Sorry I haven't updated. vacation. I don't own DBZ or it's characters.
enjoy!
Ren-
Hello, welcome to Hawaii. We hope you enjoy your stay with us. If there is anything that you need, any time of the day, you may pick up the phone and dial 233 for customer service. Your computer has free Internet, there is a television with 130 channels, and we provide a VCR and DVD player. If you need anything else please call customer service. Enjoy your stay.
Ren set the handwritten letter down. ~ What is this? ~ She looked around her room. Her own room: in a hotel. There was a to-die-for view of the ocean, out of her bay window. The curtains on her bed were made of deep maroon silk, she had her own entertainment center. She even had her own refrigerator. There was an elegant cherry door on the left of her bed. She opened it and walked in the closet. It was huge, and already filled with clothes. After walking out of there, she looked in the dresser. It too contained clothes. Closing the drawers she turned around. Through embellished wooden doors she found the bathroom.
Inside there was a massive tub. Around it were as many kinds of bubble bath, and bath salts as there were fish in the ocean. When looking in the dark marble tub she noticed vents. ~ It is a hot tub! I have a hot tub in my hotel room! ~ Fresh towels were in the bathroom closet and the shower had three heads placed strategically around the shower. There was even a small inlet with a five-paneled mirror. Ren stared at her knobby knees in all of the mirrors. Her blue-jean shorts and white shirt looked terribly plain in her surroundings. The blue lay around her neck made her look entirely mismatched. After running a hand through her wind-blown, dark hair she walked into her room.
To her right she saw a Hawaiian woman placing a vase of tropical flowers next to the small closed laptop on the desk. When she saw Ren she immediately smiled. "Do you need anything Miss? I can get you a glass of coke, some crackers, are you hungry?"
"Oh, no thank you." Ren smiled nervously. She teetered on the edge of homophobia; social situations were slightly nerve-racking to Ren when she was with people she knew, it got worse when she was alone. She wiggled her toes standing, not really knowing what to do. The woman had turned back to the vase.
"You're from Nebraska?" Her sweet voice startled Ren.
"Yes. We came here to spend a few days- uh, I mean weeks." Ren blushed at her fumble of words. ~ I don't know if it is better when I am talking, or not. ~
"I've only been to California, is it nice in Nebraska?" She walked over to the bed and seemed to be unnecessarily fluffing the pillows and bedding.
"Yeah- well it is not very green. and it is kinda cold and dry. but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. I like it." ~ Why does everything I say come out stupidly? ~
"I'd like to see it someday. I've not seen many places but this island, it would be wonderful to see other things." With that the woman seemed to finally be satisfied with the bed. "Do you need anything before I leave?"
"Oh, no thank you."
"Well, you know where to call if you do. Have a wonderful evening." With that she left Ren in the massive room alone.
~ So, I am in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, in the most luxurious hotel, my family has their own personal butler, and we are staying here for three weeks, like it or not. That's an interesting turn out. ~
Ren let her hand slid up the pole of her curtained bed. She let her arm slid back down to her side and heaved a sigh. ~ I feel like royalty. This should be wonderful. What is wrong? ~
"Ren?" There was a soft tapping. "Ren, are you in there?"
Ren laid out on her king size bed. She heard her mother's voice, but didn't respond. The sun was setting out her windows, and she felt lost in it. The blazing orb of yellow-orange, creating a mirage across endless water. Light fluffy orange clouds above it and the deep blue ocean surrounding it. The palm trees lightly swaying.
Her mother rapped loudly on the door as the sun sank beneath the horizon and Ren was cloaked in darkness. "Ren! If you are in there come out."
"I'm coming." Ren said quietly and reluctantly. She nimbly swung her body out of bed and sped walked to the door. On the other side her mother smiled up at her.
"I was beginning to worry."
"Sorry, why did you need me?"
"Mekena is here. She has something for you." Her mother stepped out of the doorway, a signal for Ren to step into the circular room that led to her, her mother's, and brother's rooms. She could see Mekena anxiously waiting for her. Her hair hung loose from the bun it was in earlier. In her hands was a manila folder, and at the sight of Ren she smiled.
"How is your room? Do you like it?" Mekena asked. Ren at first thought she was joking, how could anyone not like that room? She realized that Mekena was absolutely serious from the look in her eyes.
"I don't think that I could imagine much better." Ren felt bad after saying that, because what she really wanted was a normal hotel. A room where her family could all relax together. There was just something about it that she didn't like. ~ Maybe it is all the special attention. ~
"Wonderful." She fumbled with the manila folder and opened it. She pulled out a stack of special looking papers. She picked a smaller stapled pack of papers and handed it to Ren. "You may read that when you feel like it. Take it back to your room." She separated the rest of the papers into two smaller stapled packets and handed one each to Ty and Ren's mother with the same instructions. After that she left, and the three parted off to their separate rooms.
The papers Ren held seemed to be one big letter. It started with a simple 'Dear Ren'. Her eyes skimmed over words of praise on her athletic and academic abilities. ~ Let me guess, it is some stupid someone looking to make money off of my achievements~ Ren was a very talented writer. At only 15 she had three of her essays published, and about six of her poems. She'd won many writing contests, and was taking her school to the National Basketball Finals as their most important player. She'd had several people approach her, wanting her to do things for them, go to their collages, all sorts of stupid stuff like that. This was the most drastic approach anyone had ever made to get her attention. She sighed and went to lie back on her bed. It was really too dark to read.
***Thud***
Ren awoke to a hard thud. She sat up and looked around the room.
Outside it had changed to morning and she was still in the clothes that
she'd been wearing the day before. ~ Crap, I feel asleep! ~ Her mind
worked slowly, waking out of a long night of dreaming. Where had the thud
come from?
It happened again. Ren determined that it was coming form the door.
Just as she was sliding out of bed to go and open the door there was a
massive thud, and the door started to move towards her. Ren tensed her
muscles in preparation to move quickly, only to realize that the door was
now falling downwards and was not even going to come near the bed.
When the moment passed she noticed an unknown man standing in the
doorway with one had behind his spiky-haired head, grinning broadly. He
appeared to be very strong, with no sense of style. Ren wasn't any
fashion model, in fact she didn't know all that much about fashion, but
she did know that you were supposed to wear a neon green Hawaiian shirt
covered in flowers with orange pants.
"Uh, heh, sorry about that. I'll fix it!" With that the man came in
the room and picked the door up, backing out of the room he neatly put it
back in it's frame. Ren stared, not really knowing what to think. Before
she could do anything else there was another knock at the door. Her only
reaction was to raise an eyebrow and stare at the door. When the knock
came a second time there was an outburst form the main room leading to
her family's rooms.
"For the love of God Kakarot! Just go through the damn door!" Ren
could tell that it was a man with a very deep voice.
The man that had knocked the door down replied. "You sure I can do
that?" After that comment there was a small silence. Quietly the second
man began to talk.
"You're right Kakarot." It sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
"You can't do that!" Suddenly there was another massive bang and the door
shattered into pieces. "Now you can do it." Ren saw the speaker was a
shorter man that had an extremely large widows peak. His hair seemed to
stick up even higher than the first man. With that he stalked off to the
other side of the entrance room and leaned against the wall. For a few
seconds the three of them just stayed staring at each other. Ren studied
the two.
The first stood proudly grinning. He seemed to be oblivious to what
was happening around. That would probably explain his strange clothing.
The thing that she was most curious about was his hair. It stood almost
straight up. Ren stared at it, wondering how he made it stay. She looked
at the other man's hair. It stood straight up all around his head. His
jeans and red Hawaiian shirt didn't seem to match his character. Her gaze
didn't stay on his clothes for long. It wondered back to his enigmatic
hair. ~ How much hair gel do these people u- ~
The shorter man cut off Ren's thought. "For crissake man!" He stalked
over to the doorway. "Do you need me to write a script for you Kakarot?
Would that help your incompetent mind?" ~ His shortness seems to affect
his temper.~ Ren couldn't help but smile at this thought.
"In-comp-a-tent?" That seemed to clear it up for her. This Kakarot
person was entirely a cream puff.
"Why did I come with you? What force on this damn planet caused me to come with you?"
"Oh oh! It was Bulma!"
"Shut up Kakarot."
"But, it was... wasn't it?"
"Kakarot. I have a very hard question for you. do you know what shut up means?"
"Well."
Ren stood up as she watched them argue. ~ This could go on for hours. ~ Deciding to get their attention she cleared her throat. Normally, she wouldn't have done anything, but there was something about them that she could feel. It wasn't like she trusted them, or was comfortable around them; there was just something that she felt.
"Vegeta look! There is a girl here!" Kakarot screamed. The second man whacked his forehead. Ren wasn't sure what to do.
Ren-
Hello, welcome to Hawaii. We hope you enjoy your stay with us. If there is anything that you need, any time of the day, you may pick up the phone and dial 233 for customer service. Your computer has free Internet, there is a television with 130 channels, and we provide a VCR and DVD player. If you need anything else please call customer service. Enjoy your stay.
Ren set the handwritten letter down. ~ What is this? ~ She looked around her room. Her own room: in a hotel. There was a to-die-for view of the ocean, out of her bay window. The curtains on her bed were made of deep maroon silk, she had her own entertainment center. She even had her own refrigerator. There was an elegant cherry door on the left of her bed. She opened it and walked in the closet. It was huge, and already filled with clothes. After walking out of there, she looked in the dresser. It too contained clothes. Closing the drawers she turned around. Through embellished wooden doors she found the bathroom.
Inside there was a massive tub. Around it were as many kinds of bubble bath, and bath salts as there were fish in the ocean. When looking in the dark marble tub she noticed vents. ~ It is a hot tub! I have a hot tub in my hotel room! ~ Fresh towels were in the bathroom closet and the shower had three heads placed strategically around the shower. There was even a small inlet with a five-paneled mirror. Ren stared at her knobby knees in all of the mirrors. Her blue-jean shorts and white shirt looked terribly plain in her surroundings. The blue lay around her neck made her look entirely mismatched. After running a hand through her wind-blown, dark hair she walked into her room.
To her right she saw a Hawaiian woman placing a vase of tropical flowers next to the small closed laptop on the desk. When she saw Ren she immediately smiled. "Do you need anything Miss? I can get you a glass of coke, some crackers, are you hungry?"
"Oh, no thank you." Ren smiled nervously. She teetered on the edge of homophobia; social situations were slightly nerve-racking to Ren when she was with people she knew, it got worse when she was alone. She wiggled her toes standing, not really knowing what to do. The woman had turned back to the vase.
"You're from Nebraska?" Her sweet voice startled Ren.
"Yes. We came here to spend a few days- uh, I mean weeks." Ren blushed at her fumble of words. ~ I don't know if it is better when I am talking, or not. ~
"I've only been to California, is it nice in Nebraska?" She walked over to the bed and seemed to be unnecessarily fluffing the pillows and bedding.
"Yeah- well it is not very green. and it is kinda cold and dry. but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. I like it." ~ Why does everything I say come out stupidly? ~
"I'd like to see it someday. I've not seen many places but this island, it would be wonderful to see other things." With that the woman seemed to finally be satisfied with the bed. "Do you need anything before I leave?"
"Oh, no thank you."
"Well, you know where to call if you do. Have a wonderful evening." With that she left Ren in the massive room alone.
~ So, I am in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, in the most luxurious hotel, my family has their own personal butler, and we are staying here for three weeks, like it or not. That's an interesting turn out. ~
Ren let her hand slid up the pole of her curtained bed. She let her arm slid back down to her side and heaved a sigh. ~ I feel like royalty. This should be wonderful. What is wrong? ~
"Ren?" There was a soft tapping. "Ren, are you in there?"
Ren laid out on her king size bed. She heard her mother's voice, but didn't respond. The sun was setting out her windows, and she felt lost in it. The blazing orb of yellow-orange, creating a mirage across endless water. Light fluffy orange clouds above it and the deep blue ocean surrounding it. The palm trees lightly swaying.
Her mother rapped loudly on the door as the sun sank beneath the horizon and Ren was cloaked in darkness. "Ren! If you are in there come out."
"I'm coming." Ren said quietly and reluctantly. She nimbly swung her body out of bed and sped walked to the door. On the other side her mother smiled up at her.
"I was beginning to worry."
"Sorry, why did you need me?"
"Mekena is here. She has something for you." Her mother stepped out of the doorway, a signal for Ren to step into the circular room that led to her, her mother's, and brother's rooms. She could see Mekena anxiously waiting for her. Her hair hung loose from the bun it was in earlier. In her hands was a manila folder, and at the sight of Ren she smiled.
"How is your room? Do you like it?" Mekena asked. Ren at first thought she was joking, how could anyone not like that room? She realized that Mekena was absolutely serious from the look in her eyes.
"I don't think that I could imagine much better." Ren felt bad after saying that, because what she really wanted was a normal hotel. A room where her family could all relax together. There was just something about it that she didn't like. ~ Maybe it is all the special attention. ~
"Wonderful." She fumbled with the manila folder and opened it. She pulled out a stack of special looking papers. She picked a smaller stapled pack of papers and handed it to Ren. "You may read that when you feel like it. Take it back to your room." She separated the rest of the papers into two smaller stapled packets and handed one each to Ty and Ren's mother with the same instructions. After that she left, and the three parted off to their separate rooms.
The papers Ren held seemed to be one big letter. It started with a simple 'Dear Ren'. Her eyes skimmed over words of praise on her athletic and academic abilities. ~ Let me guess, it is some stupid someone looking to make money off of my achievements~ Ren was a very talented writer. At only 15 she had three of her essays published, and about six of her poems. She'd won many writing contests, and was taking her school to the National Basketball Finals as their most important player. She'd had several people approach her, wanting her to do things for them, go to their collages, all sorts of stupid stuff like that. This was the most drastic approach anyone had ever made to get her attention. She sighed and went to lie back on her bed. It was really too dark to read.
***Thud***
Ren awoke to a hard thud. She sat up and looked around the room.
Outside it had changed to morning and she was still in the clothes that
she'd been wearing the day before. ~ Crap, I feel asleep! ~ Her mind
worked slowly, waking out of a long night of dreaming. Where had the thud
come from?
It happened again. Ren determined that it was coming form the door.
Just as she was sliding out of bed to go and open the door there was a
massive thud, and the door started to move towards her. Ren tensed her
muscles in preparation to move quickly, only to realize that the door was
now falling downwards and was not even going to come near the bed.
When the moment passed she noticed an unknown man standing in the
doorway with one had behind his spiky-haired head, grinning broadly. He
appeared to be very strong, with no sense of style. Ren wasn't any
fashion model, in fact she didn't know all that much about fashion, but
she did know that you were supposed to wear a neon green Hawaiian shirt
covered in flowers with orange pants.
"Uh, heh, sorry about that. I'll fix it!" With that the man came in
the room and picked the door up, backing out of the room he neatly put it
back in it's frame. Ren stared, not really knowing what to think. Before
she could do anything else there was another knock at the door. Her only
reaction was to raise an eyebrow and stare at the door. When the knock
came a second time there was an outburst form the main room leading to
her family's rooms.
"For the love of God Kakarot! Just go through the damn door!" Ren
could tell that it was a man with a very deep voice.
The man that had knocked the door down replied. "You sure I can do
that?" After that comment there was a small silence. Quietly the second
man began to talk.
"You're right Kakarot." It sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
"You can't do that!" Suddenly there was another massive bang and the door
shattered into pieces. "Now you can do it." Ren saw the speaker was a
shorter man that had an extremely large widows peak. His hair seemed to
stick up even higher than the first man. With that he stalked off to the
other side of the entrance room and leaned against the wall. For a few
seconds the three of them just stayed staring at each other. Ren studied
the two.
The first stood proudly grinning. He seemed to be oblivious to what
was happening around. That would probably explain his strange clothing.
The thing that she was most curious about was his hair. It stood almost
straight up. Ren stared at it, wondering how he made it stay. She looked
at the other man's hair. It stood straight up all around his head. His
jeans and red Hawaiian shirt didn't seem to match his character. Her gaze
didn't stay on his clothes for long. It wondered back to his enigmatic
hair. ~ How much hair gel do these people u- ~
The shorter man cut off Ren's thought. "For crissake man!" He stalked
over to the doorway. "Do you need me to write a script for you Kakarot?
Would that help your incompetent mind?" ~ His shortness seems to affect
his temper.~ Ren couldn't help but smile at this thought.
"In-comp-a-tent?" That seemed to clear it up for her. This Kakarot
person was entirely a cream puff.
"Why did I come with you? What force on this damn planet caused me to come with you?"
"Oh oh! It was Bulma!"
"Shut up Kakarot."
"But, it was... wasn't it?"
"Kakarot. I have a very hard question for you. do you know what shut up means?"
"Well."
Ren stood up as she watched them argue. ~ This could go on for hours. ~ Deciding to get their attention she cleared her throat. Normally, she wouldn't have done anything, but there was something about them that she could feel. It wasn't like she trusted them, or was comfortable around them; there was just something that she felt.
"Vegeta look! There is a girl here!" Kakarot screamed. The second man whacked his forehead. Ren wasn't sure what to do.
