The scene opens to the office. We see the computer screen. It has
typing. The typing reads:
Hi! Welcome to the sixth chapter of Shattered Raindrops. In the last chapter, we added some new characters. Just to help run things, here is an age chart.
Bulma-23
Vegita-28
Toya-27
Omi-17
Genrou-35
Thank you. I ones I don't own are Bulma and Vegita. They belong to a genius. Enjoy and review.
****************************************************************
Bulma looked at the inside of the palace in complete awe. The place was huge. And the décor was outstanding. In the different hallways that she could see, there were portraits. Oh, she could not wait to go exploring. Toya noticed and smiled.
"I see you're impressed with the palace." Bulma looked up at him and nodded. "That is good. Now come. There is much to do."
They walked down one hallway until they came to a doorway. A couple of female servants stood there, waiting for them. Toya stopped.
"I'm afraid this is where we must part. These attendants will help you prepare for the party. I will see you tonight." And with that said, Toya and several guards took a different hallway. Bulma walked over to the attendants. They bowed to her.
"Please follow us, Lady Bulma," one said.
"Um, okay," Bulma said, still unused to being referred to as Lady.
The two attendants and Bulma walked through the door out into a big courtyard. Bulma was immediately impressed. There were many trees, and the gardens we splendid.
'Man, Mom would love it here,' Bulma thought.
They walked down a path until they came to another building and entered it. From there on, they wondered through many more hallways until they came upon two doors. One of the attendants opened the door. Bulma stepped inside.
The room itself was magnificent. It was far bigger than her room on Chikyuu.
"I take it you like the room," one attendant giggled. She had dark skin and short, light brown hair. The other had light skin and long, black hair pulled back into a fashioned braid.
"Of course I like it. This whole place is cool!"
"Cool?" the black haired attendant asked, clearly confused.
"Excellent, great," Bulma elaborated. The two nodded understanding. The brown haired woman walked over to another set of doors and opened them.
"This is your bathing area." Bulma walked into the bathing area, only to be even more impressed.
"Wow. You guys know how to live," she commented. The bathroom was actually about or a little bigger than the size of her room on Chikyuu. Wow, she could definitely get used to living here.
"Excuse, but we must get you ready so you won't be late for the banquet," the brown haired one stated. Bulma looked at her.
"Oh, right."
****************************************************************
"It is good to be home."
Toya sat at his throne in the throne room. A grand room with a green carpet that led from the throne to the main door. There was a stone statue of a dragon at each corner. The throne sat at the center of the room at the far end. In the throne was Toya dressed in his imperial robes of light to dark blues. His long hair pulled back at the top of his head. His advisor stood off to the side.
"Yes, Sire. It is good to be back. The banquet is to be held within the next hour."
"Good," Toya said, folding his hands in his lap. "You may leave now."
"As you wish." The man bowed and left, leaving Toya alone to his thoughts.
"I see that you're back." Toya jumped up, startled. But quickly regained his composure.
"You need not hide yourself. Come out."
"As you wish." A man stepped out from the shadows.
"Genrou," Toya stated.
Genrou simply nodded and gave a wolf's smile. He was a tall man wearing a black, baggy sleeved that tucked into tight cuffs, knee- length, high collared tunic that had slights up to his thighs. His black pants were baggy and tucked into knee-high black boots. His black hair was waist-length and pulled back, halfway braided. He had intense, glowing sapphire colored eyes.
"I see you haven't forgotten me."
"How can one forget you, especially when you make the empire practically yours when I'm away?" Toya raised his head. Genrou feigned hurt, putting his right hand to his chest and stretching his left arm out.
"You treat me as an enemy, your Majesty. Have I not been your companion since the day of your birth? Have I ever harmed you in any form?" Toya looked at him.
"You are right. Please forgive me. I've just come back from a tour that took a different turn." Toya shrugged. Genrou smiled.
"So I have heard. A young woman who is rumored to be of exceptional beauty. Is it true that you rescued her?"
"Hai," Toya responded absently.
"Shall I have the honor of meeting her company anytime soon?"
"Hai. She is to be my escort to the banquet this eve. I trust that you will behave yourself around her?" It was more of an order than a question.
"Again, you hurt me, Sire." Toya paid no mind.
"Please, it is getting late. I must go prepare for the banquet and meet Lady Bulma."
"Lady Bulma, a different name."
"As you say. I shall see you later, I gather."
"But of course. Until tonight, Sire." Genrou left. Toya stood for a moment, unsure as to what Genrou's true motives were. Sighing, he left with the guards stationed outside the throne room and made his way to his private rooms.
****************************************************************
Vegita stood in front of the ship's control panel, waiting for the ship to land. His patience quickly running out. Omi stood by the ladder, unsure of what was going to happen. The ship landed with a ground-shaking thud. Omi had to grab hold of the ladder in order to keep his balance. Vegita finally broke the silence after several moments.
"Where might Zerren be, boy?"
"Most likely in the more popular taverns."
"Most likely?" Vegita eyed him. Omi jumped.
"If not, his associates will definitely be there."
"That's better." Vegita walked over to the door and opened it. Omi jumped up.
"Wait!" Vegita stopped.
"What is it, boy?" Omi ran over to him, holding a dark brown material. Vegita eyed it curiously. As if reading his thoughts, Omi explained.
"You're more likely to draw a lot of unwanted attention dressed that way. It's a cloak." Vegita looked at the cloth and to his clothes: the black spandex training outfit with white gloves and white, gold-tipped boots. He smirked. The boy did have a point. He really didn't have the time to deal with suicidal fools. Vegita snatched the cloak and put it on.
"Smart thinking, boy. You may be smarter than you appear." He opened the door and was about to leave, but stopped. "One thing."
"What is it?" Omi asked, very unsure now.
"Stay inside and watch the damn ship. I refuse to lose another traveling companion due to disobedience. Do you understand me?"
"Hai," Omi stuttered.
"Good." Vegita left.
****************************************************************
Vegita stepped into the tavern. It was the first one that he'd spotted, so he decided to check it. The tavern was just short of being crowded. Ugh, too many damn people. He made his way into the tavern, carefully trying to bump into others. He was close to reaching the bar when he was abruptly pushed into a table.
"Hey!"
"Careful!"
Vegita pushed himself up from the table only to see to females. One had almost waist-length blonde hair, very light skin. She wore dark silver eye shadow, black nail polish, black, fingerless gloves, a sword necklace, all black tanktop, pants tucked into knee-high black boots. The other girl had little past shoulder-length blonde hair, light skin, glasses, and was wearing dark green flowing robes that had a cream colored petal pattern. They were both staring at Vegita.
"Hello," the one with glasses said.
"Yo," said the other.
"Whatever," Vegita said.
"Welcome to our little table. What's your name?" asked the one with glasses. The other girl just sipped what looked like hot tea. The one with glasses was drinking what appeared to be beer.
"It's none of your concern," Vegita snapped.
"Well, excuse us."
"Pardon my friend for trying to handle the whole 'crashing into our table' situation with a certain amount of maturity. Hi, my name is Kristen," the blonde in black said.
"I'm Potatitz," the other said. Vegita looked at her.
"Anywho, we're travelers looking for a planet called New Namek. Might you have heard of it?" Kristen asked.
"Namek? Why do you want to go there? It's virtually a wasteland." Kristen shrugged.
"My friend Potatitz wishes to learn more in meditation and such, whereas I wish to improve my fighting skills. We also wish to bring them the gift of trees. I take it you've heard of it?"
"I have. But I don't know its location."
"Oh well. We'll keep trying," Potatitz said.
"Isn't that a Saiyan name?" Vegita asked her.
"Yeah. You see, when my mother was carrying me, she was dating a Saiyan named Bardock. But he died a when I was a year old. I never got to meet my stepbrother."
"Yeah, what was his name?" Kristen asked.
"Kakarot."
"NANI?" Kristen looked up at him, clearly irritated by his loud tone.
"That's what she said." Vegita looked down at his hands. They began clenching the air. Little sparks of energy crackled around him. A vein was throbbing at his head. Kristen and Potatitz just looked at each other, shrugged, and continued drinking their drinks.
"I can't believe it! Even in the deepest reaches of space, he still continues to plague me! Why?! KAKAROT! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!
And then, a whole surge of energy surrounded Vegita. A shock blast hit the room as Vegita powered up and took off.
When the smoke cleared, Kristen and Potatitz looked at each other. Around them, the whole room was charcoal-fied with the occasional spouts of fire. People ran out. Kristen and Potatitz sat at the table, confused.
"What do you suppose his problem was," Kristen asked, looking at her now cold tea. Potatitz just shrugged.
"Don't know." She stood up and held her beer mug up. "Hey barkeep! Can I have a take-out cup?!"
The barkeeper looked at her, and then ran out of the room. Potatitz frowned and threw her mug at the door in which the barkeeper ran out of, shutting it. The beer splashed onto the door and onto a fire next to it. Thus causing a blazing inferno.
"Bastard!" Potatitz sat back down. Kristen looked at her and shook her head.
"I can't take you anywhere," she sighed.
(A.N.: Hi. Okay, for the last scene, I humbly request that I don't get any flames from Bardock fans. The last scene was created mainly as a joke that my friend Barb (A.K.A. Potatitz) and I have. Repeat: this scene was for humors sake. Thank you.)
****************************************************************
Bulma couldn't believe her luck. Here she was with servants who treated her as if she was a queen. She stood in front of a tall mirror, looking at her reflection. She was ready for the banquet.
The servants had bathed her, much to her embarrassment, and had helped her dress and did her makeup and hair. The end result was absolutely stunning. Her hair had been pulled back into a styled bun, leaving ringlets hanging. Her dress was long and flowing. It was a light violet colored, over-coat robe that held together by a light blue sash, matching her hair. The arms were long-sleeved and loose. Underneath the over-coat was a dark purple, low-cut, floor-length dress. At her throat, she wore a blue crystal in the shape of a raindrop necklace. Her makeup was little and light. A bit of light pink lipstick and light violet eye shadow.
Bulma looked into the mirror. She was gorgeous.
'If only the guys could see me now,' she thought, then regretted. Here she was, having the time of her life, when she didn't even know where Vegita was, or what he was doing. Was he worried? In fact, was everyone else worried about her?
"You look beautiful."
Bulma looked up and quickly turned around, startled. Behind her stood Toya, dressed in fine robes of dark greens and light blues. His hair pulled back. He smiled at her warmly, a smile which Bulma was quickly growing to love. He stepped up to her.
"My lady, I'm sorry if I have barged in on you. One of the servants let me in."
"Oh," Bulma responded, blushing. Toya noticed. She looked up at him. "You don't look bad yourself."
"I take it that that is a compliment?" Toya asked, unsure.
"It is," Bulma answered. Toya smiled.
"Then I thank you." Bulma blushed again. Truly an intriguing woman.
"Please, might I escort you to the banquet?" Toya asked, holding out his arm. Bulma gently took it.
"But of course. Lead the way."
"As you wish, my lady."
****************************************************************
To be continued.
The scene opens to show both Icee and Aden going through Kristen's desk. Aden is rapidly typing and searching the computer. Icee is going through the desk, hoping to find a clue as to where Kristen might be.
Aden: Hey! I found a file.
Icee: (looking over Aden's shoulder) Well, what is it?
Aden: Read.
File text: NO REVIEWS MAKES KRISTEN A DULL AUTHORESS.
Aden: Do you suppose it might mean anything?
Icee: Don't know. But what's more important is finding the location of our missing author before Speedy finds out.
Aden: True. (looks up) OH! Icee, we're on.
Icee looks up.
Icee: Hi. Since Kristen is busy at the moment, I thank you for reading the fic and hope you stay tuned for the next chapter.
Aden: Yes. In the next chapter, Vegita continues his search and the banquet starts. And there is also the hopes of finding out a bit of Toya's past.
Icee: Yes. So please stay tuned and review.
Hi! Welcome to the sixth chapter of Shattered Raindrops. In the last chapter, we added some new characters. Just to help run things, here is an age chart.
Bulma-23
Vegita-28
Toya-27
Omi-17
Genrou-35
Thank you. I ones I don't own are Bulma and Vegita. They belong to a genius. Enjoy and review.
****************************************************************
Bulma looked at the inside of the palace in complete awe. The place was huge. And the décor was outstanding. In the different hallways that she could see, there were portraits. Oh, she could not wait to go exploring. Toya noticed and smiled.
"I see you're impressed with the palace." Bulma looked up at him and nodded. "That is good. Now come. There is much to do."
They walked down one hallway until they came to a doorway. A couple of female servants stood there, waiting for them. Toya stopped.
"I'm afraid this is where we must part. These attendants will help you prepare for the party. I will see you tonight." And with that said, Toya and several guards took a different hallway. Bulma walked over to the attendants. They bowed to her.
"Please follow us, Lady Bulma," one said.
"Um, okay," Bulma said, still unused to being referred to as Lady.
The two attendants and Bulma walked through the door out into a big courtyard. Bulma was immediately impressed. There were many trees, and the gardens we splendid.
'Man, Mom would love it here,' Bulma thought.
They walked down a path until they came to another building and entered it. From there on, they wondered through many more hallways until they came upon two doors. One of the attendants opened the door. Bulma stepped inside.
The room itself was magnificent. It was far bigger than her room on Chikyuu.
"I take it you like the room," one attendant giggled. She had dark skin and short, light brown hair. The other had light skin and long, black hair pulled back into a fashioned braid.
"Of course I like it. This whole place is cool!"
"Cool?" the black haired attendant asked, clearly confused.
"Excellent, great," Bulma elaborated. The two nodded understanding. The brown haired woman walked over to another set of doors and opened them.
"This is your bathing area." Bulma walked into the bathing area, only to be even more impressed.
"Wow. You guys know how to live," she commented. The bathroom was actually about or a little bigger than the size of her room on Chikyuu. Wow, she could definitely get used to living here.
"Excuse, but we must get you ready so you won't be late for the banquet," the brown haired one stated. Bulma looked at her.
"Oh, right."
****************************************************************
"It is good to be home."
Toya sat at his throne in the throne room. A grand room with a green carpet that led from the throne to the main door. There was a stone statue of a dragon at each corner. The throne sat at the center of the room at the far end. In the throne was Toya dressed in his imperial robes of light to dark blues. His long hair pulled back at the top of his head. His advisor stood off to the side.
"Yes, Sire. It is good to be back. The banquet is to be held within the next hour."
"Good," Toya said, folding his hands in his lap. "You may leave now."
"As you wish." The man bowed and left, leaving Toya alone to his thoughts.
"I see that you're back." Toya jumped up, startled. But quickly regained his composure.
"You need not hide yourself. Come out."
"As you wish." A man stepped out from the shadows.
"Genrou," Toya stated.
Genrou simply nodded and gave a wolf's smile. He was a tall man wearing a black, baggy sleeved that tucked into tight cuffs, knee- length, high collared tunic that had slights up to his thighs. His black pants were baggy and tucked into knee-high black boots. His black hair was waist-length and pulled back, halfway braided. He had intense, glowing sapphire colored eyes.
"I see you haven't forgotten me."
"How can one forget you, especially when you make the empire practically yours when I'm away?" Toya raised his head. Genrou feigned hurt, putting his right hand to his chest and stretching his left arm out.
"You treat me as an enemy, your Majesty. Have I not been your companion since the day of your birth? Have I ever harmed you in any form?" Toya looked at him.
"You are right. Please forgive me. I've just come back from a tour that took a different turn." Toya shrugged. Genrou smiled.
"So I have heard. A young woman who is rumored to be of exceptional beauty. Is it true that you rescued her?"
"Hai," Toya responded absently.
"Shall I have the honor of meeting her company anytime soon?"
"Hai. She is to be my escort to the banquet this eve. I trust that you will behave yourself around her?" It was more of an order than a question.
"Again, you hurt me, Sire." Toya paid no mind.
"Please, it is getting late. I must go prepare for the banquet and meet Lady Bulma."
"Lady Bulma, a different name."
"As you say. I shall see you later, I gather."
"But of course. Until tonight, Sire." Genrou left. Toya stood for a moment, unsure as to what Genrou's true motives were. Sighing, he left with the guards stationed outside the throne room and made his way to his private rooms.
****************************************************************
Vegita stood in front of the ship's control panel, waiting for the ship to land. His patience quickly running out. Omi stood by the ladder, unsure of what was going to happen. The ship landed with a ground-shaking thud. Omi had to grab hold of the ladder in order to keep his balance. Vegita finally broke the silence after several moments.
"Where might Zerren be, boy?"
"Most likely in the more popular taverns."
"Most likely?" Vegita eyed him. Omi jumped.
"If not, his associates will definitely be there."
"That's better." Vegita walked over to the door and opened it. Omi jumped up.
"Wait!" Vegita stopped.
"What is it, boy?" Omi ran over to him, holding a dark brown material. Vegita eyed it curiously. As if reading his thoughts, Omi explained.
"You're more likely to draw a lot of unwanted attention dressed that way. It's a cloak." Vegita looked at the cloth and to his clothes: the black spandex training outfit with white gloves and white, gold-tipped boots. He smirked. The boy did have a point. He really didn't have the time to deal with suicidal fools. Vegita snatched the cloak and put it on.
"Smart thinking, boy. You may be smarter than you appear." He opened the door and was about to leave, but stopped. "One thing."
"What is it?" Omi asked, very unsure now.
"Stay inside and watch the damn ship. I refuse to lose another traveling companion due to disobedience. Do you understand me?"
"Hai," Omi stuttered.
"Good." Vegita left.
****************************************************************
Vegita stepped into the tavern. It was the first one that he'd spotted, so he decided to check it. The tavern was just short of being crowded. Ugh, too many damn people. He made his way into the tavern, carefully trying to bump into others. He was close to reaching the bar when he was abruptly pushed into a table.
"Hey!"
"Careful!"
Vegita pushed himself up from the table only to see to females. One had almost waist-length blonde hair, very light skin. She wore dark silver eye shadow, black nail polish, black, fingerless gloves, a sword necklace, all black tanktop, pants tucked into knee-high black boots. The other girl had little past shoulder-length blonde hair, light skin, glasses, and was wearing dark green flowing robes that had a cream colored petal pattern. They were both staring at Vegita.
"Hello," the one with glasses said.
"Yo," said the other.
"Whatever," Vegita said.
"Welcome to our little table. What's your name?" asked the one with glasses. The other girl just sipped what looked like hot tea. The one with glasses was drinking what appeared to be beer.
"It's none of your concern," Vegita snapped.
"Well, excuse us."
"Pardon my friend for trying to handle the whole 'crashing into our table' situation with a certain amount of maturity. Hi, my name is Kristen," the blonde in black said.
"I'm Potatitz," the other said. Vegita looked at her.
"Anywho, we're travelers looking for a planet called New Namek. Might you have heard of it?" Kristen asked.
"Namek? Why do you want to go there? It's virtually a wasteland." Kristen shrugged.
"My friend Potatitz wishes to learn more in meditation and such, whereas I wish to improve my fighting skills. We also wish to bring them the gift of trees. I take it you've heard of it?"
"I have. But I don't know its location."
"Oh well. We'll keep trying," Potatitz said.
"Isn't that a Saiyan name?" Vegita asked her.
"Yeah. You see, when my mother was carrying me, she was dating a Saiyan named Bardock. But he died a when I was a year old. I never got to meet my stepbrother."
"Yeah, what was his name?" Kristen asked.
"Kakarot."
"NANI?" Kristen looked up at him, clearly irritated by his loud tone.
"That's what she said." Vegita looked down at his hands. They began clenching the air. Little sparks of energy crackled around him. A vein was throbbing at his head. Kristen and Potatitz just looked at each other, shrugged, and continued drinking their drinks.
"I can't believe it! Even in the deepest reaches of space, he still continues to plague me! Why?! KAKAROT! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!
And then, a whole surge of energy surrounded Vegita. A shock blast hit the room as Vegita powered up and took off.
When the smoke cleared, Kristen and Potatitz looked at each other. Around them, the whole room was charcoal-fied with the occasional spouts of fire. People ran out. Kristen and Potatitz sat at the table, confused.
"What do you suppose his problem was," Kristen asked, looking at her now cold tea. Potatitz just shrugged.
"Don't know." She stood up and held her beer mug up. "Hey barkeep! Can I have a take-out cup?!"
The barkeeper looked at her, and then ran out of the room. Potatitz frowned and threw her mug at the door in which the barkeeper ran out of, shutting it. The beer splashed onto the door and onto a fire next to it. Thus causing a blazing inferno.
"Bastard!" Potatitz sat back down. Kristen looked at her and shook her head.
"I can't take you anywhere," she sighed.
(A.N.: Hi. Okay, for the last scene, I humbly request that I don't get any flames from Bardock fans. The last scene was created mainly as a joke that my friend Barb (A.K.A. Potatitz) and I have. Repeat: this scene was for humors sake. Thank you.)
****************************************************************
Bulma couldn't believe her luck. Here she was with servants who treated her as if she was a queen. She stood in front of a tall mirror, looking at her reflection. She was ready for the banquet.
The servants had bathed her, much to her embarrassment, and had helped her dress and did her makeup and hair. The end result was absolutely stunning. Her hair had been pulled back into a styled bun, leaving ringlets hanging. Her dress was long and flowing. It was a light violet colored, over-coat robe that held together by a light blue sash, matching her hair. The arms were long-sleeved and loose. Underneath the over-coat was a dark purple, low-cut, floor-length dress. At her throat, she wore a blue crystal in the shape of a raindrop necklace. Her makeup was little and light. A bit of light pink lipstick and light violet eye shadow.
Bulma looked into the mirror. She was gorgeous.
'If only the guys could see me now,' she thought, then regretted. Here she was, having the time of her life, when she didn't even know where Vegita was, or what he was doing. Was he worried? In fact, was everyone else worried about her?
"You look beautiful."
Bulma looked up and quickly turned around, startled. Behind her stood Toya, dressed in fine robes of dark greens and light blues. His hair pulled back. He smiled at her warmly, a smile which Bulma was quickly growing to love. He stepped up to her.
"My lady, I'm sorry if I have barged in on you. One of the servants let me in."
"Oh," Bulma responded, blushing. Toya noticed. She looked up at him. "You don't look bad yourself."
"I take it that that is a compliment?" Toya asked, unsure.
"It is," Bulma answered. Toya smiled.
"Then I thank you." Bulma blushed again. Truly an intriguing woman.
"Please, might I escort you to the banquet?" Toya asked, holding out his arm. Bulma gently took it.
"But of course. Lead the way."
"As you wish, my lady."
****************************************************************
To be continued.
The scene opens to show both Icee and Aden going through Kristen's desk. Aden is rapidly typing and searching the computer. Icee is going through the desk, hoping to find a clue as to where Kristen might be.
Aden: Hey! I found a file.
Icee: (looking over Aden's shoulder) Well, what is it?
Aden: Read.
File text: NO REVIEWS MAKES KRISTEN A DULL AUTHORESS.
Aden: Do you suppose it might mean anything?
Icee: Don't know. But what's more important is finding the location of our missing author before Speedy finds out.
Aden: True. (looks up) OH! Icee, we're on.
Icee looks up.
Icee: Hi. Since Kristen is busy at the moment, I thank you for reading the fic and hope you stay tuned for the next chapter.
Aden: Yes. In the next chapter, Vegita continues his search and the banquet starts. And there is also the hopes of finding out a bit of Toya's past.
Icee: Yes. So please stay tuned and review.
