Monkey Shines

[Turles]

Turles had figured his brother had given him what he wanted to, gotten his dumb headband back and had been on his way. It wasn't until the footsteps were alarmingly close did he realize it wasn't done. He looked up with one eye closed in a grimace and frowned, hissing at the ache as he was picked up.

Wait, where was he taking him?

It was alarming to him, cause he heard Bardock tell his friends not to follow. That could not possibly bode well. Maybe he was planning on finishing him off in private. Or beating the stuffing out of him even more. He looked around, his red eyes taking in the out of the way spot and he started to panic.

He was dropped to the ground and as he tried to claw away, pain or not, his brother's foot fell on his back. Turles winced. His head twitched to the side. What was he doing with his tail-Oh no. Oh no, oh HELL no!

WHACK!

'HOLY SON OF THE MOON, HE CUT OFF MY TAIL!! HE CUT IT OFF!' Turles had never had his tail severed or pulled out, not even knicked. He screamed bloody murder all the way to the ogre lockout, not only feeling the terrible sting but the feeling of a lost limb. Without even being on his feet, he could already feel the disorienting imbalance of losing his tail. The red ogre that took him from his brother made a face at his thrashing as he took him underground of the outpost and tossed him in one of the few lockout cells they had available.

The monkey was too busy thrashing in anger and pain due to his missing limb to see if he could fit through the bars to escape. Not only had he worn himself out after a few minutes, but the spell that had bound him in that ridiculous form had finally dissipated. The restored Saiya-jin, now missing what was pretty much the most important limb, slouched against the wall. His expression was dark and twitchy. He was battered, but the damage felt somewhat lessened.

Oh, Bardock was going to pay for that...He was going to pay dearly.

[Selypa]

There some annoying saiyajin women lingering in Hell who might have argued against that order, whining that it wasn't fair or just boldly disobeying it. Selypa, however, was a soldier first, and Bardock's friend second. Keeping a tight grip on the headband, the short woman brought her hand around in a salute, not showing her surprise at the following threat. Whatever Bardock had planned was going to be bad if he was giving that threat. She might sometimes disobey him, but not often. And this wasn't one of those times.

Turning, Selypa leaned against the nearest tree, crossing her arms over her chest. The light glinted off of the gold earrings dangling from her ears, her violet eyes not really watching anything. Right now, she didn't feel like conversation or small talk with Toma. The tension was so thick in the air that she could almost see it. The thick, musky scent of rage was also floating around, almost making her sneeze, as well as giving her the urge to hunt some idiot down and kick their everlasting ass. She made a note to do that later. Apparently it was going to be another one of those days where she was going to be doing nothing but getting into fights...

Her gaze dropped to the bandana in her hand. Without a word, she studied it. Bardock never took it off. In fact, Selypa was fairly certain that it was the first time she had ever held it in her hand. After a long moment, she shook her head and closed her eyes, waiting. Lunar rays, she was grateful that Panbukin wasn't around right now. He sometimes had a nasty habit of being a bit too chatty... No one had ever accused saiyajins of being geniuses, but Panbukin sometimes took simplicity to new lows...

A resounding shriek caused her eyes to snap open. Glancing over, she realized it was the direction that Bardock had gone... Not only that, but hell, it sounded like a monkey's scream. Now she glanced over at Toma, frowning a bit before watching now, waiting for Bardock to return.

When he did return, even Selypa looked shocked, which was a rarity for her. Instinctively, her own tail wrapped around her waist, the long limb bristled. Without hesitating, she just held out the bandana, letting him snatch it from her. Once again, there were some females in hell, two in particular that she could think of, that would throw a fit over that. One of them would just push him until he blew again, while the other would just either cry or throw a tantrum. Selypa, however, didn't have a second death wish.

Eyeing the tail for a moment, Selypa turned her gaze, nodding to the blood fountain. "He was over by the fountain and gate, commander. Want me to find him again?" Raditz probably wouldn't be happy about another round of interruptions, but hell, she frankly didn't give a shit.

[Bardock]

When Turles screamed bloody murder over his tail and Selypa looked at him, Toma just grimaced. He didn't really want to think about what Bardock was probably doing back there. His patience with his brother, for a Saiya-jin, bordered on saintly sometimes so he could only imagine what happened when that seemingly infinite patience broke.

His eyes had shifted to the bandana. Shortly after arriving in Hell, Bardock had explained where he had gotten it. Quite the honor really. He had smirked at his friend, clapped him on the back, and gotten him some good ale to make up for waiting in that god awful line at the check-in station. Enma had been so 'considerate' with the Saiya-jins, who had been pushed to the furthest ends of the line. Well, that's what they got for planet purging after all, or so he said.

Putting the limp tail in his mouth to free his hand, he returned the headband to it's proper place as he tied it around his brow. He removed the tail from his mouth and looked at Toma. "Find Panbukin and Totepo, come find us when you do. Gather whatever crap we need from the camp while you're at it." Without questioning the order, Toma nodded and left them to find their associates.

Bardock turned to Selypa for a second, then turned away to start heading for the fountain. "No, we're just moving. Considering I just cut off his fucking tail, I don't like the idea of anyone of my team let alone my son being on their own. Even if he's locked up for a couple days. While we're walking, I want to know whatever you do about what the hell those two are doing. How exactly is Raditz getting out and how does Turles expect him to help him do the same?" While in Hell, he had not monitored much except for when Kakarot and Raditz had killed one another and when Frieza finally got his just deserts. Other than that, nothing else had really mattered. He berated himself now for not being more observant of his brother.

"And when Panbukin shows up, don't smash him to smithereens, Selypa. Save that for Dodoria and the others. The last thing we need to be doing right now is tearing each other apart. You know what they say, the wounded and the old are the weak link and get left behind." As much as he hated the idea of losing any of his team, there were rules of survival he tended to live by. If any of them were wounded, he would try his best to save them, but not if he got hindered or wounded in turn. It made for bad tactics, something he didn't want with a pissed off Saiya-jin that was probably plotting against them as they spoke. "I don't want Turles picking anyone off."

[Selypa]

Part of Selypa was actually somewhat impress that Bardock had tolerated Turles's foolery for all these years without finally losing it. However, little thoughts like that didn't matter. The look in Bardock's eyes and the tone of his voice as he ordered Toma spoke volumes. They were in it deep now. Without really thinking about it, the only female of his crew pushed off of the tree, shifting to stand at a form of attention, her arms across her chest as she waited for his order. Her eyes had narrowed at the mention of Panbukin but that was besides the point.

Her violet gaze swung back to him as he faced her, dropping her arms as she strode after him, managing to keep up with his long-legged stride fairly well. The tempermental woman kept her head tilted to him, glancing up at him from the corner of her eyes as she kept part of her attention on the bit of Hell around them. One hand came up to crack the other, causing a brief shooting of pain to remind her that she had done a bit of damage to herself earlier. Not really caring, she shook her hand out. It was already healing, and the saiyajin genes would clear it up the rest of the way in no time.

Luckily for Bardock, she knew quite a bit that was going on. Most of it was from what Raditz had told her, or what Turles himself had spilled in that egotistical moment of over-confidence. The rest of it, she had pieced together, both from what she already knew, and from what she had heard from around hell. It was something to do to pass the time. Without the need to sleep, eat, or anything that wasn't 'fight' and 'heal the new injuries', she had more time to kill. Having nothing better to do, she found herself picking up bits of information here and there. Or even just leaning against a wall and observing. Observation was a talent that she had, one that was rather odd for a saiyajin but she shrugged and just kept it. It helped the crew out, and had proved useful in the past.

Still, she grimaced as he rebuked her. Yeah, she knew just as well as him that with it coming to the wire like it was, there was no place to be fighting among each other. Her beef with Panbukin would have to wait for another day.

"Understood, sir." She said by way of affirmation, glancing around them now. Luck was with them, or word was spreading fast, because even the biggest idiots were avoiding them. Then again, Bardock was something to be reckoned with, and when he had that look on his face, everyone went running. She didn't waste much time and went right into what she knew, speaking quietly, as some of the beings in Hell had very good senses. The last thing Raditz needed was more negative attention as others like Frieza tried to use him to get back.

"Raditz has been spending his time in Hell reaching back to his druidic powers. Turles is using him to reach out to the living to try to find someone to bring Raditz back to life. From what I picked up, it's requiring their remains, and something from the Tree of Might, possibly an old extract, from what Raditz mentioned. Once Raditz is revived, Turles plans on having him revive him, which shouldn't be possible unless the druidic abilities include some form of a revival, or unless Turles stored away some of his own genetic material in anticipation of this. A clever and rather rational move I wouldn't have expected of him." It wasn't to say that Turles was idiotic. It was just hard to believe that Turles might have planned anything for his demise, when he had seemed to believe himself so invincible in life. "I doubt he'll be using Earth's wishing balls, as he mentioned not wanting to 'waste a wish'. I think he has his own plans for those."

The tip of her tail, not bristled anymore but still wrapped around her waist, ready for a fight, twitched. "From my own conversation with Raditz... He might be able to restore Toma, Panbukin, Totepo, and... myself, if Meat still stands and our bones are still there. Turles isn't favorable of the idea, and it sounds like he has intentions of going to Meat to grind my bones in the dust. I might have pissed him off." Selypa just shrugged at that. Her pissing someone off, specifically Turles, was really no surprise. "You, we might have to work on." It went unsaid, however, that Selypa would not rest until Bardock was restored to life as well. "Back to Turles.. I can't say exactly what else he plans, though I know he intends to use Raditz until he is of no more use. He even said that if you and I-" She stressed that syllable a bit, and once more wondered how much Turles knew, "-didn't behave, it would be Raditz that paid. I won't be surprised if, once he's alive and has used Raditz as he plans, he kills him to remove all problems from the path."

An idea was beginning to form, one that had tinkered in the back of her mind before. She knew that Raditz would not be able to safely approach Kakarot and his family, not after the impression he had left. Panbukin, Totepo, and even Toma would be risky, as all of them had formidable appearances and would constitute a threat to the minds of the 'heroes'. Selypa, however, was less threatening, and had a few aces up her sleeve. If she could get restored, then she could try to forge an alliance with Bardock's younger son, or at least another member of his human-blooded family and try to get the wishing balls herself. At this point, it was becoming one of the only ways she could think of to get Bardock back.

"Right now, though, it's looking like everything's hinging on Raditz being able to get help from the outside. He said something about finding someone before, so I think he may have found someone... Somehow."

At the moment, she couldn't think of anything else to say. So, Selypa went silent and let Bardock process that, and awaited more questions, or her orders.

[Ba'Tege]

The fallen prince should have found a way to come to Hell a long time ago.

"SAY UNCLE! DO IT! SAY IT! SAY UNCLE!"

"LET ME GO, YOU TWISTED LITTLE MONKEY!"

Ba'Tege, whose heavy cloak of bushy tails was discarded in favor of mobility, was having the time of his life. Or unlife rather. Technicalities, which meant nothing to him. His high-collared maroon vest was slightly torn in places as were the tight leggings from various bouts of rough-housing. His scarred arms were out before him and his hands tightened his grip as he leaned back and lifted with a grunt. Up went Frieza, by the tail. And then down he went, smashing into the ground.

This had been going on for days now. Needless to say, the former tyrant was less than amused.

"STOOOP-OOF!"

"NEVER! ALL THE FREAKY ALIEN GENOTYPES MUST DIE!!" Ba'Tege bellowed as he continued to toss the Changeling around like his personal ragdoll. His face was a mask of deranged glee as he cackled. Sometimes he alternated from simply slamming him up and down in one spot to swinging from side to side for double the effect and to work his back a little differently.

"BUT WE'RE ALREADY DEAD...!!" Frieza tried to counter. All he had wanted was a monkey to torment for the day, but somehow the shoe had gotten on the other foot! He cursed the monkeys and they're progressive biology.

His counter had the warped Saiyajin pausing in his activity, which he had to admit had grown boring from it's repetitiveness. Besides, his shoulders were burning a little. As the Changeling was starting to pick himself up, his tormentor's grimly joyful face had changed to one deep in dark thought. While Frieza might think that he may yet be off the hook, Ba'Tege was simply deliberating with the many arguing voices on what to do with him. After all, no one walked away whole.

'I said kill it.' Voice one ordered with a duck-like accent. 'With a stick!'

Voice two sounded vaguely feminine. 'Make a purse out of it, such pretty white skin.'

'We don't use purses...RIP OFF IT'S TAIL!' The beast snarled.

'KILL IT WITH FIRE!' His own rang.

He flashed a sadistic grin down at Frieza, showing off his exaggerated canines. His dark, blood shot eyes lit up. "How about all of the above? I'll rip out his tail, poke him to death with a stick on fire and then I'll make that purse later...Or...But what would I do with a purse?" His right shoulder jerked up as his head also jerked to the right, confusion and even a trace of horror briefly written across his face before the wicked mask returned. Ba'Tege looked around sporadically, as if he forgot where he was before he felt something in his iron gril squirming. He looked back down to see Frieza trying to claw away and remembered exactly what he was doing.

"HOLD STILL!!" The corrupt Saiyajin dragged him back enough by the tail to jump on the Changeling's back who let out a cry of pain, which was nothing compared to the music to his ears as he began to pull. Veins started to dot his arms as Ba'Tege pulled on Frieza's tail with all his might. He could have simply cut it off and avoided the trouble, but this would be infinitely more amusing! Frieza's screaming rose to an epic pitch and was accented with the sounds of tearing muscle and cracking bone and eventually with a sickening sound of release, the tail...and some spine, finally gave way. Triumphantly, Ba'Tege lept off his back to leave him a slumped unconcious mess and seemed to do a little jig as the still twitching limb swung around. He stopped his dance to leer down at the other alien. "That was much more entertaining then when I do it to the others."

His mouth slowly turned down in a frown as he stepped over to Frieza and nudged him. Nothing. "OH COME ON! IT WASN'T THAT BAD!" In aggravation, he bashed on the Changeling with his own plucked tail a few times but got no response. It wasn't the same without someone screaming and flailing, damn it! "Fah! Now what? I need a drink."

Dragging the tail along with him, Ba'Tege ambled his way towards the Bloody Fountain, slinging his cloak over his shoulder with his free hand. His furry tail bobbed up and down behind him. Coming up to the fountain, he took note of an odd change. Where'd the tree go? Was that hole in the ground where it went? He glanced in, no, too small. His dark eyes flicked back and forth, looking for the source. His nose twitched, "...Hn." He smelled Saiyajins. One, three...One nearby actually. Ba'Tege's eyes narrowed in the direction where Raditz had hidden away. His mouth broke into a feral grin, licking his lips, "Ooh, entertainment and dinner."

[Bardock]

"Only truly powerful druids could do something like resurrection, and even then there's a time limit I think." While he was no expert, he knew that much and only because he had heard of it from another soldier whose team had a druid. They had failed to recover a comrade due to some hour limit on accessing the body or something. Bardock would have blasted them for being such a failure but that was him.

He chuckled as she explained his brother's plans and how she didn't expect such a thing from him. Bardock did. "Only someone as sneaky as he is would keep in mind to do such a thing. Turles always did insist on covering all his bases...Gods, I wished he did something with that brain of his other than try to make my life a fucking hell. I talked with a couple of his flunkies, apparently he brought them back from goddamn fossils. Could you imagine what he could accomplish if he stopped being a damned moron?" It had impressed him immensely, though he had yet to say so to his brother.

It was a similar lament he gave Raditz actually. Why couldn't you have been stronger? Why are you such a moron? How the fuck can you get your retarded brother killed with you? But he may yet be on the verge of redeeming himself, he he managed this stunt. The corner of his mouth twitched at he smirked at her. "He doesn't like you anyway, you raging dyke, so I'm not surprised...I-" Bardock faltered in his steps. He crossed his arms, rubbing his chin. The wishing balls, or more specifically as he learned, dragon balls.

"I wonder if Enma might be willing to do me a favor. Of course I might have to lie a little to get it done. But there's more than one way to skin a cat." His idea was running along the same train of thought as hers, however it was actually taking a page from Kakarot's book. He wasn't sure how, but his son had managed to go to the world of the living for a day. If he could get the same deal done and get his hands on those dragon balls, then he could not only efficiently retrieve his team's remains but also grant himself life again! If not, then the least he could do was vouch for Raditz to his other son and his grandchildren. Even if the idiot stirred the pot again, he was no where near as strong as his relatives on Earth. There was no reason to treat him like an actual threat and Bardock would make sure they knew it.

After his pause, he started walking again towards the fountain as he pondered their course. If he were to do that, it needed to be now, before Turles got loose and stirred trouble again. He didn't want to leave his team or his alone when there was potential for a nasty brawl.

Speaking of trouble, his body tensed as they neared the fountain. He sensed something familiar and downright sinis-Oh fuck no. "Oh, oh come on...Not this shit..." In a rare display of nervousness, Bardock scratched his forehead. What. The. FUCK?! What was the psychotic case doing here? The commander froze and watched him for a second, studying his movement. There was some sniffing and the unmistakable sign that the fallen prince had zeroed in on what he was looking for. Okay, that shit was not going to happen while he was around. Not again. "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck..."

Bardock growled deeply. He wasn't sure how good Selypa's memory about the former first prince, but even if she was clueless, he wasn't going to waste time explaining. "Well, this is about to get really messy...Don't blow anything up. If anything that will just excite the little freak. We have to lure him away and get him to focus on something else in the process." He knew the prince had been quite ornery on Vegetasei, but he wasn't sure about now. It had been well over fifty years since he had even seen the man and even back then it had been less than pretty. It was debatable whether he had gained any strength since then, or since his exile. Bardock was in no mood at the time to really find out.

He blinked, wondering if he was looking at part of the answer to his concerns, "...Is that Frieza's tail he's got there?"

[Selypa]

Well that ruled out druidic resurrection. She made a note of it, filing it away. Part of her was surprised that Bardock knew that, but then again, it wasn't the first time he had surprised her like that. Still, it was something to know, and to keep heed of.

As far as the bit about Turles being a sneaky little shit and thinking of that... Well. That was true. A snort escaped her at his comment of his brother actually doing something with his talents. It was like trying to make Nappa do something other then talk to a rabbit or stare blankly at nothing all day. Whatever the bald-headed warrior was doing, he claimed that it was apparently part of the duties of the Pattycake Champion, whatever the hell that was. She sure as hell didn't want to know.

The tip of her tail twitched as her violet eyes flashed at the age-old insult towards her, a smirk touching her lips. "Keep talking like that and I swear by all that's unholy, I'll prove you wrong." She retorted, punching him in the arm, even as her mind still pondered the possibility of the wishing balls. Under normal circumstances, she would fly into some rage and start a fight with him over it. But as he had pointed out earlier, it was no time to be fighting each other. And her mind was occupied anyways. Right now, all he was getting was a punch, and a threat that wasn't really a threat.

Still, part of her wondered what that comment of his was about. Getting a favor from Enma? For what? Pulling from her own thoughts, she glanced at him, a frown on her lips. "A favor for what, Bardock? If he'd grant it to any of us ornery bastards, it'd be probably you, but what would you ask of him?"

She didn't get an answer, because the same decaying scent had reached her nose. Her head turned sharply, short black hair flaring around as her violet eyes searched the courtyard, settling on the insane prince.

Priding herself on her good memory, Selypa was already going through what she remembered of the Prince. Like Bardock, she hadn't really seen him, though she had heard of his rather ungraceful entrance into Hell. Reputation and her own prowess aside, there were a few people that Selypa avoided in Hell. One of them had been the psychopath after his ass had been dumped into hell.. She wasn't even sure how long ago. If her nose got wind of that scent, reeking of blood, sickness, and rage, and that overwhelming sense of wrong came about, she was gone. She wasn't about to add her tail to his collection.

A grimace touched her lips as she brought up her good hand to rub at her chest lightly. "We might be able to distract him by stumping him for a few. It might be best to try to direct his attention to the next shiny thin- ..." Right as Bardock had pointed it out, Selypa herself had seen the tail there. A rather comical look crossed her face as she stared at it.

"...It is. And he doesn't even look tired. Great. Just great." She swore softly, dropping her hand. "What's the plan, Bardock?" Selypa didn't bother stating the obvious: They had to get him away from Raditz. That, and this was going to be harder then it should be.

[Ba'Tege]

His new target was not too hard to find, it was amusing though that he sat in such an out of the way spot. The ogres whom the other Saiyajin must have hoped would keep an eye out for him had scampered off in fear when they saw him approach. Good, less people in his way.

Ba'Tege gave Raditz a glance over, his mouth forming a small 'o' as he noticed the waves of hair. The 'o' suddenly changed into a malicious grin. "I've already thought of fifty things I can do to you and still counting..." Actually, this one would make a nice pet to keep around until he got bored...Which might not be more than a day but still. He let out a loud cackle, one good enough to make most people's hair stand on end.

He frowned. "Oi..."

The deranged prince arched a brow at the meditating Saiyajin. Was he sleeping? Or was he just like that? If that was how he came, then it wouldn't be that fun.

'Who cares? Get your rocks off with that fine piece of tail!' The beast growled in the back of his mind.

'Stiiiiill waiting on that purse...'

'Fuck you and your purse.'

'Kill it with fire!'

Ba'Tege's nose scrunched up and he blinked. He smelled two more Saiyajins. One familiar from the lingering scent where the hole was. He turned his head and spotted the pair that were plotting on how to deal with him. He stared stoicly, one hand still holding the cloak over his shoulder while the other still had Frieza's tail in hand. Well, the live ones would be some entertainment for now, then he would come back and deal with the comatose pretty-boy. His pink tongue flicked out like a lizard, wetting his lips before he started to leisurely amble their way.

First his eyes roamed up and down over Selypa. He couldn't tell what she was, she seemed quite flat compared to some of the females he'd seen. But his gaze zoomed in on her tail, which looked oh so nice and fine. That would definitely make a fine addition to his cloak. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Then his sights shifted to Bardock. Ooh, a fierce and gritty looking male. Maybe he would make a fun playmate before the main course? His blood shot eyes looked at the tail around the man's waist...and then the extra one in his hand. Two for the price of one, he would have to be crazy to pass that up...

"Wait...I am crazy...But, then, would that mean I pass it up? But I don't follow rules so would I not?" Ba'Tege stopped a few paces from them, lowering his cloak down as he partially turned in another direction, as if questioning someone that was walking beside him when there was no one there. Already he seemed stumped by something of his own doing, at least for the moment, "Would I not not pass it up ooooor...Would I pass it up for now and come back to it later on and not?"

[Bardock]

The punch to his arm had helped ease the remnants of his anger from earlier. And now it was all but gone, unfortunately it was replaced by dread. Once they dealt with Ba'Tege, then he would explain what he had meant about Enma. Now Enma would really owe him one for what he was thinking to do. "Plan has two parts...First, I need you to fly ahead, we're going to make him someone else's problem for a while and besides, the bitches deserve it...We're heading to the door to the Demon World, when you see me comin', hold that gate open long enough for me."

'So...He's strong enough to tear Frieza apart and not even look vaguely tired. Mm, this is bad, he might be stronger than I realized...'

The only way that he knew how to deal with the unpredictable was to be unpredictable. "The second part...is for me to get ballsy and run like a fuckin' bitch!" Bardock charged without much more warning as Ba'Tege somehow managed to distract himself. He took full advantage of that brief window of opportunity. The veteran warrior slammed an elbow into the deranged Saiyajin's cheek in order to throw him for a loop before the older man did something he knew was going to get him hell.

He swiped the cloak.

Bardock grimaced and felt like gagging that he was even touching the foul thing. Lords above knew how many tails were attached to the cursed thing and he really had no interest in finding out. He had heard the horror stories of how those tails got there and if he didn't need it so badly now, he would destroy it. But he knew the fallen prince valued it way too fucking much not to give chase after them. 'I'll need to fucking chuck it, then we can close him off in there so he can't turn around and come after us! If I toss it far enough, he may stand a chance of getting swamped by the demons on the other side and we can get out of there in one piece each.'

The Saiyajin took off into the air before the other had time to recover from the blow and he flew with all the strength he could muster, praying to the Gods above and around that the fallen prince wouldn't easily catch up. He felt silly for running, but without having a full realization on what Ba'Tege was capable of, Bardock didn't want to risk himself, Selypa or Raditz if they were entirely outclassed. Sweat dotted his face and soaked into his headband as he exerted all he had into staying ahead of the psycho. 'Which I think might be the case, he is a part of the royal family...'

[Selypa]

There were some up and downs about Bardock's plans. The good news was that his plans had a surprisingly high rate of success. The bad news?

They were usually batshit fucking crazy!

Still, experience taught her one thing. When Bardock said jump, it was time to fucking leap like a goddamn maniac and fly like a fucking bat out of hell! As soon as he had told her part one, she had pushed off the ground, a light rose energy aura around her as she shot off into the distance.

As soon as she heard the scream of bloody fucking murder, Selypa knew her span of time was short. She was already shooting as fast as she could, but she pulled an extra kick out of nowhere to shoot forward, violet eyes narrowed. She knew the door was just past needle mountai-

There!

Without missing a beat she curved in, flipping through the air to kick one of ogres into the air.

"Out of the way out of the way OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!" She shrieked as the ogres stumbled, grabbing the door with both hands. The second ogre started to move towards her, but froze when her violet gaze pierced him where he stood.

"Just shut up!"

A cloud of dust and the rapidly approaching screaming told her what she needed to know. Channeling ki as fast she could, she yanked the heavy gate open, hissing at the unnatural scents and the sensation of dread in the air. Actually she wasn't sure if the sensation was from the demons or Ba'tege...

[Ba'Tege]

"Okay, now that makes much more-" Ba'Tege was interrupted with his argument with himself as Bardock went on the offensive and struck him. He stumbled back a step, a little caught off guard by the manuever even though it had done little to actually hurt him.

'That WHORE!'

'Oh, it's on bitch!'

'KILL IT WITH FIRE!'

'Hey, genius, you have something missing...'

Missing? What could be missing? The fallen prince recovered casually from the blow and looked around. The tail was still there. He wiggled his chin before looking at his empty hand.

And looked.

Looking some more...

Ka-BAM!

"AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

The shit had officially hit the fan as Ba'Tege all but exploded as he gave chase. Everyone below and even above the clouds could practically feel his rage pulsating with an unimaginable fury. Those that watched him sail by cowered, never having seen anything like that before in life or in death! His aura burned hot like an inferno which not only melted the flesh from the tail he was gripping in his hand but disintegrated the bone so he had nothing more to hold.

Anything in his way was smashed through and set ablaze in the wake of his fury as he pursued them through Needle Mountain towards the gate. "I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONE WHEN I CATCH UP WITH YOU!! PIECE. BY. PIEEEEEEEEEECE!!!"

[Bardock]

Like any man, Bardock would deny it if anyone asked.

His eyes were watering. He wasn't crying, but assholes would claim otherwise.

There were several good reasons for his eyes to water though. One being the fact that his whole fucking body was starting to burn from the exertion of trying to stay ahead. Every ounce of his ki and strength was going into simply out-flying Ba'Tege which so far was only a couple dozen yards yet. The second being that...

Well...

That ungodly beast chasing him.

And no one would blame him in the least, cause that was not natural and totally fucking terrifying.

He felt a warm sensation trickling from his nose and his vision was getting cloudy. Yeah, that was a nosebleed and a fucking aneurysm. Bardock grimaced from pushing himself so hard as his head started to pound. Soon it would be a fight to stay concious. It was almost done though. It didn't take long at the speeds they were going for him to reach the gate as Selypa was pulling it open and he flew inside to the darkness that was the Demon World and angled upward. With his nose clotted with blood, he didn't quite register the scents of the other realm and for that one thing he was grateful. The minute Ba'Tege entered behind, he'd make his way out before the door could be closed on him.

[Selypa]

So close to the gate and the horrendous scents, Selypa wasn't even able to recognize the scent of Bardock's blood. Even a saiyajin's expert sense of smell couldn't get past that stench.

That didn't matter, however, because her only focus was on the gate. The fast-moving form of Bardock flew past her into the gate. As soon as he had gone through, she was already pushing the gate closed because... Well, frankly, the fucking psychotic bastard was a split second behind him.

It was a moment of trust. She was going to have to trust that Bardock got out before she got the gate shut, because there was no fucking way she could keep it open a second longer then necessary. So, she gritted her teeth, pushing the gate closer and closer...

[Ba'Tege]

Several of the voices were screaming in his head. The small whelpling in the deepest nethers of him mind that represented his sanity and any bit of rationale screamed at him that he was actually heading face first into a trap. But the irrational, explosive rage could not be cut through by the sensible warnings.

He chased after Bardock through the large double doors that let into the putrid Demon World and for an instant the rage seemed to his an unseen wall in the mind as the stench hit his nose. The darkness had folded around him save for the dim light that filtered in through the open sliver of the double doors. He could no longer see what he had been pursuing.

"WHERE ARE YOU, LITTLE BASTARD? GIVE ME MY CLOAK OR DI-WELL, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY, BUT GIVE ME MY CLOAK BEFORE WE GET TO THAT!"

Ba'Tege blinked, noticing that the ray of incoming light was growing thinner and thinner as he turned to catch sight of Selypa closing the door.

'Um, get the fuck out, nimrod!'

'Don't sit there with your head up your ass!'

'By the way, you ruined my purse...'

'KILL HER WITH FIRE! NOW!'

The fallen prince twitched spastically before he started heading back for the entrance and Selypa.

[Bardock]

As Ba'Tege started to turn, Bardock attacked quickly. Blinded not only by the darkness but by the blood in his eyes and nose, the veteran had depended soley on the younger Saiyajin's penchant for screaming. He dropped the cloak on the crazed man's head before he slammed his fists down on him to knock him towards the floor and the demons who had stepped out to see the show.

Bardock could barely make out the sliver of light ahead and he shot for it, using what little strength he had left in reserve to launch himself through the closing doors.

Grunting as the tip of his tail was badly knicked as the doors sealed themselves back up, the third-class commander crashed into the ground and rolled several feet. He stayed where he had landed, taking a much needed rest even though part of his brain was screaming at him that he still needed to clear the fuck out. Regardless, Bardock had next to no energy to burn.

"Oh God...That sucks..." His eye twitched, as did the rest of him now and then. It was almost all he could do to stay awake, he desperately wanted another fucking nap now. Slowly, despite his body trying to bring him back down, he tried to push himself up shakily. "Urgh, Selypa...Little help...?" Everything felt like it was on fire and he tried to blink the blood away to see better, after a few it seemed his vision improved just a bit.