Post by Bulma on Oct 17, 2010 13:22:40 GMT -5
It was finally apparent that fall had come. The leaves were orange and yellow with hints of red. The air was crisp with a slight chill. And the sun seem to be a little more bearable. This was a great time of year. As the farmers harvested their crops the bakers were making all kinds of pies and candies. Everyone’s spirits lifted as the season gave way to promise of family visits and friendly phone calls.
Bulma was even in good spirits this cool autumn morning as she dressed to visit Master Roshi’s little island. Today she would get her new training regimen from Turtle and maybe share some news with the two masters. Today would be more of a social visit than a lesson visit.
The sun began it’s ascent into the sky as Bulma grabbed her breakfast and closed the door behind her. Her parents were not awake when she started her hover car and pulled out onto her street. At Bulma’s usual driving speed she would be at the island in about an hour if nothing threw her off course. Her not flying today might help with that. Besides, she wanted to enjoy the trip rather than speed through it.
The sunrise over the trees was stunning. It was like a lake of fire was suddenly roaring to life in a soundless rush of beauty. Times like this was what made Bulma thankful of her surroundings. Normally she ignored the fact the trees and sun were even there, but today was just different.
Soon the inland foliage gave way to the beach trees that always seemed to remain green. The sun seemed warmer here than back in the city. This was a puzzling phenomenon when you compared the temperature of the areas covered with dark tar roads to the light sandy beaches the sandy beaches always had it beaten. Maybe it had more to do with the position of the Earth to the sun or something along those lines. Bulma was clearly more inventor than astronomer.
Her hover car rose and dipped as she hit the sand. It sprayed away from her car in all directions as she speed for the nearby open water. Again the car rose and dipped as she took to the water just as a wave crashed on the sands. As always the dolphins met to escort her to the island home of the two masters.
Bulma reached for her coffee cup and realized she had left it at home on the counter. Sighing, she hoped Master Roshi had a pot of coffee on when she got there.
The red hover car reached the island right on time and Bulma had no need to circle this time as she slowed to a stop and parked beside a beach chair. She grabbed her keys and knocked on the screen door. The main door was always open by the time she got here.
“Hello, old guys?” Bulma called out as she opened the door and went inside.
Master Roshi was sitting on the floor in front of the tv watching an aerobics video. Bulma groaned as she shook her head, ashamed the old man would rather watch than participate in the workout. For a moment she wondered if he would be more likely to join in if the video featured men working out.
“Master Roshi, would you mind if I made some coffee while I wait for Turtle to get back?” Bulma’s question assumed Turtle was having a morning swim as he often did before she arrived.
There was no response to her question so Bulma went into the kitchen and made three cups of coffee. There was something she wanted to run by the masters, a story she had heard for the first time as a little girl in reading class.
As the coffee began to make, Bulma returned to the living room as the aerobics video ended. Master Roshi put it away and turned around to face the young woman.
“Hello Bulma, when did you get here?”
“I got here a few minutes ago and put on some coffee. Is Master Turtle out for a swim?”
“He went to the shore to pick up a visitor.”
“If one of you had called me I would have picked up your visitor for you.”
“Didn’t you fly here?”
“No, I drove so I could take a bit more time looking at the leaves on the mainland.”
“I thought Turtle wanted you flying here.”
“I did twice the practice yesterday that I normally do to make up for it.”
“Good, and you should do twice the practice for it today as well. If you take it easy on yourself you will never make it to where you need to be for me to train you.”
“I normally don’t go so easy on myself. I’m sore every day after training and after every opponent that challenges me.”
“Wait, you’re already being challenged?”
“Yeah, I am. By men no less!”
“Have you won any?”
“Yes, but I have lost just as many. One strange guy wants to fight me again when I’m stronger.”
“I see. We will just have to work harder to make you stronger.”
The screen door opened and Turtle entered the little pink house, followed closely by a short chunky man with long hair.
“This is her?” The short man asked.
“Yes it is,” Turtle replied in his usual slow way.
“I heard you’re strong enough to start training with Turtle.” The short man had an awkward sort of half smile on his face, like he wanted to keep frowning but couldn’t keep the smile hidden.
“Yeah, I am.” Bulma replied as she raised an eyebrow. Briefly she wondered if the man was a challenger but thought that would be silly. He looked nothing like a fighter of land or sea.
The man nodded at Turtle and turned back to Bulma, “Turtle is going on vacation soon and since I owe him a favor I agreed to train you when he does. Of course you will have to be approved by Master Korin as well.”
Bulma’s face betrayed the confusion she felt at this strange encounter. Who exactly was this strange man and who was this Korin guy he mentioned that would have to approve of her?
Master Roshi howled with laughter at the sight of Bulma’s confused face. “No one told her did they?” He managed to ask through the laughing tears.
Turtle shrugged as best as a Turtle could and shook his head, “Yajarobi will take over training you when I go to visit my family in the south but first you have to spend a session or two with his Master, Korin.”
“I see. When will I meet this Korin guy?”
“In a few days,” Turtle replied.
Master Roshi stopped laughing and changed the subject, “Anybody want some coffee?”
With positive answers all around the group sat down for coffee and a chat about Bulma’s future training. Her invention forgotten for the moment.
(Word Count 1171)
Bulma was even in good spirits this cool autumn morning as she dressed to visit Master Roshi’s little island. Today she would get her new training regimen from Turtle and maybe share some news with the two masters. Today would be more of a social visit than a lesson visit.
The sun began it’s ascent into the sky as Bulma grabbed her breakfast and closed the door behind her. Her parents were not awake when she started her hover car and pulled out onto her street. At Bulma’s usual driving speed she would be at the island in about an hour if nothing threw her off course. Her not flying today might help with that. Besides, she wanted to enjoy the trip rather than speed through it.
The sunrise over the trees was stunning. It was like a lake of fire was suddenly roaring to life in a soundless rush of beauty. Times like this was what made Bulma thankful of her surroundings. Normally she ignored the fact the trees and sun were even there, but today was just different.
Soon the inland foliage gave way to the beach trees that always seemed to remain green. The sun seemed warmer here than back in the city. This was a puzzling phenomenon when you compared the temperature of the areas covered with dark tar roads to the light sandy beaches the sandy beaches always had it beaten. Maybe it had more to do with the position of the Earth to the sun or something along those lines. Bulma was clearly more inventor than astronomer.
Her hover car rose and dipped as she hit the sand. It sprayed away from her car in all directions as she speed for the nearby open water. Again the car rose and dipped as she took to the water just as a wave crashed on the sands. As always the dolphins met to escort her to the island home of the two masters.
Bulma reached for her coffee cup and realized she had left it at home on the counter. Sighing, she hoped Master Roshi had a pot of coffee on when she got there.
The red hover car reached the island right on time and Bulma had no need to circle this time as she slowed to a stop and parked beside a beach chair. She grabbed her keys and knocked on the screen door. The main door was always open by the time she got here.
“Hello, old guys?” Bulma called out as she opened the door and went inside.
Master Roshi was sitting on the floor in front of the tv watching an aerobics video. Bulma groaned as she shook her head, ashamed the old man would rather watch than participate in the workout. For a moment she wondered if he would be more likely to join in if the video featured men working out.
“Master Roshi, would you mind if I made some coffee while I wait for Turtle to get back?” Bulma’s question assumed Turtle was having a morning swim as he often did before she arrived.
There was no response to her question so Bulma went into the kitchen and made three cups of coffee. There was something she wanted to run by the masters, a story she had heard for the first time as a little girl in reading class.
As the coffee began to make, Bulma returned to the living room as the aerobics video ended. Master Roshi put it away and turned around to face the young woman.
“Hello Bulma, when did you get here?”
“I got here a few minutes ago and put on some coffee. Is Master Turtle out for a swim?”
“He went to the shore to pick up a visitor.”
“If one of you had called me I would have picked up your visitor for you.”
“Didn’t you fly here?”
“No, I drove so I could take a bit more time looking at the leaves on the mainland.”
“I thought Turtle wanted you flying here.”
“I did twice the practice yesterday that I normally do to make up for it.”
“Good, and you should do twice the practice for it today as well. If you take it easy on yourself you will never make it to where you need to be for me to train you.”
“I normally don’t go so easy on myself. I’m sore every day after training and after every opponent that challenges me.”
“Wait, you’re already being challenged?”
“Yeah, I am. By men no less!”
“Have you won any?”
“Yes, but I have lost just as many. One strange guy wants to fight me again when I’m stronger.”
“I see. We will just have to work harder to make you stronger.”
The screen door opened and Turtle entered the little pink house, followed closely by a short chunky man with long hair.
“This is her?” The short man asked.
“Yes it is,” Turtle replied in his usual slow way.
“I heard you’re strong enough to start training with Turtle.” The short man had an awkward sort of half smile on his face, like he wanted to keep frowning but couldn’t keep the smile hidden.
“Yeah, I am.” Bulma replied as she raised an eyebrow. Briefly she wondered if the man was a challenger but thought that would be silly. He looked nothing like a fighter of land or sea.
The man nodded at Turtle and turned back to Bulma, “Turtle is going on vacation soon and since I owe him a favor I agreed to train you when he does. Of course you will have to be approved by Master Korin as well.”
Bulma’s face betrayed the confusion she felt at this strange encounter. Who exactly was this strange man and who was this Korin guy he mentioned that would have to approve of her?
Master Roshi howled with laughter at the sight of Bulma’s confused face. “No one told her did they?” He managed to ask through the laughing tears.
Turtle shrugged as best as a Turtle could and shook his head, “Yajarobi will take over training you when I go to visit my family in the south but first you have to spend a session or two with his Master, Korin.”
“I see. When will I meet this Korin guy?”
“In a few days,” Turtle replied.
Master Roshi stopped laughing and changed the subject, “Anybody want some coffee?”
With positive answers all around the group sat down for coffee and a chat about Bulma’s future training. Her invention forgotten for the moment.
(Word Count 1171)