I'm hoping there are some Dragon Ball Z fans out there to get this thread going. Obvisiously, we're going to have to make up girls to get things even. I'll be Bulma.
If this gets off the ground I would love to be Chi-Chi. Then I can sit in front of the tv and scream and yell and faint as the fight goes on. J/K...She is my fav char though and I would love to be her.
OOC: Heh, okay...that's good. You could be like Chi-Chi was in Dragon Ball...she wasn't quite so jumpy.
IC: Bulma layed under a panel in the new capsule her and her father were creating...she had been working on this damn thing for three days straight now. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she continued on her intricate work...connecting and arranging the colored wires.
Outside among the forest Goku was continueing his training.
Firering a kamayamaya then disapering and reapering in front of the blast to practise blocking it causing a mighty rumble in the earth
IC: "OW!" Bulma shouted, displeased as a large clump of metal smacked her on the head. The small area was already feeling tight, and the surging pain made her want to lash out and rip apart the wires.
Slowly sliding out from under the panel, Bulma sat up and rubbed her head. "I need a break..."
still oblivious to the ruckess being caused by his training Goku picked a tree and made it dust with another beam. Once again causing the earth to shake
Going up to Gohan's room to bring him a snack, Chi-Chi was smiling as she thought about her only son hard at work on his studies.
Knocking on the door, she calls out,"Gohan, I have something for you. I figured you needed a break." Not getting any answer, she knocked again. "Gohan! Gohan, open this door at once," She said, her voice raising a bit.
Still not getting any answer, she balanced the tray in one hand and opened the door with the other. Her eyes scanned the empty room. There was no Gohan. His books were open on the desk and the window was wide open. It didnt take a genius to realize what had happened. Her son had skipped out on his lessons to go and practice his martial arts outside.
"Ohhhhh, That Goku! Filling his head with visions of fighting!," She said as she set the tray down and went over to the window to lean out. "Gohan!," She yelled out the window,"You get back in here and study! How do you expect to get anywhere without knowing your lessons." She waited for awhile and, getting no answer, yelled again,"GOHAN!"
Pulling away from the window, she stormed out of the room, down the stairs, past her father who was sitting on the couch watching the TV and out the front door to find him herself.
Bulma walked out of the capsule, jumping down the ladder and making her way to her house. "Arg...I am -such- a mess..." she thought to herself...her hair pulled back messily and being slightly sweaty from all of her contained work.
Stepping outside and hearing commotion in the woods that could only be the sound of large blasts of energy being thrown around, she knew that it could only be one of two things. Gohan or Goku or both.
As she neared the woods, she saw a figure coming out of it and she picked up her pace until she recognized Goku, though he was still far off. She waved to him and looked around puzzled. She had expected to see Gohan with him but he was nowhere in sight.
She broke into a run and sped over to where Goku was looking at her with a puzzled look on his face. She stopped and tried to catch her breath. "Gohan...where is he," She said between gasps.
Seeing Chi-Chi comming to him, goku dropped down infront of her, and not listening to her first, hey hon He said in his cheerful way. Then in total innocent oblivion, he aske "Have you seen Gohan he's supposed to be training with me.
Chi-Chi looked up at Goku in total disbelief. Grabbing ahold of his shirt, she moved in nose-to-nose with him. "What do you mean 'where is Gohan'? Isnt he with you? He's not in his room studying. Oh, what kind of nonsense have you filled that boy's head with now?"
Bulma walked through the house, walking directly to the bathroom. She looked herself over in the mirror...grease smeared everywhere on her face. "Arg...I'm taking the rest of the day off...some things are just NOT healthy for my complexion..."
With that she stripped off her clothes, turning on her shower.
Chi-Chi sagged against her husband as the fact that their son was gone sank into her. Besides running off all over to fight monsters and bad guys, Gohan had once been kidnapped (OOC: It was only once wasnt it?). Now all of the things that could have happened to him flooded through her overprotective mind.
Then a sudden thought hit her. "Wait a minute! He was talking about the new capsule that Bulma and her father were building. In fact I had the hardest time getting him to go up to his studies because he was talking so much about it. I bet thats where that little scamp went off to." Though she knew that he was not 'little' anymore but almost completely grown up.
She nodded her head, confident that that was what happened. It would take something of that magnitude for Gohan to miss a session with his father. Still, she couldnt help but worry about both Gohan and Goku. They didnt exactly make taking care of them easy.
"Well, your dinner is on the table. Come home and I will get ahold of Bulma while you eat. Ohh, when I get my hands on that boy he is going to be a sorry young man. Heroes or no, you two could at least set my mind at ease by trying not to get into so many dangerous situations."
Giving Goku a genuinely affectionate smile, Chi-Chi started back to the house.
Bulma climbed into the shower, allowing the hot water to pour over her body, the steam rolling back up towards the ceiling. "Ahhh....nothing like a shower after days of hard work..."
Bulma took care to wash her hair extremely well, and make sure every inch of her was polished. But after washing off, she just -had- to stay in a few minutes longer.
OOC: Yeah, you can play Piccolo...the more the merrier.
IC: Climbing out of the shower, Bulma wrapped a towel about herself (which ended up being a tad small, just barely covering her breasts and rear), and looked at herself in the mirror; now satisfied with her appearance.