11-27-2006, 10:00 AM
The fun and games, even drinking for others, General Broli I.E, was over. Man, did he love drinking wine. He usually consumed wine, whilst having a good laugh with the soldiers. This occurred daily from the get go. He favoured Le De Noor; a wine, which Bulma believed, was tasteless. It was cheap wine, which is why she decided not to help consume it with the others. She preferred expensive bottles of win, like Chateua Corier, rosy red wine, with a rich taste.
Now, everyone was on the move. The two saiyan Generals split the army into two groups. One group, Forlani led by the thick, muscular bodied, younger saiyan Broli. Although he looked all brawn, his strategy revision with the other generals proved looks could definitely be deceiving.
Someone who Bulma respected led the second unit. Not only did she admire him as a great father in-law, but also now, she admired him for his leadership role. He certainly proved to be a good tactician, which impressed her, since she herself is someone who abides by tactics.
Dante now headed into Brairwood Forest, a thick forest with its trees huddled together. The soldier?s footwear clogged against the soft, green grass as they continued their journey. Now, one army split itself into two, as both units followed their leaders. It was the walking, which separated the low-level warriors from the skilled ones. The trekking tired some, but Bulma?s fatigue hardly reduced. Maybe when the battling commenced she would.
The darkening sky meant night was approaching. Soldiers were ordered to gather wood for a fire. Bulma rested herself against a tree, closing her eyes to get some rest. Before she did so, she had watched the fire crackle for a while, observing the steady, bright, comforting flames. A yawn escaped her lips. While the others were conversion and drinking, she fell asleep. She would awake up with a backache the next morning, which she did. She frowned.
That?s the last time I sleep against the tree.
Now, everyone was on the move. The two saiyan Generals split the army into two groups. One group, Forlani led by the thick, muscular bodied, younger saiyan Broli. Although he looked all brawn, his strategy revision with the other generals proved looks could definitely be deceiving.
Someone who Bulma respected led the second unit. Not only did she admire him as a great father in-law, but also now, she admired him for his leadership role. He certainly proved to be a good tactician, which impressed her, since she herself is someone who abides by tactics.
Dante now headed into Brairwood Forest, a thick forest with its trees huddled together. The soldier?s footwear clogged against the soft, green grass as they continued their journey. Now, one army split itself into two, as both units followed their leaders. It was the walking, which separated the low-level warriors from the skilled ones. The trekking tired some, but Bulma?s fatigue hardly reduced. Maybe when the battling commenced she would.
The darkening sky meant night was approaching. Soldiers were ordered to gather wood for a fire. Bulma rested herself against a tree, closing her eyes to get some rest. Before she did so, she had watched the fire crackle for a while, observing the steady, bright, comforting flames. A yawn escaped her lips. While the others were conversion and drinking, she fell asleep. She would awake up with a backache the next morning, which she did. She frowned.
That?s the last time I sleep against the tree.