RPG -Dragonball: Saiyan Games [Play]-

[Chaos]

Since I have serious WB...
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[i]Blank quickly took into the air, having just entered his registration code in for the Tournament. He had seen some of the compatition, and he realized he needed to train. After a few minutes, he landed in one of the Saiyan cities, looking for that resturant he went to some weeks ago, when suddenly, someone bumbed into him..[/i]

Blank: Hmm?
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Feel free to introduce yourself here..=p

[NeoCactuar]

[i]Blank looks down and sees a little green man...[/i]

Blank: What the hell?!?
Cactuar: Hi, i'm Cactuar, pleased to meet you
Blank: Um.. hi, what exactly are you?
Cactuar: Well i'm a cactuar, but i'm also a Saiyan elite, but let's not get into how i'm a Saiyan/cactuar... ;)
Blank: Oh, well... that's... interesting
Cactuar: Yeah, i was really powerful when i was young, so i tried out for the saiyan elite and i got in
Blank: Cool, are you entering in the tournement?
Cactuar: Yeah, i just signed up and i'm going to do some training before it all begins
Blank: Hey, that's just what i'm doing!
Cactuar: Well then, do you want to spar together
Blank: Umm... After lunch i'm hungry

[i]Blank looks at his stomach, which lets out a grumble. Him and Cactuar walk off in the direction of the resturant Blank is telling him about[/i]

[liamc2]

*Athen wanders around the city, looking for one of the many training halls*

Athen: its around here somewhere. .

*Athen stops in front of a large training hall, sounds of vicious combat come from within*

Athen: :devil: here it is *walks inside*

[Yoda]

[I]Craig signed up for the tournament. The saiyan generals that surrounded the sign up table were laughing at what they considered to be petty competition. They threw abuse at Craig, as they did everyone, but Craig said only one thing.

Craig: You prick's talk a lot, lets see how you back it up.

With that, Craig took to the air. He noticed Andrew amongst the elite's, laughing like a snob. Craig looked down at him like a piece of crap on his shoe, he has always beared a grudge against Andrew for what he did to Craig when they were very small, and Craig was gonna get him back at the tournament.

Craig: [SIZE=1]Enjoy your time here Andrew............ because I will end you....[/SIZE]

Andrew seemed to sense that Craig was indirectly addressing him. He looked up, and Craig sniggered before flying away.

Andrew: Peasent.........

Elite: Yes, these Level 2 scum think they own the place....

Craig took off, flying relatively slowly. He scanned the scenery, looking for something, though he couldn't place what. Suddenly he noticed a canyon away in the distance.

Craig: Perfect.........

With that, Craig flew slowly off to the canyon he had just spotted.

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Ugh, about the thing with Andrew........ I'll discuss what happened between us when we were younguns with him and get back to you.[/I]

[Andrew]

Ah Craig, Don't want any arguments to start or anything but a few things. I don't mind it if we have a rivalry but I'm not a snob. I'm an elite because my power was high. I don't act like a snob though. Could I trouble you to edit please, thanks!
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Andrew just stode and looked at the other Saiyans who had entered.
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Terrible writers block

[Ryan]

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OOC: me also Andrew
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[i]Zarith walked towards the tournament sign ups.[/i]

Clerk: Name?

Zarith: Zarith Deathstrike

Clerk: Age?

Zarith: 19

Clerk: Rank?

Zarith: Elite

Clerk: All done!

[i]Then Zarith turned away and flew towards the east city.[/i][/size][/color]

[Chaos]

Oi.. People, you don't advance through your life to become an Elite; you're born into it! Jeez, are you people THAT ignorant? And since you were born into the Elite ring, that gives you better privligages. And you get cocky. Period. lol! Which is why I was so suprised that so many people choose to be Elites..
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[i]Blank's eyes pinched in, a sign of pure disgust. This half-bred 'Elite' peice of dirt thought that just because Blank was a Second Class Warrior, that he was stupid. The more Blank thought about this, the angrier he became. Eventualy, he couldn't take it. He disappeared from all sight. Gone. Leaving Cactaur completely bewildered.

Blank reappeared, eyes glinting with the deepest of hate. He had phased all around the nearest mountain range, looking for his spot. He found it. A neat hole cut into the cliffside, with signs of a small camp. It was Blank's training base...[/i]

[Flash]

[I]Bishop flipped upwards, at an incredible velocity... He landed gracefully, and set off again at once... Advancing fowards while kicking and punching the air as fast as he can... He then flips on one hand, doing some spinning kicks, and then switching to his other hand, doing a low kick into a spinning roundhouse to the midsection... He finishes with a 'Rodeo Buster' type move, finally jumping upwards and landing on both feet... Training intensely for the tournament is all that's on Bishop's mind now... He flicked his long blonde-white hair out of his face, and walked out of the training chambers... He procedes up a staircase, finally entering a cathedral... He walks over to the altar, where a long golden staff is lying along the velvet stair... He picks it up, and walks out of the church...[/I]

[Charles]

Sparrows chirped on green boughs, and bathed in pristine sunlight. Sugara lie in a thicket of grass, giggling uncontrollably as the surrounding vegetation danced back and forth around him with a shifting breeze. When Sugara was bored, he often played a game by choosing a cloud and guessing what shape it most resembled. Today he had come across cows, cars and lollipops.

Cupping a hand over his brow, Sugara squinted past the white cotton puffs at one of planet Vegeta's suns. Rays of dual sunlight reached down and bathed the land with warmth and coated it in an angelic aura. Yawning lazily, Sugara rose. Stretching his arms, he felt the muscles under his smooth skin tingle from his elbow to his cleanly clipped finger tips. Looking up into the sky, a castle shaped cloud caught the boy's attention.

His eyes twinkling with wonderment, Sugara exclaimed, "Wow, I wanna go there!"

Surely, beautiful princesses lie in wait behind pristine white walls, but Sugara's dislike for cooties didn't dim the dream one bit.

"I bet that there are strong dragons that I could fight," he gasped.

Coincendtally, the youth's stomach roared mightily. Placing his hand atop his head embarrassedly, he added, "But right now I sure am hungry."

Sugara whistled loudly, the shrill of wind passing through his lips touching the farthest corners of the vast field. Twittering rapidly, feathered creatures fluttered into the sky, abandoning the leafy confines of their perches.

"Carl," Sugara sang excitedly, as his only friend, a large mountain cat, crashed through unwitting brush. Tackling Sugara, Carl purred acknowledging his own jubilation. Laughing, the two raced through the fields and unknowingly stumbling upon their greatest adventure yet.

[Yoda]

I never said you were a snob Andrew, I just said you were laughing like one........... you know, like when some rich guy tells a joke which no-one thinks is funny but everyone does that laugh just to be polite...... that one. It's like that scenario.