Post by Tomoka on Jan 21, 2018 22:27:08 GMT
He would sigh, yet another fight over, with barely any conflict. Things had been rather anticlimactic so far, and if he got through the finals with so little effort, he’d be banging his head on the ground when Porunga was summoned. But a wish was a wish, and how he got to it was still only a low priority.
WIth a sigh, he’d sit back on the stand, simply resting before the finals. He knew that a certain Collan Vixen and a Demon referring to himself as a magician were fighting now, and the other leagues he could care less about. Still though, he did take a look at some of the fighters, a few of which he found interesting.
In the major leagues, he couldn’t help but look on in disgust at the fighters. One was the dictatorial head of Earth, the self righteous droid named Vi-Poi, the other two were renditions of the apparent former queen, Zucceta, both of which he hated, but the one from the alternate universe did more than just make his blood boil… she frightened him. There was something about her, something in her demeanor, every action seemed malevolent.
Than, there was Pin. If there were a list of people he hated most in this universe, Pin would sit at the position right under Ginge: second. Had it not been for his arrival on that day, he would’ve taken the base back from the Saiyaness and her Majin pet, and the defense of Beppa would’ve been successful. The fact that there were TWO of them didn’t help at all.
While they didn’t affect his chances of winning, they interested him, in the way that if he had the chance, he would slaughter them without hesitation, given the opportunity. His rage would only grow if they actually won in their respective tiers. The downside of the major leagues was that it was a sure thing that a high class scumbag would win, whether it be one of the Zuccetas, Habana, or Vi-poi. In the mid leagues, however…
Not an uncommon site, but apparently, a half Saiyan was fighting in the tournament’s mid leagues. He’d take a look at the electronic pad he’d been given again, looking at some of her information, which seemed to line up with the Master Gira that his previous opponent had mentioned. “Interesting…” he’d mutter, before turning it off yet again. She seemed like too much of a goodie two shoes in his opinion, but at least she wasn’t fighting for the empire. Her strength was impressive, and from what he could guess, she was only going to make it grow further if she won the tournament.
Sighing, he’d sit back. “The only thing I can do now is win, get that wish, and… and after what he told me, I don’t know…” he’d say, before closing his, propping his head on his fist and his arm on his leg, allowing himself to rest before the finals began.
Gira
WIth a sigh, he’d sit back on the stand, simply resting before the finals. He knew that a certain Collan Vixen and a Demon referring to himself as a magician were fighting now, and the other leagues he could care less about. Still though, he did take a look at some of the fighters, a few of which he found interesting.
In the major leagues, he couldn’t help but look on in disgust at the fighters. One was the dictatorial head of Earth, the self righteous droid named Vi-Poi, the other two were renditions of the apparent former queen, Zucceta, both of which he hated, but the one from the alternate universe did more than just make his blood boil… she frightened him. There was something about her, something in her demeanor, every action seemed malevolent.
Than, there was Pin. If there were a list of people he hated most in this universe, Pin would sit at the position right under Ginge: second. Had it not been for his arrival on that day, he would’ve taken the base back from the Saiyaness and her Majin pet, and the defense of Beppa would’ve been successful. The fact that there were TWO of them didn’t help at all.
While they didn’t affect his chances of winning, they interested him, in the way that if he had the chance, he would slaughter them without hesitation, given the opportunity. His rage would only grow if they actually won in their respective tiers. The downside of the major leagues was that it was a sure thing that a high class scumbag would win, whether it be one of the Zuccetas, Habana, or Vi-poi. In the mid leagues, however…
Not an uncommon site, but apparently, a half Saiyan was fighting in the tournament’s mid leagues. He’d take a look at the electronic pad he’d been given again, looking at some of her information, which seemed to line up with the Master Gira that his previous opponent had mentioned. “Interesting…” he’d mutter, before turning it off yet again. She seemed like too much of a goodie two shoes in his opinion, but at least she wasn’t fighting for the empire. Her strength was impressive, and from what he could guess, she was only going to make it grow further if she won the tournament.
Sighing, he’d sit back. “The only thing I can do now is win, get that wish, and… and after what he told me, I don’t know…” he’d say, before closing his, propping his head on his fist and his arm on his leg, allowing himself to rest before the finals began.
Gira