11-19-2006, 07:13 PM
In the real world, five days had past since the brutal war on Vegeta. Eight months had commenced in Madena?s dimension, where she had been training the earthling the entire time. Creator and creation stood side by side. The earthling had grown both mentally, spiritually and physically during her training. She matured in appearance, unfortunately just her appearance. Somehow, during her time in another dimension, her hair suddenly managed to transform back into its original colour, cyan. Her beautiful hair flowed down to her shoulders. Most importantly, she had managed to regain all of her memory during the months.
She had never seen so many saiyan?s gathered together since the war. Among the thousands gathered, she identified a number of non-inhabitants. All seemed to be huddled on the sign up grounds, for Dante?s Abyss Conquest.
Bulma was familiar with this predicament. She thought back to the time when so many earthlings gathered to participate in Dante?s Abyss. The whole process seemed similar. Nobody seemed to be queuing up in an orderly fashion. This was like a de-javu; the only difference is that these saiyan?s were far less civil. She and Medena had only been lining up for three minutes, and four fights had broken out already. The squabbles broke out all for the same reason, eagerness to get to the front of the line.
More brawls occurred, resulting in security guards dressed in black rushing to the scene. Even the guards themselves were having a tough time controlling the untamed queue. ?It?s pointless trying to stop these saiyan?s. They are all the same, blood hungry for battles!?
?Hmph,? nodded Bulma in agreement, with her arms crossed. She was also eager to participate, but remained humble, unlike the herd in front of her. If this event was anything like Dante?s Abyss, then she was prepared, prepared to kill, as long as she knew they would return to the world of the living straight afterwards. If the circumstance differed, then she would not bother to participate. ?We must head towards the front, whilst none are aware,? said the semi angel.
?But that?s unfair,? replied Bulma, turning her face to her. ?Some of these people must have been waiting here for ages. Skipping the queue?? Before the noble girl could finish off her sentence, a hand held her wrist, vanishing. The dynamic duo appeared near the front of the line. The signing up desk was now viewable to their eyes. The semi warrior looked the human in the face, giving her a look, which meant, ?nobody found out did they?? The cyan-haired girl remained silent, feeling insignificant.
They waited another four minutes to reach the signing up desk. ?Your names?? asked the male clerk. The female?s glanced at each other for a second, and then back to the male. ?Medena.?
?Bulma,? answered the other after after. ?Defender??
?She asked for your name, not your life story,? said her demon mentor.
?Defender of the?? A red palm covered the teen?s mouth, silencing her.
?Quiet,? she told the teen. ?Her names Bulma!? The man chuckled, entertained by the duo?s display.
?Okay, I will need you to both fill out some personal details on these sheets!? He drew two sheets of paper forward towards them. They both reached for a pen and did so. Bulma handed the sheet back to him. ?Is that all??
?No, not at all. I will hand you both over to the assistants behind me, to take a photo!? explained the attendant. The girl thought back to the time she was asked to take a photo while signing up for Dante?s Abyss. ?Which reminds me. Do we have to kill people?? she asked, concerned.
?Yes. Everything you need to know will be explained inside a folder you will both receive, all in due time mam.?
?I wanna know now. Those that we kill, will they be returned to the living world immediately??
?Hehehehe? laughed the man, adored with her concern. ?Yes, humble child.?
?Whohoo,? she yelled triumphantly. ?Chamouwn.? The girl cocked her leg forward, snapping her finger, with her hand in the air. Silence filled the area, with everyone?s eyes on her. Some mouths, including Medena?s fell open, astonished by her sudden act. ?I came here on my own,? lied the demon to the spectators. ?No you?? A hand swung to the face of the girl. ?Special clap of thunder,? exclaimed Medena, giving the girl a hot and crispy slap. CLAP. ?Oohs? escaped the other warrior?s mouths, looking down at the teen. Some felt sorry for her.
Bulma lay on the floor with her eyes in a twirl. The teen?s creation dragged her past the information desk, by her ankle. The group of warriors behind, looked on, not one of them could utter a word concerning what they had just witnessed. Dr Brief?s daughter glanced at the camera, ready for her seventh photo snap attempt. ?Are you ready this time?? asked the photographer impatiently. ?They don?t pay me enough,? she said quietly to herself, with a frown.
?Hang on.? The girl pulled out a platinum pendulum, the size of a soap bar, with the words Bulma printed on it in block letters. Small diamonds coated the matching chain. ?Like the rocks?? she asked. She crossed her arms with one hand held out. ?West siiiiyde!? she exclaimed, putting her fingers in a W shape. The toothpick in the female photographer?s mouth fell out, onto the floor. She gave the girl a bizarre stare. ?What, you?ve never seen bling bling before?? said the earthling holding her heavy chain, as it continued to sparkle. The woman holding the camera shook her head, due to the girls infatuate behaviour.
The human struck a bad girl pose with two hands in the air. The light in the camera flashed, taking her picture at last. ?I?ve never met anyone like her,? whispered the photographer to another photographer. ?She?s loopy,? said the other.
Crash. Splinters from a broken table flew everywhere. ?What, you did say show me your strength didn?t you. Oh, did I over do it?? she said, rubbing her scalp with one finger. ?The table!? said a staff member who slowly walked over to the girl handing her a folder. ?Here are the rules, abide by them.? She and Medena then made their way to the area where the tele-tubes were located. They then entered one each. In no time, Bulma was once again on Dante.
OOC: With my NPC Medena. Signing from Planet Vegeta.
She had never seen so many saiyan?s gathered together since the war. Among the thousands gathered, she identified a number of non-inhabitants. All seemed to be huddled on the sign up grounds, for Dante?s Abyss Conquest.
Bulma was familiar with this predicament. She thought back to the time when so many earthlings gathered to participate in Dante?s Abyss. The whole process seemed similar. Nobody seemed to be queuing up in an orderly fashion. This was like a de-javu; the only difference is that these saiyan?s were far less civil. She and Medena had only been lining up for three minutes, and four fights had broken out already. The squabbles broke out all for the same reason, eagerness to get to the front of the line.
More brawls occurred, resulting in security guards dressed in black rushing to the scene. Even the guards themselves were having a tough time controlling the untamed queue. ?It?s pointless trying to stop these saiyan?s. They are all the same, blood hungry for battles!?
?Hmph,? nodded Bulma in agreement, with her arms crossed. She was also eager to participate, but remained humble, unlike the herd in front of her. If this event was anything like Dante?s Abyss, then she was prepared, prepared to kill, as long as she knew they would return to the world of the living straight afterwards. If the circumstance differed, then she would not bother to participate. ?We must head towards the front, whilst none are aware,? said the semi angel.
?But that?s unfair,? replied Bulma, turning her face to her. ?Some of these people must have been waiting here for ages. Skipping the queue?? Before the noble girl could finish off her sentence, a hand held her wrist, vanishing. The dynamic duo appeared near the front of the line. The signing up desk was now viewable to their eyes. The semi warrior looked the human in the face, giving her a look, which meant, ?nobody found out did they?? The cyan-haired girl remained silent, feeling insignificant.
They waited another four minutes to reach the signing up desk. ?Your names?? asked the male clerk. The female?s glanced at each other for a second, and then back to the male. ?Medena.?
?Bulma,? answered the other after after. ?Defender??
?She asked for your name, not your life story,? said her demon mentor.
?Defender of the?? A red palm covered the teen?s mouth, silencing her.
?Quiet,? she told the teen. ?Her names Bulma!? The man chuckled, entertained by the duo?s display.
?Okay, I will need you to both fill out some personal details on these sheets!? He drew two sheets of paper forward towards them. They both reached for a pen and did so. Bulma handed the sheet back to him. ?Is that all??
?No, not at all. I will hand you both over to the assistants behind me, to take a photo!? explained the attendant. The girl thought back to the time she was asked to take a photo while signing up for Dante?s Abyss. ?Which reminds me. Do we have to kill people?? she asked, concerned.
?Yes. Everything you need to know will be explained inside a folder you will both receive, all in due time mam.?
?I wanna know now. Those that we kill, will they be returned to the living world immediately??
?Hehehehe? laughed the man, adored with her concern. ?Yes, humble child.?
?Whohoo,? she yelled triumphantly. ?Chamouwn.? The girl cocked her leg forward, snapping her finger, with her hand in the air. Silence filled the area, with everyone?s eyes on her. Some mouths, including Medena?s fell open, astonished by her sudden act. ?I came here on my own,? lied the demon to the spectators. ?No you?? A hand swung to the face of the girl. ?Special clap of thunder,? exclaimed Medena, giving the girl a hot and crispy slap. CLAP. ?Oohs? escaped the other warrior?s mouths, looking down at the teen. Some felt sorry for her.
Bulma lay on the floor with her eyes in a twirl. The teen?s creation dragged her past the information desk, by her ankle. The group of warriors behind, looked on, not one of them could utter a word concerning what they had just witnessed. Dr Brief?s daughter glanced at the camera, ready for her seventh photo snap attempt. ?Are you ready this time?? asked the photographer impatiently. ?They don?t pay me enough,? she said quietly to herself, with a frown.
?Hang on.? The girl pulled out a platinum pendulum, the size of a soap bar, with the words Bulma printed on it in block letters. Small diamonds coated the matching chain. ?Like the rocks?? she asked. She crossed her arms with one hand held out. ?West siiiiyde!? she exclaimed, putting her fingers in a W shape. The toothpick in the female photographer?s mouth fell out, onto the floor. She gave the girl a bizarre stare. ?What, you?ve never seen bling bling before?? said the earthling holding her heavy chain, as it continued to sparkle. The woman holding the camera shook her head, due to the girls infatuate behaviour.
The human struck a bad girl pose with two hands in the air. The light in the camera flashed, taking her picture at last. ?I?ve never met anyone like her,? whispered the photographer to another photographer. ?She?s loopy,? said the other.
Crash. Splinters from a broken table flew everywhere. ?What, you did say show me your strength didn?t you. Oh, did I over do it?? she said, rubbing her scalp with one finger. ?The table!? said a staff member who slowly walked over to the girl handing her a folder. ?Here are the rules, abide by them.? She and Medena then made their way to the area where the tele-tubes were located. They then entered one each. In no time, Bulma was once again on Dante.
OOC: With my NPC Medena. Signing from Planet Vegeta.