Loath thy neighbor, embrace your foe, shun thy dislikes, and praise those that fall before you!
Wisdom, wisdom.
I'm in a philosophical mood.
If your computer is hungry, feed it.
This is try number five for this chapter and then I will be forced to take affirmative action.......
Pray to Dende this works............
Now for the most painful instalment of.......
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The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 9
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The flicker of mechanized lights. Glowing like a black light above. Darkness all around. Green. Blue. Red. Column's of white light. Reflecting on the plain projection.
Suspended in mid-air. Vertical. Head inches from the floor. A pilot's seat, formed and fashioned. Fit to perfection, down to the hand grips, armrests, and controllers alike. The hydrolics lifting and shifting in projected flight.
The whirring and winning machinery jolts and shuts down. The gaskets releasing pressure and expelling steam. The seat lowers backinto position, replenishing it's power supply for the next challenger.
The VR deactivates as the lights in the room are activated by a second occupant alongside the counsel. A simulation. It was a virtual simulation.
"Was it worth it?"
The occup[ant of the seat releases the harness and flips backwards. Releasing from the pilots chair, feet firmly planted on the ground. The VR helmet drops to the floor.
"If only to pass the time."
Brushing by the other occupant, he leads the way down the long network of hallways which lead everywhere in the Capsule main compound.
"We leave in two hours and breakfast is in twenty minutes."
"Hmph."
He continues walking, unconcerned.
"What? No wise words? Notes of encouragement? Profound statements that won't make sense for years to come or perhaps never at all?"
He spins around stopping in her face. Attempting intimidation, but neither flinch.
"You want advice? Don't get pregnant. I need a sparring partner when you get back and your brat is enough for me to train."
"Funny." They continue towards the kitchen. "You should see the program Bulma-san and I installed in the gravity chamber. We're ganna sabotage Trunks-kun. It's alot like the training simulator you were using only you can move and it's........."
She's pulled back, trapped with mouth covered as the enter into the kitchen. Vejiita continues out the back door.
The assailant tightens his arms around her, bringing his mouth to her ear and he whispers to her. She takes his hand in hers and they run up the stairs to pack the last few items.
Bulma, Videl, and Chichi stand side by side at the counter cooking. All watching out the window to the backyard where Vejiita has stopped. He stands before the ships docking platform, stark still.
His ki maxes out, causing the house to tremble.
Several pots in the kitchen boil over. One or two bowls tip. But the women stand strong, unyielding. Unphased by the after shock.
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Finally nI got this wreched chapter retyped, though it's not very long.
Question?
would any of you want to see a lemon in this fic?
If you do, I am considering one and not to fear, it won't be chinsey and seventh grade like some of them out there.
I've also got another one-part lemony fic that will be coming out in the next day or two. It's gonna be T/P of course...
It's called
Primal Call
...or somethiung like that......
gotta jet.........but at least I updated~_^
Gotunks~
Wisdom, wisdom.
I'm in a philosophical mood.
If your computer is hungry, feed it.
This is try number five for this chapter and then I will be forced to take affirmative action.......
Pray to Dende this works............
Now for the most painful instalment of.......
**********************************************************************************
The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 9
****************************
The flicker of mechanized lights. Glowing like a black light above. Darkness all around. Green. Blue. Red. Column's of white light. Reflecting on the plain projection.
Suspended in mid-air. Vertical. Head inches from the floor. A pilot's seat, formed and fashioned. Fit to perfection, down to the hand grips, armrests, and controllers alike. The hydrolics lifting and shifting in projected flight.
The whirring and winning machinery jolts and shuts down. The gaskets releasing pressure and expelling steam. The seat lowers backinto position, replenishing it's power supply for the next challenger.
The VR deactivates as the lights in the room are activated by a second occupant alongside the counsel. A simulation. It was a virtual simulation.
"Was it worth it?"
The occup[ant of the seat releases the harness and flips backwards. Releasing from the pilots chair, feet firmly planted on the ground. The VR helmet drops to the floor.
"If only to pass the time."
Brushing by the other occupant, he leads the way down the long network of hallways which lead everywhere in the Capsule main compound.
"We leave in two hours and breakfast is in twenty minutes."
"Hmph."
He continues walking, unconcerned.
"What? No wise words? Notes of encouragement? Profound statements that won't make sense for years to come or perhaps never at all?"
He spins around stopping in her face. Attempting intimidation, but neither flinch.
"You want advice? Don't get pregnant. I need a sparring partner when you get back and your brat is enough for me to train."
"Funny." They continue towards the kitchen. "You should see the program Bulma-san and I installed in the gravity chamber. We're ganna sabotage Trunks-kun. It's alot like the training simulator you were using only you can move and it's........."
She's pulled back, trapped with mouth covered as the enter into the kitchen. Vejiita continues out the back door.
The assailant tightens his arms around her, bringing his mouth to her ear and he whispers to her. She takes his hand in hers and they run up the stairs to pack the last few items.
Bulma, Videl, and Chichi stand side by side at the counter cooking. All watching out the window to the backyard where Vejiita has stopped. He stands before the ships docking platform, stark still.
His ki maxes out, causing the house to tremble.
Several pots in the kitchen boil over. One or two bowls tip. But the women stand strong, unyielding. Unphased by the after shock.
**********************************************************************************
Finally nI got this wreched chapter retyped, though it's not very long.
Question?
would any of you want to see a lemon in this fic?
If you do, I am considering one and not to fear, it won't be chinsey and seventh grade like some of them out there.
I've also got another one-part lemony fic that will be coming out in the next day or two. It's gonna be T/P of course...
It's called
Primal Call
...or somethiung like that......
gotta jet.........but at least I updated~_^
Gotunks~
