Well here's the next part already. I hope you all enjoy it.
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Chapter one (No more suitors please):
A young girl stood silently on the cliff gazing out at the crashing waves below her. Shimmering aquamarine hair fluttered about her legs, cascading down her back like a brilliant waterfall. Butter soft black pants caressed feminine curves and a white buccaneer shirt was half tied showing off the top of her generous cleavage. Dust and mud now covered her once spotless black boots. At her side hung a well-used broad sword, it unadorned hilt shown brightly in the sunlight. Her face was disturbingly perfect like a life size porcelain doll. Blue brows arched contentedly over depthless eyes as she surveyed the world about her.
She smiled slightly as she hear footsteps come up behind her. She had felt his half-hidden ki long before he had reached her. She turned and looked at the man who had disturbed her peace. His short stature was deceptive hiding his true power. Despite his size he had trained and became one of the most powerful fighters on the earth, having to answer to only the king and of course his own wife.
"Hello, Krillin."
"Morning, Princess Bulma," he bowed briefly before her, "Your father has been looking for you. I'm afraid more suitors have arrived."
"More suitors," she groaned, flinging her hands up in exasperation, "How can I be expected to watch them parade about before I've even had lunch."
"Oh, I don't know I've always thought they were funny. Like male peacocks during mating season."
"Of course you would think they're funny, they're not trying to marry you, cue ball."
Krillin frowned at the bald comment and retorted, "Well you can always do what you did to the last ones, miss high and mighty."
She snorted unladylike, "No I can't. My father forbid me to make anyone of them levitate again," Krillin started to speak, "Nor will he let me just beat them up. Honestly that man won't let me have any fun."
Bulma stood, stood hands on hips, glaring in the direction of the castle willing the people inside to see. Krillin just shook he head, barely containing his laughter at her childishness. "Sorry to disappoint you but nobody's going to see you from all the way over here. You might as well come back with me and take them on one by one. If you give all of them the look you usually reserve for Oolong, they might go running."
"I can only hope," she gave one last fleeting look at the ocean and began to walk back to the castle, "Lets get this over with."
Well that was short.
More will come later.
(coughcoughdon'townDBZcoughcough)
Chapter one (No more suitors please):
A young girl stood silently on the cliff gazing out at the crashing waves below her. Shimmering aquamarine hair fluttered about her legs, cascading down her back like a brilliant waterfall. Butter soft black pants caressed feminine curves and a white buccaneer shirt was half tied showing off the top of her generous cleavage. Dust and mud now covered her once spotless black boots. At her side hung a well-used broad sword, it unadorned hilt shown brightly in the sunlight. Her face was disturbingly perfect like a life size porcelain doll. Blue brows arched contentedly over depthless eyes as she surveyed the world about her.
She smiled slightly as she hear footsteps come up behind her. She had felt his half-hidden ki long before he had reached her. She turned and looked at the man who had disturbed her peace. His short stature was deceptive hiding his true power. Despite his size he had trained and became one of the most powerful fighters on the earth, having to answer to only the king and of course his own wife.
"Hello, Krillin."
"Morning, Princess Bulma," he bowed briefly before her, "Your father has been looking for you. I'm afraid more suitors have arrived."
"More suitors," she groaned, flinging her hands up in exasperation, "How can I be expected to watch them parade about before I've even had lunch."
"Oh, I don't know I've always thought they were funny. Like male peacocks during mating season."
"Of course you would think they're funny, they're not trying to marry you, cue ball."
Krillin frowned at the bald comment and retorted, "Well you can always do what you did to the last ones, miss high and mighty."
She snorted unladylike, "No I can't. My father forbid me to make anyone of them levitate again," Krillin started to speak, "Nor will he let me just beat them up. Honestly that man won't let me have any fun."
Bulma stood, stood hands on hips, glaring in the direction of the castle willing the people inside to see. Krillin just shook he head, barely containing his laughter at her childishness. "Sorry to disappoint you but nobody's going to see you from all the way over here. You might as well come back with me and take them on one by one. If you give all of them the look you usually reserve for Oolong, they might go running."
"I can only hope," she gave one last fleeting look at the ocean and began to walk back to the castle, "Lets get this over with."
Well that was short.
More will come later.