Post by Bulma on Oct 20, 2010 14:27:48 GMT -5
Bulma tapped her pen and bit her lip. She was in deep concentration trying to solve a difficult equation she was sure was solvable. This would be just one more step to her dragon radar working. The young genius let her head hit her desk and sighed. For some reason this equation was just not right. She lifted her head up and tilted her head to the side. A small grin began to grow across her face and she erased a single variable and replaced it with something else.
“All I have to do is make sure that doesn’t happen and everything will work just fine.” Laughing, Bulma solved the equation with ease and leaned back in her chair for a stretch.
Soon she would need to exercise. She was starting to feel kinda cramped in this small space. Bulma stood up and grabbed her workout clothes off the bed. She quickly changed and went for a walk, well, more of a run. This run would end up being a long one, all the way to the beach and back. She felt like she was ready to step it up now that she had been training long enough to get noticeably stronger. That still wasn’t good enough.
Bulma was determined to be stronger than any of the men she faced. She wanted to show them that women could win by more than mere self defense class tactics. In time she knew she could become a role model for young women everywhere. If she could just become stronger and stay the same size she was then that would be no problem.
The young woman stretched as she prepared for her evening run to the beach. She had chosen this time of day specifically to challenge herself to make it there and back before sun down. If she couldn’t do it she would just fly back home and build a training area to test her speed until she could beat it. That wasn’t a half bad idea even if she could do it.
The sun was already low in the sky when Bulma set off on her run. She started out slow at little more than a job and began to speed up until she was dashing down the road, most of her surroundings blurring a little. This proved she was now faster than any normal woman. But that wasn’t good enough for her, she had to be better than the not normal men.
She continued to run until she got tired, a little more than halfway to the beach. Determined to push herself, Bulma continued at a jog. The sun was setting faster than she wanted it to. It looked like the at home training room was going to become a reality very soon. When she made it home she would draw out the plans tonight.
Bulma made it to the edge of the sandy beach and turned around. The beautiful sunset was a distraction but she knew that she had to make it at least half way back before it was set or she would be very disappointed with herself.
Despite being tired Bulma prepared to dash half way back home. As she was about to hit the ground running she heard a child crying on the part of the beach where people were known to gather. Looking up, she noticed a balloon floating into the sky.
With a sigh, the young woman flew into the air and retrieved the balloon for the child. Bulma landed on the beach and looked around. Spotting a birthday party she returned the balloon to the crying child before flying back to her starting point. She had not lost much time but it was more than enough to delay her. Quickly Bulma returned to her dash home.
Her legs ached as Bulma’s feet hit the ground. It would be so much easier to fly but she couldn’t let herself fall back on training her legs. Her kicks had to sting hard. The pain began to get to her as she passed the one third mark on her run. She was slowing down and could not seem to speed up as the world began to blur more but not from running fast, but rather from the over worked legs.
It wasn’t much longer that Bulma began to stagger as she ran, her legs felt like barely set jelly. When she fell at her half way mark she fell hard, hitting her head on a tree. Everything went dark.
Hours later Bulma woke up at home in her bed. Was it all a dream? She tried to sit up and her legs burned. She tried to lay back down and her head hurt.
“This sucks!” She said out loud.
Her mother quickly came In the room, ice packs in one hand and ice water in the other. “Sweetie, are you okay? I was so worried when that nice man brought you in unconscious. For a moment I thought he had done something to you but then I thought that was silly since he was clearly being helpful and you must have got dehydrated on your run.”
“What man?” Bulma asked, completely confused. She did not remember seeing anyone around when she had literally bit the dust.
“He said he’s a friend of the martial arts master you train under but not much else. Oh, he also said you need to be more careful when you push yourself so hard because you’re a girl.”
Bulma rolled her eyes, whoever it was that helped her certainly didn’t have any manners when it came to dealing with strong women like her. “What did he look like?”
“He told me not to tell you too much but he did have dark hair and strange clothes. Why, does it matter?”
“Yes it matters!” Bulma exclaimed, forgetting her legs and trying to jump up. She immediately fell back down and whined.
“You need to stay in bed for a little while until those legs are healed and then you will fly before you walk. I don’t want you over extending yourself any more, is that clear?”
Bulma sighed and dropped her head before mumbling, “Yes mom.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Some paper, pencils, and my engineering books. I have a project I want to start on.”
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“All I have to do is make sure that doesn’t happen and everything will work just fine.” Laughing, Bulma solved the equation with ease and leaned back in her chair for a stretch.
Soon she would need to exercise. She was starting to feel kinda cramped in this small space. Bulma stood up and grabbed her workout clothes off the bed. She quickly changed and went for a walk, well, more of a run. This run would end up being a long one, all the way to the beach and back. She felt like she was ready to step it up now that she had been training long enough to get noticeably stronger. That still wasn’t good enough.
Bulma was determined to be stronger than any of the men she faced. She wanted to show them that women could win by more than mere self defense class tactics. In time she knew she could become a role model for young women everywhere. If she could just become stronger and stay the same size she was then that would be no problem.
The young woman stretched as she prepared for her evening run to the beach. She had chosen this time of day specifically to challenge herself to make it there and back before sun down. If she couldn’t do it she would just fly back home and build a training area to test her speed until she could beat it. That wasn’t a half bad idea even if she could do it.
The sun was already low in the sky when Bulma set off on her run. She started out slow at little more than a job and began to speed up until she was dashing down the road, most of her surroundings blurring a little. This proved she was now faster than any normal woman. But that wasn’t good enough for her, she had to be better than the not normal men.
She continued to run until she got tired, a little more than halfway to the beach. Determined to push herself, Bulma continued at a jog. The sun was setting faster than she wanted it to. It looked like the at home training room was going to become a reality very soon. When she made it home she would draw out the plans tonight.
Bulma made it to the edge of the sandy beach and turned around. The beautiful sunset was a distraction but she knew that she had to make it at least half way back before it was set or she would be very disappointed with herself.
Despite being tired Bulma prepared to dash half way back home. As she was about to hit the ground running she heard a child crying on the part of the beach where people were known to gather. Looking up, she noticed a balloon floating into the sky.
With a sigh, the young woman flew into the air and retrieved the balloon for the child. Bulma landed on the beach and looked around. Spotting a birthday party she returned the balloon to the crying child before flying back to her starting point. She had not lost much time but it was more than enough to delay her. Quickly Bulma returned to her dash home.
Her legs ached as Bulma’s feet hit the ground. It would be so much easier to fly but she couldn’t let herself fall back on training her legs. Her kicks had to sting hard. The pain began to get to her as she passed the one third mark on her run. She was slowing down and could not seem to speed up as the world began to blur more but not from running fast, but rather from the over worked legs.
It wasn’t much longer that Bulma began to stagger as she ran, her legs felt like barely set jelly. When she fell at her half way mark she fell hard, hitting her head on a tree. Everything went dark.
Hours later Bulma woke up at home in her bed. Was it all a dream? She tried to sit up and her legs burned. She tried to lay back down and her head hurt.
“This sucks!” She said out loud.
Her mother quickly came In the room, ice packs in one hand and ice water in the other. “Sweetie, are you okay? I was so worried when that nice man brought you in unconscious. For a moment I thought he had done something to you but then I thought that was silly since he was clearly being helpful and you must have got dehydrated on your run.”
“What man?” Bulma asked, completely confused. She did not remember seeing anyone around when she had literally bit the dust.
“He said he’s a friend of the martial arts master you train under but not much else. Oh, he also said you need to be more careful when you push yourself so hard because you’re a girl.”
Bulma rolled her eyes, whoever it was that helped her certainly didn’t have any manners when it came to dealing with strong women like her. “What did he look like?”
“He told me not to tell you too much but he did have dark hair and strange clothes. Why, does it matter?”
“Yes it matters!” Bulma exclaimed, forgetting her legs and trying to jump up. She immediately fell back down and whined.
“You need to stay in bed for a little while until those legs are healed and then you will fly before you walk. I don’t want you over extending yourself any more, is that clear?”
Bulma sighed and dropped her head before mumbling, “Yes mom.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Some paper, pencils, and my engineering books. I have a project I want to start on.”
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