"Honestly, Bolmai I don't think it is right that you should spar with your
grandfather. He is much too strong and might seriously hurt you one of
these days." Bolmai's father took a cotton-swab dowsed in cleaning alcohol
and began to rub it over her cuts.
She quietly chewed a Senzu bean while tuning her father's advice out. He always told her the same thing each time she came home from a day with her grandfather. And yet in the end, Bolmai always managed to get away with it.
"Dad. . ." Bolmai whined in protest of his speech and he smiled softly in return.
"I know sweety. You really love your grandfather but I just get worried about you sometimes." He finished bandaging her wrist before slowly putting the first aid kit away on shelf. Several moments of silence past before he said anything more. "There is so much out there, Bolmai. An entire world of experiences that you have never witnessed. And.I just don't want you to miss out."
Bolmai recognized his tone, it was the voice he used when he wanted to emphasize how different she was from her siblings. Bolmai had three other siblings and aside from her oldest brother, they had denounced their saiyan blood and lived a human's life. When her father used words like 'experiences' he was not referring to roaming the land or fighting in battles; no, what he was trying to convey was his want for her to go to college, to get a job and make lots of money. Those were the experiences he wanted for her.
In reality, Bolmai had no desire for such things. She was a warrior and was unwilling to suppress her strength just to take on a mundane life. For this seventeen-year-old, it hurt that her father could not grasp this idea. Bolmai always reminded herself that he didn't mean to hurt her feelings, he was just being concerned.
The medical lab had fallen into an eerie silence now, with only the dull buzzing of computers to provide sound. Bolmai hopped off the steal table she had been resting upon and stretched. It had been a long day she was tired.
She still remembered that she had not made a reply to her father's words. Bolmai opened her mouth to speak, to tell him everything that was on her mind: That she didn't want to be like her sister and give up her freedom. That she wanted to travel the galaxy and be in control. But she didn't say that. No. Instead, all that came out was, "Yes dad. I understand." And then she kissed him on the cheek and said goodnight.
In the back of her mind, the girl wondered would she ever be the brave and noble saiyan she wanted so badly to be?
She quietly chewed a Senzu bean while tuning her father's advice out. He always told her the same thing each time she came home from a day with her grandfather. And yet in the end, Bolmai always managed to get away with it.
"Dad. . ." Bolmai whined in protest of his speech and he smiled softly in return.
"I know sweety. You really love your grandfather but I just get worried about you sometimes." He finished bandaging her wrist before slowly putting the first aid kit away on shelf. Several moments of silence past before he said anything more. "There is so much out there, Bolmai. An entire world of experiences that you have never witnessed. And.I just don't want you to miss out."
Bolmai recognized his tone, it was the voice he used when he wanted to emphasize how different she was from her siblings. Bolmai had three other siblings and aside from her oldest brother, they had denounced their saiyan blood and lived a human's life. When her father used words like 'experiences' he was not referring to roaming the land or fighting in battles; no, what he was trying to convey was his want for her to go to college, to get a job and make lots of money. Those were the experiences he wanted for her.
In reality, Bolmai had no desire for such things. She was a warrior and was unwilling to suppress her strength just to take on a mundane life. For this seventeen-year-old, it hurt that her father could not grasp this idea. Bolmai always reminded herself that he didn't mean to hurt her feelings, he was just being concerned.
The medical lab had fallen into an eerie silence now, with only the dull buzzing of computers to provide sound. Bolmai hopped off the steal table she had been resting upon and stretched. It had been a long day she was tired.
She still remembered that she had not made a reply to her father's words. Bolmai opened her mouth to speak, to tell him everything that was on her mind: That she didn't want to be like her sister and give up her freedom. That she wanted to travel the galaxy and be in control. But she didn't say that. No. Instead, all that came out was, "Yes dad. I understand." And then she kissed him on the cheek and said goodnight.
In the back of her mind, the girl wondered would she ever be the brave and noble saiyan she wanted so badly to be?