[b]Zabura[/b]

Zabura was silent as he watched from a top of roof of one of the many buildings that littered the Budokai tournament, his arms were crossed almost in a form of agitation as he watched the various humans an other species alike mingle around loudly. They were like ants, all of them scurrying around unchecked, unmarked, doing as they pleased wherever they desired. It was obvious that to the demon King that this kind of freedom was not something that was seen everyday, at least not for him. In the Demon Realm such freedom did not even exist, you had your place, your level in life, and you were not allowed to move beyond that unless you were told too. Even Zabura had to deal with his role in the Demon Realm, he was not exempt from it, however his role was a lot harder then the rest. Most to none understood what being the Prince of the Demon Realm entailed, unlike the mass of Demons lumbering about, Zabura was never allowed even that amount of freedom, he was always being trained, tested, taught, hurt, such was the life when you were destined to be the new King of Demon Realm one day. He did not hate his life nor did he regret it, because to a Demon regret was an emotion that had no real place, and hate was just a form of crying for a Demon. None truly understood the nature of a demon, to these people he was but a monster at best, and perhaps in some ways he was, but things were different in Demon Realm then they are here, something he had definitively found out through his time here. The most annoying perhaps was the fact that unlike in the Demon Realm he was unable to achieve his full power in this place. Hell he could barely obtain even ten percent of his power here, this place was so full of light energy, there was dark of course but not nearly enough.

This was a problem in a way, not being to obtain his full power, however it was not a problem as of right now, it was not like any of these weak earthlings even posed even a little bit of a threat to him. His standing power was more then enough to deal with these... people... if it truly came down to it. However he could sense higher power levels hidden within this planet, this is what interested him the most, besides the real reason he had appeared at the tournament grounds this day. These power levels paled in comparison to what he hoped to obtain from this tournament, the only thing he truly cared about right now was finding out what had happened to Dabura, an seeming there seemed to be no real information he could possess from these people, then there was but one way... a wish from these mystical items that were said to be the prize of winning this tournament. He had come too late to qualify in the tournament but this made no difference to him, he would take by force if that was truly how it had to be, no one would stop him from obtaining the truth behind Dabura's disappearance. 

For now however he would bide his time seeming he did not know where these mystical Dragon Balls were being held, so he would just have to wait an see for now. Zabura uncrossed his arms silently as he jumped from the top of the building and slowly made his way down to the ground. As his feet hit the cold cement his green cape billowed slightly behind him before he walked silently into the crowd of people all around. The stares he received were numerous as he walked almost two feet or more taller then everybody else, the looks of fear were obvious to him as a lot of these earthlings tried to avoid even getting near him none the less anything else. However this did not stop the numerous other earthlings from bumping into him as he was engulfed in a sea of people going in every direction. Zabura was not used to being touched or bumped into, consider him royalty if you like, but in his realm no demon dared to touch him even by accident, so it did not come naturally to him that these weaklings were bumping into him like he was just another person here. His frustration was evident soon enough as he was soon being crowded and blocked in by people all over the place. His anger at a peak Zabura built up energy in his hands, and then out stretching his arms, raw energy emitted from his finger tips as a fierce wind like gust hit both sides of crowded people. Almost instantly the crowd of people on both sides were blown slightly away from Zabura as they were knocked on top of each other. Zabura lowered his arms as he silently continued walking, the numerous people were now dazed slightly but not hurt, they would probably never even realize he had anything to do with the freak gust of wind, like it mattered to him anyways.

Eventually Zabura found himself wondering into the area that housed the main arena, like before the entire place was packing with people ready to watch the fighting. Zabura would want a close seat so he silently pushed his way through the crowd of people, making his way forward he found and empty seat near a couple earthlings, one in particular seemed a lot different from the other ones from his spiky hair, and he also had a sufficiently higher power level just from feel. Zabura turned his gaze on him just for a split second as the boy seemed to be leaving catching a glimpse of the boys bacl, his eyes glowing ever so slightly before he drew his attention back away towards the arena. Zabura crossed his arms silently as he stood at the rail watching the arena silently, however this did not last long before he heard a human voice talking towards him.

"Hey buddy, this is my seat, you gotta go somewhere else."

Zabura heard the nosily voice but did not turn or even acknowledge that he had heard it, he just kept his eye's on the ring, he was ever so slightly curious how strong these fighters were going to be, and he did not want to miss anything. The man beside him however did not relent, pushing his finger into his side the man spoke again.

"This is my seat man find your own."

The man poked Zabura a couple more times, Zabura did not turn his head, keeping his arms crossed he raised the hand near the man and pointed one finger up. Like before there was a gust of raw energy but just from his finger this time. The gust of energy hit the man head on, the man flew back idly as if he was flying away backwards and then disappeared with a yelp of surprise. Zabura lowered his finger idly as he kept his eye's trained on the ring, it would almost be time to begin.