05-20-2006, 12:43 PM
Trunks turned to Bulma and Hellfighter. ?See you guys later.? Bulma gave him one last smile as she waved goodbye to him. Somehow she knew she would see him again soon. Seeing her son had brought joy to her day. The two others that were with Trunks made their way out of the restaurant. The raven haired android gave Bulma a 3 second glance, and then exited the restaurant. ?Hey, over here bartender? said Bulma with her usual enthusiastic self. ?I would like an apple martini on the rocks, shaken not stirred. I would also like to order fries with two steaks and two quarter pounders!?
?On its way? replied the bartender. He looked at her once more, wondering how a slender looking woman like her had an appetite even larger than a saiyan?s. The cyan haired woman watched as the man began shaking a steel container. He poured the contents into a glass. ?Would you like some ice with that?? he asked.
?Yes please.? The bartender handed the drink over to Bulma. She began taking sips of her drink.
Nice!
A couple of minutes later, a waiter brought two plates of food over to her. ?Place them on table C? she said as she made her way over to it. She could clearly see that the table was empty. She picked up her drink and sat down on a chair, preparing herself to eat. At last she could eat without having to worry about the seeing the sight of any dead beings. The deadly stench had even left the restaurant, courtesy of Bulma Brief?s.
It wasn?t long before Bulma had finished her meal. She slouched on her seat as she put her hand on her stomach. She signalled for the waiter to come. ?Do you sale Chrystole?? The bartender looked at her, clueless. ?I guess not. Well can I have a bottle of your 1971 Macallan?? The waiter let out a gasp as he rushed off to talk to another member of staff. A minute later a man in a suit came from behind the bar with a bottle of dusty alcohol. He began dusting it off as he made his way towards her. ?I am the manager of this restaurant and I would just like to shake your hand Madame!? Bulma gave him an odd look, struggling to stand up from all of the food she had eaten. She slowly shook his hand. ?Look at all of these people around you Madame. No contenders in the history of Dante?s Abyss have ever ordered a bottle of Macallan. Of all the years of Dante?s Abyss I have never seen anyone with such an expensive taste as you. I understand you are the daughter of the owner of capsule corp. I only wish we had a bottle of Chrystole to hand to you. I?m going to be honest with you. This restaurant is below your level. It?s a pity you had to stay in a hotel like this. A woman of your value should be staying at the Dante Lanxuer. It is a 5 star hotel!? Bulma?s eyes lit up in glee. ?Once I defeat 43 others, and if I have the strength I?ll check it out.?
?You?re a pretty confident woman aren?t you??
?For real? she replied.
?Here is your bottle of Macallan. It has been in our restaurant since the first ever Dante?s Abyss. Nobody has ever ordered a drink of this quality until now!? Bulma received the bottle from the manager. She ripped off the top, causing both men to gasp, surprised with her level of strength. The manager stared in amazement.
How can one open a bottle without a wine opener?
Bulma sat at her table and watched as a waiter brought a brand new glass over to her. Bulma began pouring the contents of the alcoholic drink in her glass consistently until the entire contents of the bottle were finished. She slowly lifted the bottle from the table and stuck out her tongue. The last drop of Macallan made its way onto her tongue, like a rain drop falling from the sky. Bulma then collapsed onto the restaurant floor. The empty bottle rolled out of her hand, as she began snoozing.
?On its way? replied the bartender. He looked at her once more, wondering how a slender looking woman like her had an appetite even larger than a saiyan?s. The cyan haired woman watched as the man began shaking a steel container. He poured the contents into a glass. ?Would you like some ice with that?? he asked.
?Yes please.? The bartender handed the drink over to Bulma. She began taking sips of her drink.
Nice!
A couple of minutes later, a waiter brought two plates of food over to her. ?Place them on table C? she said as she made her way over to it. She could clearly see that the table was empty. She picked up her drink and sat down on a chair, preparing herself to eat. At last she could eat without having to worry about the seeing the sight of any dead beings. The deadly stench had even left the restaurant, courtesy of Bulma Brief?s.
It wasn?t long before Bulma had finished her meal. She slouched on her seat as she put her hand on her stomach. She signalled for the waiter to come. ?Do you sale Chrystole?? The bartender looked at her, clueless. ?I guess not. Well can I have a bottle of your 1971 Macallan?? The waiter let out a gasp as he rushed off to talk to another member of staff. A minute later a man in a suit came from behind the bar with a bottle of dusty alcohol. He began dusting it off as he made his way towards her. ?I am the manager of this restaurant and I would just like to shake your hand Madame!? Bulma gave him an odd look, struggling to stand up from all of the food she had eaten. She slowly shook his hand. ?Look at all of these people around you Madame. No contenders in the history of Dante?s Abyss have ever ordered a bottle of Macallan. Of all the years of Dante?s Abyss I have never seen anyone with such an expensive taste as you. I understand you are the daughter of the owner of capsule corp. I only wish we had a bottle of Chrystole to hand to you. I?m going to be honest with you. This restaurant is below your level. It?s a pity you had to stay in a hotel like this. A woman of your value should be staying at the Dante Lanxuer. It is a 5 star hotel!? Bulma?s eyes lit up in glee. ?Once I defeat 43 others, and if I have the strength I?ll check it out.?
?You?re a pretty confident woman aren?t you??
?For real? she replied.
?Here is your bottle of Macallan. It has been in our restaurant since the first ever Dante?s Abyss. Nobody has ever ordered a drink of this quality until now!? Bulma received the bottle from the manager. She ripped off the top, causing both men to gasp, surprised with her level of strength. The manager stared in amazement.
How can one open a bottle without a wine opener?
Bulma sat at her table and watched as a waiter brought a brand new glass over to her. Bulma began pouring the contents of the alcoholic drink in her glass consistently until the entire contents of the bottle were finished. She slowly lifted the bottle from the table and stuck out her tongue. The last drop of Macallan made its way onto her tongue, like a rain drop falling from the sky. Bulma then collapsed onto the restaurant floor. The empty bottle rolled out of her hand, as she began snoozing.