Hiya peoples! *Yawn * I hate getting up for school waaaaaaaaa
Thanks for waiting so incredibly long my computer crashed and so yeah so
..* cough * ..okay then.
P.S. Watch out for those chibis..
-* ~Chikiro No Ouji~ *-
White In The Black
Test
"How did I let Kakarot talk me into eating this filth?" Vegeta thought as he looked at his dessert. It was some sort of pink, fluffy cotton on a stick. Kakarot had called it something like'Cotton Candy'. He had seen what the ingredients were in this fluffy crap. Sugar. Colored Sugar. It wasn't going anywhere near his mouth.
"What's wrong, Vegeta? Never had Cotton Candy before?" Bulma asked him, putting handfuls into her mouth. "Exactly. And I never will," Vegeta answered stubbornly, walking towards a garbage can. "What? Are you scared of a wittle Cotton Candy?" She taunted. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks. "NO, I AM NOT!" He growled. "Then prove it," Bulma said. Vegeta glared at her. If he didn't do it, she wouldn't let him have a moment of peace again. I fhe DID do it.who KNOWS what it might do to him."Fine." Vegeta said. He pulled a small chunk off of the stick. He could almost see every individual grain of sugar. He grimaced. "Your not chickening out, are you Vegeta?" Bulma said, a smirk on her face. "No!" Vegeta snarled. Wincing, he put the pink candy into his mouth. The first surprise was that it dissolved in his mouth. And it tasted WONDERFUL. He put another handful in his mouth, and then another, and then another. Finally he began shoving pieces bigger than his head(hair not included) into his mouth, not noticing Bulma holding her sides with laughter. He finally cleaned the stick of the last bit of sugar and was about to ask for more when a voice came on the stadium intercom. "Attention audiences and participants of the tornament. Please report to the stadium to either take your seats or be tested. Have a nice day."
Cravings for the fluffy cotton had quickly left his mind as he and Goku left to be sorted. Goku was looking around at the other fighters, giving them each an encouraging smile. Vegeta was looking around at the other fighters, giving them each a frightening glare. The way you were sorted was by punching a machine your hardest. It would measure your power level, then later you'd be paired with your equal. There seemed to be about fifty or sixty other fighters this time, because Vegeta knew a few fighters must be behind the ones he could see. "All right! Let us begin the sorting!" The announcer said. One by one, he called people up to the machine, and they punched it. "Goku!" The announcer called. Goku marched happily up to the machine and lightly punched it, making it seem as if he was an average fighter. "Pathetic. Holding his strength back." Vegeta thought."Vegeta!" The announcer called. Vegeta powered up high and went to the machine. He looked around at all of the other fighters. A thought struck him. If he DID hold back, when he was fighting he could use his REAL power, and wipe the smirks off all of those arrogant little ningen's faces!That explained why Kakarot always held back. He punched the machine hard enough to get the highest power level possible, but still held back. The announcer looked at his list. "Uh.Oh-my?" He said. "It's OMIE."
Many fighters turned around and moved out of the way to reveal a woman with blonde hair down to her shoulders standing with her eyes closed and arms crossed, facing the ground and red in the face with anger at the announcer for mis-pronouncing her name. "Oh, sorry.."The announcer said as she walked up to the machine. Vegeta watched her curiously. Everyone else was shaking with fear of his power, but she seemed calm. Omie glanced directly at him and theire eyes locked for a second, before she punched the machine and got the same exact reading he did. Vegeta smirked. She was holding back also. She went back to her spot behind the others. "Well, won't this be interesting," Vegeta thought.
White In The Black
Test
"How did I let Kakarot talk me into eating this filth?" Vegeta thought as he looked at his dessert. It was some sort of pink, fluffy cotton on a stick. Kakarot had called it something like'Cotton Candy'. He had seen what the ingredients were in this fluffy crap. Sugar. Colored Sugar. It wasn't going anywhere near his mouth.
"What's wrong, Vegeta? Never had Cotton Candy before?" Bulma asked him, putting handfuls into her mouth. "Exactly. And I never will," Vegeta answered stubbornly, walking towards a garbage can. "What? Are you scared of a wittle Cotton Candy?" She taunted. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks. "NO, I AM NOT!" He growled. "Then prove it," Bulma said. Vegeta glared at her. If he didn't do it, she wouldn't let him have a moment of peace again. I fhe DID do it.who KNOWS what it might do to him."Fine." Vegeta said. He pulled a small chunk off of the stick. He could almost see every individual grain of sugar. He grimaced. "Your not chickening out, are you Vegeta?" Bulma said, a smirk on her face. "No!" Vegeta snarled. Wincing, he put the pink candy into his mouth. The first surprise was that it dissolved in his mouth. And it tasted WONDERFUL. He put another handful in his mouth, and then another, and then another. Finally he began shoving pieces bigger than his head(hair not included) into his mouth, not noticing Bulma holding her sides with laughter. He finally cleaned the stick of the last bit of sugar and was about to ask for more when a voice came on the stadium intercom. "Attention audiences and participants of the tornament. Please report to the stadium to either take your seats or be tested. Have a nice day."
Cravings for the fluffy cotton had quickly left his mind as he and Goku left to be sorted. Goku was looking around at the other fighters, giving them each an encouraging smile. Vegeta was looking around at the other fighters, giving them each a frightening glare. The way you were sorted was by punching a machine your hardest. It would measure your power level, then later you'd be paired with your equal. There seemed to be about fifty or sixty other fighters this time, because Vegeta knew a few fighters must be behind the ones he could see. "All right! Let us begin the sorting!" The announcer said. One by one, he called people up to the machine, and they punched it. "Goku!" The announcer called. Goku marched happily up to the machine and lightly punched it, making it seem as if he was an average fighter. "Pathetic. Holding his strength back." Vegeta thought."Vegeta!" The announcer called. Vegeta powered up high and went to the machine. He looked around at all of the other fighters. A thought struck him. If he DID hold back, when he was fighting he could use his REAL power, and wipe the smirks off all of those arrogant little ningen's faces!That explained why Kakarot always held back. He punched the machine hard enough to get the highest power level possible, but still held back. The announcer looked at his list. "Uh.Oh-my?" He said. "It's OMIE."
Many fighters turned around and moved out of the way to reveal a woman with blonde hair down to her shoulders standing with her eyes closed and arms crossed, facing the ground and red in the face with anger at the announcer for mis-pronouncing her name. "Oh, sorry.."The announcer said as she walked up to the machine. Vegeta watched her curiously. Everyone else was shaking with fear of his power, but she seemed calm. Omie glanced directly at him and theire eyes locked for a second, before she punched the machine and got the same exact reading he did. Vegeta smirked. She was holding back also. She went back to her spot behind the others. "Well, won't this be interesting," Vegeta thought.