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The Crucified Angel
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Rhode Island
Bracca could swear that he could feel it when the wind blew past his long flowing red, spiky when he heard about the news that Goku stepped out of the Cell Games. It was something within the townsfolk in the nearby city that wondered what they should do now, now that there was no one else that could take on the insurmountable task in the form that demented alien from another planet. And for what purpose? Why, to test the strength of any who would dare approach him, of course. Even if it meant costing those their lives.
Overlooking the layout from above a cliff, Bracca folded his arms across his chest, studying the ring not more than 30 yards across from him with a focused look on his face, aiming his emerald irises at the one individual who stood dead center inside the ring: The one that they have all come to know as Cell.
Bracca had to admit it, though. This guy was not your typical average fighter, according to what he could sense from Cell. Judging from the feeling of his ki level, Cell was no doubt the strongest fighter out there. How else could he have bested Goku in just a few moves then nailed him with his own version of a Kamehameha?
Nevertheless, Bracca continued to stand there, waiting for the right time to step in. However, he could swear that he could feel that there was another person - no, another Saiya-jin - approach. Looking up and over his right shoulder, Bracca couldn't tell who this one was, but judging from how furious that he was, this was possibly the son of Goku.
Even Cell could feel it from the center of the ring, opening his wicked looking sky blue irises and looking up towards the corner of his eyes with a smirk. So... This is Gohan... The master of his own tournament thought to himself. I would expect nothing less out of him, I hope. He added, chuckling to himself in confidence.
Overlooking the layout from above a cliff, Bracca folded his arms across his chest, studying the ring not more than 30 yards across from him with a focused look on his face, aiming his emerald irises at the one individual who stood dead center inside the ring: The one that they have all come to know as Cell.
Bracca had to admit it, though. This guy was not your typical average fighter, according to what he could sense from Cell. Judging from the feeling of his ki level, Cell was no doubt the strongest fighter out there. How else could he have bested Goku in just a few moves then nailed him with his own version of a Kamehameha?
Nevertheless, Bracca continued to stand there, waiting for the right time to step in. However, he could swear that he could feel that there was another person - no, another Saiya-jin - approach. Looking up and over his right shoulder, Bracca couldn't tell who this one was, but judging from how furious that he was, this was possibly the son of Goku.
Even Cell could feel it from the center of the ring, opening his wicked looking sky blue irises and looking up towards the corner of his eyes with a smirk. So... This is Gohan... The master of his own tournament thought to himself. I would expect nothing less out of him, I hope. He added, chuckling to himself in confidence.