05-22-2007, 01:52 PM
Even if were just for a few seconds it was good to see Buri again. It brought a smile onto her face, brightened her day for a brief moment. The girl had grown, though Bulma certain the girl was not ready for Da, even if she did have a power ring.
Bulma did not even get the chance to buy Shinobi and Buri a drink. She was already being whisked away by a Syntech official.
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?I just arrived. I need a drink. I?ve had a heck of a day. You wouldn?t believe it.?
?Well...the most I can do is bring you a bottle. You can?t sit down and drink, you?ve been called to the barracks.? She settled with the idea of a bottle being brought to her.
?Only the finest. A bottle of Dom Perignon Rose and a glass to go.?
?Dom Perignon. That?s our most expensive bottle of wine. Nobody has ever ordered a bottle of any kind before.?
?I have expensive habits and rich tastes,? she said, handing the women her bankcard, not just any bankcard.
?A black card! Wait, I?ve heard about you. You?re that rich millionaire, Bulma Brief?s.? the official sussed out, her mood suddenly overjoyed. The black card, finest wine, it all added up.
?Correct. I take it you?ve never held one. Take you time,? she said sarcastically. She wanted her drink immediately. The next best thing to not getting the chance to kill the man, who turned her mother away from her ? was drinking.
The woman returned with a chilled bottle of the rich scientists desired request, as well as a clean, fine wine glass. She handed the card back to her, before doing so, gazed at it for around six seconds. It was unbelievable. What the official would do to get a black card of her own. She would have to work her whole life off. Working for DA just did not cut it.
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They talked on their way. ?How do you do it Bulma? How do you become successful?? asked the young member of staff.
?Focus on your dreams and let hard work take you there. Sometimes it involves making sacrifices. It?s the only way. I?ve come along way. Though everything seems fine, it isn?t.?
?Why, what?s the problem?? Ding. The elevator door opened. The two females stepped out.
?Personal issues.? What would become of her mother now? What of her father? How would he bare with the fact his wife, was not the same woman he has been happily married for seventeen solid years? What would become of her family? They were already torn apart. She had divorced Vegeta. Would her parents follow that same path?
?I hope everything works out for you.?
?It?s too late for that.? Her mother was lost forever. Gone, just like that. All because of one Commander, who stopped at nothing to defeat his nemesis, however, one he still could not conquer. Bulma overcame his obstacle, almost taking her own life in the process, just to stop the woman who brought her into the world.
?Here you are, the barracks.? The room was no different to last years, beds labelled from number 1 ? 44. ?Your bed number is 36. Good luck.?
?Thank you.?
She gave Bulma one last smile, which was returned, before leaving. The woman dressed in Kai clothes gazed at her bottle in her left hand, and then to her glass in her right. There was only one thing left she needed to accomplish, and to do that, she made her way over to her bed, avoiding facial contact with all her were in the room, regardless of the fact some had their eyes on her, for various reasons maybe. She did not notice the Konat Minoshia was amongst the rest of warriors, who occupied the room.
She undressed the wrapper, which covered the cork. Concentrating her energy on the expensive bottle of champagne, the cork popped off. Her eyes did not bother to search where it landed. ?Here?s to me,? she toasted herself, pouring its rich, crimson contents into her glass. She took a sip, and then another, and then put the glass to her lips again, drinking from her glass.
Bulma did not even get the chance to buy Shinobi and Buri a drink. She was already being whisked away by a Syntech official.
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?I just arrived. I need a drink. I?ve had a heck of a day. You wouldn?t believe it.?
?Well...the most I can do is bring you a bottle. You can?t sit down and drink, you?ve been called to the barracks.? She settled with the idea of a bottle being brought to her.
?Only the finest. A bottle of Dom Perignon Rose and a glass to go.?
?Dom Perignon. That?s our most expensive bottle of wine. Nobody has ever ordered a bottle of any kind before.?
?I have expensive habits and rich tastes,? she said, handing the women her bankcard, not just any bankcard.
?A black card! Wait, I?ve heard about you. You?re that rich millionaire, Bulma Brief?s.? the official sussed out, her mood suddenly overjoyed. The black card, finest wine, it all added up.
?Correct. I take it you?ve never held one. Take you time,? she said sarcastically. She wanted her drink immediately. The next best thing to not getting the chance to kill the man, who turned her mother away from her ? was drinking.
The woman returned with a chilled bottle of the rich scientists desired request, as well as a clean, fine wine glass. She handed the card back to her, before doing so, gazed at it for around six seconds. It was unbelievable. What the official would do to get a black card of her own. She would have to work her whole life off. Working for DA just did not cut it.
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They talked on their way. ?How do you do it Bulma? How do you become successful?? asked the young member of staff.
?Focus on your dreams and let hard work take you there. Sometimes it involves making sacrifices. It?s the only way. I?ve come along way. Though everything seems fine, it isn?t.?
?Why, what?s the problem?? Ding. The elevator door opened. The two females stepped out.
?Personal issues.? What would become of her mother now? What of her father? How would he bare with the fact his wife, was not the same woman he has been happily married for seventeen solid years? What would become of her family? They were already torn apart. She had divorced Vegeta. Would her parents follow that same path?
?I hope everything works out for you.?
?It?s too late for that.? Her mother was lost forever. Gone, just like that. All because of one Commander, who stopped at nothing to defeat his nemesis, however, one he still could not conquer. Bulma overcame his obstacle, almost taking her own life in the process, just to stop the woman who brought her into the world.
?Here you are, the barracks.? The room was no different to last years, beds labelled from number 1 ? 44. ?Your bed number is 36. Good luck.?
?Thank you.?
She gave Bulma one last smile, which was returned, before leaving. The woman dressed in Kai clothes gazed at her bottle in her left hand, and then to her glass in her right. There was only one thing left she needed to accomplish, and to do that, she made her way over to her bed, avoiding facial contact with all her were in the room, regardless of the fact some had their eyes on her, for various reasons maybe. She did not notice the Konat Minoshia was amongst the rest of warriors, who occupied the room.
She undressed the wrapper, which covered the cork. Concentrating her energy on the expensive bottle of champagne, the cork popped off. Her eyes did not bother to search where it landed. ?Here?s to me,? she toasted herself, pouring its rich, crimson contents into her glass. She took a sip, and then another, and then put the glass to her lips again, drinking from her glass.