05-24-2007, 11:58 AM
She stopped by a lake, and then began pondering about the collar around her neck. She touched it, remembering she had one last year. It prevented her from flying. Her mind then drifted off to Olibu, a participant from last year, back again for another try, just like she. How was he coping? Would the two meet here in DA? Would fate come into play? She would seriously contemplate killing him this time around, as he was a good ally. Regardless, she hoped to meet the man again.
I wonder what weapon I have this year? It had better not be a baseball cap again, because if it is, that Jack?s a dead man.
She smiled when her hand touched still. Intrigued, she pulled the weapon out of the bag. ?Holy Shit!? There in her arms lay a gun the size of an AK-47. ?Uh?? She had an orgasm, something she had not experienced in a long time. Vegeta had not been able to measure up. The sober woman held her gun out. ?Duuf duuf duuf,? she let out, making kiddish sounds, pretending she was letting loose on the others contestants. She laughed, visualizing their screams of agony, as ki ripped through their bodies. ?HAHAHAHAHA!? she continued menacingly, a woman temporarily out of control, letting her imaginations run wild, eyeballs rolling from left to right.
Why did she need to pretend? She was not any kid with a toy. She had the real thing. The human decided to name it Tina. ?Okay you wanna play rough?!? she quoted from a movie, before pulling the trigger, which to her amazement released a flurry of ki, instead of bullets. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.
?Crikey!? called out a voice from within a bush to her left, deciding to make its way out. How unfortunate because Bulma had no idea anyone was even in her midst. A peculiar red skinned, yet attractive young man stood before her with his hands up. ?Okay, you got me. Core blimey.?
She laughed with her gun still aimed at his chest. ?I didn?t even know you were there. Well isn?t this a sticky situation. For you that is.? The red alien cursed himself for his critical mistake, which now likely cost him the chance of making it past the first day. This was not what he hoped for.
Let me read his mind?
?I bet you?re thinking, I?m such a fool.?
?Yes?? he retorted in a mutter of words. ?I can also read your mind.? He must have known telepathy too. She lowered her weapon. The man with the Australian accent calmed his nerves. What a relief that was for him.
?You can speak telepathically.?
?Yes,? he answered.
?Then you are useful to me.? She needed eyes at the back of her freakin head. The young man could be those eyes she lacked. With telepathy, the two could communicate discreetly concerning any signs of danger, without the need of speech. She signalled with her gun for him to follow her. Jeice felt he could trust a woman who had just spared his life. Besides, an ally with a Ki Machine Gun who knew how to execute it immaculately was an advantage. Whoever dared to fuck with them would be sorry.
I wonder what weapon I have this year? It had better not be a baseball cap again, because if it is, that Jack?s a dead man.
She smiled when her hand touched still. Intrigued, she pulled the weapon out of the bag. ?Holy Shit!? There in her arms lay a gun the size of an AK-47. ?Uh?? She had an orgasm, something she had not experienced in a long time. Vegeta had not been able to measure up. The sober woman held her gun out. ?Duuf duuf duuf,? she let out, making kiddish sounds, pretending she was letting loose on the others contestants. She laughed, visualizing their screams of agony, as ki ripped through their bodies. ?HAHAHAHAHA!? she continued menacingly, a woman temporarily out of control, letting her imaginations run wild, eyeballs rolling from left to right.
Why did she need to pretend? She was not any kid with a toy. She had the real thing. The human decided to name it Tina. ?Okay you wanna play rough?!? she quoted from a movie, before pulling the trigger, which to her amazement released a flurry of ki, instead of bullets. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.
?Crikey!? called out a voice from within a bush to her left, deciding to make its way out. How unfortunate because Bulma had no idea anyone was even in her midst. A peculiar red skinned, yet attractive young man stood before her with his hands up. ?Okay, you got me. Core blimey.?
She laughed with her gun still aimed at his chest. ?I didn?t even know you were there. Well isn?t this a sticky situation. For you that is.? The red alien cursed himself for his critical mistake, which now likely cost him the chance of making it past the first day. This was not what he hoped for.
Let me read his mind?
?I bet you?re thinking, I?m such a fool.?
?Yes?? he retorted in a mutter of words. ?I can also read your mind.? He must have known telepathy too. She lowered her weapon. The man with the Australian accent calmed his nerves. What a relief that was for him.
?You can speak telepathically.?
?Yes,? he answered.
?Then you are useful to me.? She needed eyes at the back of her freakin head. The young man could be those eyes she lacked. With telepathy, the two could communicate discreetly concerning any signs of danger, without the need of speech. She signalled with her gun for him to follow her. Jeice felt he could trust a woman who had just spared his life. Besides, an ally with a Ki Machine Gun who knew how to execute it immaculately was an advantage. Whoever dared to fuck with them would be sorry.