12-20-2004, 05:37 PM
It had been several minutes before Bulma stood up from her seat in the bunker. Thus far, this tournament had been extremely uneventful for the young woman. Even 16, who had not yet been in a fight, had alittle taste of the action. Quite frankly, she was bored. Beyond bored. Not only that, but she was seperated from the one person she wanted to protect.
"16..." Bulma said, looking over at him as he too stood, "Whats the date?"
"I'm not sure," he replied. The 20th, I think."
Bulma nodded. She was right. "Lets go." With that, she grabbed her suit and walked out, to find her daughter. 16 followed her without a word as they headed north. Today was suddenly more significant then she thought it be.
Her daughter was growing up. Bra was now 12.
[]Heading to B, PLEASE rp, 16
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"16..." Bulma said, looking over at him as he too stood, "Whats the date?"
"I'm not sure," he replied. The 20th, I think."
Bulma nodded. She was right. "Lets go." With that, she grabbed her suit and walked out, to find her daughter. 16 followed her without a word as they headed north. Today was suddenly more significant then she thought it be.
Her daughter was growing up. Bra was now 12.
[]Heading to B, PLEASE rp, 16
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