05-24-2006, 11:01 AM
Bulma sat on the bed, with her body leaned against the wall with her eyes clothed. She had been meditating for an hour. The ship had taken off with all 44 competitors on it. This was her time to train, not to be distracted by anyone on the ship. She could feel her energy growing by the second. Strands of sweat made their way down her face. She used one had to wipe it off while she continued to meditate. She opened her eyes, satisfied with her efforts. Her meditation had been successful. She could feel the power increase. She smiled, pleased with herself. For some reason she didn?t feel like communicating with anyone. She was 100% focused on the task at hand, winning Dante?s Abyss. She was aware that people were searching for her on the ship, but she decided to keep herself him on her bed, labelled number 40.
In her bag contained two days worth supply of bread and two days supply of water. There was also a compass which would be of great use to her, as well as the map of Dante?s Abyss. Her bag also contained a scouter, which she was very familiar with, and a random map which she didn?t feel was necessary. She however kept all of her items with her along with her weapon which she wasn?t impressed by.
This aggravates me. Is this some sort of joke? Why should I downgrade myself to this? I would have to rely on my abilities. This isn?t even a weapon. It is some sort of practical joke. I can only see some use for this!
Bulma gritted her teeth as she let out a loud growl. Her growl had made a couple of people finally take note of her. ?THIS IS A JOOOOOOOOKE!? She roared out loud, not caring who was watching her. Her attention suddenly sprung towards a saiyan who seemed to be troubling her eldest child. She grunted, but stayed where she was. She knew Trunk?s was capable of handling himself. Bulma couldn?t quite make out his words. She had only heard the word ?Dante? come out. Her son was obviously disturbed by the other saiyan?s presence and he wasn?t hiding it. It seemed to her that Trunk?s despised him. Any enemy of her son was considered an enemy of hers.
Huh, is that Vegeta? Heavens! It is him?
Bulma pounced off her bed immediately and walked towards him. He seemed to have his attention on a young cyan haired teen who seemed quite familiar to the woman. She didn?t want to admit it but the teenager resembled her greatly in appearance. The resemblance was uncanny. They shared the same face, same eyes, same hair she watched as Vegeta put his hand of her right shoulder. This made Bulma?s face tighten. Her face turned bright red. The teen was pretty and she had to admit it. She knew that look in Vegata?s eyes all to well. It was the look of affection, the same look he used to give to Bulma whenever he was pleased to see her.
What the hell does he want with that teenage girl?
Bulma walked over to Vegeta who was unaware she was approaching him. She placed her gentle hand on his back. ?Vegeta.? Her presence made him jump back a little. It was perfectly clear that he was surprised to see her.
In her bag contained two days worth supply of bread and two days supply of water. There was also a compass which would be of great use to her, as well as the map of Dante?s Abyss. Her bag also contained a scouter, which she was very familiar with, and a random map which she didn?t feel was necessary. She however kept all of her items with her along with her weapon which she wasn?t impressed by.
This aggravates me. Is this some sort of joke? Why should I downgrade myself to this? I would have to rely on my abilities. This isn?t even a weapon. It is some sort of practical joke. I can only see some use for this!
Bulma gritted her teeth as she let out a loud growl. Her growl had made a couple of people finally take note of her. ?THIS IS A JOOOOOOOOKE!? She roared out loud, not caring who was watching her. Her attention suddenly sprung towards a saiyan who seemed to be troubling her eldest child. She grunted, but stayed where she was. She knew Trunk?s was capable of handling himself. Bulma couldn?t quite make out his words. She had only heard the word ?Dante? come out. Her son was obviously disturbed by the other saiyan?s presence and he wasn?t hiding it. It seemed to her that Trunk?s despised him. Any enemy of her son was considered an enemy of hers.
Huh, is that Vegeta? Heavens! It is him?
Bulma pounced off her bed immediately and walked towards him. He seemed to have his attention on a young cyan haired teen who seemed quite familiar to the woman. She didn?t want to admit it but the teenager resembled her greatly in appearance. The resemblance was uncanny. They shared the same face, same eyes, same hair she watched as Vegeta put his hand of her right shoulder. This made Bulma?s face tighten. Her face turned bright red. The teen was pretty and she had to admit it. She knew that look in Vegata?s eyes all to well. It was the look of affection, the same look he used to give to Bulma whenever he was pleased to see her.
What the hell does he want with that teenage girl?
Bulma walked over to Vegeta who was unaware she was approaching him. She placed her gentle hand on his back. ?Vegeta.? Her presence made him jump back a little. It was perfectly clear that he was surprised to see her.