05-21-2006, 07:16 AM
?Information Center?? Vegeta read the large sign that hung over the obvious booth where all the stats can be predetermined. This wasn?t going to be easy, but perhaps reading some of the things here would give the King some sort of upper hand. He walked in and began to look around. He could hear whispers of the local Saiya-jins pointing out Vegeta?s presence. Some shied away with fear, and others stood proud to see him out and about the city.
He stopped at the first location, turning left to look into a large glass container of sorts where a few assorted items were placed on a display case. ?Compass?? Vegeta began to read to himself the fine print beneath each item, ?bread, water, scouter, and a map.? He huffed and skipped a few lines down to the part of where it states that if you run out of anything, you will have to hunt for survival. A smug grin broke the seal of the Saiya-jin?s lips and he closed his eyes. An image appeared of when he was just a young figher, no more then 10 years of age and was placed on a planet for 6 months, given the order to completely annihilate the population by his lonesome. The task wasn?t easy, but the only way he learned to survive was by living off of the land.
Food was scarce, yet he soon found where to look, and what to look for. Live and learn, that?s what he dealt with for six months. Eat something good, be full for days; eat something bad, and within seconds he found himself hurled over a bush and releasing all the contents of his insides. The smell of certain scents were permanently instilled within his brain housing group, and even now as he stood in this center, he was able to smell the scent of fresh fruit.
?Mmm!? Vegeta?s eyes snapped open as he heard the deep rumble of his stomach. ?Damn you!? He cursed at himself for allowing the thoughts of food race into his stomach. The last time he ate was that very morning, before the attack on his peaceful domain. ?I need food?? He grumbled again as his stomach spun around and back kicked his kidney. The King found himself looking around for a certain fulfillment, but to his digression, the only thing he found was the bread that was showcased in front of him. Hmm? bread didn?t sound so bad. His eyes darted back and forth; there were no guards in site. No one would care if a small piece of bread had gone missing right? That?s what he figured, so without anymore thinking, Vegeta opened the glass case and grabbed the luscious piece of bread. There was no time to lose as he opened his mouth and placed the loaf into his mouth, chomping down hard on a soft?yet? hard?very hard?rock?
?Argh!? He tossed the tiny boulder onto the ground. ?It?s a fake! Damn you to hell!? He kicked the rock straight into another glass showcase, shattering it into thousands of sharp little pieces. The noise caught the ears of nearby guards, and they quickly began to notice the King who still had his foot in the air. ?Uh oh?? Vegeta knew this looked like a sticky situation, but there was only one way to get out of it. ?Run!? He spun around and began to run out the front entrance, just when he saw Reijin fooling around with something he shouldn?t be touching, but there was no time to confront him. His steps carried him out the door and quickly he threw himself into a large crowd of people. Stealing the robe of an elderly woman, Vegeta wrapped himself up tightly into it, ensuring his face was completely covered. The guards appeared with haste, looking around with confusion. They couldn?t detect Vegeta under his new garment, and decided to continue their search elsewhere, running off towards the eastern sectors.
?Excuse me!? The Elderly woman snatched the robe back from Vegeta and whirled it around her once more. ?You should be ashamed of yourself! Taking things from an old woman like that. What would your mother think?? Vegeta just stared, a bit puzzled at this short woman whose hair looked grayer then used tires.
?Er? I?m sorry?? Vegeta said as he discarded the woman and proceeded on his way to find something to eat. Just then he had a nifty idea, ?Maybe I should?ve eaten her?not like she has much longer to live anyways??
He stopped at the first location, turning left to look into a large glass container of sorts where a few assorted items were placed on a display case. ?Compass?? Vegeta began to read to himself the fine print beneath each item, ?bread, water, scouter, and a map.? He huffed and skipped a few lines down to the part of where it states that if you run out of anything, you will have to hunt for survival. A smug grin broke the seal of the Saiya-jin?s lips and he closed his eyes. An image appeared of when he was just a young figher, no more then 10 years of age and was placed on a planet for 6 months, given the order to completely annihilate the population by his lonesome. The task wasn?t easy, but the only way he learned to survive was by living off of the land.
Food was scarce, yet he soon found where to look, and what to look for. Live and learn, that?s what he dealt with for six months. Eat something good, be full for days; eat something bad, and within seconds he found himself hurled over a bush and releasing all the contents of his insides. The smell of certain scents were permanently instilled within his brain housing group, and even now as he stood in this center, he was able to smell the scent of fresh fruit.
?Mmm!? Vegeta?s eyes snapped open as he heard the deep rumble of his stomach. ?Damn you!? He cursed at himself for allowing the thoughts of food race into his stomach. The last time he ate was that very morning, before the attack on his peaceful domain. ?I need food?? He grumbled again as his stomach spun around and back kicked his kidney. The King found himself looking around for a certain fulfillment, but to his digression, the only thing he found was the bread that was showcased in front of him. Hmm? bread didn?t sound so bad. His eyes darted back and forth; there were no guards in site. No one would care if a small piece of bread had gone missing right? That?s what he figured, so without anymore thinking, Vegeta opened the glass case and grabbed the luscious piece of bread. There was no time to lose as he opened his mouth and placed the loaf into his mouth, chomping down hard on a soft?yet? hard?very hard?rock?
?Argh!? He tossed the tiny boulder onto the ground. ?It?s a fake! Damn you to hell!? He kicked the rock straight into another glass showcase, shattering it into thousands of sharp little pieces. The noise caught the ears of nearby guards, and they quickly began to notice the King who still had his foot in the air. ?Uh oh?? Vegeta knew this looked like a sticky situation, but there was only one way to get out of it. ?Run!? He spun around and began to run out the front entrance, just when he saw Reijin fooling around with something he shouldn?t be touching, but there was no time to confront him. His steps carried him out the door and quickly he threw himself into a large crowd of people. Stealing the robe of an elderly woman, Vegeta wrapped himself up tightly into it, ensuring his face was completely covered. The guards appeared with haste, looking around with confusion. They couldn?t detect Vegeta under his new garment, and decided to continue their search elsewhere, running off towards the eastern sectors.
?Excuse me!? The Elderly woman snatched the robe back from Vegeta and whirled it around her once more. ?You should be ashamed of yourself! Taking things from an old woman like that. What would your mother think?? Vegeta just stared, a bit puzzled at this short woman whose hair looked grayer then used tires.
?Er? I?m sorry?? Vegeta said as he discarded the woman and proceeded on his way to find something to eat. Just then he had a nifty idea, ?Maybe I should?ve eaten her?not like she has much longer to live anyways??
~Semper Fidelis~