05-16-2007, 04:53 AM
The cyan haired woman had wondered off, away from Olibu, and in his intoxication he hadn?t the slightest idea of where she had gone. However, it bothered him not; he couldn?t shake the visions he had of almost every woman he had ran into. Behind his dreamy blue eyes, every woman appeared as the one he had failed. The inkling of Bra resembling Bulma was dismissed by the fact that his mind had made every woman appear to look like Bulma.
The stench of alcohol lingered around the blonde fighter as he attempted to raise himself from his bar stool. The emerald warrior, crazed and psychotic from his taste of revenge, felt himself tense up as though the calm moment just before a fight was appearing before them. And as he stare back into the clear blue eyes of his opponent from just one year ago, the moment of calm passed. However it had not transitioned into further developed stages; the fight never came. Instead the thunderous sound of a rather large man crashing to the floor broke the calm.
Retane, who had compiled a rather bewildered expression upon his face, stood there towering over the drunk. Surely not; could this drunk be the same man who had best him? If it was so, the courageous warrior that stood on the battle field just one year ago had lost himself within a broken shell of a man.
The emerald warrior couldn?t stand the sight of Olibu, there would be no pleasure in a victory over this man. No, vengeance was to be sweet, not shameful. However, the namkian had no idea what his next move should be, he had not completely dismissed his revenge; he would have it. Only he would have to change the circumstances.
(I'm seriously sorry Retane. Some things have come up at home, its pulling me from my writting, but I'll try to stay in this. Again sorry for the length)
The stench of alcohol lingered around the blonde fighter as he attempted to raise himself from his bar stool. The emerald warrior, crazed and psychotic from his taste of revenge, felt himself tense up as though the calm moment just before a fight was appearing before them. And as he stare back into the clear blue eyes of his opponent from just one year ago, the moment of calm passed. However it had not transitioned into further developed stages; the fight never came. Instead the thunderous sound of a rather large man crashing to the floor broke the calm.
Retane, who had compiled a rather bewildered expression upon his face, stood there towering over the drunk. Surely not; could this drunk be the same man who had best him? If it was so, the courageous warrior that stood on the battle field just one year ago had lost himself within a broken shell of a man.
The emerald warrior couldn?t stand the sight of Olibu, there would be no pleasure in a victory over this man. No, vengeance was to be sweet, not shameful. However, the namkian had no idea what his next move should be, he had not completely dismissed his revenge; he would have it. Only he would have to change the circumstances.
(I'm seriously sorry Retane. Some things have come up at home, its pulling me from my writting, but I'll try to stay in this. Again sorry for the length)