06-06-2006, 01:52 AM
Pain. Blood. Fear. Tears. Searing, unadulterated hatred! Everything flowed into one horrid, swirling mess of emotion and agony. Bra actually cried. Not tears of pain. No. Tears of outrage. Her one and only chance to reclaim her past. Gone. Stolen from her because of one man?s arrogance.
She stood upon a cobblestone terrace, her signature white-capped flames of blue raging around her, throwing debris and people through the air all around her. The ground beneath her boots cracked sharply, as if protesting the veritable monster standing on top of it.
Her eyes had become white pools of light, and her face had screwed into an expression of outright rage. Determined, heavy steps brought her nearer and nearer to a desk, while people scurried out of the princess? way, some unlucky enough to be struck and killed by errant rocks and other debris.
?Vegeta,? she growled, lowering her gaze to the man seated at the desk before her. ?Send me there now! I?ll light this whole fuckin? planet up!?
Her threat was not overlooked, and even the DA security teams found themselves cowering at the sight of the furious heiress. One leaned forward, about to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Instead, he merely observed. The cyan haired woman?s eyes were welling up.
Sure enough, they spilled over and tears ran down her face. ?Do it now!!? she shrieked, her voice beginning to falter as the realization of all that had happened settled further into her mind. ?I?m not kidding!!?
?Y-yes, Miss, of course. Hold still now.? stammered the clerk, his fingers flying over a series of keys. Just before Bra released a detonation of raw energy, she vanished, leaving behind chaos and disarray.
The princess traveled across enormous distances in an instant, reappearing inside a small Dante embassy which exploded under the force of Bra?s expended ki, which had been teleported along with her to her father?s home-world.
Bra scowled, her eyes devoid of remorse for the destruction around her. She was a princess, perhaps it was time she started acting as one. If her family was any example, then her next plan of action would be completely rational.
War.
The teal haired woman began to walk, not yet having adjusted to the lack of a collar. She could literally feel the heat of her anger, and she hoped - for the sake of her people - that nobody would interrupt her trek to the palace. A deafening explosion punctuated Bra?s ascension to a super saiyan; an interruption would, indeed, be most unwelcome.
She stood upon a cobblestone terrace, her signature white-capped flames of blue raging around her, throwing debris and people through the air all around her. The ground beneath her boots cracked sharply, as if protesting the veritable monster standing on top of it.
Her eyes had become white pools of light, and her face had screwed into an expression of outright rage. Determined, heavy steps brought her nearer and nearer to a desk, while people scurried out of the princess? way, some unlucky enough to be struck and killed by errant rocks and other debris.
?Vegeta,? she growled, lowering her gaze to the man seated at the desk before her. ?Send me there now! I?ll light this whole fuckin? planet up!?
Her threat was not overlooked, and even the DA security teams found themselves cowering at the sight of the furious heiress. One leaned forward, about to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Instead, he merely observed. The cyan haired woman?s eyes were welling up.
Sure enough, they spilled over and tears ran down her face. ?Do it now!!? she shrieked, her voice beginning to falter as the realization of all that had happened settled further into her mind. ?I?m not kidding!!?
?Y-yes, Miss, of course. Hold still now.? stammered the clerk, his fingers flying over a series of keys. Just before Bra released a detonation of raw energy, she vanished, leaving behind chaos and disarray.
The princess traveled across enormous distances in an instant, reappearing inside a small Dante embassy which exploded under the force of Bra?s expended ki, which had been teleported along with her to her father?s home-world.
Bra scowled, her eyes devoid of remorse for the destruction around her. She was a princess, perhaps it was time she started acting as one. If her family was any example, then her next plan of action would be completely rational.
War.
The teal haired woman began to walk, not yet having adjusted to the lack of a collar. She could literally feel the heat of her anger, and she hoped - for the sake of her people - that nobody would interrupt her trek to the palace. A deafening explosion punctuated Bra?s ascension to a super saiyan; an interruption would, indeed, be most unwelcome.
"I wasted time and now time doth waste me."
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"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."
"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."