Post by Vegeta on Mar 7, 2011 19:12:44 GMT -6
The view of Capsule Corp. was getting ever closer though slowly, for the Saiya-jin Prince was in no real hurry to get back home, the reception within would undoubtedly be colder than the air and snow outside combined. Unlike the people of the Earth Vegeta wasn't affected by the harsh cold that had besieged West City, so saw no need to dress in thick heavy clothes. All he had on was a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, a blue muscle shirt and the matching gloves and boots of his traditional Saiya-jin armor set. The usual attire. People all around were giving him odd glances, wondering if he was absolutely crazy for it. He wasn't bothered however, he never cared what people thought about him anyway, or at least pretended very well not to. His gaze seemed transfixed on the snow covered sidewalk and the shoe and bootprints that had been indented from countless people walking in both directions.
'No doubt Bulma is looking at the gravitron, figuring I'm training like usual. I'm not so predictable however,' he thought to himself with a soft smile playing across his lips. He didn't think of himself as a particularly hard to get along with person, but that never seemed to stop Bulma from making things difficult. Being born a prince, vanity and arrogance were very much was apart of him. And when they were challenged he of course had to defend them. That was something he had been programmed with since he was born, and believed it with all absolution to this day.
Bulma seemed to be the same way, for she was just as arrogant and vain. "Perhaps that is why I care for her so much," he said aloud, drawing curious looks from more passersby, "She behaves so much like me. Out of all the self absorbed people on this world, she is the closest to a Saiya-jin as anyone can hope to become." He smiled softly as her angry face passed before his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
He had no idea what time it was, never taking to wearing a watch, preferring to make time instead of read it. So as he made his ways through the halls of Capsule Corp. he didn't know if she had come back from the meeting yet. There was no doubt in his mind that Bulma was still in a mood. He didn't care though. Each step he took left a puddle behind from trudging through snow, but each puddle was sucked up by a robot that promptly followed him, one of the maintenance ones. He started for Bulma's lab first, it was the most likely place he'd find her.
Upon arriving at her lab however, he was surprised to find she was not present, though much of her work was laid about her desks, some of it seemed recently put down as though he'd just missed her."She's never around when you need her." The search began. He looked through much of the building, the robot following him closely to clean up the puddles that formed with each step, though they were becoming smaller and smaller. After a long search he finally came upon Bulma and approached her silently from behind. "When did you get back?" he asked in his usual voice, still smiling a little.
'No doubt Bulma is looking at the gravitron, figuring I'm training like usual. I'm not so predictable however,' he thought to himself with a soft smile playing across his lips. He didn't think of himself as a particularly hard to get along with person, but that never seemed to stop Bulma from making things difficult. Being born a prince, vanity and arrogance were very much was apart of him. And when they were challenged he of course had to defend them. That was something he had been programmed with since he was born, and believed it with all absolution to this day.
Bulma seemed to be the same way, for she was just as arrogant and vain. "Perhaps that is why I care for her so much," he said aloud, drawing curious looks from more passersby, "She behaves so much like me. Out of all the self absorbed people on this world, she is the closest to a Saiya-jin as anyone can hope to become." He smiled softly as her angry face passed before his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
He had no idea what time it was, never taking to wearing a watch, preferring to make time instead of read it. So as he made his ways through the halls of Capsule Corp. he didn't know if she had come back from the meeting yet. There was no doubt in his mind that Bulma was still in a mood. He didn't care though. Each step he took left a puddle behind from trudging through snow, but each puddle was sucked up by a robot that promptly followed him, one of the maintenance ones. He started for Bulma's lab first, it was the most likely place he'd find her.
Upon arriving at her lab however, he was surprised to find she was not present, though much of her work was laid about her desks, some of it seemed recently put down as though he'd just missed her."She's never around when you need her." The search began. He looked through much of the building, the robot following him closely to clean up the puddles that formed with each step, though they were becoming smaller and smaller. After a long search he finally came upon Bulma and approached her silently from behind. "When did you get back?" he asked in his usual voice, still smiling a little.