Summary- Bull and TankDragon ponder Everything and want to blow stuff up. But not yet, not in this chapter! Bwa.

Disclaimer- TankDragon is mine. If I owned Zoids, Bull would have been the main character because he is the most fucking awesome character ever. Bull is so hardcore because he piloted a Guysack, has blooish hair, and is the most adorable shit in existence. Argue with that logic, I dare you.

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Bull loved blowing shit up. TankDragon loved blowing shit up too. It was late (or early, who knew?) and both man and beast had way too many fruity pretty drinks the color of radioactive waste and neon signs. It was a night to go out, live, and completely fuck up as much stuff as they could.

Bull had a King Gojulas. TankDragon had a Mad Thunder. Causing things to explode was as easy as counting to three. But then again, Zoids were so overrated on this fucking planet and Bull wanted to destroy stuff with no more then a lighter and like maybe some fuel or junk. TankDragon pointed out the faulty logic in that, that a lighter and fuel was weak and no match for tons and tons of epic bullets and laaaaaazers.

In retort, Bull jumbled something about fur, or TankDragon being a stupid furry beast, or something equally stupid and intelligible. Organoids couldn't get drunk, but TankDragon couldn't find anything better then acting drunk. Unlike Bull, who was completely, totally, utterly, 100% fucked-up high as high wasted and gone, no questions asked, no ifs ands or buts.

"Dude, watch. Are you watching? Hey, hey, look. Fucker, look at this." Bull giggled, wobbling on his feet and pointing down at whatever he had written in the sand. It had taken him the better part of an hour to write some monstrously huge word out of gunpowder and gasoline, in which TankDragon had only been watching and no helping.

She pulled her lips back in a sly grin, not yet baring her full set of glittery silver teeth. ~I see it. But what does it say?~ In truth, she could always fly up and found out herself, but it was endless entertaining to watch Bull stumble through an explanation.

"Word. To like, fucks out there and stuff. Yanno, them. Like….like, man, I dunno. Come 'ere and set this shit on fire." Bull glowered and pointed a finger at the gunpowder and gasoline. TankDragon raised a brow, but made no obvious sign to get up.

~What do you saaaaaaay?~ She drawled. Bull gave her his most evil drunken stare, which wasn't very effective seeing as he wasn't even looking at her.

"Oh my God I will go over 'ere and strangle you, you furry…..thing." Bull rambled. He said more, but it was lost as he ran out of air and resorted to staring at the pile with a look of intense longing. TankDragon rolled her eyes, huffed in annoyance, but heaved herself to her paws and padded over to Bull.

~This better be good.~ She scoffed, before inhaling a day of air and shooting a stream of orange, red and pink flame out of her maw.

The pile caught fire instantly, and Bull let out a whoop as the night sky was suddenly ablaze in a sea of color. TankDragon recoiled a bit; the brightness hurt her eyes. But not Bull, Bull ran after the trail of flame, urging it to go faster as if it could understand his commands. TankDragon sighed, ears pinning back as the glow sent an orangey tint flowing across her dark brown fur.

Bull was sitting on the sand, about ten feet from the crackling, roaring fire when TankDragon finally caught up to him. She sat back on her haunches and gazed at fire, with Bull, no speaking, only the thunder of nature's most powerful element. It was strangely calm, out here alone in the desert, just the two of them. The King Gojulas and Mad Thunder were about a quarter mile or so away, in whatever direction. They could find them later.

~What does it say?~ TankDragon questioned, snorting sand off her silver claws. Bull dug his hands into the cold gold grains, giving a lopsided shrug.

"Blow me."

~Seriously.~

Bull gave her a wide, drunken grin, his teeth pearly white in the fire's glow, with a hint of color. "Seriously. Its my motto, 'yanno?" Bull tugged his hand free of the sand's grip and waved it toward the flames. "Fuck, how many years had it been? Whatever, this is the day Rosso disbanded the gang and went to play lapdog to that kid."

TankDragon quickly calculated in her head. ~Ah-huh. So it is.~

"They never saw anything in me. I was just a stupid kid. And I never did anything right, not to them, so they can just blow me," Bull spat the last words out, his gray eyes harsh and hateful. "Hope those fuckers are dead."

TankDragon was all too familiar with Bull's past. It hurt him on both a mental and emotional scale, as well as screwed him up as far as redeeming himself. The Organoid whined low in her throat, bumping Bull's elbow with her nose. Seeing him like this, so suddenly sad and unhappy, was plain wrong. Bull was never depressed, not like this.

~Well hey, look at you now! You have a King Gojulas…..and…and…an Organoid!~ TankDragon wiggled her tail in the sand. ~I think, imho, you came a long way. I bet none of those guys have awesome Zoids.~ She ended her speech with authority that begged anyone or anything to correct her. Bull leaned back on his hands, watching the flames with a blank look on his face.

TankDragon prodded him again. ~You know what? Lets go wreck something. Like old ruins, or a lost city, or whatever.~ She suggested, getting to her paws. Destruction equaled happiness, and luckily was free of charge.

"Is it a good motto? A good philosophy to live by?" Bull looked up at TankDragon, one eyebrow raised and he looked so cute and innocent for probably the first time in over five years. TankDragon paused, considering. It was barbaric and rude, but oddly blunt and truthful. She found herself bobbing her head in a nod.

~It's the best I heard.~ She helped Bull to his feet. ~Now let's get those stupid mechs and blow shit up, alright?

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END OF WUT UP #2. TUNE IN L8ER FOLKS.