003- [In Person]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[In response to this conversation.]

[Zarbon hovers over the Parisian skyline, Blackberry in hand. He glances about from building to building, shifting his gaze through the various neighborhood. This goes on for a brief period of time before the alien smirks, puts the Blackberry in his waistband, and raises one hand. He clamps down on the arm with his other hand and let's a rather large blast go, causing quite the explosion and destroying a lovely chunk of the city in the process.

As he surveys the destruction, he casually removes the Blackberry and starts speaking to someone.]

...And just what exactly do you intend to do about this?

Tell me where they are.

[Open to anyone who would want to jump in?]

Comments

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Zarbon drops down not too far from where Dende stops, pressing a hand to the arm and looking at the blood it comes back with.]

To think that you would be able to hurt me... No matter, you're fighting a losing battle anyway.

[He walks towards Dende]

We can stop this at any time. Simply tell me where I may find the Dragon Balls.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende snarls.]

Not a chance Zarbon!

[Oh-ho~ I bet you thought you were out of Dende's reach didn't you Zarbon? Well not so much. Dende stretches out his arms to grab Zarbon and then turns, using the momentum to hurl Zarbon as had as he can. Once he lets go he follows the attack up with a volly of ki-blasts]

Don't get cocky Zarbon... this isn't over yet.

[Dende wipes some of the blood from his face not taking his eyes from the spot her hurled Zarbon]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

What-!

[It's Zarbon's turn to slam into a building, not hard enough to break through completely, though there is a deep indent where he hits.

Then come the ki-blasts.

He barely has time to wipe the blood from his mouth before he's dodging, resulting in a somewhat out-of-breath Alien when the dust settles.]

It is over. You just haven't realized it yet. HAAAAH!

[And he rushes at Dende for another physical assault.]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende's prepared this time. He does his best to utilize his carefully practiced martial arts against Zarbon's. Blocking, dodging and perhaps even getting a few punches and kicks in]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Why won't this Namekian die like the rest? Even Dodoria was able to decimate the Namekian warriors who came to the aid of helpless villagers without raising a sweat.

Maybe thirty years did make a difference.

After enough punches make it through his defenses, however, the Alien has to admit it might be time for a tactic change. He withdraws and retreats a short distance.]

How surprisingly developed your fighting is.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende smirks feeling quite proud of his acomplishments]

I told you, 30 years makes quite a bit of difference, and I am hardly the strongest Namekian out there!

[Dende drops his stance and stands up straight. Still quite warey of Zarbon though]

So, have I proved my point? Or would you like to continue?

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmm...

[There's that cocky smirk that has the darnedest habit of coming out.]

I wouldn't mind stopping, but you still haven't told me what I want to know. It seems fighting won't make you talk.

[He turns from Dende and holds out his hand in a familiar stance.]

Perhaps I should destroy more of this city instead.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende scowls and instanly returns to his fighting stance]

I won't let you pull something like that agaon Zarbon. The second you leave yourself open, I will attack, and I will not hold back.

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

Hmph. I'm not worried about one Namekian. I've taken care of plenty of your kind before.

[Oh, look. Elegant Blaster is charging up.]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

tch!

[Dende charges at Zarbon, hopefully trying to take advantage of his preocupation with blowing up Paris.]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[This is what he was counting on. Zarbon disappears at the last minute and reappears above and behind Dende.]

HAAAAH!

[With a decent amount of force, he connects a kick with Dende's back, sending him careening at a relatively high rate of speed toward the Seine.]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[And there Dende goes flying into the Seine, but not before a sickening crack comes from his back at the impact of the kick... of course Zarbon is going to be diligent and check for a body....right?]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, of course. Zarbon has an excellent track record of checking for bodies in lakes, rivers, and oceans. He'll just dive right in and-...

Oh, wait. That's right. Prissy boy won't get his hair wet. He hovers a bit above the river and, satisfied when Dende doesn't pop back up, snorts.]

I guess I'll have to locate the Dragon Balls myself.

[Enjoy the Seine, Dende.]