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[goddamnbadman]

[It's a rather brisk evening! People are finally starting to break out the fall and winter gear... except for two guys wearing blue spandex and darting in and out of range of each other. One of them seems to be doing much better hit-wise than the other.

Just take a guess who that is.]

Get back up and do it again!

S-sorry...

[It's not too cold

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[goddamnbadman]

[... so long as my little brother's body tumbling back down doesn't land on or near that bench you should probably be okay]

[goddamnbadman]

[do you? do you really?

meanwhile, pissily criticizing Tarble for not keeping his guard up]

[goddamnbadman]

[dropping down to the ground, arms crossed, diverting attention to you for now]

Are you going to try to pin this one on me, now, too?

[goddamnbadman]

I'm so sorry I interrupted your beauty rest.

[disinheritance]

[Oh, I do hope you're a friend of my brother's and that this bench is big enough for two. Because my face seems to have crashed through it and the rest of me has followed suit, tearing it in two.

ow ow ow ow ow]

[disinheritance]

[sitting up slowly, holding his nose. Thankfully because Saiyans are made of some damn near indestructible thing - like year old taffy. He's come out of this with just a few scratches.]

S... sorry.

[disinheritance]

Ahh, I'm fine. [A reassuring smile. Look at how sweet and well mannered he is!] My brother and I are just training... perhaps we should move to a different place.

Are you alright? [because rubble, man. it flies.]

[disinheritance]

Ah, I'm fine. [Standing up. Dusting his armor off. The most he's goten is several nasty cuts across his face.]