hasky?s body exploding with a flood of blood in the opposite end to the impact of the hit. Selipa helplessly viewing the ?final result?. The girls body lifeless dropping to the ground. Empty of soul.

The fragmented mind of the Saiya-jin girl falling back to the resent death of Yamu, she had still not gotten over his sudden ending. Although holding it more to herself this death was not going to be the same as she found her legs moving without her control towards the dead corpse.

?Gohan?Yamu?Hasky!? Three words merely now as it seemed.

Finding her presence before the dead human her black her draped over her eyes, while her knees caved towards the ground. Her right arm moving up with her fingers playing gently amid her golden hair strands did it fall upon the weapon beside her body. Grabbing it she placed it to face of Bardock, the aim locked on his head while Selipa still dropped hers towards the dead human.

Her had quivering at what seemed the weight of the gun being to heavy to hold however this was not the reason. ?That would be to good for you old man.? Said Selipa expressing the concept of pulling the trigger at the male. With that a single tear fell upon the girl. Selipa then lifting herself up. Her hair still dropping over her eyes was a gentle wind to play with her hair back and forth however never giving sight to her eyes.

Moving beside Bardock, her pistol dropped now to her side. His guard was sure to be up, he was no fool. He knew acts such as this would never go without payment.

Selipa then shifted her loathing disgust towards the man, this time her eyes becoming revealed as no longer black but to the shade of green however with her hair remaining black and in that instant did she clutch his throat to make sure he heard her message.

?By the end of this game I?ll be the one to make sure you are united with your inner demon old man.? Spat her words as her eyes faded back to the cold blackness that they once were before and her grasp on him falling weak as she walked away.

OOC: Sorry if I seemed over powering. I tried not to make it that bad, just wanted to get the point across.

[Sammah]

The only action Vegeta has seen since the day before was in his mind. He had to keep himself occupied if he wanted to sustain his sanity. His health was back to normal now; not realizing just how exhausting transforming into a Super Saiya-jin really made him. It?s been so long since he felt that tired, perhaps since the very first time he transformed in the first Dante?s Abyss tournament. Trunks was feeling better as well, however he could tell a few others were still attempting to recover. Their pace was slow, in order to keep the group together, and not lose anyone during the trek.

?Damn?? His stomach was growling again, and to the beat of the moving sun. It was becoming day, and he knew it was now the third day. It seems like forever and a moment when there?s nothing going on. So hard to focus, so hard to breath even for the Saiya-jin king. He needed to stay active, or he felt useless. The host?s stomach however felt an awry sensation throughout the current course. He needed food, and being fulfilled would be more than gratifying. He paused as he saw Reijin come up with the same idea. He dropped his bag and began to grope the insides for the softened bread. He knew he had to eat it before it went bad; for there was no such thing as refrigerators on Dante?s Island.

The android had a look of frustration on his face, but Vegeta quickly passed it by. His hands grabbed a hold of the plump loaf and brought it up to his mouth. It wasn?t what he would call a full course meal, but it would have to do for the time being. With the very first bite he could feel the pain streak through his cheeks. They haven?t been doing much chewing as of late, so this was a new feat to take down for his bones. Talking wasn?t common throughout the group, although a few words would be distributed between a few. Perhaps the uneasy sense of rivalry was still lingering around. He had hoped that his son and Reijin would somehow come to a civilized agreement after this Tournament. Death for either of them was not what he aimed for.

?Bah?? He swallowed the broken up pieces of bread, noticing how it got stuck behind some of his teeth upon action. Boy what he would do for a cooked up boar right about now. The meat began to cause great salivation within his oral side, and he knew he had to have more. Gazing around the area brought him into a more depressed state however, for they were surrounded by large plains of grass and fields. What kind of juicy tenderized animals would spend their time habituating this worthless dump? His only hope was that in their next encounter, he would be able to kill someone, and possibly eat whatever?s left of their body. Sure it was inhumane, but Vegeta wasn?t exactly a human.

The announcement from Karl Jak came on schedule. Only one had fallen during the past 6 hours of this adolescent?s game, and it wasn?t Vegeta. He knew as the numbers fell, the closer he got to become the champion of this tournament. Winning was his only option, should he fail?well, he wouldn?t fail. He pushed those type of thoughts quickly out of his right ear, and allowed more of the optimistic style images float right on in. His power would increase, whether it was now, or later, he knew training was in order. He wouldn?t allow himself to be overtaken by lesser humans, or low class Saiya-jins. Vegeta never really took the time to think about it, but the long haired beast was always in his cross hairs.

Reijin had given him the rapid fire ki gun, no doubt it would definitely come in handy when used along with the reaper?s weapon. His scythe gave him the appearance of the death, and he loved it. The taker of life, how much better could you describe the king of Saiya-jins. After his father had stepped down from the throne, Vegeta knew he had to step up to the plate and really hand out the punishment. The ki gun seemed to glow in his hand, and he could almost feel the power held inside. He brought the sights up to his right eye and aimed it towards a tree trunk nearby. The alignment of the rear sight aperture was clearly fixated upon the tip of the front sight post. There was no way he could miss his target. Just then a small animal began to crawl down the tree, giving itself the opportunity to be Vegeta?s target practice.

He aimed a bit forward, allowing for time and movement to calculate itself into the equation, making for a perfect kill. Slowly pulling back with his index finger on the trigger, he made sure he kept straight with his eyes. With another slight tug, the ki rifle exploded into a few jolts of fire, and quickly incinerated the tiny beast as well as a few large chunks of bark. His follow through was consistent as he held the trigger back until feeling satisfied, then releasing it calmly for another aim through his sights. More than likely he had gathered the attention of his traveling group, but he didn?t pay it any mind. Vegeta was a perfect aim, and he knew he deserved the title of ?Expert?.

[Belle Hibiki]

The shockwave from the blast was greater than he could have ever expected it to be. The majin suddenly felt himself being bodily lifted off the ground and hurled back into the trees by the concussive force of multiple, tightly-packed explosions.

He threw his arms out desperately. By some miracle he managed to hook one around a low hanging branch, and he clung fiercely to the aged oak with all that remained of his strength. He gritted his teeth, anger pulsing a hard rhythm against the backs of his eyes as the destruction unfolded before him. Seventeen!

Bark, dirt and rock pelted him as he held on, and wind whipped and buffeted his body about like a beleagured musical chime left out in a hurricane. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (but was really only a matter of seconds), the fury of the detonation faded away, and it was only a few seconds more before he uncoiled his malleable body from the flora, now lopsided, and dropped to the ground.

The devastation was both awe-inspiring and sickening. He opened his mouth, but could not think of anything to say.

In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn't want to say anything. Fury like molten fire coursed through every atom of his puttalin body, and he felt a familiar bestial roar rising up in his throat, clawing its way out from his lips in a strangled snarl. "Me... kill...!" The words spit from his mouth. He could say nothing else.

Something was wrong.

Where the fresh surge of power lanced through his putty-like flesh it came alive, but that very fury made it impossible to think. His conscious thought was blotted out, eradicated just as completely as Android Seventeen had been. Again a pulse rippled through him, and crimson lightning leapt from his childlike frame and shattered a jagged hole in the ground. It was beyond his control, beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Child...

"Agh!" he screamed. He clutched his head with all four hands, finding himself suddenly collapsed over on the edge of the blast zone as a torrent of images ripped through his mind. "No...!" His voice sounded small and wretched in his ears, hoarse and witchlike as the power continued to swell outwards. His body was beginning to bulge, to bloat - or at least felt like it - and his fingernails tore scratches in his scalp, hooking viciously into the vents on top as he felt the delicate structures inside of him beginning to tremble and crack at the seams.

Child...

Do you remember?

A distant blue star, a endless void flashed before his eyes, flitting away from his mental grasp so fast... He felt like he knew it, but from where? Was it one of the places he had floated through after Bibidi's abandonment? No, and yet-

Remember!!!

He spun in space. He turned. Something large, something enormous loomed just out of sight. He tried to look...

And then abruptly the tenuous connection snapped inside of him, and with a jolt everything fell away. He looked up into the faces of Super Buu and Violet, their faces confused, half-angry and half-worried. Maybe they had thought he was going to puke out his guts like that stupid little kid had.

Goddamn monkeys.

He blinked at the thought, and then belatedly it hit him; it wasn't just the vision that had disappeared from his mind, but nearly everything else. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but he couldn't give the words shape; just thinking them was painful. He couldn't speak.

It was like going blind for a second time.

"Me..." he whispered once, swearing inwardly because that was easy, and then promptly collapsed back, his eyes falling shut as exhaustion slammed into him.

[Banned Dana]

The night was fully over and morning was becoming a thing of the past. There was very little simulated cloud coverage, meaning that it was once again going to be a nice hot day. The wild life seemed as alive as ever. The crickets were chirping, the birds were singing, and the rustle of the various other creatures led the chorus of the island. Even though they were plagued with the game of death, Thirteen couldn?t help but notice the beauty that was the island behind the game.

Suddenly, a wild bore shot straight out of the tall grass and came zooming past the humanoid. With drooling mouths, the three Sayajin?s watched as the plump little creature scurried past the group. Through the sudden shock, Vegeta was the first to realize what this could mean. Pointing his hand towards the android, he began to bark his order.

?You, droid, yes you.? shouted the Sayajin King. ?Block off his escape path, now!?

Thirteen immediately dropped his sack and scrambled to his feet. Sprinting ahead of the wild beast, the droid appeared in front it. The pig, with a look of ?holy shit?, came to a screeching halt, kicking dust into the air. Reaching through the cloud of debris, the android?s hands slipped off of the rough hide of the bore as it made haste in the opposite direction. This was just as Vegeta had expected.

?Good. Trunks, you?re turn.? commanded Vegeta. ?Flank him from the left, then you Reijin, you get him from the right.?

Trunks positioned himself to attack, but Reijin did not.

?You flank him.? shot back the younger Sayajin.

?I?ll get him,? offered Kami, moving into position.

Charging simultaneously, the Namekian/half-Sayajin duo charged the bore, confusing him into stopping. Taking a leap, Trunks threw himself into the air, crashing down where the pig had been standing. There was a loud squeal, then suddenly, the brown little creature shot out from under Trunks and darted towards Vegeta, this time, the little guy had fire in his eyes. With his little legs moving with tremendous speed, he charged the Sayajin King, obviously looking to injury the mighty man.

Smirking, Vegeta slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the earth around the wild creature, throwing it off balance. Rolling to it?s side, the pig was down for a moment and the King made to capitalize on the situation. Bounding for the capsized animal, the royal Sayajin pierced the creatures flesh with his dirty fingers and squeezed. Victory, as it would seem, was inevitable, until the pig twisted, tear open more of his flesh and fell back to the ground.

Too shocked to muster any kind of second attempt, Vegeta watched as the wild animal bound for the tall grass and absolute freedom. Suddenly, there was a flash of green, and a tiny body flew high into the air and came crashing down upon the big, just inches away from escaping. The pig mustered one final squeal before the Saibaman dug his deadly claws into the bores skull then twisted to break it?s neck.

Reijin chuckled as the tiny green man grabbed the pigs tail and began to drag it back to his master.

?And you call yourselves warriors.? Mocked Reijin with his back turned to the group. ?Hey droid, if you?re not about to die, how?s about you do something useful.?

?Really.? retorted Thirteen, rolling his eyes. ?And what?s that??

Reijin smirked.

?Start us a fire.?

[Bra]

Bra watched the exchange between Selipa and Bardock with disdain. An innocent woman had been shot dead and nothing, not even a punch had been inflicted upon the ruthless old bastard. Bra sought to change that.

The cyan haired woman stormed up behind him, her low growl causing him to whirl around to face her in all her livid glory. Hatred burned within her crystalline, sapphire eyes. No, the princess decided. Not hatred. Retribution.

A dull impact literally thundered from the impact as Bra?s gloved fist hammered deep into Bardock?s gut. Her second fist drove it?s way into his chest, launching him straight through a tree, shattering it like the glass soldier from her nightmare.

In the blink of an eye, the hybrid had hoisted Bardock up by his collar, and with her free hand began to drive punches to his face. A vicious kick launched him into the air, but before she could continue, a firm arm wrapped tightly around her upper arm and painfully tugged her backwards.

?What the fuck?!? Bra roared, turning on the long haired one who had stopped her. ?You?re not interfering this time, you bastard!?

?Yeah, actually, I am.? Raditzu declared. The girl seethed in rage, holding back her urge to destroy. To kill.

?But he turned on Yamu?s friend!! I have to-?

?Remember when I fought your dad?? the warrior interrupted, startling the teal haired girl. She tilted her head in surprise.

?Wh-what?? she demanded. ?The hell does that have to do-?

?That must?ve hurt, right? Watching your dad fight. Thinking he might die.? Raditzu interrupted again, his tone growing more and more serious as time wore on.

?S-so?? Bra retorted, her resolve weakening.

?You think me watching my dad forced into a fight he might die from?s gonna be any more fun? Yeah, you think he did something wrong, but let?s face it; your dad?s done some pretty nasty stuff over the years.? Raditzu explained.

?Don?t you talk about-!!?

?Don?t believe me? Ask your brother.? the pure blooded saiyan quipped, turning away.

?Huh?!? Bra demanded, more to herself than to Raditzu. What the hell does that mean?!

[Minoshia]

"Oh God... Oh God." Minoshia whispered, curling into a ball, his smoldering carcass literally burning the clothes off his body. The fires had gone out, but the majority of his body was a charcoaled mess. His clothes were ripped and hung from his body, looking more like rags then clothes. One eye had been closed permanently, blood dripping from his right eye, sliding down his cheek and dripping off his chin. The Konat lifted his body up against the rock he had slid up against, managing to sit up and look into the bush that covered his body.

Coughing brought on immeasurable amounts of pain to his torso. Moving in any direction was almost impossible. The Konat had managed to drag himself behind a rock, under the cover of a large bush. He managed to lift his neck enough to look at his body. Fuck.... He didn't have the energy to simply think more then the one simple word that emitted into his thoughts.

In his hand were the binoculars, hanging from them and resting on his chest was the long rope that had taken the life from the leader of the group he had just departed from, the Android. Minoshia felt only distraught, he had turned his back again on the people that trusted him. But they had it coming, they were responsible for his brother's death, it was they. He had no regrets for what he had done. Business was business, and in a game where losing means nothing and winning means everything, he felt he had made the right decision. The young saiyan had spewed out everything inside of his torso, from food to his organs. In payment for his two kills came the well being of his body, which had been shredded beyond belief.

His satchel rested on the ground beside him, he dug his hand into it, ignoring the incredibly pain from the two missing fingers on his left hand. His index and his middle finger had been blown off his body and disintegrated into the explosion. The Konat had little recollection of what actually happened, just a massive explosion from the piece of weaponry Seventeen had toted, and next thing he knew he was leaning against a tree, not knowing how far the blast had carried him.

As he fiddled around with the compass and the map in his bag, be attempted to push everything aside to get to what he was looking for, which was no easy task. He used his thumb and his palms to push the tonfa aside and grab the large flask resting at the bottom, pulling it out and lifting it to his lips. The water was his savior, as he drank half of the bottle he had recently filled, before even the spar with Violet.

As he noticed no more smoldering smoke filtering off his charcoaled sections, he decided it would be a good time to attempt to move. Using the rock as a lift, he pressed his palms against the surface, putting the weight on his right hand, the one with all its fingers. As he stood, he tried to walk forward. With a wail equaling the one that emitted his body when he hugged his dead brother, he fell to the ground, trying to grab the foot that screamed in pain.

"You fuckers took my foot too." He cursed those who had killed his brother, and taken his body from him. Damn inventors of explosive weapons, damn intelligent androids with the ability to think before they died.

He pulled his body forward, fingers digging into the ground, teeth clenched in more pain then he had ever been in before. It had came to a point where he was wishing for death more then ever. He knew what he was looking for as he crawled, two thick sticks, and tough but flexible bark, and one longer thicker piece of wood. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. He would beat these injuries. He planned on casting up his foot and ankle, and making a crutch, to help him move as he got used to being mobile with one and a half feet.

[Ruhiel]

"Analyze battle sequence: Selipa vs. Gero and Android 20." Twenty commanded his CPU silently.

The android's eyesight was suddenly glazed over by the appearance of a video recording, complete with audio in surround sound inside the android's head. The machine's eyes swiveled about quickly, trying to absorb as much as possible as quickly as possible.

The pair had been laying low for many hours now, and it was becoming increasingly evident that the game was stepping up to be more and more deadly with each passing minute. The annoying high-pitched voice of Karl would systematically come over unseen loudspeakers across the island, and inform them all of those who had perished, and new danger zones, and based on the ever-growing list of casualties, there were not very many combatants left.

This was of course, all a part of the plan. Early aggression meant early injuries, weakening himself for when it really mattered: at the end. Gero had been foolish to be so headstrong in the past Dante's Abyss, to challenge anyone he felt he could defeat, with no thought of trying to survive in the long-run.

Krillin was up and about again, after having woken up rather suddenly from a bad nightmare it would seem. It involved people not taking him seriously, which made even Twenty laugh. Although, his laughter seemed to make the human freeze up, as if hit with an immense amount of deja vu or something like that.

Regardless, Twenty had noticed that Krillin was acting very strangely about him lately. When Gero had been in control, the bald man had always been very carefree, and chuckles all the time. Yet now, the android could see out of the corner of his eye that Krillin was chancing odd looks at the machine, as if not sure who he was.

This was understandable. Gero had been good friends with Krillin, and Twenty had never cordially met Krillin face-to-face before. True, the human knew of his existance no doubt, as Gero most likely had told Krillin before. Yet the human still seemed to be acting as much like his normal self as ever, which made him very hard to place where his intentions were laid. Twenty was normally not the trusting type, but he had fought alongside Krillin for so long, and actually been able to know him, although indirectly, that Twenty felt he could trust Krillin with his life.

His eyes were suddenly bombarded with the light of he and Gero's "Stellar Cataclysm" attack they had unleashed upon Selipa in that battle on Mercy-sei. They had unleashed such immense power that day, despite the fact that the saiyan had managed to survive. Twenty hungered to know how to tap that kind of energy again, but he could not realize the obvious answer as to why he alone could not.

His mind was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts, and away from the video recording of his battle with Selipa, caused by what was the rumblings of an incredible explosion in the distance.

"What was that?" Krillin asked after the rumblings began to fade, looking about himself, trying to place where the explosion had originated.

"People are dying." Twenty answered, almost speaking to himself, but then acknowledged Krillin quickly. "I don't know what that was, as that didn't sound like any ordinary explosion caused simply by ki energy. That was something huge, whatever it was. I'm glad we're staying out of that quagmire for now."