Hi! Ok, second chapter of Spirits! Yay! J-chan is calling me Andie-chan....Any way....its all good. If I don't write as much, its because I am so overworked at my school, its not even funny. They even expect us to make our own schedules for high school. Ick. Should I take German or Japanese? I already have 8 hours in a 7 hour day. ::shrugs:: I dunno. Thanks to all who reviewed! You made me feel so special! Thanks at the bottom. On w/ the story!
*I'm disturbing the peace, so sue me!* ~Amanda (My best friend!)
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~Four years later~
Her breath came in short gasps. Her eyes glinted with a fiery passion unknown to her. Sweat glistened over her body, a towel draped over her neck. Her spandex suit was torn in several places, but she seemed not to care. "Daddy!" she called.
"Yes, Bulma?" he asked, his head popping out of a small room to her right. "You haven't been training in the infernal contraption of yours?"
"Of course I have, Daddy! But I'm hungry. What is there to eat?" she asked. Her father looked at her strangely.
"Look for yourself. You're a genious, you can make your own food," he said. She pouted but continued on her way to the kitchen. Once there, she proceded to tell the robots (that she had built) what she would like. In a matter of minutes, she had a meal fit for the Saiya-jin that she was. Eating like a sophisticated pig, she finished off the meal in a matter of seconds, her hunger thoroughly quenched.
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"I've called you all here to see if the rumors about a special training room are true," said King Vegeta. "You will go to the Sprout residence, Nappa and Bardock, to talk to the genious. How a commonor could be that smart surprises even I, but find whoever invented it and bring them back to the palace for the now empty spot of head scientist." The two guards nodded, bowed, then took off to the town of Grenshmak.
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A soft humming came from the outside of the machine. The whole building looked like a dome of some sorts. Bulma was not happy with the results. The room was supposed to be silent, not even a humming noise was to be detected. So, she was currently working on updating it to make it work silently. If she got bored with that, she could just go in and train. Suddenly, the sound went off, but she could tell that the gravity was still working. Grinning, she stepped in to try it out. It worked like a dream, and it was as silent as one, too.
She had been working out for about twenty minutes when she heard a small comotion coming from inside her lab. She immediately turned off the gravity and ran out, wornering who would dare disturb her training. She came in to see two oafs (story behind that word, don't want to go into it!) rummaging throught the drawers. "What in the fourteen hells do you think you're doing in my lab?!" she growled.
"We're supposed to find the inventor of a special training lab, and since Dr. Sprout is out, we are looking through his lab," said the bald one.
"I don't care if you're the king himself! This is not his lab, so get out!" she screeched, the Saiya-jins flinched at her shrill voice.
"Well, onna, we are here under the direct orders of the king, and we found plans for this special training room. So, come out where we can see you so we can report you back to the king. He does not apreciate cowardice," said the bald one. Bulma noticed that the one that actually had hair wasn't talking very much.
"You know, I don't know if I will come out. After all, you haven't investigated the facts very thoroughly. How do you know that I am not a four year old child?" she asked smartly.
"Because of the big words you are using," said the bald one. Bulma shrugged and floated up, smirking.
"You never checked. Plus, you never start a sentence with 'because.'" she said, her smirk growing even wider at the shocked looks on their faces. She couldn't figure out if it was shock at how old she was, show at her coloring, but she suspected it to be a mixture of both.
"Bulma!" she heard her father call.
"I'm in my lab, Daddy!" she yelled back. They each heard the sharp footsteps coming up to the door and saw it open. Dr. Sprout walked in and looked around.
"Am I missing something?" he asked.
"These bakas came in her and started piliging, Dad!" she growled.
"We had direct orders from the king, Dr. Sprout. We are supposed to find whoever built the so called 'special training room,'" said the bald one.
"And bring him back to the palace to be head scientist," piped in the one with hair.
"Ah...so it can talk! Well, any ways. I'll be going back to my GR, Dad. See you later," said Bulma. She floated off to the back of her lab where the GR was situated.
"That rude little...." growled the one with hair. He stalked after her, only to have the door shut in his face. Opening the door, he was faced with yet another room with a small door directly across.
He tried opening this other door but a machanical voice said, "Please close other door first." He shrugged and did so. The other door immediately opened the next time he tried. He stepped in and was immediately crushed to the floor. He barely heard the growl before he felt normal, like he was floating even. He looked down and found, to his amazement, that he was still on the ground.
"You either get out, or I turn on the gravity again," said a small but deadly serious voice. He looked up to see the small girl, her eyes alight with anger.
"Only if you come with me," he said.
"You realize that I can just turn on the gravuty and it will most likely kill you?" she said.
"Hai."
"And you're still not changing your decision?" she asked, surprised.
Hai."
"You're an idiot," she said.
"Iie. That's my son," he said.
She giggled and said, "Fine, I'll go with you."
"Good. Now where did you get this?" he asked.
"I made it," she said truthfully.
"You did? So this is the training room the king was talking about? What does GR stand for?" he asked.
"Duh! It stands for Gravity Room. See, what it does is it increases the gravity up to twenty times right now. I'm only on ten times, but I'm working on it," she told him.
"Sir, I'm afraid we're going to have to take your daughter and her invention to the palace," he said when he came out, Bulma in tow.
"You can't do that! She's four years old!" said Dr. Sprout. The two lunkheads looked at him as if he had sprouted an extra head (*lol* sprouted....well *I* found it funny...).
"She looks six!" said the bald one.
"But, sir, she is four," said Dr. Sprout.
"Oh, well. The king said he wanted her, so he gets her. You are not to tell anyone of our visit. If anyone asks, your daughter met an untimely death," he said. Then, without further notice, they both took off, Bulma struggling in their grasp (they had grabbed the GR when they left [it could be encapsulated]).
"But what will I tell ChiChi?" he yelled after them.
"Tell me what, Dr. S.?" asked a black haired girl with a big basket probably filled with food.
"Um...well.....you see....ChiChi....Bulma....um....died....last night....," he said uncirtainly.
"What?" she asked, disbelief in her voice, her eyes filling with the last tears she would ever shed. "Sh-she told me that she'd never leave me....with all those people calling me names because of my eyes!" With that, she ran off, ashamed of her tears. Dr. Sprout stared after the young girl, hoping that those children would meet again, even if he never saw his daughter again.
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Bulma struggled as hard as she could against the man's arms, but she could not break his grasp. "Stop struggling," he hissed. When she did not heed his warning, he knocked her out.
"Did you have to knock her out?" asked Bardock.
"Yes. Now don't bother me," he said. Bardock shrugged, and they flew the rest of the way in peace. When they reached the palace, they were immediately admited to the thrown(is that the right spelling?) room. There, the king was waiting impatiently.
"We have the room and the inventor, your Majesty," said Nappa.
"Really? Would you mind showing them both to me?" asked the king, making it sound more like an order. Nappa threw down Bulma and Bardock handed the king the capsule, bowing as they did so (how you can throw someone down and bow is beyond me but....they have to do it....) "I told you to get me a room, not a pen, and I told you to get me an inventor, not a child."
"Sire, press the button on top of the capsule, if you will, and throw it. I would suggest not doing it in here, thought," said Nappa respectfully. "And the child invented it."
"If you are wrong, I will have you personally killed," he said. Then, he pressed the button and threw it. The gravity room came into sight. The king blinked. "How did commoners come into possesion of such technology?" he asked.
"I made it," said the defiant voice of Bulma.
"Ah...the child has awakened. Did you have a nice nap?" he asked icily.
"No...no thanks to your henchmen over there," she growled.
"Now, sweety, how does this room of yours work?" he asked with a sikeningly sweet voice.
"Would you like me to show you?" she asked just as sweetly.
"Of course," he said. Bardock tried to stop him, but he was shushed by an impatient king. The king and Bulma walked in.
"Now, would you so kindly stand in the middle while I set the controls?" shje asked him.
"I don't know...." he said.
"Here, I'll step in the middle and tell you what to do. Then, you can walk out as far as you deem necessary," she said. The king nodded in affermation. Bulma walked to the middle of the machine.
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I don't know how to end it....actually, I think I might, but I'm not sure....review! I loved them! You guys are so awesome! I love you! ::sniff::
Thank yous:
Faschia: Thank you for your praise! It made me feel all fuzzy and special!
dbs: what do you made 'need more'? but thanks for the compliment!
Li-chan: huh? whatsawhosit? Anyway. The king is Vegeta's father. Vegeta's father is the one that killed Bulma.
Sally: Danke sehr!
Brittany P.: Is your real name Brittany Polard? (can't spell it...) Sorry, they meet at four. Bulma is a REALLY smart four-year-old. Its kind of scary, dontcha think?
Kat_nz: Danke! I love the praise!
Ankle: ::eyes glow w/ pride:: I love my band. Its fun...but we have the smallest band in our school. Sixth grade has *165* people in it!!!!
nightzone: I feel loved, honestly I do. It might be a good story. You never know, I never know...
Jumper Prime: I have a bunch of evil things in store for that ass-wipe of a king, K? The problem with her tail is that it is blue....and Mr. Veggie-head's daddy is a big creep. I dunno why, I just didn't think that Veggie would grow up like he had if he had a mom....ok, Ja ne!
Ok, and, if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to ask.
*I'm disturbing the peace, so sue me!* ~Amanda (My best friend!)
~*~*~*~*~
~Four years later~
Her breath came in short gasps. Her eyes glinted with a fiery passion unknown to her. Sweat glistened over her body, a towel draped over her neck. Her spandex suit was torn in several places, but she seemed not to care. "Daddy!" she called.
"Yes, Bulma?" he asked, his head popping out of a small room to her right. "You haven't been training in the infernal contraption of yours?"
"Of course I have, Daddy! But I'm hungry. What is there to eat?" she asked. Her father looked at her strangely.
"Look for yourself. You're a genious, you can make your own food," he said. She pouted but continued on her way to the kitchen. Once there, she proceded to tell the robots (that she had built) what she would like. In a matter of minutes, she had a meal fit for the Saiya-jin that she was. Eating like a sophisticated pig, she finished off the meal in a matter of seconds, her hunger thoroughly quenched.
~-~
"I've called you all here to see if the rumors about a special training room are true," said King Vegeta. "You will go to the Sprout residence, Nappa and Bardock, to talk to the genious. How a commonor could be that smart surprises even I, but find whoever invented it and bring them back to the palace for the now empty spot of head scientist." The two guards nodded, bowed, then took off to the town of Grenshmak.
~-~
A soft humming came from the outside of the machine. The whole building looked like a dome of some sorts. Bulma was not happy with the results. The room was supposed to be silent, not even a humming noise was to be detected. So, she was currently working on updating it to make it work silently. If she got bored with that, she could just go in and train. Suddenly, the sound went off, but she could tell that the gravity was still working. Grinning, she stepped in to try it out. It worked like a dream, and it was as silent as one, too.
She had been working out for about twenty minutes when she heard a small comotion coming from inside her lab. She immediately turned off the gravity and ran out, wornering who would dare disturb her training. She came in to see two oafs (story behind that word, don't want to go into it!) rummaging throught the drawers. "What in the fourteen hells do you think you're doing in my lab?!" she growled.
"We're supposed to find the inventor of a special training lab, and since Dr. Sprout is out, we are looking through his lab," said the bald one.
"I don't care if you're the king himself! This is not his lab, so get out!" she screeched, the Saiya-jins flinched at her shrill voice.
"Well, onna, we are here under the direct orders of the king, and we found plans for this special training room. So, come out where we can see you so we can report you back to the king. He does not apreciate cowardice," said the bald one. Bulma noticed that the one that actually had hair wasn't talking very much.
"You know, I don't know if I will come out. After all, you haven't investigated the facts very thoroughly. How do you know that I am not a four year old child?" she asked smartly.
"Because of the big words you are using," said the bald one. Bulma shrugged and floated up, smirking.
"You never checked. Plus, you never start a sentence with 'because.'" she said, her smirk growing even wider at the shocked looks on their faces. She couldn't figure out if it was shock at how old she was, show at her coloring, but she suspected it to be a mixture of both.
"Bulma!" she heard her father call.
"I'm in my lab, Daddy!" she yelled back. They each heard the sharp footsteps coming up to the door and saw it open. Dr. Sprout walked in and looked around.
"Am I missing something?" he asked.
"These bakas came in her and started piliging, Dad!" she growled.
"We had direct orders from the king, Dr. Sprout. We are supposed to find whoever built the so called 'special training room,'" said the bald one.
"And bring him back to the palace to be head scientist," piped in the one with hair.
"Ah...so it can talk! Well, any ways. I'll be going back to my GR, Dad. See you later," said Bulma. She floated off to the back of her lab where the GR was situated.
"That rude little...." growled the one with hair. He stalked after her, only to have the door shut in his face. Opening the door, he was faced with yet another room with a small door directly across.
He tried opening this other door but a machanical voice said, "Please close other door first." He shrugged and did so. The other door immediately opened the next time he tried. He stepped in and was immediately crushed to the floor. He barely heard the growl before he felt normal, like he was floating even. He looked down and found, to his amazement, that he was still on the ground.
"You either get out, or I turn on the gravity again," said a small but deadly serious voice. He looked up to see the small girl, her eyes alight with anger.
"Only if you come with me," he said.
"You realize that I can just turn on the gravuty and it will most likely kill you?" she said.
"Hai."
"And you're still not changing your decision?" she asked, surprised.
Hai."
"You're an idiot," she said.
"Iie. That's my son," he said.
She giggled and said, "Fine, I'll go with you."
"Good. Now where did you get this?" he asked.
"I made it," she said truthfully.
"You did? So this is the training room the king was talking about? What does GR stand for?" he asked.
"Duh! It stands for Gravity Room. See, what it does is it increases the gravity up to twenty times right now. I'm only on ten times, but I'm working on it," she told him.
"Sir, I'm afraid we're going to have to take your daughter and her invention to the palace," he said when he came out, Bulma in tow.
"You can't do that! She's four years old!" said Dr. Sprout. The two lunkheads looked at him as if he had sprouted an extra head (*lol* sprouted....well *I* found it funny...).
"She looks six!" said the bald one.
"But, sir, she is four," said Dr. Sprout.
"Oh, well. The king said he wanted her, so he gets her. You are not to tell anyone of our visit. If anyone asks, your daughter met an untimely death," he said. Then, without further notice, they both took off, Bulma struggling in their grasp (they had grabbed the GR when they left [it could be encapsulated]).
"But what will I tell ChiChi?" he yelled after them.
"Tell me what, Dr. S.?" asked a black haired girl with a big basket probably filled with food.
"Um...well.....you see....ChiChi....Bulma....um....died....last night....," he said uncirtainly.
"What?" she asked, disbelief in her voice, her eyes filling with the last tears she would ever shed. "Sh-she told me that she'd never leave me....with all those people calling me names because of my eyes!" With that, she ran off, ashamed of her tears. Dr. Sprout stared after the young girl, hoping that those children would meet again, even if he never saw his daughter again.
~-~-~-~-~
Bulma struggled as hard as she could against the man's arms, but she could not break his grasp. "Stop struggling," he hissed. When she did not heed his warning, he knocked her out.
"Did you have to knock her out?" asked Bardock.
"Yes. Now don't bother me," he said. Bardock shrugged, and they flew the rest of the way in peace. When they reached the palace, they were immediately admited to the thrown(is that the right spelling?) room. There, the king was waiting impatiently.
"We have the room and the inventor, your Majesty," said Nappa.
"Really? Would you mind showing them both to me?" asked the king, making it sound more like an order. Nappa threw down Bulma and Bardock handed the king the capsule, bowing as they did so (how you can throw someone down and bow is beyond me but....they have to do it....) "I told you to get me a room, not a pen, and I told you to get me an inventor, not a child."
"Sire, press the button on top of the capsule, if you will, and throw it. I would suggest not doing it in here, thought," said Nappa respectfully. "And the child invented it."
"If you are wrong, I will have you personally killed," he said. Then, he pressed the button and threw it. The gravity room came into sight. The king blinked. "How did commoners come into possesion of such technology?" he asked.
"I made it," said the defiant voice of Bulma.
"Ah...the child has awakened. Did you have a nice nap?" he asked icily.
"No...no thanks to your henchmen over there," she growled.
"Now, sweety, how does this room of yours work?" he asked with a sikeningly sweet voice.
"Would you like me to show you?" she asked just as sweetly.
"Of course," he said. Bardock tried to stop him, but he was shushed by an impatient king. The king and Bulma walked in.
"Now, would you so kindly stand in the middle while I set the controls?" shje asked him.
"I don't know...." he said.
"Here, I'll step in the middle and tell you what to do. Then, you can walk out as far as you deem necessary," she said. The king nodded in affermation. Bulma walked to the middle of the machine.
~-~-~-~-~
I don't know how to end it....actually, I think I might, but I'm not sure....review! I loved them! You guys are so awesome! I love you! ::sniff::
Thank yous:
Faschia: Thank you for your praise! It made me feel all fuzzy and special!
dbs: what do you made 'need more'? but thanks for the compliment!
Li-chan: huh? whatsawhosit? Anyway. The king is Vegeta's father. Vegeta's father is the one that killed Bulma.
Sally: Danke sehr!
Brittany P.: Is your real name Brittany Polard? (can't spell it...) Sorry, they meet at four. Bulma is a REALLY smart four-year-old. Its kind of scary, dontcha think?
Kat_nz: Danke! I love the praise!
Ankle: ::eyes glow w/ pride:: I love my band. Its fun...but we have the smallest band in our school. Sixth grade has *165* people in it!!!!
nightzone: I feel loved, honestly I do. It might be a good story. You never know, I never know...
Jumper Prime: I have a bunch of evil things in store for that ass-wipe of a king, K? The problem with her tail is that it is blue....and Mr. Veggie-head's daddy is a big creep. I dunno why, I just didn't think that Veggie would grow up like he had if he had a mom....ok, Ja ne!
Ok, and, if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to ask.