Post by Bulma on Oct 14, 2010 13:17:27 GMT -5
When you took a look at the whole picture very few people in the world could fly. Still fewer would admit they could. Bulma, however, was enjoying every moment of it. If it wasn’t for the fact she couldn’t carry all of her shopping bags she would fly everywhere.
It had become much easier with all the practice she was putting in and now it was almost second nature. Sure Bulma still had to think before taking off and had to put her hair back to keep it from getting messed up by the wind but it was still the most fun thing she had ever done.
One day after a long flight to the next town and back she spotted a little girl crying. Bulma couldn’t stand to see a kid cry, let alone just knowing about it, so she landed next to the little girl and smiled.
“What’s wrong? I don’t see any bullies.” Bulma looked around to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
“I…I…I can’t get kitty down from the tree!” The little girl blubbered and wailed like a banshee with a speech impediment.
“Calm down, calm down. Where is kitty?”
The little girl pointed to a tall tree.
“I’ll get your kitty, don’t worry.” She smiled and patted the little girl on the head before flying off to find the cat.
The tree was much bigger up close so Bulma decided to fly around the tree and spiral up until she saw the cat. She didn’t see the small kitten until she was about halfway up the tree.
“There you are kitty, how did you get all the way up here?” Bulma scooped up the kitten and flew back to the girl.
“Kitty!”
The kitten jumped out of Bulma’s arms and onto the little girl’s shoulder.
After she was sure the girl and kitten were happy again she set back out again but it wasn’t long before she was face to face with another person needing help. She was back in the city, in the middle of the business district to be more precise before she came upon a window washer who’s scaffolding was hanging on by a single string.
“Honestly, how do people seem to get into trouble right when I’m flying by?” She asked as she grabbed the man by the arms and slowly lowered him to the ground.
“You’re heavy, try going on a diet or maybe not carry as many tools.” Bulma waved as she flew off again, not bothering to stick around to answer questions or chat.
It wasn’t long before she made it to her home on the far side of the city. Her flying seemed to be getting faster now. By the time she went back to Master Roshi’s she would be ready to be his student instead of being taught by Turtle. Then she would really get stronger.
“Mom, I’m home!” Bulma called out as she entered the house.
“I’m in the kitchen, I‘m baking cookies.”
Bulma made her way into the kitchen, “It smells good in here.”
“Your father is working hard on some new din caps. He heard you have been going on a lot of trips to learn how to fight and he knows how you hate traditional camping. You should go see what he’s doing.”
“Thanks mom, I will.”
Bulma walked outside and around the back of the house where her father’s workshop was. She casually walked inside and looked around. Her father was at his back workbench, “Working on something?”
The man jumped, the kitten that constantly hung onto his shoulder fuzzed up and hid in his lap.
“Sorry I scared you, mom said you’re working on something.”
“I’m working on some new dino caps but they’re going to take a while to make perfect.”
“Neat! I’m learning how to fight.”
“That’s a useful skill these days.” The kitten meowed as it took it’s curious perch on the man’s shoulder.
“Yeah, when I get good enough I’m going to go on a trek to find all the dragon balls.”
“Why would you want to do that?” The silvery haired man was bent over his work bench.
“To make a wish.”
“Are you sure this is more than just a legend?” He continued to work, not looking up.
“I just have a feeling it’s real.” Bulma shrugged and walked outside.
The light clouds gave way to sunlight as Bulma returned to the main house. She didn’t seek out her mom this time but went straight up to her room to gather a few things. If people were going to need help in the world she would need to be around to help them and that meant getting out and doing things.
Maybe this could be her new job. Sure inventing was very lucrative but she needed something else to help fund her future adventures as well as her shopping.
Bulma sat down on her bed and sighed. Life would be more interesting with a boyfriend around. Someone to call her on the phone and hold hands with at the movies. She looked out the window and smiled, maybe when she was strong enough to look for the dragon balls she would wish for a boyfriend. Maybe when she found her first one she could make something to help her find more. Until then she would have to content herself with training.
No sense to wait until she met with the masters again. She would start working now. Starting with sit-ups until she couldn’t do sit-ups any more.
Bulma began with her counting, “One, two, three.”
The sit-ups continued well passed her usual count and she smiled at her progress. This was a good sign. It was a while before she collapsed, her abs sore from the work.
After she recovered from the sit-ups she began push-ups until she collapsed. That too had improved a great deal.
Bulma laid there on the floor a minute, thinking about what muscles needed worked the most. Her legs. She slowly stood up and looked around, her jogging pants.
Quickly the young woman changed into her jogging pants. She had been flying everywhere and neglecting her legs. It was later in the afternoon and would get dark soon but it was probably best she do this now and not put it off. After yelling to the kitchen she was off for a run.
Word count: 1064
It had become much easier with all the practice she was putting in and now it was almost second nature. Sure Bulma still had to think before taking off and had to put her hair back to keep it from getting messed up by the wind but it was still the most fun thing she had ever done.
One day after a long flight to the next town and back she spotted a little girl crying. Bulma couldn’t stand to see a kid cry, let alone just knowing about it, so she landed next to the little girl and smiled.
“What’s wrong? I don’t see any bullies.” Bulma looked around to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
“I…I…I can’t get kitty down from the tree!” The little girl blubbered and wailed like a banshee with a speech impediment.
“Calm down, calm down. Where is kitty?”
The little girl pointed to a tall tree.
“I’ll get your kitty, don’t worry.” She smiled and patted the little girl on the head before flying off to find the cat.
The tree was much bigger up close so Bulma decided to fly around the tree and spiral up until she saw the cat. She didn’t see the small kitten until she was about halfway up the tree.
“There you are kitty, how did you get all the way up here?” Bulma scooped up the kitten and flew back to the girl.
“Kitty!”
The kitten jumped out of Bulma’s arms and onto the little girl’s shoulder.
After she was sure the girl and kitten were happy again she set back out again but it wasn’t long before she was face to face with another person needing help. She was back in the city, in the middle of the business district to be more precise before she came upon a window washer who’s scaffolding was hanging on by a single string.
“Honestly, how do people seem to get into trouble right when I’m flying by?” She asked as she grabbed the man by the arms and slowly lowered him to the ground.
“You’re heavy, try going on a diet or maybe not carry as many tools.” Bulma waved as she flew off again, not bothering to stick around to answer questions or chat.
It wasn’t long before she made it to her home on the far side of the city. Her flying seemed to be getting faster now. By the time she went back to Master Roshi’s she would be ready to be his student instead of being taught by Turtle. Then she would really get stronger.
“Mom, I’m home!” Bulma called out as she entered the house.
“I’m in the kitchen, I‘m baking cookies.”
Bulma made her way into the kitchen, “It smells good in here.”
“Your father is working hard on some new din caps. He heard you have been going on a lot of trips to learn how to fight and he knows how you hate traditional camping. You should go see what he’s doing.”
“Thanks mom, I will.”
Bulma walked outside and around the back of the house where her father’s workshop was. She casually walked inside and looked around. Her father was at his back workbench, “Working on something?”
The man jumped, the kitten that constantly hung onto his shoulder fuzzed up and hid in his lap.
“Sorry I scared you, mom said you’re working on something.”
“I’m working on some new dino caps but they’re going to take a while to make perfect.”
“Neat! I’m learning how to fight.”
“That’s a useful skill these days.” The kitten meowed as it took it’s curious perch on the man’s shoulder.
“Yeah, when I get good enough I’m going to go on a trek to find all the dragon balls.”
“Why would you want to do that?” The silvery haired man was bent over his work bench.
“To make a wish.”
“Are you sure this is more than just a legend?” He continued to work, not looking up.
“I just have a feeling it’s real.” Bulma shrugged and walked outside.
The light clouds gave way to sunlight as Bulma returned to the main house. She didn’t seek out her mom this time but went straight up to her room to gather a few things. If people were going to need help in the world she would need to be around to help them and that meant getting out and doing things.
Maybe this could be her new job. Sure inventing was very lucrative but she needed something else to help fund her future adventures as well as her shopping.
Bulma sat down on her bed and sighed. Life would be more interesting with a boyfriend around. Someone to call her on the phone and hold hands with at the movies. She looked out the window and smiled, maybe when she was strong enough to look for the dragon balls she would wish for a boyfriend. Maybe when she found her first one she could make something to help her find more. Until then she would have to content herself with training.
No sense to wait until she met with the masters again. She would start working now. Starting with sit-ups until she couldn’t do sit-ups any more.
Bulma began with her counting, “One, two, three.”
The sit-ups continued well passed her usual count and she smiled at her progress. This was a good sign. It was a while before she collapsed, her abs sore from the work.
After she recovered from the sit-ups she began push-ups until she collapsed. That too had improved a great deal.
Bulma laid there on the floor a minute, thinking about what muscles needed worked the most. Her legs. She slowly stood up and looked around, her jogging pants.
Quickly the young woman changed into her jogging pants. She had been flying everywhere and neglecting her legs. It was later in the afternoon and would get dark soon but it was probably best she do this now and not put it off. After yelling to the kitchen she was off for a run.
Word count: 1064