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Post by unholylssj on Jul 11, 2009 10:26:48 GMT -5
"Because you were pathetic enough to need to recover your stamina. And a terrified waste of flesh like you desired immortality out of fear of me placing you at death's door yet again." 'Couric' said simply. even chuckling a little.
"But it's funny that a simple child forced the 'Great Cajabe' into a position where he actually believed he was going to die...and after all that hard work you went through just to find some way to surpass that same child." He laughed.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on Jul 11, 2009 10:30:40 GMT -5
5.
Cajabe had stopped paying attention to Couric at some point. He wasn't even bothered by a word he had to say.
He was considering throwing the moon to the sky, but then a voice screamed...
"DON'T THROW IT! WHATEVER YOU DO! DON'T THROW IT!"
Cajabe raised an eyebrow to look back at the elite, who probably just ripped Couric's arm out by accident whilst yelling.
"Huh?"
"The transformation triggered by the Golden Moon cannot be controlled, even by a saiyan of your level! Unless you want King Vegeta to have your head for reducing his castle to rubble, don't throw the damn orb!!!"
Shrugging, Cajabe let the orb fade away.
"Fine."
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Post by unholylssj on Jul 11, 2009 10:33:56 GMT -5
Thankfully, the guard hadn't tugged hard enough to rip Couric's arm right out, but he did manage to dislocate it. Uttering a swear under his breath, the teen reached an arm up to grab onto his shoulder and attempted to relocate the damn thing the old fashioned way, a look of annoyance upon his face as he forced it back into place...
/Damn it.../
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Post by Majin Cajabe on Jul 11, 2009 10:36:28 GMT -5
The elite let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew. Okay. Now the King wants you back in his throne room, where you will wait for him to arrive with your next mission."
Cajabe nodded his head, and walked off to leave the elite to do with Couric as he liked... little did Couric know that he was supposed to come along for the ride, also, so he would probably find himself being forced to follow Cajabe via some painful means.
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Post by unholylssj on Jul 11, 2009 10:40:00 GMT -5
Eventually, the elite would let go of the teen, Couric having somehow already returned to the realm of the conscious while his schizo-self seemed to have gone back to enjoying some peace and quiet.
/Maybe I can leave soon.../ Couric thought, really wanting to get back to Namek to see a match or two as well as meet up with Julia again. Of course, then he'd find himself being dragged along towards the throne room...by his arm..causing quite a bit of pain.
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