[PS] Living Quarters

[Burter Jr]

Each room has two twin beds, areas to keep clothes and other luggage, and a small bathroom. It's not a luxury hotel, just cheap rooms. Only two per room, please.

Couples can push the beds together if they wish to sleep together.

[Kirano]

Where is that awful stench coming from?

Bulma sniffed herself and realised that the bad odour was coming from her. She had signed up for Dante?s Abyss immediately after her fight with Burter Jr, without going home to shower.

I really need a shower! I?m dying in my own stench.

Bulma decided to head to the hotel, the second she stepped out of the tele-tube.

So this is the hotel where we all must stay, looks a bit shabby to me. Well let?s see how the interior looks like.

Bulma entered the Dante?s Abyss hotel with her Louis Vuitton trolley bag. The contents inside her trolley bag were her toiletry. Her suitcase was kept inside a capsule inside her matching Louis Vuitton hand bag. It wasn?t the sort of hotel she had in mind. It seemed to be the same quality as a two star hotel. The woman frowned as she reluctantly walked over to the reception desk. ?The name?s Bulma Brief she said in a low tone of voice. She wasn?t impressed with the appearance of the hotel at all. ?You?ll be staying in Room 401? said the receptionist. ?The room comes with two rooms, a place to store your clothes and a bathroom.?

?So I?m taking it that there is no kitchen. There must be room service!?

?Sorry, no room service. There is a restaurant to your left, where breakfast lunch and dinner will be served.?

?So, is this the only hotel we?re allowed to stay in??

?Yes I?m afraid.? Bulma?s eyes began to water. She was struggling to hold back tears. She didn?t no whether to laugh or cry. The two star hotel had really affected her. ?Just give me my key!? she sobbed. ?Who the hell am I sharing with? Forget it!? Bulma left the reception desk. ?FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! You mean there are no elevators. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!?

Okay Bulma breathe in?then out?.in?then out?whooooosaaaah?..whooooosaaaaah?

She marched up to the stairs, right past a bald headed saiyan. She was too pissed off with the quality of the hotel to take any notice in him.

?Women!? said the male receptionist to his colleague. They both laughed. Bulma used her key to open the room door and headed straight for the bathroom to take a shower.

[Old Selipa]

Her vision faded as did her physical body from sight and the plains of Arial-sei only to now once more stand on the grounds of the battle planet Dante. The teleportation had been a success as always. Clenching her fingers to the side of the tube she pulled her body from its sarcophagus to rise in a building, nothing to impressive but she didn?t need anything of such a type for the simple needs she desired. Making her way through the complex did she notice the signs for the living quarters.

It had been some time, an endless void of time as she thought since she rested in the comfort of a bed. The luxuries that a bedroom could provide but to a Saiya-jin they where not anything to die for.

As Selipa made her way she noticed that two competitors would be assigned to each room, this didn?t bother her but at the same time did she not care to find anyone to share the room with her. When the time came that someone would enter the room she rested in then would she face that problem and meet the person. Sliding the door to the side she entered, her arms grabbing the edges of her armour as she lifted it over her head to place upon the ground. Her chest bare however with no one in sight to gaze. Her legs smoothly gliding past each other as she left the bedroom to enter the washroom. Bending slightly over to turn on the water to the shower. Soon was she all but wet as the countless droplets descended over her shaped figure. Her hands moving over her skin slowing, trailing the scars of her past.

With the room surrounded in vapours she reappeared from the haze into the bedroom, her attention towards the cabinet as she got some new garments to wear. Her hair was now no longer the clotted blood infested dirt it was once; it waved with each subtle movement she made. Her skin was clean, the make-up on her face simple but powerful and bold.

?Now I need a good old drink.? Spoke the lower section of her lip, it simply moving back and forth so vaguely while her eyes fell over the door way.

OOC: of to get some food and drinks

[Piccolo Daimoun]

"Sounds good Yaj, but where do we go to sleep?" He asked his human companion, who had placed great faith in him...So it seemed.

"Well, I'm not quite sure..." He answered, starting to spin around, cocking his head and rolling his eyes as he stared around for an answer, "Come on!" He sped off, running back through the entrance to the main area...

"Well?" The jade Namekian asked, appearing right behind Yaj using his short range 'teleportation'.

"Uhh, well, let me ask..." He replied, turning around and trotting towards a desk with a young receptionist behind it.

"Hello," Yaj greeted her."

"Hi!" The blonde woman cheerfully replied, giving the swordsman a wide smile.

"Uhh...Is there anywhere in this place to, ya know, sleep?"

"Well..." She replied, turning her hand and placing a finger on her chin. Piccolo Daimoun thought she was sick. Yajirobe knew she was simply a priss, and closed his eyes and sighed deeply at the thought. He felt it rude to leave the young woman, but didn't think he would get anywhere with her.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, her eyes brightening. The sudden yell caused a man behind her to jump and scream in surprise. The emerald Educators eyes widened at the sight of a grown human man screaming like a female earthling would...

"There's a hotel...Right...There!" She pointed directly behind her, about two feet.

"Ugh," Yaj let out, rolling his eyes. The slug like alien couldn't take his own off of the queer acting man, "Thanks...Let's go Pic!" He called back over his shoulder.

"Yeah...Right..." He answered, the two walking into the hotel. It didn't take long for the two contestants to get a room.

Entering their room, the two weren't let down by its looks, which was a positive considering it was a dump. The wallpaper was peeling off, and looked incredibly old. The once brilliantly bright blue paint was now a dull hue of it's former self...Mould lined the edges of the room, and the beds looked like they needed to be washed a few more times. The only furniture was the beds, which were barely lit white sheets over a metal square.

The dinginess didn't bother the two fighters, who were used to worse circumstances. Piccolo Daimoun crawled on the bed and crossed his legs, to begin meditation. He was still wide awake.

"What-cha doing?" Yajirobe asked, crawling on top of his bed as well.

"I need to think about things that happened on Namek..." He answered sluggishly, sighing deeply.

Nodding, Yaj got under his covers to try and sleep. The jade Namekian was silent in intense meditation. Smiling, he hadn't realized that this smile would be washed away as his memories began to surface...

(Ooc: Dunno what Yaj wanted to do, so I stopped here.)

[Kirano]

The sleeping warrior opened his eyes to find Bulma on his lap. The saiyan rubbed his eyes and raised the females head up. Bulma?s eyes slowly opened. All she could see was a blur. ?W-who is this?? she asked.
?It?s me Nappa!? replied the bald headed warrior as he gave her a soft slap to help her gain full consciousness of herself, but to no avail. She began tugging on his armour. ??..preeeease?take?me to my roooom! Rooom 40...1. Nappa looked up to see a black haired earthling talking to the namekian. ?Who are they?? he asked.

?The big one is Nappa and the female is Bulma!? The large being rose up with Bulma in his hands. ?I?m taking her to her room? he told her.

?Sure? replied the namekian as he and Yajirobi both chuckled.

Nappa walked through the fourth floor corridors until he reached room 401. ?Bulma?BULMA!? he shouted. ?Huh?? she answered quietly.

?I need your room key!?

?It in bag, it bag in? Nappa reached in her bag and pulled out her key card, and used it to open the door. He placed the earthling on the bed and sat on it while she lay down. ?What are you doing?.here? Go?go on leave, I?ll be fine. Not?so faaaast. Meh?meh key, hand it toooo meeee!? Nappa dropped the key next to her. ?We?ll be in the dojo? he said, before closing the room door to leave her to sleep.

[Kirano]

Bulma sat up, on her bed, her head was aching. She put her hand on her head and slowly made it to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror to take a look at herself. She was looking rather dull!

Uh-oh, not again!

She quickly pulled up the toilet seat and began vomiting inside the toilet. She began vomiting out little pieces of meat and the contents of Macallan. Her vomit mess surrounded the toilet bowl. She pulled the lever and flushed it all away. She then went to the bath and turned on the cold water, and put her face under it, letting the cold water rain down on it. She used her hand to massage the water all over her face. She wiped her face with a sky blue face tower which was kept in the bathroom cupboard.

Feel much better now.

The woman opened the bathroom cabinet and brought out toothpaste to brush her teeth. Afterwards, she began gaggling mouthwash. She spat in out in the sink and washed it away with water from the sink tap.

Hmm was it Nappa who mentioned something about the dojo? Yeah I?m sure it was him. Before I even think about training, I need to get more food into my stomach. It feels empty again

[Krillin]

"Room 420, sir. Here is your hotel key."

A manager raised his head from behind a very large stack of papers and chastised the clerk. "No, not that one. We just got finished fumegating it. Give him another."

"Ah, right. Sorry," the young lady said, obviously somewhat nervous. Krillin guessed it was her first day on the job.

"It's my first day on the job."

"Ah."

She fiddled with her computer. The results played on her thin-rimmed glasses as the old dinosaur conjured up the hotel's status.

"Alright, Room 411 looks open."

Again, the manager popped up. "The fourth floor Info desk took that one. Claiming they need the space for organizing."

The girl said nothing. Krillin kinda felt bad for her, but didn't feel like saying anything. It was kinda funny to see her all flustered, over nothing. There was no one in line behind him.

"Room 311?"

On cue, the manager responded. "Last minute sign-up. Some kind of band."

"Room 103?"

"Fella just took that one. Lawrence something."

"Room 212?"

The manager shook his head. "Thermometer's broken."

"Room 366?"

The manager really began to look exasperated. "What have I told you? We only rent that one quad-yearly. Remember?"

The girl began to lightly sob, but before she could really bust loose, the manager offered a suggestion. "Try 404."

She typed it in. "It says 'Room not found.'"

"Oh. Weird."

It continued on in this manner for several minutes, with the manager becoming more and more frustrated. Finally, he punched his hand through the computer, causing himself severe electrical burns. After the ambulance was sorted out and all, the clerk looked at Krillin and said, "Well, looks like everything is taken. We have around fourteen empty conference rooms, though. How does the second floor one sound?"

"To sleep in?"

"Yeah."

"Sexy. I'll take it.

With that, Krillin was on his way.