Hello again! Thank u all for reading my story! I promiss to do my best to
perfect my story! Expect twists in this one. And, to brett, I can't tell
you who, but she's deffinetly gonna give him the time of his life! See ya!
-* ~Chikiro No Ouji~ *-
P.S. Watch out for those chibis...
White In The Black
Curiosity
After the testing was over, the fighters were allowed to leave and wait for their turn to fight. Vegeta was paired up with some teenager named Grite. Vegeta almost laughed at the name. "How ridiculous can a title get?" Vegeta thought to himself. Omie was paired up with a man said to be Grite's older brother. He was called Kogi. Vegeta had summed them both up in a second---they were airheads. Grite had large, bulky shoulders and a head to small for his body. He had black hair cut short and square like a soldier's, and brown eyes that made him look as if he was constantly staring off into space with no real awareness of what was going on around him. Kogi seemed a little more evolved;He had bulky muscles and his head fitted his body. His black hair was short and untidy, but not as short as Grite's, and his black eyes seemed very focused. The one fault to him was he looked as if he felt he would win this tornament easily. If only Vegeta could have fought him---Kogi would be begging for his life.
Vegeta was very curios about Omie. Many times Goku had waved his hand in front of Vegeta's eyes, for he was stairing into space, wondering what it was about Omie that made him want to know more about her. Once while going to see if the food stand had cotton candy, Vegeta noticed Omie, leaning against the other side of the stand, arms crossed and eyes closed with a look of relaxation and frustration on her face. Vegeta watched her. Omie's eyes shot open, and she looked directly at Vegeta. Her eyes were dark purple. She stared at him, half glaring at him for staring at her so rudely while she was thinking. She looked away from him as her name was called. A young man with long brown hair down to his chin and black, sunken- in eyes walked up to her. He looked strong, to a ningen's limit, and smart. He smiled(well actually, it looked like a smirk) and put an arm around Omie, walking her away. As she left she turned once more and glanced quickly at Vegeta before disappearing from his sight around a corner. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. Apparently Omie was dating the ningen, though he was very weak compared to her. Vegeta wondered why she would bother with him.
Omie looked back once more at the one called Vegeta before turning around a corner. She wondered why he had been staring at her. "Oh well..it doesn't matter." Omie thought. Still, she was curios about him.She wondered if it was possible that he was who she thought he was. "Something bothering you, babe?" Kokosi asked her. "No," Omie said, snapping back into reality. They sat down on a park bench. Kokosi stared at her. "Your not lying to me, are you Omie?" He said. Omie shook her head. She struggled a bit in his hold but he wouldn't let go. "You'd better not be lying to me. I don't like people who lie. Understand me?" He said, his cold eyes burning into hers. She nodded. "Good." He said, standing from the bench. "Good luck with the tornament, babe. Be sure to win that money for me."
White In The Black
Curiosity
After the testing was over, the fighters were allowed to leave and wait for their turn to fight. Vegeta was paired up with some teenager named Grite. Vegeta almost laughed at the name. "How ridiculous can a title get?" Vegeta thought to himself. Omie was paired up with a man said to be Grite's older brother. He was called Kogi. Vegeta had summed them both up in a second---they were airheads. Grite had large, bulky shoulders and a head to small for his body. He had black hair cut short and square like a soldier's, and brown eyes that made him look as if he was constantly staring off into space with no real awareness of what was going on around him. Kogi seemed a little more evolved;He had bulky muscles and his head fitted his body. His black hair was short and untidy, but not as short as Grite's, and his black eyes seemed very focused. The one fault to him was he looked as if he felt he would win this tornament easily. If only Vegeta could have fought him---Kogi would be begging for his life.
Vegeta was very curios about Omie. Many times Goku had waved his hand in front of Vegeta's eyes, for he was stairing into space, wondering what it was about Omie that made him want to know more about her. Once while going to see if the food stand had cotton candy, Vegeta noticed Omie, leaning against the other side of the stand, arms crossed and eyes closed with a look of relaxation and frustration on her face. Vegeta watched her. Omie's eyes shot open, and she looked directly at Vegeta. Her eyes were dark purple. She stared at him, half glaring at him for staring at her so rudely while she was thinking. She looked away from him as her name was called. A young man with long brown hair down to his chin and black, sunken- in eyes walked up to her. He looked strong, to a ningen's limit, and smart. He smiled(well actually, it looked like a smirk) and put an arm around Omie, walking her away. As she left she turned once more and glanced quickly at Vegeta before disappearing from his sight around a corner. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. Apparently Omie was dating the ningen, though he was very weak compared to her. Vegeta wondered why she would bother with him.
Omie looked back once more at the one called Vegeta before turning around a corner. She wondered why he had been staring at her. "Oh well..it doesn't matter." Omie thought. Still, she was curios about him.She wondered if it was possible that he was who she thought he was. "Something bothering you, babe?" Kokosi asked her. "No," Omie said, snapping back into reality. They sat down on a park bench. Kokosi stared at her. "Your not lying to me, are you Omie?" He said. Omie shook her head. She struggled a bit in his hold but he wouldn't let go. "You'd better not be lying to me. I don't like people who lie. Understand me?" He said, his cold eyes burning into hers. She nodded. "Good." He said, standing from the bench. "Good luck with the tornament, babe. Be sure to win that money for me."