Look peoples, I'm going to need more reviews to update these fics. I know I may sound rude and everything, but a fic is nothing unless you know you have support from your readers I was hoping to get at least 10 reviews for each chapter to update, but oh well. Other than that, I have nothing to say here…Except for the fact that I finished Gekido Dance.

LAST TIME…

"You're just imagining things again. Just like you were when you came up with that funny thing that exploded. What did you call that again?" her uncle chuckled.

"It's called a rifle, Uncle Krillin." Bulma spoke it through clenched teeth.

"Yeah. That thing. What good is a rifle anyway? Spears and swords always do the trick. You should know that. Heh. You and your crazy inventions."

"Maybe I should invent something that'll make you grow!" she retorted and stormed out of the room.

"…" Krillin blinked. "I'm not that short…Am I?"

LATER THAT NIGHT

"Well, I'm off to the temple again." Bulma commented, gobbling down the last of her dinner. Wiping her mouth, she washed the dishes in the bucket of water and threw that mess out the window. "Bye mum, dad…. Krillin..." she gave him a playful glare and set off after she had pulled her hood up. The linen dress and cotton cloak swirled around her feet as she walked, and it also protected her not only from the cool night, but the men that stared, waiting for a female to pass by. The golden ahnk around her neck also made her look like a male priest. So letting her wander past as they thought she was a male, Bulma walked towards the looming shape of the temple that cast its shadow over the buildings and wrapped around a person like a blanket.

CHAPTER 2 – MEET THE GODS

Back again. This had to be her 500th visit to the temple. She'd be surprised if it wasn't. Wiping the sand free from her shoes, Bulma removed the hood from her head and walked inside the temple. The shoes were soon removed also and she padded into the monument area where she had been previously that day. The lap, shoulders, arms and knees of the statue had been adorned in flowers and candles, which had been scented, so the entire room of the temple smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. Inhaling the pleasant scent, she looked around and didn't find a priest in sight. Though that wasn't unusual. But a closer inspection revealed that a black-cloaked figure was standing at the feet of it and looking up. With a shrug, Bulma walked to the feet and stood next to the person. Neither said a word to each other, and she only offered him a cursory glance before going about her business. But it was as if the person was a statue, because not a muscle was moved. Obviously the man wasn't a priest as he wasn't wearing the decorated clothing of any of the priests or priestesses of any of the Gods or Goddesses in the region. All Bulma could see was from the middle of the bridge of his nose to the middle of his neck due to the light. The hood shadowed all else.

Stretching out with one more glance at him, she removed the ahnk from her neck and placed it amongst the flowers that had been laid out. Dropping to her knees, she began praying. The man was still there when she opened her eyes, but this time his head was turned and tilted down towards her. It was obvious that he was watching her and nothing else, as she could feel his cold gaze upon her. She suddenly began to wonder who he was. The attire was something that many tomb robbers wore, and that frightened her. But the man bent at the waist and held out his hand to her. Reluctantly and cautiously she took his hand and let him help her to her feet. Dusting her clothing off, she raised an eyebrow at him as he turned back to look at the enormous statue. "Amazing…Isn't it?"

It was the first time she had heard him speak. "Yes…It's a brilliant piece of work. No wonder the Gods are appeased with the offerings we give them." She had noted that the man had quite a rasp in his voice, and from what she could see, he was darkly tanned. The tan was very common, but the rasp wasn't. Attributing it to the fact he must have been a soldier and got an injury to his throat, Bulma yawned a little. "So…Do you worship Seth? Or do you have another favorite God? You don't seem to be from this city." she used Vegeta's formal name just in case he wasn't from Egypt.

"I'm not from this city, but I do visit it. And as for the Gods…You could say that I believe in them...But I don't worship them…"

This just confused Bulma. Just a few words and she could see he was quite cryptic in what he said. Not wasting energy in trying to decipher what he told her, Bulma spoke once more. "Well…I'd better be getting home then…Will you be here tomorrow?" she asked, trying to be polite.

"I'll see what I can do…"

Shaking her head at his confusing words, Bulma left with a goodbye. Just as she exited the room, the man pulled back his hood to reveal his regal features and flame-shaped hair that bore a striking resemblance to the statue behind him.

Turning back around, he looked up at the statue. "Hm…Nose is a bit big…" he smirked as he heard the booming voice after his comment.

"Brother…Don't be so picky." another figure soon appeared in the darkness of the corner, and it was revealed he looked much like a Pharaoh in appearance with his crook and flail, white linen garbs, fake beard that hooked around his ears and the double crown that symbolized the unification of Upper and Lower Egypt.

"Hn…Osiris…Brother…What are you doing spying on me?"

"Making sure you stay out of trouble."

"Pft. You worry too much. I'm fine by myself. I'm the God of Destruction!" he laughed.

Osiris sighed and then mumbled, walking back to the corner and slowly fading away. "Even Gods can be brought to their knees by the right person…" with that, he was gone.

END CHAPTER 2

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