Taking a look around she smirked. Turles had been run into the ground.
Goku hadn't even warmed up. After placing her uncle in the care of the
medics she grabbed her younger sibling and left for the training room she
had used earlier that day. Soon occupying the fighting circle she had Goku
both dropped into seated positions. Closing their eyes they instantly
entered the fighting arena where they could not damage the other in any
true physical way. Not caring at the audience they were attracting.
"Isn't that the woman who wiped the floor with the princess?" One voice asked.
"Baradock's daughter I think. Fourth class."
"Only that?"
"Check out the scouters!" One shouted. While Goku's ki had been on the rise Bulma's had taken a drastic plunge, having hit zero some time ago. But to any of them that could sense ki in the slightest they knew she was still falling. All were startled when the pair opened their eyes. Launching an attack in as long as it took them to form one. In other words, the fight was on the instant they caught site of the other.
Round house kick, duck, lunge the left fake the right, and crash into the ground. Sending a smirk to her brother she rolled over before he could make her apart of the hole his foot had just created where her head had once been. Keeping in mind to keep her ki low she twirled and sent him a knee to his gut. He grunted but other than that he sent an attack for her face. She dodged it all. "You forget brother." She taunted grabbing both his fists and pulling them behind them, all the time weary of his legs. "I'm faster than you."
"Yes sister." He returned, sending his head back, impacting it with her forehead. "I've learned a few new tricks since we last faced off." To prove his words she soon found herself on her back and no idea how she got there. She raised an eyebrow but didn't panic. He had her straddled; this was why she was unable to go for her favorite potshot. Instead, she dug her fingers into his calves, nails piercing the clothing he wore. He screamed and she was soon able to turn the tabled, only in this time she made sure his hands were pinned. One knee positioned over his throat she watched as his face began to change color; she knew she could very well kill him. But they were only sparring, and their rules were simple. No ki, no killing, first one to pass out loses. Quite simple really, they had been doing it since they had partnered, the only rule changing being the one on ki restriction, it all depended on where they were.
He had come in to find her strangling who looked to be Baradock, but knowing that the Commander was in the science wing he could only assume that it was the returned third child. Kakkarrot, who at the time was turning an interesting shade of blue, but his sister atop him looked indifferent. As if waiting for something. He could see that she had yet to break a sweat, bearing only a few markings of the fight. When the tallest of the pair passed out she let up. Chuckling lightly she threw the third class over her shoulder. "He'll never learn." She said, almost to herself. Looking about she cocked an eyebrow at her audience. She didn't see him and he thought that for the best, if she really was Bulma she would most likely have a lower guard up if she thought him not to be around.
Knowing that someone would see to the care of her sparring partner Bulma took to the streets. Tail flipping behind her she caught site of the glares sent to her from the women, and the admiration sent from the men. But none of it frightened her; she was stronger than all of them combined. And her tail spoke of that for her, having it unwrapped signified that she didn't find them worth the effort to be wary of. In short, they weren't worth the time of day to her. Looking around she cursed. She had no form of currency. Looking to an armor supply store she decided she was just stuck window-shopping. She was surprised to find many of the materials she wished to make her next gi of.
"Ah I see you are admiring our newest material. Its light and prohibits no movement but is still as strong as the normal material."
"I can see that." She murmured checking the durability for herself.
"Are you into professional made, pre-made, or self creation?" Turning she met the taller Sayains gaze. He was obviously not one of the more powerful of the race thus why he was a merchant.
"I make and design my own fighting attire, my last bit of clothing was destroyed on my last…outing. I presently have to wear my mothers clothes."
"How do you plan on paying for your purchases?" The tone was suspicious and Bulma couldn't help but wonder how many higher class ripped him off.
"I'm simply looking today, I have no money with me at the moment. I suppose I'll ask father."
"Who is your sire? Maybe he has a tab here."
"Baradock." She answered earning a look from him.
"Don't play with me child, I'm old not stupid. His daughter has been dead for." She cut him off by holding his throat.
"If you do not believe me I shall be forced to return at a later date, either that or find another place to suite my demands. Can you not call him?" The Sayain nodded and she released him. Moving to a communication station he set about contacting her sire. Soon the scarred man was on the screen. Pushing the salesman aside Bulma began to speak.
"Do you have an account here father?" She questioned gesturing to the store behind her. Goku, who was in the background, saw that she was shopping and promptly began laughing. She made out a few such words as, 'shopping spree', and 'broke.' She would kill him later.
"Yes. What do you plan on buying?" He sounded weary; he was right to do so.
"I need clothes, along with the fact that I need some training outfits and a battle gi." He nodded and she left her father to discuss things with the suspicious storeowner. Going back to the choices of material she mentally began designing her gi. Dark colors. Ones to contrast her pale skin, there was no doubt in her mind that she would regain her true colorings, chemicals had done this and if she had to call upon the dragon she would do it. Pulling out enough black fabric to make three gi's she began making her pile. Tools to create her own armor. She decided some of her wants would have to be self-created; many of her picks had been discarded or destroyed. "I want this." She stated pointing to the pile she had created. When all had been charged to the account he handed her a large sum of money.
"I was told to give you any change from the amount he granted you. I suspect you to be the spoiled child with her father wrapped around her finger?" He was joking and she gave him a smile. "I'll have your packages delivered to your quarters. I think he thought you not to make your wardrobe from scratch. Cheaper but more time consuming." She caught the hidden question.
"I prefer my own style of fighting attire."
"Many do." He nodded agreeing with her that with talent personally made outfits were better. Stepping out into the streets again she looked around, deciding not to waste food on money she pushed her hunger aside.
'I haven't had lunch yet.' She grumbled to herself trying to find metals to re-create her lock pick collection.
Pacing back and forth he waited for his sister to return. He hadn't seen her since the spar. And after hearing of her shopping spree he couldn't help but have broke down laughing. She would probably get him back for it but the thought of her spending their father's money was too great. He remembered her shopping habits from back home. Ignoring his long haired brother he continued to pace the door.
"Doing that won't make her come back any faster. What is it you need of her." Looking to the older man he decided it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"I want her to send me to Chi-Chi and Gohan."
"Yes the second banshee and the brat, I suppose that bald man is one of your friends as well?" Goku nodded knowing that even though his words were insults he meant nothing by them.
"My wife and son."
"You have a strong mate, not a Sayain but you had sired a good son. He glared to the prince and caused much trouble before Bulma could deal away for their leavings. I seriously doubt that she would have listened had the King denied her the chance to free them. She would have gotten them away no matter the situation." Goku nodded. He knew his sister, Radditz was right. Bulma did whatever she wanted no matter what others told her. At the sound of the door sliding open he saw her walk in. she nodded to him and glared to Radditz.
"We're going for a walk, you are not going to ask what we're going to do or where we're going." Radditz nodded looking amused that she even had to tell him.
"Have fun brother, I fear your return to your mate will involve her shouting for some ungodly reason." Goku grinned, Chi-Chi probably would yell at him for his death. No matter that it wasn't his fault. Moving out into the hall he followed the short haired woman, change of color or not there was no doubt as to the fact that she was still the same girl he had grown with.
Slipping past guards much as she had the last time she made to steal a pod she was soon programming a round sphere to take her brother to his wife and kid. Detaching the tracking system she pushed him into the ball. "If I can stand being in one of these things you can. A sleeping gas will come in once you're in space and you'll sleep the whole way." Reading his look she added. "I'm not coming with you, not yet. I have to fix this first." She added disgustedly gesturing to her hair.
"You could wish…" He started.
"What? And give up on a challenge?" HE gave her a knowing look and she was tempted to break down.
"I think he'll be good for you. From what I can tell you two are so much alike you would either kill one another or kiss. You make the perfect pair. Just promise to visit." She nodded dumbly as he shot off into space. Just barely making it out of site in time to avoid the guards siting her.
'Damn him for knowing me better than I know myself.'
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"Isn't that the woman who wiped the floor with the princess?" One voice asked.
"Baradock's daughter I think. Fourth class."
"Only that?"
"Check out the scouters!" One shouted. While Goku's ki had been on the rise Bulma's had taken a drastic plunge, having hit zero some time ago. But to any of them that could sense ki in the slightest they knew she was still falling. All were startled when the pair opened their eyes. Launching an attack in as long as it took them to form one. In other words, the fight was on the instant they caught site of the other.
Round house kick, duck, lunge the left fake the right, and crash into the ground. Sending a smirk to her brother she rolled over before he could make her apart of the hole his foot had just created where her head had once been. Keeping in mind to keep her ki low she twirled and sent him a knee to his gut. He grunted but other than that he sent an attack for her face. She dodged it all. "You forget brother." She taunted grabbing both his fists and pulling them behind them, all the time weary of his legs. "I'm faster than you."
"Yes sister." He returned, sending his head back, impacting it with her forehead. "I've learned a few new tricks since we last faced off." To prove his words she soon found herself on her back and no idea how she got there. She raised an eyebrow but didn't panic. He had her straddled; this was why she was unable to go for her favorite potshot. Instead, she dug her fingers into his calves, nails piercing the clothing he wore. He screamed and she was soon able to turn the tabled, only in this time she made sure his hands were pinned. One knee positioned over his throat she watched as his face began to change color; she knew she could very well kill him. But they were only sparring, and their rules were simple. No ki, no killing, first one to pass out loses. Quite simple really, they had been doing it since they had partnered, the only rule changing being the one on ki restriction, it all depended on where they were.
He had come in to find her strangling who looked to be Baradock, but knowing that the Commander was in the science wing he could only assume that it was the returned third child. Kakkarrot, who at the time was turning an interesting shade of blue, but his sister atop him looked indifferent. As if waiting for something. He could see that she had yet to break a sweat, bearing only a few markings of the fight. When the tallest of the pair passed out she let up. Chuckling lightly she threw the third class over her shoulder. "He'll never learn." She said, almost to herself. Looking about she cocked an eyebrow at her audience. She didn't see him and he thought that for the best, if she really was Bulma she would most likely have a lower guard up if she thought him not to be around.
Knowing that someone would see to the care of her sparring partner Bulma took to the streets. Tail flipping behind her she caught site of the glares sent to her from the women, and the admiration sent from the men. But none of it frightened her; she was stronger than all of them combined. And her tail spoke of that for her, having it unwrapped signified that she didn't find them worth the effort to be wary of. In short, they weren't worth the time of day to her. Looking around she cursed. She had no form of currency. Looking to an armor supply store she decided she was just stuck window-shopping. She was surprised to find many of the materials she wished to make her next gi of.
"Ah I see you are admiring our newest material. Its light and prohibits no movement but is still as strong as the normal material."
"I can see that." She murmured checking the durability for herself.
"Are you into professional made, pre-made, or self creation?" Turning she met the taller Sayains gaze. He was obviously not one of the more powerful of the race thus why he was a merchant.
"I make and design my own fighting attire, my last bit of clothing was destroyed on my last…outing. I presently have to wear my mothers clothes."
"How do you plan on paying for your purchases?" The tone was suspicious and Bulma couldn't help but wonder how many higher class ripped him off.
"I'm simply looking today, I have no money with me at the moment. I suppose I'll ask father."
"Who is your sire? Maybe he has a tab here."
"Baradock." She answered earning a look from him.
"Don't play with me child, I'm old not stupid. His daughter has been dead for." She cut him off by holding his throat.
"If you do not believe me I shall be forced to return at a later date, either that or find another place to suite my demands. Can you not call him?" The Sayain nodded and she released him. Moving to a communication station he set about contacting her sire. Soon the scarred man was on the screen. Pushing the salesman aside Bulma began to speak.
"Do you have an account here father?" She questioned gesturing to the store behind her. Goku, who was in the background, saw that she was shopping and promptly began laughing. She made out a few such words as, 'shopping spree', and 'broke.' She would kill him later.
"Yes. What do you plan on buying?" He sounded weary; he was right to do so.
"I need clothes, along with the fact that I need some training outfits and a battle gi." He nodded and she left her father to discuss things with the suspicious storeowner. Going back to the choices of material she mentally began designing her gi. Dark colors. Ones to contrast her pale skin, there was no doubt in her mind that she would regain her true colorings, chemicals had done this and if she had to call upon the dragon she would do it. Pulling out enough black fabric to make three gi's she began making her pile. Tools to create her own armor. She decided some of her wants would have to be self-created; many of her picks had been discarded or destroyed. "I want this." She stated pointing to the pile she had created. When all had been charged to the account he handed her a large sum of money.
"I was told to give you any change from the amount he granted you. I suspect you to be the spoiled child with her father wrapped around her finger?" He was joking and she gave him a smile. "I'll have your packages delivered to your quarters. I think he thought you not to make your wardrobe from scratch. Cheaper but more time consuming." She caught the hidden question.
"I prefer my own style of fighting attire."
"Many do." He nodded agreeing with her that with talent personally made outfits were better. Stepping out into the streets again she looked around, deciding not to waste food on money she pushed her hunger aside.
'I haven't had lunch yet.' She grumbled to herself trying to find metals to re-create her lock pick collection.
Pacing back and forth he waited for his sister to return. He hadn't seen her since the spar. And after hearing of her shopping spree he couldn't help but have broke down laughing. She would probably get him back for it but the thought of her spending their father's money was too great. He remembered her shopping habits from back home. Ignoring his long haired brother he continued to pace the door.
"Doing that won't make her come back any faster. What is it you need of her." Looking to the older man he decided it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"I want her to send me to Chi-Chi and Gohan."
"Yes the second banshee and the brat, I suppose that bald man is one of your friends as well?" Goku nodded knowing that even though his words were insults he meant nothing by them.
"My wife and son."
"You have a strong mate, not a Sayain but you had sired a good son. He glared to the prince and caused much trouble before Bulma could deal away for their leavings. I seriously doubt that she would have listened had the King denied her the chance to free them. She would have gotten them away no matter the situation." Goku nodded. He knew his sister, Radditz was right. Bulma did whatever she wanted no matter what others told her. At the sound of the door sliding open he saw her walk in. she nodded to him and glared to Radditz.
"We're going for a walk, you are not going to ask what we're going to do or where we're going." Radditz nodded looking amused that she even had to tell him.
"Have fun brother, I fear your return to your mate will involve her shouting for some ungodly reason." Goku grinned, Chi-Chi probably would yell at him for his death. No matter that it wasn't his fault. Moving out into the hall he followed the short haired woman, change of color or not there was no doubt as to the fact that she was still the same girl he had grown with.
Slipping past guards much as she had the last time she made to steal a pod she was soon programming a round sphere to take her brother to his wife and kid. Detaching the tracking system she pushed him into the ball. "If I can stand being in one of these things you can. A sleeping gas will come in once you're in space and you'll sleep the whole way." Reading his look she added. "I'm not coming with you, not yet. I have to fix this first." She added disgustedly gesturing to her hair.
"You could wish…" He started.
"What? And give up on a challenge?" HE gave her a knowing look and she was tempted to break down.
"I think he'll be good for you. From what I can tell you two are so much alike you would either kill one another or kiss. You make the perfect pair. Just promise to visit." She nodded dumbly as he shot off into space. Just barely making it out of site in time to avoid the guards siting her.
'Damn him for knowing me better than I know myself.'
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