Post by Bulma on Oct 12, 2010 21:46:41 GMT -5
The bright sun illuminated everything brilliantly as a crisp wind taped the shoulders of the people who made their was here and there on the streets. This part of the city was always busy and with some many different people. This was perhaps the only place you could see a businessman on his phone and a skateboarder relaxing on a bench.
The shopping in this part of town was always choice. Brand name clothes were always priced reasonably and the makeup counters fully stocked with the season's latest shades. This is what drew Bulma here most often. At least once a week she would drive down here in her trendy little hover car with a purse equipped with money from this invention or that she and her father had worked on.
Despite her girlish ways Bulma was scary smart, having either repaired or completely rebuilt alien technology single handedly within surprisingly short periods of time. Her shopping money we very well earned.
The young woman came out of the store she was just in and sat her bags in her car with a sigh. These days she seemed a bit more preoccupied. Something was missing in life. The Earth was full of heroes and villains and she was always sitting on the sidelines watching as men fought her battles for her. Well, no more! Today was going to be the day she would seek out training from one of the great masters who trained heroes! And even better, she had the wardrobe for it now.
Bulma got in her car and began her drive to the Kame House. As she neared the ocean she could tell the difference between the normal country breeze and the salty sea breeze. For a moment she wondered what she would do if she didn't have a hover car and laughed, "What other kind of car is there?" On long boring drives she often resorted to talking to herself to pass the time. Who else would she talk to?
The transition from riding over solid ground, to over sand, and then finally water, was noticeable. Riding the air above the waves seemed a bit smoother than the hard ground and even more so the sand. Once again Bulma found herself grateful for hover cars.
It wasn't long before the young woman's car was joined by dolphins who seemed determined to win a race that they had no idea if there was even a finish line for.
When the island home of Master Roshi was in sight the dolphins broke away from the waves beside the craft. Bulma speed up, she was excited to get started learning how to fight for herself.
She hit land a bit harder than she meant to and had to circle the island a few times to keep from spraying sand all over the old man and his home. Bulma stopped her can and jumped out.
"Master Roshi, I'm tired of relying on men to fight for me, I want to learn how to battle the bad guys!"
The old man raised an eyebrow, "Eh?"
"Will you teach me how to fight?"
"I don't teach women's self defense, my training is really hard, so hard you need training for my training. You will train with Turtle until I believe you are ready."
"Turtle? But he doesn't have any fighting experience himself."
"Does he? What do you think does all day out in the ocean? Play tag with dolphins? No, he goes out there and protects the island from sharks and other things. Don't let his appearance fool you, Turtle knows a lot about fighting."
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"Now you do, your learning has already begun, now go see Turtle, he's inside."
Bulma entered the pink house with a smile on her face, "Turtle?"
"In here Bulma," Came the slow voice of the other permanent resident of the Kame House.
"Hey there, Turtle. Master Roshi said that if I want him to train me I have to get training from you first."
"That is true."
"So what should I do first?"
"Go swimming."
"You mean do laps around the island?"
"No, just swimming as long as you can. When you are done come back and tell me what you learned."
Bulma's face contorted into a frown and she tilted her head, "So this is like one of those self searching journey type of things?"
The young woman could have sworn she saw the ancient animal smile.
"Right! I'll be back later."
Bulma waved to turtle as she ran out to her car to grab her bathing suit. This was going to be fun.
When she had finished changing, Bulma quickly walked to the wake and allowed the cool water to wash over her feet and shivered a bit. The water was not as warm as the sun kissed sea air.
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The shopping in this part of town was always choice. Brand name clothes were always priced reasonably and the makeup counters fully stocked with the season's latest shades. This is what drew Bulma here most often. At least once a week she would drive down here in her trendy little hover car with a purse equipped with money from this invention or that she and her father had worked on.
Despite her girlish ways Bulma was scary smart, having either repaired or completely rebuilt alien technology single handedly within surprisingly short periods of time. Her shopping money we very well earned.
The young woman came out of the store she was just in and sat her bags in her car with a sigh. These days she seemed a bit more preoccupied. Something was missing in life. The Earth was full of heroes and villains and she was always sitting on the sidelines watching as men fought her battles for her. Well, no more! Today was going to be the day she would seek out training from one of the great masters who trained heroes! And even better, she had the wardrobe for it now.
Bulma got in her car and began her drive to the Kame House. As she neared the ocean she could tell the difference between the normal country breeze and the salty sea breeze. For a moment she wondered what she would do if she didn't have a hover car and laughed, "What other kind of car is there?" On long boring drives she often resorted to talking to herself to pass the time. Who else would she talk to?
The transition from riding over solid ground, to over sand, and then finally water, was noticeable. Riding the air above the waves seemed a bit smoother than the hard ground and even more so the sand. Once again Bulma found herself grateful for hover cars.
It wasn't long before the young woman's car was joined by dolphins who seemed determined to win a race that they had no idea if there was even a finish line for.
When the island home of Master Roshi was in sight the dolphins broke away from the waves beside the craft. Bulma speed up, she was excited to get started learning how to fight for herself.
She hit land a bit harder than she meant to and had to circle the island a few times to keep from spraying sand all over the old man and his home. Bulma stopped her can and jumped out.
"Master Roshi, I'm tired of relying on men to fight for me, I want to learn how to battle the bad guys!"
The old man raised an eyebrow, "Eh?"
"Will you teach me how to fight?"
"I don't teach women's self defense, my training is really hard, so hard you need training for my training. You will train with Turtle until I believe you are ready."
"Turtle? But he doesn't have any fighting experience himself."
"Does he? What do you think does all day out in the ocean? Play tag with dolphins? No, he goes out there and protects the island from sharks and other things. Don't let his appearance fool you, Turtle knows a lot about fighting."
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"Now you do, your learning has already begun, now go see Turtle, he's inside."
Bulma entered the pink house with a smile on her face, "Turtle?"
"In here Bulma," Came the slow voice of the other permanent resident of the Kame House.
"Hey there, Turtle. Master Roshi said that if I want him to train me I have to get training from you first."
"That is true."
"So what should I do first?"
"Go swimming."
"You mean do laps around the island?"
"No, just swimming as long as you can. When you are done come back and tell me what you learned."
Bulma's face contorted into a frown and she tilted her head, "So this is like one of those self searching journey type of things?"
The young woman could have sworn she saw the ancient animal smile.
"Right! I'll be back later."
Bulma waved to turtle as she ran out to her car to grab her bathing suit. This was going to be fun.
When she had finished changing, Bulma quickly walked to the wake and allowed the cool water to wash over her feet and shivered a bit. The water was not as warm as the sun kissed sea air.
(810 words)