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Posted this on the TMML awhile back, and I figure I should post it here too.
I'm going straight to the ninth level of Hell for this one. I know it. ^_^
I call this one:
Good Eating!
Devastaion.
Yes, that was the only way to describe it...devastation as far as the proverbial eye
could see. Yet such things mattered little to the one slowly walking toward the heart
of the broken tree ships and decimated forests; where there burned a towering
inferno, colored crimson and gold.
There were no survivors that the being could see. Then again, he doubted there would
be, if his hunch was true. He really didn't want to extend his senses to confirm it,
before he saw it with his own two eyes.
Especially considering the present state of the Juraian homeworld was likely his
fault.
Yep, there he was too...and as the being thought, chewing on what looked to
be...looked to have been someone's arm.
"Vegita..." the being sighed in dismay.
Vegita, prince of the Saiyan, looked up, having heard the complaint. "Welcome
Cyraqs! You were right!" Vegita took another bite, to puncutate his remark.
Sighing again, the one called Cyraqs could only sit down next to Vegita and bury his
face in his hands. "Vegita...I said that I liked to eat a certain Juraian, not that
Juraians were good eating!"
END!
Heh, and to all a good facefault!