[02] [Open] ♚ All Aboard the Pain Train

[bigbingoattack]

Who: bigbingoattack, capforthat, and YOU. Open to fighters or spectators!
When: Backdated to 1/22 (6/17)
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Immediately following this network post where Vegeta called out to fellow fighters.
Rating/Warning: Fighting, likely to contain violence, blood, and foul language
Important Note: Do not feel obligated to reply! I am more than happy to handwave any fights between characters. But if you do want to proceed, feel free to get in touch with me so we can talk things out. I am not completely familiar with all of the characters in the game and their various abilities, so I'd love to hear from you before we jump into things. You can contact me through any of these ways.

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Option A. ROUND 1--FIGHT

[Vegeta was waiting.

The Saiyan was hovering above the gardens, about ten feet or so off of the ground, arms crossed over his muscled chest and his expression as stone-faced as ever. The anticipation for battle was beginning to tingle up his spine, but the man remained quiet and calm.

It wouldn't be too much longer.]

Option B. No fighting in the bleachers

[...or benches, more accurately. Bulma was seated on a bench with her hands cupped around a hot drink. Her eyes followed the fighting with keen interest, excitement even, and apparently without concern. She was confident that today's matches would be, if not fair (how could they be when a Saiyan was involved?), at least honorable.

Abruptly, she leaped to her feet and cupped a hand around her mouth to shout,] WOOHOO! GO GET'EM HONEY! KICK HIS FACE IN!!

Option C. Wildcard.

[Go nuts! If you'd like to start threads between other characters or try to brawl with some of the other fighters showing up, go for it!]

Comments

[serving_love]

[Sanji shoves himself back up to his feet the second Vegeta's arms drop, legs widening into his usual fighting stance and arms coming up to block, just in case another one of those lightning quick moves follows the abrupt shift in demeanor.

Not that being prepared would do him much good, and he wobbles anyway with a wince just as Vegeta's reply hits him.

And then his eyes widen and his arms lower a bit.

Oh.

...

Well. Oops?]

Shit.

[Rather plaintively said.

He straightens further and reaches up to scrub a hand through his hair -- though that turns out to be a mistake, ow, he might've fucked up his shoulder when he hit the ground. Come to think of it, he's got pins and needles all the way down to his hand. Geez.

But back to the important things—]

Lucky you.

[...It's meant to be a compliment, really, but all that not possessiveness practically oozing off of the Saiyan over there has Sanji backpedaling quickly lest Vegeta incinerates him for thinking his wife is hot.

He clears his throat, very pointedly not looking at Bulma again.]

Of course, I didn't fuckin' know that.

[bigbingoattack]

[His lips curl into a defensive snarl.

Vegeta has always been a little odd to say the least. Even when it's very clear that he cares a great deal over something--like his ultimate dream of surpassing Goku in strength or the way his stomach clenches uncomfortably to see his young son cry--his pride refuses to let him ever acknowledge it. This, sadly, applies to his wife as well.

The man practically spits out his next reply, all collected calmness thrown out the door,] Tch, what do I care! [His actions tell a different story, but no one would ever get that out of him.] I am only here to fight, I don't give a damn otherwise.

[There may be the slightest bit of pink to Vegeta's face as he growled, but that was all of that bubbling anger, right? Besides, it was hard to concentrate on the Saiyan's coloring when he was raising his fists in preparation of more punching.] Now fight me before I rip you to pieces!

[serving_love]

[...Heh. A reaction like that actually manages to amuse Sanji, despite the situation. He cocks an eyebrow at the other man, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.

Vegeta's that type, huh? Figures. Polar opposite of Sanji. If he was married to such a gorgeous woman, he'd be singing her praises and fawning over her all day, every day. Actually, hell, being married aint't required -- he does that sort of shit anyway to damn near every pretty girl he sees walking down the street.

So Vegeta's supposed bubbling anger just kinda bounces right off Sanji as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. If he's going to get himself killed right now (because hell if he's going to call it quits just yet; he's still standing, after all...barely), he might as well enjoy a final smoke first.]

Alright, alright. Keep your shitty spandex on, I'm ready.

[Though, despite his words, he still takes the time to quickly light up before he tucks the lighter away again, leaving his hand in his pocket and looking across at Vegeta once more as he takes a drag.

He's still in his "ready" stance, feet slightly spread and more than prepared to snap a leg out if Vegeta comes at him. First move's on him, Sanji will just poke at him until he gets a fist smashed into his face or something.]

So how'd you two meet?

[bigbingoattack]

[Bulma may deserve a partner who would sing her praises at every presented opportunity, but it was clearly not what the heiress actually wanted. Despite how unconventional their relationship was to those on the outside (and their closest friends at times too), could there really be another man out there able to match her incredible intelligence and dreadful stubbornness?

Not likely. At least not one that wouldn't break beneath Bulma's withering glares, piercing shrieks, and shy flirtations at other men.

Really, no one realizes how much Vegeta puts up with.

Out comes that cigarette from Sanji, who looks all too casual considering the beating he'd just taken, Vegeta's furious expression twisting in disgust. Even from this distance, the revolting smell reaches the Saiyan's too sensitive nose, his intense gaze still locked onto the other man.

...This is....definitely not fighting. Are all of the humans here too stupid to understand that a good battle is all that he wants?!]

If you must know, I came to annihilate her planet. [Vegeta was not the type to share personal information. Unless that information just further showcased his superior strength.]

[serving_love]

[CIGARETTES GIVE HIM STRENGTH OKAY--

No, not really, but if Vegeta's going to let him smoke it then he'll gladly use the time to regroup. He can probably get in one last round of good hand-to-hand exchanges, if only to stretch this out and spare himself the annoyance of going down in such an embarrassingly short amount of time.

That response certainly has his eyebrows hiking even further up his forehead, though.]

No shit, really?

[Wow. Just wow. He senses there's a really good story there, but like hell he's going to try to get it out of Vegeta. Instead, he just barks out a laugh.]

How fucking romantic.

[He takes one last, long drag of his smoke, then lets it drop to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his shoe.

Alright, break's over. The grin falls off his face as the casual air leaves him, and he taps the toe of his shoe against the ground once, twice—

And then kicks off the ground and flashes forward, faster than a lot of humans would be able to even if the speed is nothing compared to what Vegeta can do. He launches into another round of powerful, sure kicks, just trying to make any sort of contact at all. If there's any kind of opening to land a hit, he'll take it, but mostly he just wants to see how long he can keep up with the other man. He pushes himself to be quick and not to get sloppy, and does his damnedest to block in return.

Straight up martial arts -- sans any punching, of course.

The next hard hit he takes from Vegeta will probably end with him being down for the count, though.]