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Blood Fest
"This is a surprise…" Eagle mutters as he walks beside his brother, "never had one to give them self up."
"I know…" Hawk stops walking, "what's the catch?"
"None whatsoever, it's strange." The two walk in silence a bit before Hawk speaks again.
"Well, he must have a reason…"
"Maybe, he wants to die," Eagle states, "but that's just me…" Hawk lets out a small grunt and looks ahead. The figure slumps forward, refusing to take his gaze from the ground. His tail, long and forms a crescent moon on the end, lies straight down and meets his black hoofed feet. His mahogany colored fur covers his body. His human hands remain at his side, refusing to move. Two tan and black tipped bullhorns extend from his head, before his pointed ears. A Mohawk type hairstyle grows from the end of his neck to a curve over his forehead; the color is a very light blue green with magenta roots. He tried to cover the original tan coloring but didn't do very well. He has a cow like face, but a soft, rounded cat-like nose. His ice blue eyes peer back at his captors.
"Keep moving, bovine," the creature snorts at Eagle's comment, but obeys. He didn't like the fact he was captured, but there's not much he can do…or wants too…
"Stop," the creature holds his place. Eagle walks up and presses onto a console; a door opens to see a guard waiting. Hawk pulls his list out from earlier.
"Let's see…send the guy to Cell Four," the fox twin looks over the list, "that makes seven. The Cell is full."
"Really, what others are complete?" Hawk looks to his brother and back to the list.
"Cells Two, Four, and Seven. Not many but with that gang coming in later, we'll only have one left."
"Perfect! And if Zephyr brings the guy in we'll be ready for tomorrow's beginning service!"
"Eagle! Hawk!" the two look over at a guard, "Crew One is five light years and closing. They request your being there when they dock." The twins smile.
"Of course, lead the way!" Eagle says.
He stands there, laying his head against the bars. Shin walks over to the being.
"Well, hello, what's your name?" The creature heaves a sigh.
"Deziday, not that it matters…" the beast replies and leans further into the metal.
"What's with the depressed look?" Sausa calls from cage across theirs.
"That's none of your business, now is it?" says Deziday, his tail moves lightly at his ankles.
"Sounds like you've…" Twodya starts.
"…Had problems…"Duoasim finishes. Deziday steadies his gaze to the connected brothers.
"That's not important," he turns his back to them, "it's in the past…"
"As with all of us…" Anonavon mutters from Cell Five, "some more than others." The beast shrugs the comment off and stalks over to a corner.
"Well, isn't this amusing? Staring at the walls…" Blayke smiles slightly, "or at the freak show rejects." Puipui snarls at her slightly, rubbing his arm where she bit him yesterday.
"Just stay where you are, bitch!"
"Happily will do," is her curt reply. Goku sits in silence, listening to the conversations held by the others. Even though nothing has truly happened, he can't shake off the feeling that something is wrong. That dream…it's still haunting me… He looks up at the opening again. And that arena…what's its purpose? Leaning in a corner, he slumps to the ground. Guess we'll find out soon enough.
Hawk and Eagle wait at the loading dock as a ship touches down.
"It's about time!" Eagle calls out to the captain, who just laughs back, "Are they with you?"
"They better be!" the captain calls out as he descends from the ship, "took forever to find them, though. They were on tour at the moment."
"Better cancel their shows because they're not leaving here," Hawk giggles and then firms up, "now then, let's get them out here." A door on the side of the ship opens to reveal its metal interior. One of the captives steps onto a ramp leading out of the ship, his hands in cuffs and a chain around his neck. A crewmember of the ship moves the being along.
"Hey now, not so tight on the chain!" The crewman pulls on the chain harder. The captive stumbles slightly from the pain but regains footing.
"Keep moving, you mouse!" the man snarls. Suddenly, the captive looks over his should to his captive. Even with his thick bangs, the guard can see the left eye of the rat glaring at him. The large brown scar over his eye is the most noticeable trait on the rodent's face.
"Being a sewer rat, I take high offense to that comment!" The rat turns his gaze away and walks on. The crewman snarls slightly and grabs onto the rat's spiky white hair.
"How about I tear a chunk of your hair out?" the man snarls.
"How about I gnaw your arm off?" the rat retorts before he tries to bite the man. The crewmember lets go of the rodent's hair.
"Well, well, well, aren't we a noticeable creature," Hawk says.
The rat is white all over except for his muzzle and underside, which is blue, the color of the month. He has thick bangs that curl over his eyes, but the rest of his hair is spiky. His right ear has three notches cut out, one on the top and two on the bottom. His left has two on the bottom and a part of his ear torn off on the top. His feet are like paws except the toes are pink flesh with light tan claws on them. A skinny black tail with a frayed end swings agitatedly behind him. His most popular trademark is the black spiked collar on his neck and the markings on his body. On his right hand is a carved marijuana plant and on his left is a black hawk. On his left shoulder is a torn heart and at the end of his neck on the right is a symbol.
Hawk walks over to the rodent and forces the rat to bend down so he can get a good look at the marking. It's a fang in a circle, a black line trails behind it from one end of the circle to the other. A row of dashes stream vertically down, even over the fang.
"Dead Sight, correct?"
"Yeah, we're a gang/band," the rodent mutters, "What's it to ya?"
"Well," Hawk points to the dagger on his arm, "I'm Lost Clan." If the rat could've been paler, he would have. He remains silent as the guard leads him away.
"And the next one, please," shrills Hawk. The next being is larger than the rat, and ten times more muscular. He has a freckled human face with a salmon colored lion's nose and pointed ears. Two sky blue eyes contrast against his yellowish red violet hair. His hair darts in all directions and is thick around his neck and shoulders, and he wears a light blue headband with a yellow center. Large scars appear on his forehead, neck, and arms, the only seen ones at least. His entire skin color is a brownish yellow, except for the large bat-like wings on his back that are brown blue green. Small white spikes line down the edge of his wings but two large black spikes protrude at the joint where the wings fold. Hawk forces him down and tears off the fabric on the right side of the creature's sleeveless shirt.
"Another member of the Dead Sights," he looks to the captain, "so far, so good. Next one!" The next figure looks like a normal human only with pointed ears and gray-brown skin. His feet consist of three talon toes and his hands have clawed tips. A black triangle appears on his forehead between his eyes, which have yellow irises with red centers and small cat slit pupils. A large black splotch also appears on both shoulders. His fire red hair is thick and spiked all the way down to the Mohawk end on the back of his neck. He also wears a headband, but his is straight blue. Hawk checks for the mark and marks him down.
"Next person," Eagle says.
"Hey! That's my line!"
"Oh well," Eagle laughs at his brother. A snarl is heard from inside as a crewmember pulls on a chain. Struggling against the force is a medium dog-sized creature. He has a small bear-like muzzle and two rounded ears. His left eye is huge and yellow with a large slit pupil while his right has a violet iris and bushy eyebrow to form expressions easier. His hands have four fingers with claws and resemble the articulation of an ape's. His back legs can be used for upright walking, but not for long distances. Each hind foot connects to three large white talons. His smooth tail sticks out a bit then quickly bends up. His entire body is covered in deep cerulean color except for the fur on his head. His 'hair' is shaped into a jagged Mohawk with stuck out end and a thick to narrow end on the back of his neck. The color is a swirl of bright green and magenta.
At the moment, his mouth is in a muzzle as he growls ferociously, leaping at a crewmember every now and then. The crew jumps back slightly as the creature lashes out, claws extended. Hawk and Eagle watch impatiently at the show.
"I swear, this will be the last time we hire non-Clan members to do this job," Eagle mutters.
"No kidding," is his brother's reply. A guard steps forward and forcefully jerks on the chain, bringing the beast into submission. As it's lead away, Hawk can see the symbol on the creature.
"Well, we have the side members, but do we have the leader? I heard he could put up a good survival fight."
"Don't worry, Hawk," Eagle laughs at his brother. "I believe we saved the 'best' for last." The last member, or the leader, walks out without a fight. He knew if he struggled, his friends might be killed…and he's lost enough of those.
He looks like an adult man and has gray-blue tangled hair that's thick all the way down to his shoulders. On each side of his neck are three green stripes that trail down to the nape. His semi-curved dog-ears, the same color as his hair, extend from his tresses, three metal studs in the right and gold ring on the left. He, too, has clawed hands, like so many others, but he also has a long tail. The tail is covered in just skin except for the hair-colored fur at the beginning and on the tip. Three red rings are also near the base of his tail. Around his neck he wears his most treasured possession, a silver knife hanging off a matching silver chain.
"The leader, I presume?" Eagle smiles.
"At the moment, but things can change," the being says. "As they have before."
"I suppose so…take him to the others!" A guard comes up and leads the chained man away. As soon as the group is gone, the captain of the ship comes forward.
"Uh, sirs, if you don't mind, we were wondering if…" he looks over his shoulder to see his crew urging him on, "if, we could have our payment now for helping." The twins look to each and then turn to them with a friendly smile on their faces.
"Why of course!" they both chime. The captain and his crew relax slightly, never realizing the twins are drawing swords from behind their backs.
A creature feasts on a dead animal, joyously savoring his now freedom. He saw the Clan member's ship leave, apparently giving up on him and now pursuing another. He tears another chunk of flesh out and starts to eat that.
"Stupid bastard even left this kill behi…" he quickly jumps, "no, he just wouldn't leave a kill behind. He's a Lost Clan member! Something's not right! Something's n…ot riiii…ght—" He collapses onto the ground. From a high distance in the trees, Zephyr laughs at his victory. He leaps down from his perch and lands beside the snoozing creature.
"Man, I can't believe you're asleep. I put enough cyanide in that one animal to kill a large planet's entire population! Oh well," he picks up the being, "can't be choosy, now can I?" He descends into the forest and comes to a patch of trees.
"Remove illusion," he says to a comlink being worn on his wrist. The trees quickly disappear to show a large ship in its place. Zephyr takes his catch inside and drops the being into a cage. He walks up the driver's seat and sees a small red light on.
"Oh goody! I got a message!" he presses onto a switch and listens.
"Hello there! I'm here to offer…beep!" Zephyr deletes the message.
"Stupid telemarketer! I must remember to kill them sometime," he waits for the next message.
"Zephyr," a familiar voice rings through the intercom, "this is Odlaven. I thought you might like to know that we have the Dead Sight gang and are all waiting on you. Please don't fail us." The message cuts off.
"We have them all…" a smile spreads across his face. "You hear that?!" he calls over to the sleeping figure, "We're ready! With you complete the set! We have them all!!" He revs the engine on the ship and rockets to home base, laughing at the glorious events to come.
"Keep moving! Keep moving!" a guard snarls.
"All right! All right, I'm going! Sheesh!" the rat mutters.
"Stop it, Jori," the leader says, "or they might kill you here."
"What's the point, Dyvin, they're gonna kill us anyway," the fire-haired man snaps.
"Listen, Pyros, even though we're caught, I'm still leader and my order is for you all to remain silent!" Dyvin hisses back. Pyros walks on with the winged giant by his side. Jori follows behind the two with a displeased look on his face.
"Sometimes I regret Frait dying. At least we wouldn't have gotten caught," the rat mutters to the other two. Dyvin slows in his walk. He almost came to a halt but the guard pushes him forward. The smallest member of the pack walks over to him and whimpers.
"No, Mutt, I'm fine…just fine." He walks the rest of the distance in silence.
"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen! Nobody knows my sorrow!"
"Shuttup, you two-headed fools!!" Twodya and Duoasim immediately halt in their strange duet and stare at Vegeta.
"Hmph!" they both snort. "If you wanted us quiet, all you have to do is ask!" And with those words, they pace a bit and curl up in a corner of the cell. Within in seconds, the main door is thrown open.
"Excuse me, my stay hasn't been nearly as satisfactory as I would like," Jeice calls from the door of his cell. Some of the others laugh at Jeice's comment. Eagle looks at the red alien and laughs along with him slightly, just before he smashes a fist across the Ginyu member's head. The white haired fighter collides onto the cement floor on his side. Even though he's an enemy, Goten quickly attends to Jeice.
"Make all the jokes you want," Eagle snarls to the room. 'It won't take long to smear those smiles off your faces." Hawk enters the room and bows.
"Thank you for your participation so far, as I would like to introduce the newest members to our league." Everyone ignores the twins as the newly captured troop is marched inside and forced to their respectable cages. At the room's entrance, the smallest member halts and starts frantically looking around. Bounding to a cell, the animal paws in whimpering. Shin notices him first.
"Uh, hello there. What's wrong?"
"Him, him!" it says between whines. The kai stares at the creature.
"Who are you trying to get?" The animal is quickly silenced when Eagle comes and kicks the creature in the ribs.
"Move it, beast!"
"Stop it!" The leader grabs the animal before the fox can inflict more damage. An uneasy quietness settles in the room. Eagle looks straight at the tattooed figure.
"What…did you say to me?" The leader glares straight back at Eagle, but a little nervousness shows in his eyes. Eagle suddenly turns his gaze away and turns towards the back of the room. The blue haired man looks towards the kai who's watching the whole thing.
"Is he okay?" Shin asks.
"Yeah, he's fine. Mutt's been through wor…st…" The man looks to the back of the cell at the others. His attention is immediately caught.
"Babidi?" The wizard looks over at the newcomer, but shows no interest. "Babidi, it's me, Dyvin!" A look of shock crosses the Babidi's face. Before he can reply, Dyvin is quickly kicked in the side, causing him, with Mutt clasped in his arms, to skid across the concrete floor. Eagle lets out a small snort at the leader.
"Idiot! Did you think I was going to let you backtalk me?" He looks to a guard. "Put them in cells. I don't care which ones, just do it!" Eagle stalks out of the room. Hawk turns around and looks at the fallen Dyvin.
"Shame! Shame!" he says, waving his finger at the dog-eared being before taking off after his peeved brother. The guard follows the directions and separates the entire group. In his cell, Dyvin slowly rolls over onto his back.
"Ooooww…" he says with a small whimper. Videl walks over to him.
"Are you all right?" she asks. A smile breaks across the man's face.
"Must be Heaven, 'cause I'm looking at the prettiest angel of them all," the man says to Videl's surprise.
"Hey, that's my wife!" Gohan's voice rings out from two cells over. Dyvin sits up and lets out a laugh.
"Sorry, dude, but hey! Can't blame a guy for trying! Congrats on your relationship!" He turns his face to Videl. "Interesting guy you got." Videl laughs slightly and helps the newcomer up. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she replies. Anonavon watches the scene and lets out a small growl.
"Sooo," the jackal creeps forward. "From what I saw a minute ago, it seems you know someone in the front cell across from us."
"That I do!" Dyvin replies cheerfully.
"I know him too!" a fire haired man laughs from the cell across theirs. Anonavon snarls anger in his voice and stalks to the back of the cell. In the front of the room, 17 looks curiously towards the back and then to a particular member of their group.
"What? More enemies we should know about?" the android asks aloud. Babidi glares back at 17, but ignores it.
"Not really," he replies. "More like old friends." 17 looks in shock.
"Oh my…you actually had friends? Wow! Contact the presses! Armageddon has arrived!" The wizard growls quietly but decides it's not best to fight with the android.
"More people," Cell mutters. "Again, I wonder what the point of this is!"
"Man," Recoome looks forwards. "This s…" He suddenly notices everyone in his cell is staring at him. "…Never mind…"
"Well, think of it this way." Almost everyone turns his or her attention to Krillen. "At least it can't get any worse." Suddenly, the door flies open and a guard comes charging in to greet his colleague. The other guard stands up from his seat.
"It's here. Zephyr pulled through for us!" the guard then darts out of the room.
"Looks like we're going to have a little fun, this year…" the guard in the room mutters happily as he waits for his friend to return.
"Why does 'fun' not make me a happy person?" Wairel asks aloud. It's then Zephyr, the raven-haired victor, comes walking in with a young man with spiky, bright red-violet hair that tapers down to the nape of his neck. He is bound in chains and is apparently asleep.
"What's with the chains, Zephyr? Afraid the beast would hurt you?" Hawk says in mock concern. Zephyr just laughs.
"Hardly. I just didn't want the guy wrecking my ship! It's my baby!" the twins laugh quietly at their companion's answer. Walking up to the cell on left of the entrance, Zephyr kindly opens the door and tosses the man towards a back corner, where he collides with the wall, but doesn't make a noise.
"That's that!" Zephyr says proudly. Eagle and Hawk immediately join his side.
"That should be it!" Eagle says happily and twirls slightly in joy. "Finally, we can start the competition!" Hawk looks a list and frowns slightly.
"…Or not…" Zephyr and Eagle turn to Hawk. "We have a problem."
"Really? What is that, I ask, dear brother?" Eagle fumes on the spot.
"Well…we're missing one. See?" Hawk shows the other two the list. "We're supposed to have fifty-six people. We only have fifty-five." Eagle slumps back with a whine.
"But…but…that's not faaaiiirrr!" he whimpers. Zephyr looks at the list again and a smile then appears on his face.
"Wait right here!" In seconds, Zephyr disappears and reappears again. "I've got replacements!" He holds up two figures.
One is a small pterodactyl looking creature. His eyes roam the room fearfully. King Piccolo looks surprised at the figure.
"Piano!" the namek cries out. "I thought you were dead."
"Heh! He was! But I wished him back in case something like this happened," the deep red skinned man says.
"And who's the other?" Hawk asks.
A large figure covered in golden yellow fur is forced to stand on his talon feet. He has face resembling Deziday's only he has a deep blue zigzag mark under his eyes and furry wolf ears. Three V-shaped markings trail down the top part of his arm. He has silver orange hair that grows wildly over his head except over his cat-slit pupil violet eyes. The twins look at the two choices.
"I'm all up for the Octorian fighting. Dunk the Namek spawn for other purposes; that's my opinion," Eagle says. Hawk nods approvingly.
"All right, I think we'll do just that! Guard!" the man quickly comes to Zephyr. "Take this 'bird' back down. He'll be important in the future."
"Yes sir!" The guard snatches Piano from the spot and drags him off to an unknown prison cell. Zephyr forces the other being into a cell.
"Fifty-six. That's it! Let's go inform Odlavan that we're ready," Eagle says happily. They leave the room. From his cell, Anarin slowly turns his head to the entrance of the cell next door.
"Bexoq," he says quietly. "Do tell me you got help before you were caught…" The Octorian creature looks at his comrade.
"I did…but they slaughtered everyone of them…" Anarin lets out a sigh.
"Damn it…" As soon as they left, the door slams open again with the three captors at the front. Behind them is another being.
He has pointed ears and two canines that show out through his lips. His hands have claws coming outing of the skin on his fingertips and a lion's tail. Yellow lightly furred skin covers his body and his tail. His light orange hair forms into a mane that coils over his chest and a small tuft of hair tips his tail, the same color his eyebrows. He paces down the hall between the cages. Just like the other three, he has a red dagger on his upper left arm.
"Entertaining…" he says with a smile. "You got every single one I wanted…"
"The best in the kidnapping business!" Eagle chimes with a proud grin.
"I can see that," the man surveys the entire group. "Wonderful! Make sure they're ready for the showing ceremony tomorrow." Hawk shivers in anticipation.
"And then it starts?" he asks gleefully, his tail twitching happily.
"In a week…Remember the dedication to Blood, himself, is a week long," the lion man states.
"Yes sir…" Hawk whines.
"Good." the man walks towards the exit. Before leaving, he turns to the three again. "And do remember to feed the groups this time…"
"But they're so much more amusing when they're starving!" Zephyr says upsettingly.
"That may be true, but they also tire to easily. I want this group in top condition…for the most part."
"What do we give them? It's not like we planned a food regimen for these guys!" Odlavan lets out a disgruntled sigh.
"Just give them the leftovers from the elimination project from earlier."
"Yes sir!" the other three say in unison. The lion creature leaves the room.
"Go get the food, Hawk," Eagle shoves his twin forward. Hawk swivels around, bristles his tail slightly with a scowl on his face, and charges out of the room.
"And try not to eat any of it on the way back!" Zephyr calls out to the exiting foxtail. Minutes later, Hawk reenters the room with a sack on his back. He walks over to the first two cells nearest the door and chunks a large object into the back of the cells.
"Hope you enjoy it!" Hawk says as he continues throwing their meals into their cells. Goten is the first to check out the meal in his cell.
"At least we're getting something to eat. I'm starved!" he says in an emotion resembling his father's. He gets to the meal and screams, catching the attention of everyone.
"What's your problem?" Radditz snarls at his young nephew. Instead of responding, Goten vomits onto his uncle.
"YeeAAGH!!" Radditz leaps back. "You little bastard!" In the cell on the opposite side, Chichi stares at her son in worry.
"Goten!" she cries. Tien looks at Goten and then starts walking to the back corner of the cell.
"What are you doing?" 17 asks.
"I want to see what's upset that kid so much." Tien gets to the corner and halts in his step.
"Well?" 17 asks again.
"Oh shit!" Tien steps back. "It's a body!"
"Was a body," 17 mutters as he looks at the torn apart corpse.
"Delicious, huh?" Hawk smiles. "But it's been rotting for four days. Sure the aged blood is quite the taste, it ruins the meat. Down right maggoty…" Hawk shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the room with the empty bag.
"Bon appetite!" Eagle says as he leaves.
"Eat it or starve! Doesn't matter to me," are Zephyr's parting words. The door is closed and the groups are away from their captors.
"Good thing we androids don't have to eat…" 17 says.
"Thank you for pointing tha-" Tien's sentence is drowned out by the sound of splitting metal in the cell across. It is quickly followed by the sound of eating; bones pieces and chunks of leathery skin hit the floor.
"Hey! Who are you?" Sausa snaps. The man quickly turns his sight to his cellmate; his eyes narrow. While slightly brushing back his spiky hair with his right hand, he swallows the chunk of maggot-infested meat down. With a snarl as an answer, the man flings forward onto the bars of the cell and starts jerking with all of his might, even chewing on the metal every now and then. Finally, he releases his hold on the bars and stares out towards the door.
"Bone! Of course, they're made of bone!" the man's rasp voice growls.
"Hello?" He jerks his sight to Sausa. "Who the hell are you?!" The man cocks an eyebrow and stares at the alien.
"Tytanoy," the man says calmly. "My name is Tytanoy."
"Tytanoy?" Jeice responds. "That's an interesting name…"
"Passed down in my family," Tytanoy says in a monotone voice. "In my original language it means 'Blood Rot.'"
"How cute!" 17 says from his cell. Tytanoy releases a beastly snarl and paces the cell door slightly. He finally stops and crouches onto the ground.
"I want out," the man says.
"Nice try, but they don't listen very well," Twodya says.
"Oh, they listen. They just want to hear what like to hear…" Tytanoy looks to the opposite cell and through the slit window near the top. "We'll be hearing their types of noises soon. So loud, it'll pollute this planet." Tytanoy lies down on the concrete flooring and falls asleep.
"Weirdo," Duoasim mutters to his attached twin. Twodya agrees with a nod. Piccolo shakes his head at the tenseness in the room before turning his attention to the cell he's in. The real reason he's changed his attention is due to a quiet voice heard in the back corner of the cell. The crystal blue eyed stranger sits with his knees pressing against his chest, his face is tear streaked as he mutters to himself.
"No, not again…not again…please! Don't make me do this again! I can't do this anymore…"
"Lights out!" a guard cries out and the room becomes pitch black. Goku leans back against the rock wall. He finds it strange that he's so tired as he sits there, but welcomes sleep. Soon the only noise heard in the room is a small faint whisper.
"I hurt too much…I hurt too much…"
"Wake up!" Goku is jerked from his spot and is slammed against the cell bars. Before he can say a word, he's pulled up onto his feet and thrown out door.
"That's right! Today's the big day! Everyone is waiting to meet you! Aren't you excited?" Hawk asks the various captives as he runs down the line. Guards are pulling and jerking and throwing people out of their cells. They force them all into a line that's heavily guarded with troops not willing to let them escape.
"Remember, if you try to escape, you will be killed," Eagle states. "We have replacements. You are expendable." Zephyr leans against a wall and laughs quietly as the forced brigade of captives are moved forward. Goku stands second in the line, directly behind Cell. From that position, something quickly tears his attention from trying to look for his family. Up ahead, he sees two large doors. But it's not the doors that have truly stolen Goku's interest; it's what's on the other side. It resembles a dull roar from a large cat, but it isn't primal enough to be a wild cat. The sound is familiar…very familiar… Goku thinks to himself. Two large guards make their way to the front and stop at the doors. Eagle, Hawk, and Zephyr immediately catch up and stop before the guards.
"Are you ready?" Hawk asks. "You better be…cause you are gonna-meet-your-audience!" On those words, the guards swing the two large wooden doors open allowing the sunlight in. Being adjusted to the dungeons, Goku is forced to squint when looking outside. It's then that it hits him. The roaring noise!
"It's a crowd…" Goku looks out nervously. "And we're in the stadium!" They step outside onto the dirt field. The large stadium encircles the entire area where they are now standing. In the bleachers, rows upon rows of cheering audience stare down at the groups. The audience consists of all ages: Old, young, new, adult, teens, and children, every one of them ecstatic by the arrival of the captives. Every one of them has a dagger on their arm.
Goku is interrupted when shoved over to a small area where his cellmates and he are forced to line side by side. Looking down, he sees an outline dug into the dirt with a small vertical slash outside their 'box.' Every single cell group is in one of these boxes with two guards standing watch on the sides.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Eagle's voice rings over an intercom, making the entire crowd fall silent. He starts walking the dirt while looking at the crown and speaking into the microphone. "What we have here…are our groups. Fifty-six total!" Another roar erupts from the crowd. Eagle waits till most of the audience is calm before continuing. "As you can see, we have eight groups of seven. I'm here to tell you who's who in what group. Would you like that?!" The crowd shouts in agreement.
"I thought so," Eagle says happily. "Alright then! Group One! We have an android by the name of Cell; a somewhat fighter by the name of Recoome; a rat called Jori; a mutt called…Mutt; an Octorian named Bexoq; the once universal overlord Ice-jin called Cooler; and a saiyan so famous in the 19th universe, we had to get him…Goku!" The crowd erupts again.
"Okay, okay, that was interesting foxie, but what about Group T-?"
"Can I be 'Other Foxie'?" Zephyr looks over at Hawk, who smiles back.
"Hawk…" Zephyr says quietly. "Do not INTERRUPT ME!!" The fox man backs up and turns his back on Zephyr with a huff. Zephyr shakes his head in disgust before quickly reverting back to normal.
"Group Two consists of better fighters than Group One!" Zephyr brags to Eagle. "At least in my opinion. In Group Two is the wizard Doggian, Anarin; a saiyan by the name of Nappa; a namek who prefers to be called King Piccolo; a demi-saiyan but still good at fighting, Trunks; the demon king himself known as Dabura; a snake being called Sinistar; and…a freaky, black haired little monk man by the name the of Krillen." Cheers repeat in the crowd.
"Moving on to Group Three, I, Other Foxie," Zephyr glares at Hawk, "am here to tell you the names. With Group Three, we have another namek and he too goes by the name of Piccolo…just Piccolo. Ehh…we also have a cano-human mix by the name of Blayke; a large sharpshooter called Gauldin; leader of the Ginyu Force, Captain Ginyu; a female Muttran called Taysa; some big-headed freak called Puipui; and most importantly-our champion for the past eight tournaments…Gauge!!" The crowd shrieks with delight. So loud, it seems to break the sound barrier. Piccolo looks towards the silver-blue haired man, who hangs his head down.
"And for Group Four," Eagle takes over again. "We have the silent cat-dog mix called Lioyote; planet earth's strongest human, Chichi; an android by the name of 17; the three eyed warrior named Tien; the weakest looking wizard I've ever seen, Babidi; the Tykstan called Deziday; and, believe it or not, the Supreme Kai!" there are jeers and calls echoing from the crowd. Eagle looks straight at Shin.
"Where's you heaven now?" he says causing most of the crowd to laugh. Shin looks away from the twisted man, cursing him silently. Laughing slightly, Zephyr moves to the next group.
"Here we have Group Five. This group consists of the Dead Sight leader, Dyvin; the time freezing toad called Guldo; the Supreme Kai's stooge, Kabito; the once famous planet seller; Frieza; daughter of the 'great' Hercule, Videl; a supposed threat, Fat Buu; and the brother of Anarin, Anonavon."
"Group Six!" Hawk cries out. "In this sector, we have the towering fighter, Yakon; 17's sister and fellow fighter, 18; the human fighter named Yamcha; the flame loving, Pryos; an actual flying weasel by the name of Wairel; Frieza's right hand man, Zarbon; and, well," Hawk stops before Hercule and says in mock tones to the audience, "the strongest man on Earth…Hercule!" The crowd goes into a riotous laughter.
"For Group Seven," Eagle stops before them, "we have a speedy blue alien by the name of Burter; Taysa's brother, Dyu; a female saiyan by the name of Manista; the elder son of Goku, Gohan; another android that goes by 16; the anger driven Cattician, Verg; and the saiyan prince, Vegeta."
"And finally, Group Eight!" Zepyr says to the crowd. "Here we have the connected twins, Twodya and Duoasim; the orange fighter of the Ginyu Force, Jeice; the once greatest threat to the 19th universe, Kid Buu; Goku's older and weaker brother, Radditz; Cooler's right hand man, Sausa; Goku's younger son, Goten; and finally…caught by yours truly…Tytanoy, a purebred Kilatara!" The crowd cheers at Zephyr's capturing talent while admiring the catch. Tytanoy watches the masses while eying his and the other group members.
Hawk starts to say something but stops.
"Hey! They are no more people!"
"Yep, we introduced them all…" Zephyr states.
"But I only got to go twice! You two went three times!"
"Silence!" Eagle hisses. "Our boss is here…"
In a high balcony at the front of the stadium, a figure walks forward. Goku looks up with everyone else to see the lion man from earlier come into the light. The crowd falls silent.
"As you can see, a number of fighters have been brought out for the dedication to our beginning…Blood!" Numerous cheers echo on the planet. The man raises a hand and the noise dies down. "I am Odlavan, mediator and manager of this year's battles. I hope the choices below please you." Someone in the mass throws out a cheer causing the whole multitude to join in. After a moment, silence returns. Odlavan looks at the crowd with a serious expression. "Keep in mind that the tournament doesn't start for a week due to the dedication for Blood." The masses show joy and appreciation at the thought.
"So, my brethren, I leave you with a closing statement." The crowd looks directly at Odlavan.
"Welcome to Blood Fest!" And the crowd goes wild.
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Pawsy: FINALLY!! *collapses out of chair and onto floor.*
Frieza: …Finally…what?
Pawsy: *suddenly back in seat* I've done it! I finally get to start the good stuff. You know, the angst, bloodshed, and other goody stuff!
Babidi: You know, all the Lost Clan related items.
Peter: That's bad.
Frieza: Peter? What are you doing here? You're an HP character.
Peter: Yes, but I am part of this team. You can't just leave me out!
Babidi: Oh really…flat rat. *Peter passes out* Wuss…
Pawsy: Guys! Stop picking on Peter!
Babidi & Frieza: Why?
Pawsy: It's not nice!
Babidi & Frieza: So?
Pawsy: *growling* I'll slit your throats…*silence from other two* Glad that's settled.