Post by Bulma on Nov 7, 2010 22:16:58 GMT -5
When the first match of the tournament had ended and Bulma’s hand had been raised in victory she realized that there could be other reasons for fighting other than proving your own worth. The roar of the crowd was enough to get anyone’s adrenaline running faster than any wild animal on the planet or any other for that matter.
The alien she had fought had looked so human in appearance. For a while Bulma was expecting to battle some fierce monster capable of eating her faster than beating her. But no, it had been the man with a tail. What was the purpose of tails in his society anyway? Never mind that, she had won and he had celebrated her as a great warrior. His people must hold fighters in the highest esteem.
Bulma grinned, that would be an awesome place to be. They would understand her desire to become stronger to feel like she had a place in the world even if no one else would. Maybe instead of finding the dragon balls she should consider going to the planet instead. Maybe she would find a good boyfriend there or at least a good friend.
Sighing, the young woman made her way to the fighter’s lounge for a bottle of water. There were both losers and winners from the tournament’s first round gathered here congratulating each other on their good fights. This was a great thing to see, people from all over space getting along as if they were friends. This was better than world peace, this was intergalactic peace.
A man in a suit walked up to her and offered her a drink. He had a devil tail and what looked like horns sticking up out of his hat. Something told her that this was the last person she wanted to go with.
“I’m sorry, I’m looking for someone.” Bulma told him quickly
With that she left the fighter’s only lounge and walked out into the crowd of people outside. They quickly parted and began clapping and then cheering as she walked through the crowd. This was still a bit surreal to her. People seemed to love her here.
A group of young girls ran up to her and one of them spoke up, “you’re such an inspiration to young women, could we have your autograph?”
Bulma smiled at the girls, this was awesome, people looked up to her and she was inspiring young girls to be strong. “Sure!” She signed all the autographs the young girls asked for and then continued on to the refreshment stands. She ordered a corndog and mustard along with a bottled water.
She sat in a spot where she could watch people as they passed. People were interesting just to watch but if you got involved with talking to them it could get annoying fast. They would want to tell you about their kids and their problems when you were more interested in the kind of work they do or what kinds of things they know.
A little girl with a balloon skipped by, closely followed by a couple who were presumably her parents. In the distance one could see fair games and a few rides further off. They really seemed to go all out for these events.
Bulma stretched he leaned back, looking into the sky. The bright blue and puffy white clouds that dotted it made the genius smile. Sure she knew what caused this effect but it was always soothing to see. It let her know the world was still turning and life was still going on.
No matter if she won or lost her next match life and the world would go on. No one would compromise their winnings with a foolish attempt at killing someone. Even if they did try to kill her Bulma knew her life wouldn’t end here and now, she would make it to the future. The future needed her advanced brain more than anything else in the world.
The world really didn’t need more fighters, there were plenty. Fighting was something Bulma did for herself. The world needed more geniuses. More people to make great breakthroughs in science. This is what society needed. One day Bulma would retire from fighting and become the smart woman she was destined to be.
“Hey lady, your match was great,” a passing man said to Bulma as he walked away.
Bulma grinning replied, “Thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say, her people skills clearly needed some work.
After that people occasionally wished her luck in the next fight or congratulated her on her win. Something told her that this fame would be fleeting. After the tournament no one would know her name let alone remember how many matches she won or lost. All the same, it did feel good to fit in and be acknowledged as someone strong and capable of defending herself properly. I mean, she beat an alien for heaven’s sake. How many people on Earth could say that?
Two people passed by in deep conversation.
“The only woman in the tournament beat an alien prince.”
“An alien prince? Wow, his race must be weak.”
“Not at all. They are actually some of the strongest in the universe.”
“How did she do it?”
“I have no clue but…”
The conversation faded but Bulma smiled. So that explains why he was so well mannered. She would have to find and face him again some time. Maybe her telepathy would work for that. She would have to give it a try next chance she got. Until then here she was, relaxing with what was left of her water and watching the people who cheered her match.
After a while of thinking about it Bulma began to contemplate continue her training just to enter tournaments but laughed that off. She really did want to find the dragon balls. Something inside her told her it was the fate she was destined for.
As Bulma contemplated this last train of thought, she heard a voice speak behind her.
“Excuse me, miss Bulma, your match will start soon, is there anything you need?” It was one of the staff for the tournament.
“Well, I could use more time for training and maybe another cold water.”
“Actually we can arrange that.”
“Thank you. I’ll be in the training area.”
Bulma stood and made her way to the fighter’s only area where there was a special place for training. She began with punching a bag of sand and then added kicks, gradually increasing her speed until the punching bag began to tear and leak sand.
“They should make these things stronger,” Bulma laughed as another contestant passed.
She moved on to weights. Bulma had to ask an assistant to keep adding weights to the ends of the bar. When they had run out of weights to add she felt her muscles strain a bit. That was better. After a few reps she stood and was handed a bottle of cold water. It was like training at home with one of the robots spotting her.
After she had finished with that Bulma stood and stretched. She felt great and according to a mirror alone the far wall she looked great. After applying a little more lipstick she was approached by a guy with a microphone.
“How does it feel to win your first ever match against an alien prince from a race of warriors?”
“Great, I just wish I had got his phone number while I was in the ring,” Bulma laughed and winked.
“Do you know who you’re up against next?”
“No, I want it to be a surprise. If I can beat them I will beat them and if they can beat me they will beat me. It’s a little too late to be scouting the competition and trying to out fight them.”
“What are you going to do if you loose?”
“Go back to training, well, after watching the other matches. I want to see who wins this.”
“Do you have a favorite?”
“Besides myself? Well, this is one guy I tried with a few times and I have yet to see one of his matches but I’m sure it will be a great watch.”
“What’s his name?”
Bulma was stumped, she couldn’t remember ever hearing her worthy adversary’s name. “I can’t remember right off the top of my head but most of my focus is on winning the fight rather than pointing out people I know.”
“I understand and we can’t wait to see you in the next match.”
The man with the microphone walked away and began talking to a man bear about his loss. Apparently he was still a little unhappy about it because he was roaring loud enough for the whole gym to hear him.
Bulma couldn’t take it any more, she had to get out of here before she got a headache from all the noise. She grabbed another water from an ice chest nearby and began to walk away when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Miss Bulma, it’s time for your next match.”
“Thank you. Wish me luck.” With a girlish laugh Bulma made her way to the ring.
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The alien she had fought had looked so human in appearance. For a while Bulma was expecting to battle some fierce monster capable of eating her faster than beating her. But no, it had been the man with a tail. What was the purpose of tails in his society anyway? Never mind that, she had won and he had celebrated her as a great warrior. His people must hold fighters in the highest esteem.
Bulma grinned, that would be an awesome place to be. They would understand her desire to become stronger to feel like she had a place in the world even if no one else would. Maybe instead of finding the dragon balls she should consider going to the planet instead. Maybe she would find a good boyfriend there or at least a good friend.
Sighing, the young woman made her way to the fighter’s lounge for a bottle of water. There were both losers and winners from the tournament’s first round gathered here congratulating each other on their good fights. This was a great thing to see, people from all over space getting along as if they were friends. This was better than world peace, this was intergalactic peace.
A man in a suit walked up to her and offered her a drink. He had a devil tail and what looked like horns sticking up out of his hat. Something told her that this was the last person she wanted to go with.
“I’m sorry, I’m looking for someone.” Bulma told him quickly
With that she left the fighter’s only lounge and walked out into the crowd of people outside. They quickly parted and began clapping and then cheering as she walked through the crowd. This was still a bit surreal to her. People seemed to love her here.
A group of young girls ran up to her and one of them spoke up, “you’re such an inspiration to young women, could we have your autograph?”
Bulma smiled at the girls, this was awesome, people looked up to her and she was inspiring young girls to be strong. “Sure!” She signed all the autographs the young girls asked for and then continued on to the refreshment stands. She ordered a corndog and mustard along with a bottled water.
She sat in a spot where she could watch people as they passed. People were interesting just to watch but if you got involved with talking to them it could get annoying fast. They would want to tell you about their kids and their problems when you were more interested in the kind of work they do or what kinds of things they know.
A little girl with a balloon skipped by, closely followed by a couple who were presumably her parents. In the distance one could see fair games and a few rides further off. They really seemed to go all out for these events.
Bulma stretched he leaned back, looking into the sky. The bright blue and puffy white clouds that dotted it made the genius smile. Sure she knew what caused this effect but it was always soothing to see. It let her know the world was still turning and life was still going on.
No matter if she won or lost her next match life and the world would go on. No one would compromise their winnings with a foolish attempt at killing someone. Even if they did try to kill her Bulma knew her life wouldn’t end here and now, she would make it to the future. The future needed her advanced brain more than anything else in the world.
The world really didn’t need more fighters, there were plenty. Fighting was something Bulma did for herself. The world needed more geniuses. More people to make great breakthroughs in science. This is what society needed. One day Bulma would retire from fighting and become the smart woman she was destined to be.
“Hey lady, your match was great,” a passing man said to Bulma as he walked away.
Bulma grinning replied, “Thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say, her people skills clearly needed some work.
After that people occasionally wished her luck in the next fight or congratulated her on her win. Something told her that this fame would be fleeting. After the tournament no one would know her name let alone remember how many matches she won or lost. All the same, it did feel good to fit in and be acknowledged as someone strong and capable of defending herself properly. I mean, she beat an alien for heaven’s sake. How many people on Earth could say that?
Two people passed by in deep conversation.
“The only woman in the tournament beat an alien prince.”
“An alien prince? Wow, his race must be weak.”
“Not at all. They are actually some of the strongest in the universe.”
“How did she do it?”
“I have no clue but…”
The conversation faded but Bulma smiled. So that explains why he was so well mannered. She would have to find and face him again some time. Maybe her telepathy would work for that. She would have to give it a try next chance she got. Until then here she was, relaxing with what was left of her water and watching the people who cheered her match.
After a while of thinking about it Bulma began to contemplate continue her training just to enter tournaments but laughed that off. She really did want to find the dragon balls. Something inside her told her it was the fate she was destined for.
As Bulma contemplated this last train of thought, she heard a voice speak behind her.
“Excuse me, miss Bulma, your match will start soon, is there anything you need?” It was one of the staff for the tournament.
“Well, I could use more time for training and maybe another cold water.”
“Actually we can arrange that.”
“Thank you. I’ll be in the training area.”
Bulma stood and made her way to the fighter’s only area where there was a special place for training. She began with punching a bag of sand and then added kicks, gradually increasing her speed until the punching bag began to tear and leak sand.
“They should make these things stronger,” Bulma laughed as another contestant passed.
She moved on to weights. Bulma had to ask an assistant to keep adding weights to the ends of the bar. When they had run out of weights to add she felt her muscles strain a bit. That was better. After a few reps she stood and was handed a bottle of cold water. It was like training at home with one of the robots spotting her.
After she had finished with that Bulma stood and stretched. She felt great and according to a mirror alone the far wall she looked great. After applying a little more lipstick she was approached by a guy with a microphone.
“How does it feel to win your first ever match against an alien prince from a race of warriors?”
“Great, I just wish I had got his phone number while I was in the ring,” Bulma laughed and winked.
“Do you know who you’re up against next?”
“No, I want it to be a surprise. If I can beat them I will beat them and if they can beat me they will beat me. It’s a little too late to be scouting the competition and trying to out fight them.”
“What are you going to do if you loose?”
“Go back to training, well, after watching the other matches. I want to see who wins this.”
“Do you have a favorite?”
“Besides myself? Well, this is one guy I tried with a few times and I have yet to see one of his matches but I’m sure it will be a great watch.”
“What’s his name?”
Bulma was stumped, she couldn’t remember ever hearing her worthy adversary’s name. “I can’t remember right off the top of my head but most of my focus is on winning the fight rather than pointing out people I know.”
“I understand and we can’t wait to see you in the next match.”
The man with the microphone walked away and began talking to a man bear about his loss. Apparently he was still a little unhappy about it because he was roaring loud enough for the whole gym to hear him.
Bulma couldn’t take it any more, she had to get out of here before she got a headache from all the noise. She grabbed another water from an ice chest nearby and began to walk away when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Miss Bulma, it’s time for your next match.”
“Thank you. Wish me luck.” With a girlish laugh Bulma made her way to the ring.
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