Juunangou
Big surprise. Yamucha lost; he always does.
So this guy's an international star -- anytime I turn the radio on, all they can talk of are his exploits in the sports world; he has fans, a line of sports wear, his own baseball card. He'd be filthy rich if he knew how to handle his money. Physically, he's in the top 99.99 percentile of humans, even still. But here he is, trying to measure up beside Super Saiyajin, arguably the most powerful beings in the universe, and he's going to ashamed when he can't. Now true that to be Jinzoningen, or even Saiyajin is vastly preferable to human, but we can't all be prefect, and being the best of what he is, however pathetic that best might be, he ought not to give himself so much heart ache over it.
He's bleeding badly -- most likely bad enough to die from it -- but they lug him back into the group, surrounding him protectively, as good friends should, and I suppose he'll be given a sensu, assuming they had the forethought to bring some. Anyway, I couldn't care less what happens to him; the lizard-girl, dog and monkey are so much more interesting. Hell, I should start a circus.
But what a mess! What a fiasco! Yamucha was beaten and as good as dead besides, and Son jumped in, though whether he did so under his own will I doubt, but rather on impulse. I didn't quite see it, but I believe he struck the Inujin just before she ripped Yamucha's throat out, handed him into the arms of the others and whirled back to Aiken, all in less than a blink if an eye. She's on the ground and out cold; with all her fur it's impossible to tell where he hit her, but the standard trick is in the back of the neck. Most people can't understand the level of restraint required to simply manipulate an environment designed for weak beings, let alone the minute degree of concentration and control between knocking her out and taking her head off at the neck. It's next to nothing, the difference.
It's always hard to judge when Son's sense of mercy will strike, but I doubt he would have killed her then, down the way she was. But Frigid doesn't know from Son Goku's habits, so certainly she'd expected him to behave reasonably and kill the Inujin. She moved between he and Aiken, standing over the unconscious Inujin, her tail lashing back and forth slowly, in a calm, calculating manner.
She's agitated, but hides it very well -- don't think Son notices and she ain't going to tell. He stands across from her, hands clutched in fists at his sides, face set hard. Her's are crossed coolly over her chest; she nearly looks bored. What an actress; what an artist!
"My, my," she said, glancing down at Aiken, movements cold and well timed, though it's clear those of us who are paying attention that she's also checking the Inujin's status, how badly she's hurt and so on. Frigid looked to the group, where Yamucha stood, healed but crest fallen, then turned to Son disapprovingly. "You don't follow the rules very well, do you?" she said. Ha! So she can't call them all; Son does nothing /but/. I'm actually rather surprised he stepped in myself. "Well, you seem untrustworthy, but perhaps it's only that you didn't understand..." Low blow! I do like her. "Lets just say that you and I fight, so to prevent confusion, you know, and the winner can deal with the other's followers afterward. Fair enough?"
"You'll lose," Son said. Obviously -- I'm halfway convinced she knows that herself. "I don't really want to fight you, you know, anyway." He shrugged. "You don't have to."
"Yeah," she said. "Let's get started." And with that she handed her scouter to the blue chick, and ascended, high above the rest, not jumping but raising smoothly, and landed on a distant cliff, Son following her. She must expect fireworks, and wants to be a safe distance from the others, Aiken exspeically, but maybe she hasn't fought too much -- at least against people of Son's caliber -- because her back's now facing directly toward the ship, only a wall of rock in-between. Not too smart...
Big surprise. Yamucha lost; he always does.
So this guy's an international star -- anytime I turn the radio on, all they can talk of are his exploits in the sports world; he has fans, a line of sports wear, his own baseball card. He'd be filthy rich if he knew how to handle his money. Physically, he's in the top 99.99 percentile of humans, even still. But here he is, trying to measure up beside Super Saiyajin, arguably the most powerful beings in the universe, and he's going to ashamed when he can't. Now true that to be Jinzoningen, or even Saiyajin is vastly preferable to human, but we can't all be prefect, and being the best of what he is, however pathetic that best might be, he ought not to give himself so much heart ache over it.
He's bleeding badly -- most likely bad enough to die from it -- but they lug him back into the group, surrounding him protectively, as good friends should, and I suppose he'll be given a sensu, assuming they had the forethought to bring some. Anyway, I couldn't care less what happens to him; the lizard-girl, dog and monkey are so much more interesting. Hell, I should start a circus.
But what a mess! What a fiasco! Yamucha was beaten and as good as dead besides, and Son jumped in, though whether he did so under his own will I doubt, but rather on impulse. I didn't quite see it, but I believe he struck the Inujin just before she ripped Yamucha's throat out, handed him into the arms of the others and whirled back to Aiken, all in less than a blink if an eye. She's on the ground and out cold; with all her fur it's impossible to tell where he hit her, but the standard trick is in the back of the neck. Most people can't understand the level of restraint required to simply manipulate an environment designed for weak beings, let alone the minute degree of concentration and control between knocking her out and taking her head off at the neck. It's next to nothing, the difference.
It's always hard to judge when Son's sense of mercy will strike, but I doubt he would have killed her then, down the way she was. But Frigid doesn't know from Son Goku's habits, so certainly she'd expected him to behave reasonably and kill the Inujin. She moved between he and Aiken, standing over the unconscious Inujin, her tail lashing back and forth slowly, in a calm, calculating manner.
She's agitated, but hides it very well -- don't think Son notices and she ain't going to tell. He stands across from her, hands clutched in fists at his sides, face set hard. Her's are crossed coolly over her chest; she nearly looks bored. What an actress; what an artist!
"My, my," she said, glancing down at Aiken, movements cold and well timed, though it's clear those of us who are paying attention that she's also checking the Inujin's status, how badly she's hurt and so on. Frigid looked to the group, where Yamucha stood, healed but crest fallen, then turned to Son disapprovingly. "You don't follow the rules very well, do you?" she said. Ha! So she can't call them all; Son does nothing /but/. I'm actually rather surprised he stepped in myself. "Well, you seem untrustworthy, but perhaps it's only that you didn't understand..." Low blow! I do like her. "Lets just say that you and I fight, so to prevent confusion, you know, and the winner can deal with the other's followers afterward. Fair enough?"
"You'll lose," Son said. Obviously -- I'm halfway convinced she knows that herself. "I don't really want to fight you, you know, anyway." He shrugged. "You don't have to."
"Yeah," she said. "Let's get started." And with that she handed her scouter to the blue chick, and ascended, high above the rest, not jumping but raising smoothly, and landed on a distant cliff, Son following her. She must expect fireworks, and wants to be a safe distance from the others, Aiken exspeically, but maybe she hasn't fought too much -- at least against people of Son's caliber -- because her back's now facing directly toward the ship, only a wall of rock in-between. Not too smart...