Adherent strangers – Prologue – A nice welcome.
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A weary sigh escaped a pair of full, pink lips as their owner sank to the floor. Sitting on her butt with her legs at her sides, Bulma raised her head to the ceiling while dropping a heavy piece of equipment to the floor.
"I'll never finish this piece of shit.." She grumbled as she slowly moved her head to the side, feeling the muscles in her neck protest at the unwanted movement. She cringed lightly at the pain but paid no heed to it as she got to her feet.
The 21 year old female had been working on her newest project for hours, refusing to reply to her mothers pleas for her to get something to eat. Her stubbornness had always gotten her in unforeseen trouble, yet she wouldn't wish for things to be any other way. She only had one more week to hand in a final result of her work and she wasn't going to disappoint her father at any cost.
So she moved towards the work-bench to give her predicament another shot, when suddenly a low, rumbling sound reached her ears. A sullen expression moved across her face as she realized her stomach was unhappy with it's current lack of nourishment.
I'll never be able to concentrate, like this.. She thought, and so, with a disgruntled sigh she dropped her nick-nack on the cluttered, metallic surface and left the room, not bothering to wipe off the grease that stained her face.
Her heavy boots made plenty of noise as she came down the stairs, not caring if she'd bother anyone by it. Arriving in the kitchen, she grabbed the handle of the giant fridge and pulled at it, welcoming the gush of cool air that reached out to her.
But before she was able to pick a suitable lunch, a sudden noise halted her in her path. This time it was the door that had decided to become a nuisance to her already foul mood. She abruptly turned her head to glare at the intruder but was stopped when she came face to face with a complete stranger.
Her jaw dropped a few inches and her eyes tried to remove themselves from their sockets as the unknown invader proceeded through the kitchen, not even bothering to give her a second glance or say a single word.
Bulma's eyes raked down his form, letting his appearance soak into her eyes. He was only slightly taller than herself but he more than made up for it with the superior air that surrounded his presence. She was amazed at how regal he looked while his clothing suggested the complete opposite. The young man, who didn't seem more than a few years older than Bulma was wearing torn, baggy jeans and a simple, faded black shirt adorned his torso, also being quite worn down.
The boy passed her on his way to the sink before stopping by the tap where he proceeded by casually downing a giant amount of water. Pulling back, he wiped his mouth and started moving away again. That is, until Bulma's mind suddenly decided to kick in, again.
"Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing? How dare you come into my house like this! I don't even know you!" She screeched, getting more enraged when the young man simply gave her a curious look and crossed his arms over his chest, still not uttering a single word.
The waterfall of words continued to flow from Bulma's mouth until the sound of the door made it snap shut. This time, as her head snapped towards the source of the noise, she was faced withthe all too familiar, cheery smile which belonged to her father.
"Well hi there, Bulma dear. I see you've met our new guest?" He simply stated with a careless expression on his face as he folded his hands behind his back, completely unaware of his daughter's distress, whose jaw had decided to come off it's hinges once again.
The guest in question just smirked at her reaction as the seconds passed, no one saying a word. And just as Bulma started forming another barrage of words inside her head, the door flung open yet another time. This time revealing a much younger boy than the one already standing in her kitchen, this one looked to be around 15 years old and also looked slightly dishevelled, wearing old, worn clothes.
The boy had a shy smile on his face as he approached the stunned, blue haired girl with a fair amount of caution. He extended his hand in her direction with a uncertain expression, he didn't want the pretty young woman in front of him to be upset. A second later his smile broadened as Bulma hesitantly shook the small hand presented to her.
"Seiko and Vegeta here will be our guests for the time being. I trust you'll give them a nice welcome, my dear." Dr. Briefs chipped in, mentioning towards the boy leaning against the table as Bulma learned both their names.
Without saying a word Bulma moved forward, grabbed her fathers hand and dragged him into the adjoined living room, leaving her two new house guests to stare at the now closed door.
Well, that's the prologue, I hope you all like it so far.
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