SSJ-Mirai-Trunks - Just to set the record straight, Bardock is 11, Zucina is 13, Tora is 15.
Aqua Illusion - I don't mean for Tora to be an extreme pervert; he just acts like any other high school boy who has been deprived of extra time with members of the opposite sex! ^_^
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**Start of the Next Match! Bardock, Protector of the Weak**
Zucina (as Terrack) played it cool at first. "Hey, Dickhead. How're you?"
"You're pretty cocky for someone I'm going to gut like a fish!"
"You can't start a fight with me, unless it's a punishment. You'll get into trouble." Terrack smirked evilly. "Pity, I'd like the challenge!"
Nipper glared at him / her, and shoved Terrack into a trashcan nearby. She/he didn't struggle.
"What's going on here," demanded Rubaru. Most of the kids began to gather around. Bardock, pushing to the front, muttered to himself "Please don't be Zucina, please don't be Zucina . . ." He ducked under a tall Sayin's legs and groaned. "Argh! Its Zucina."
"Master Terrack here just knocked over a trash can, Sir! May I be the one to dispose of him?"
"That's a lie," yelled a kid, most likely new. "I saw the short guy get pushed by the big one!"
Nipper growled in agitation. He flung a ki bolt at the boy, who screamed in surprise. Before it landed on its target, another ki blast canceled it out.
The crowd parted away from Bardock, whose arm was still out-stretched and palm smoking. "That's not very nice, Nipper! The kids said what he saw, so let Terrack go!"
A sneer grew on Terrack's face. "I'll fight my own battles, Bardock!"
"Not against Nipper. You ain't got a clue how strong he is!"
"That's enough," shouted Rubaru. "If Nipper claims the boy kicked the trashcan, then he kicked the trashcan. Besides," he added, eyeing Terrack, "this boy finds particular enjoyment in breaking the rules! Nipper, proceed. And if anyone lays a hand on you as an assault in defense, that Sayin will be expelled!! This includes Terrack!!"
"Kami-sama has spoken," Tora yelled from the crowd in satire.
To Nipper, it was ideal. If Terrack fought back, he'd be expelled. If Bardock fought back, he'd be expelled! Nipper parted his legs and raised his arm to punch. Terrack, for all his/her confidence, sweated bullets, but tried to look passive.
Suddenly, a board from the floor leaped from its place, and nailed Nipper right between his legs (and I'm not referring to his tail! o).
Bardock lifted his leg from the board he kicked and stood tall. The crowd cheered, laughed, and groaned. Bardock grinned at Rubaru. "I never laid a hand on 'im!"
When Nipper got off the floor, he roared in anger. He charged at Bardock, who dodged the onslaught. The older Sayin was just too pissed to realize Bardock moved easily through the punches and fury.
"Nipper," yelled Rubaru. Nipper stopped. "Concentrate on the other runt! Bardock will be dealt with later!"
Nipper nodded and turned back to Terrack. Terrack braced him/herself for the blow, but felt a grab instead. He/She opened his/her eyes to see Bardock using himself as a shield to protect him/her. "Bardock, you dummy! What're you doing?"
Amused, Nipper powered a ki blast instead and sent it flying. It hit Bardock hard on the small of his back. Bardock winced in pain.
"Bardock!?!" screamed Terrack, forgetting to act like a boy.
Bardock looked up with a goofy, weakened expression (think of Goku, folks). "Heh! Told ya . . . he was stronger . . . then you thought."
Nipper proceeded to deal punch after punch after punch. He paused in between, so as not to let the pain of the last blow dull into the new; a true torture artist at work! And each time Bardock gave only a small grunt, no scream, occasionally a wince, his hands planted into the wall on either side of his cross-dressing friend.
Tora ran up to Rubaru. "Stop this! Make him stop!"
Rubaru only looked on. "The choice of weakness was Bardock's, not mine. If he chooses to suffer for such a person, I shall not hold him back."
"I meant Nipper!"
"I know, so did I. I shall not hold him back."
Tora bit his bottom lip and turned back to watch. Blood trickled down the boy's mouth, and he closed his eyes tightly to deal with the pain. It was too much! The ki blast to the back alone was enough to knock out a child his age, yet still he endured it. What was it, Tora wondered, that drove Bardock to do such a foolish thing? Loyalty? Stupidity? Daring? Rebellion? Whatever it was, Tora respected Bardock more than he had never respected anyone else before.
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Bardock regained consciousness slowly. His blurred vision informed him he was in his own bed. He groaned sorely. His back had been braced and wounds cleaned. It took him a couple more moments to realize that he was completely naked, and that Zucina was bandaging up his leg.
His tail bristled, grabbed the sheets, quickly wrapping himself up, ignoring the extreme pain, and jumped onto Tora's bed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!"
"Patching you up," replied Zucina non-chalantly. "You were pretty badly hurt-"
"DIDJA HAVE TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES!?!?!?!"
"Yes. Your back was bloody, so I cleaned you."
"You CLEANED ME?!?!?"
Zucina put her hands on her hips. "What is this, Twenty Questions?"
"But . . . I'M NAKED!!!!"
To this, she laughed. "Of course! How else could I get to your back? Tora took your clothes to the laundry room, and I took care of you. Now come back down here like a good boy and let me finish your leg!"
Bardock moved away. "This ain't right!! I'm a boy, your a girl . . . this AIN'T RIGHT!!!!" He tucked his head under his sheet.
Zucina smirked and sprung up onto the bed. "I seem to recall a similar conversation a couple of zurals ago."
"That was different! I didn't know, I didn't even CARE about pretty girls lookin' at me back then!!"
Something about that last phrase made Zucina's heart skip a beat, but she ignored it. "You'll hurt yourself even more at this rate!"
"I only got hurt 'cuz of you!"
"I didn't want you to help me, you bloody welp! In fact, its insulting that you did!"
Bardock peeked through the covers. "Insulting? To who?"
"To ME!! I refused to be looked upon as a weakling, and you did just that! I am not a damsel in distress for you to rescue!! Didn't you hear what the litluns* were saying!?! They called you a protector of the weak; LIKE I WAS WEAK!!!"
"HA! It's called 'Helping a Friend', Ms. Priss! Even the best of us need help sometimes!"
"Do NOT patronize ME!!" Zucina dug her fingers into the bed. Emotional pain filled her body. "You, above all, should understand the desire to be better then your station! To want to do summut* to prove you are not WEAK!!!"
"More then you'll ever know," Bardock responded quietly. He sighed, wrapped the sheet around him tightly, and sat up. "Listen, the best way to show your power isn't through random acts of mayhem! The tourny is only a couple a' weeks away. Let's all train together, the three of us, and make it to the top standings." He held out his hand as a truce. "Waddaya say?"
Instead of taking his hand, she touched the back of it. "I will train with you, my dearest friend, I will even fight beside you. But when we face each other, be it in the finals or not, I will not let you win." She ran her thumb along the back of her neck, where her hair had been cut. "In fact, I will do everything in my power to defeat you and reclaim my honor." Finally, she shook his hand.
Bardock, in turn, ran his thumb along his scar. He stared into the eyes of his long-time rival and ally. The passion raged like a fire within her soul, and it made his heart pound with excitement. He wanted to fight her in the ring, a true battle, to make up for their first. The pact was set; the two bonded Sayins remained as they were, their fiery hearts in sync.
"Toga party?"
Tora had arrived in light of yet another awkward scene. But this time, Zucina and Bardock were too emotionally drained to protest. The third had broken their eye contact, and as a result the younger two just wanted to go to bed. "Oh, sod off*," Zucina exclaimed.
"Didja hear? The tournament is going to be broken down to two sets for the lower classes: Boys VS Boys and Girls VS Girls."
"Which are you entering, 'Terrack,'" Bardock asked Zucina.
Her eyes narrowed on him, and a smirk plastered her face. "Which ever one you are!"
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* - "litluns," "summut," and "sod off!" are British slang for "kids," "something," and "fuck off!"
Hey! Bardock here!
The next tournament is going to be a lot harder to get into, now the only boys enter our division. But that's not what worries me. I'm scheduled to fight Tora right off the bat! But who will Zucina face?
The second tournament begins next time on DragonballBC: A True Test of Friendship; Friend VS Friend
Aqua Illusion - I don't mean for Tora to be an extreme pervert; he just acts like any other high school boy who has been deprived of extra time with members of the opposite sex! ^_^
*********************Episode 18**********************
**Start of the Next Match! Bardock, Protector of the Weak**
Zucina (as Terrack) played it cool at first. "Hey, Dickhead. How're you?"
"You're pretty cocky for someone I'm going to gut like a fish!"
"You can't start a fight with me, unless it's a punishment. You'll get into trouble." Terrack smirked evilly. "Pity, I'd like the challenge!"
Nipper glared at him / her, and shoved Terrack into a trashcan nearby. She/he didn't struggle.
"What's going on here," demanded Rubaru. Most of the kids began to gather around. Bardock, pushing to the front, muttered to himself "Please don't be Zucina, please don't be Zucina . . ." He ducked under a tall Sayin's legs and groaned. "Argh! Its Zucina."
"Master Terrack here just knocked over a trash can, Sir! May I be the one to dispose of him?"
"That's a lie," yelled a kid, most likely new. "I saw the short guy get pushed by the big one!"
Nipper growled in agitation. He flung a ki bolt at the boy, who screamed in surprise. Before it landed on its target, another ki blast canceled it out.
The crowd parted away from Bardock, whose arm was still out-stretched and palm smoking. "That's not very nice, Nipper! The kids said what he saw, so let Terrack go!"
A sneer grew on Terrack's face. "I'll fight my own battles, Bardock!"
"Not against Nipper. You ain't got a clue how strong he is!"
"That's enough," shouted Rubaru. "If Nipper claims the boy kicked the trashcan, then he kicked the trashcan. Besides," he added, eyeing Terrack, "this boy finds particular enjoyment in breaking the rules! Nipper, proceed. And if anyone lays a hand on you as an assault in defense, that Sayin will be expelled!! This includes Terrack!!"
"Kami-sama has spoken," Tora yelled from the crowd in satire.
To Nipper, it was ideal. If Terrack fought back, he'd be expelled. If Bardock fought back, he'd be expelled! Nipper parted his legs and raised his arm to punch. Terrack, for all his/her confidence, sweated bullets, but tried to look passive.
Suddenly, a board from the floor leaped from its place, and nailed Nipper right between his legs (and I'm not referring to his tail! o).
Bardock lifted his leg from the board he kicked and stood tall. The crowd cheered, laughed, and groaned. Bardock grinned at Rubaru. "I never laid a hand on 'im!"
When Nipper got off the floor, he roared in anger. He charged at Bardock, who dodged the onslaught. The older Sayin was just too pissed to realize Bardock moved easily through the punches and fury.
"Nipper," yelled Rubaru. Nipper stopped. "Concentrate on the other runt! Bardock will be dealt with later!"
Nipper nodded and turned back to Terrack. Terrack braced him/herself for the blow, but felt a grab instead. He/She opened his/her eyes to see Bardock using himself as a shield to protect him/her. "Bardock, you dummy! What're you doing?"
Amused, Nipper powered a ki blast instead and sent it flying. It hit Bardock hard on the small of his back. Bardock winced in pain.
"Bardock!?!" screamed Terrack, forgetting to act like a boy.
Bardock looked up with a goofy, weakened expression (think of Goku, folks). "Heh! Told ya . . . he was stronger . . . then you thought."
Nipper proceeded to deal punch after punch after punch. He paused in between, so as not to let the pain of the last blow dull into the new; a true torture artist at work! And each time Bardock gave only a small grunt, no scream, occasionally a wince, his hands planted into the wall on either side of his cross-dressing friend.
Tora ran up to Rubaru. "Stop this! Make him stop!"
Rubaru only looked on. "The choice of weakness was Bardock's, not mine. If he chooses to suffer for such a person, I shall not hold him back."
"I meant Nipper!"
"I know, so did I. I shall not hold him back."
Tora bit his bottom lip and turned back to watch. Blood trickled down the boy's mouth, and he closed his eyes tightly to deal with the pain. It was too much! The ki blast to the back alone was enough to knock out a child his age, yet still he endured it. What was it, Tora wondered, that drove Bardock to do such a foolish thing? Loyalty? Stupidity? Daring? Rebellion? Whatever it was, Tora respected Bardock more than he had never respected anyone else before.
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Bardock regained consciousness slowly. His blurred vision informed him he was in his own bed. He groaned sorely. His back had been braced and wounds cleaned. It took him a couple more moments to realize that he was completely naked, and that Zucina was bandaging up his leg.
His tail bristled, grabbed the sheets, quickly wrapping himself up, ignoring the extreme pain, and jumped onto Tora's bed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!"
"Patching you up," replied Zucina non-chalantly. "You were pretty badly hurt-"
"DIDJA HAVE TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES!?!?!?!"
"Yes. Your back was bloody, so I cleaned you."
"You CLEANED ME?!?!?"
Zucina put her hands on her hips. "What is this, Twenty Questions?"
"But . . . I'M NAKED!!!!"
To this, she laughed. "Of course! How else could I get to your back? Tora took your clothes to the laundry room, and I took care of you. Now come back down here like a good boy and let me finish your leg!"
Bardock moved away. "This ain't right!! I'm a boy, your a girl . . . this AIN'T RIGHT!!!!" He tucked his head under his sheet.
Zucina smirked and sprung up onto the bed. "I seem to recall a similar conversation a couple of zurals ago."
"That was different! I didn't know, I didn't even CARE about pretty girls lookin' at me back then!!"
Something about that last phrase made Zucina's heart skip a beat, but she ignored it. "You'll hurt yourself even more at this rate!"
"I only got hurt 'cuz of you!"
"I didn't want you to help me, you bloody welp! In fact, its insulting that you did!"
Bardock peeked through the covers. "Insulting? To who?"
"To ME!! I refused to be looked upon as a weakling, and you did just that! I am not a damsel in distress for you to rescue!! Didn't you hear what the litluns* were saying!?! They called you a protector of the weak; LIKE I WAS WEAK!!!"
"HA! It's called 'Helping a Friend', Ms. Priss! Even the best of us need help sometimes!"
"Do NOT patronize ME!!" Zucina dug her fingers into the bed. Emotional pain filled her body. "You, above all, should understand the desire to be better then your station! To want to do summut* to prove you are not WEAK!!!"
"More then you'll ever know," Bardock responded quietly. He sighed, wrapped the sheet around him tightly, and sat up. "Listen, the best way to show your power isn't through random acts of mayhem! The tourny is only a couple a' weeks away. Let's all train together, the three of us, and make it to the top standings." He held out his hand as a truce. "Waddaya say?"
Instead of taking his hand, she touched the back of it. "I will train with you, my dearest friend, I will even fight beside you. But when we face each other, be it in the finals or not, I will not let you win." She ran her thumb along the back of her neck, where her hair had been cut. "In fact, I will do everything in my power to defeat you and reclaim my honor." Finally, she shook his hand.
Bardock, in turn, ran his thumb along his scar. He stared into the eyes of his long-time rival and ally. The passion raged like a fire within her soul, and it made his heart pound with excitement. He wanted to fight her in the ring, a true battle, to make up for their first. The pact was set; the two bonded Sayins remained as they were, their fiery hearts in sync.
"Toga party?"
Tora had arrived in light of yet another awkward scene. But this time, Zucina and Bardock were too emotionally drained to protest. The third had broken their eye contact, and as a result the younger two just wanted to go to bed. "Oh, sod off*," Zucina exclaimed.
"Didja hear? The tournament is going to be broken down to two sets for the lower classes: Boys VS Boys and Girls VS Girls."
"Which are you entering, 'Terrack,'" Bardock asked Zucina.
Her eyes narrowed on him, and a smirk plastered her face. "Which ever one you are!"
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* - "litluns," "summut," and "sod off!" are British slang for "kids," "something," and "fuck off!"
Hey! Bardock here!
The next tournament is going to be a lot harder to get into, now the only boys enter our division. But that's not what worries me. I'm scheduled to fight Tora right off the bat! But who will Zucina face?
The second tournament begins next time on DragonballBC: A True Test of Friendship; Friend VS Friend