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| Baba's Ballball-crisis; Completed easy quest | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 28 2008, 03:43 PM (93 Views) | |
| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:43 PM Post #1 |
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A completely devouring feeling of inattention captured Vegeta as he soared through enormous, pristine white clouds. His thoughts were trapped in another place and perhaps even another time. Streaming trails of condensation marked his path through the sky which he flew with his strong arms spread wide, fingertips reaching for opposite ends of the world. He appeared as nothing more than a camouflaged speck upon the reflective and calm surface of the ocean below. He was finally drawn out from his trance at the abrupt arrival of a dolphin pack whose trio leapt into the air, somersaulted and then returned to the waters from which they jumped. Vegeta blinked a few times to pull reality back together, momentarily stopping his flight in mid-air while doing so. The Prince of all Saiyans, as intelligent as he is, didn't have the slightest clue of where he managed to end up. He looked to the rising sun as it peaked over the horizon and then shifted his body to peer west, observing nothing but undisturbed ocean. On his second take of the bright sun, he noticed a small island remotely hidden by the radiant light cresting the water. The island was immediately recognized and brought his location into perspective. Vegeta knew the small tropical residence well, for it belonged to the slightly deranged yet wise Master Roshi. The Prince also knew it was very likely he would find many young fighters to train against at the island considering Roshi was still a well sought after martial artist. Deciding not to waste any time, Vegeta righted his path and blasted off toward Roshi's Island. He had a lot of training to do to make up for the amount of time he spent traveling back to Earth, only hoping he wouldn't stumble into something he would regret. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:44 PM Post #2 |
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A light cloud of sand was beat up from the beach as the Prince touched down. He could immediately feel the contained warmth seeping through the outside of his boots. A light smile fought to present itself upon his lips, still completely entrapped by the awkward serenity he was feeling. Vegeta's peaceful mentality was disrupted soon after by a loud, startling crash followed by the sounds of glass shattering. "OH NOO!" screamed an old and shrill voice through open windows and doors, no doubt belonging to the ancient hermit who maintained this property. Needless to say, the noisy racket had piqued Vegeta's curiosity enough to lead him just beyond the threshold of Master Roshi's doorway. The Saiyan crossed his arms over his royal blue clad chest and observed the disaster quietly, also showing signs of mild amusement at the sight of a frantic old man scrambling to pick up the pieces of some not yet known object. "She's going to kill me! I've got to fix this right away!" bellowed Master Roshi as he dusted up the broken pieces of Baba's crystal ball into a pan. Although he worked incredibly fast, it was clear there was a certain amount of care and diligence in his effort to gather every last piece. Roshi was racing back and forth between his kitchen and living room, scouring through cupboards, pantries, cabinets and any other storage unit he could find. It appeared he hadn't noticed the bold, confidently standing Vegeta yet. The Prince idly tapped his foot to the hard floor as he waited, casting loose clinging particles of sand to the already unclean ground. Finally, when he couldn't holster his patience any longer, he announced his presence with an audible clearing of his throat which caught Roshi's attention. "Vegeta!" he squealed in his excited yet hoarse voice. "I'm so glad you are here! You can help me fix Baba's crystal ball!" |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:47 PM Post #3 |
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Vegeta gave Master Roshi one stern look and began to shake his head. "I don't think so, old man. I'm not here to fix your mistakes. Where is that fool Kakarot or any of the other idiots that hang around here?" Vegeta's question was riddled off more like a demand, in a manner that required immediate attention. He had better things to do in lieu of playing clean up with a decrepit hermit. "Goku? Who knows with Goku? I can't keep track of all you." Next thing either of them realized, Roshi was sitting at his kitchen table with a bottle of "Attach Me!" super glue and the destroyed shards of the crystal ball. His elderly fingers worked on piecing the artifact back together with the glue but after a few successful fragments, he ran out of glue. "Why do these things happen to me!?" he screamed and dropped his head onto the table soundly. The loud thud of Roshi's agony brought his grin back to surface. Vegeta took a few steps forward and looked over the shattered crystal ball. If he wasn't going to find the fight he wanted here, it was best to occupy his time with something until someone showed up. "Tell me what you need me to do, old man. It would be hard to train here if Baba has you strung up somewhere, although that might be its own reward." Roshi slowly lifted his head from the table and looked at Vegeta through the impervious lenses of his black shades. Like a bolt of lightning, the aged man leapt from his seat and threw his arms into the air out of excitement. "You're going to help me?! Oh thank goodness Vegeta! I knew I could count on you!" In the next second he had vanished into the kitchen, only to return with a small list scribbled on the back of a dirty girl entertainment flyer. The handwriting was barely legible and resembled something like what Trunks' writing when he first started at the age of four. Vegeta read over the list silently and soon formed a slightly confused expression. "Attach Me!" super glue. "Ye old shiny" window polish. Playboy. Penthouse. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:49 PM Post #4 |
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Vegeta was soon approaching the outskirts of South City with the written list crunched up in his balled fist. He would comply only with the items necessary to solving the dilemma at hand but wouldn't fuel the old Master's perverted nature any further. After all, although he was currently estranged from his family, he was still a father somewhere in his shaded heart. The tranquility of flight was soon swallowed up by the rising of skyscrapers, office buildings and businesses as he descended to meet the main street. Very few individuals had seen his coming but for obvious reasons, being too caught up in their day to day lives counting as one of them. Vegeta did strike the fancy of a younger girl and her boyfriend, who both turned to one another and unleashed a multitude of hushed whispers. The Saiyan Prince's sensitive hearing was able to decipher a few murmurs, in particular ones questioning whether it was truly the former planetary protector. He desired nothing to do with the youngsters or any questions that delved into his life. The next chance he could snag, Vegeta dipped into the bustling crowd and disappeared from sight. He stuck out like a sore thumb with the signature nature of his spiky hair but he was quick enough to elude any who followed after him. He was on a "mission," after all. Vegeta entered the first convenience store he found. He wasn't too familiar with the layout of the city anymore, so he couldn't rely on his past experiences to guide him The Saiyan traversed blindly up and down the aisles in search of his items, naturally finding the Playboy and Penthouse magazines he wasn't looking for. Eventually he stumbled upon the "Attach Me!" super glue in the stationary aisle surrounded by a variety of other adhesives and pens. There appeared to be several different types of the glue for various applications but none specified for "crystal ball repair." Vegeta settled for whatever he first grabbed and proceeded to the front counter. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:51 PM Post #5 |
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"Welcome, sir, did you find everything okay?" The young boy behind the counter asked while his old man sorted random stock in the background. He reached for the super glue Vegeta had set down and swiped it over his illuminated barcode scanner and prepared to seal the sale. "No. I need window polish," said Vegeta in a stern, cold manner. He had no reason to lie to the young kid. "Oh I'm sorry. We don't carry window polish in our store.." The boy said quietly as if he was offended by the Saiyan's brash nature. He seemed to brighten up a bit though as an idea came to mind. "You might want to try the store down the street! It's a windows and lighting store! They should have the polish you are looking for there." Vegeta only nodded in response, fetching a few zeni from his pocket and tossing enough to cover his purchase carelessly to the counter. He retrieved the super glue and proceeded to leave the convenience store, not caring enough to take his receipt. On his way out he bumped shoulders with a man entering who nearly lost his balance as a result. "Hey!" the man shouted after Vegeta, who didn't stop in his journey down the street. With a grumble and a few foul mouthed murmurings, he let the issue drop and entered the store. It was a good possibility that the Saiyan Prince still harbored ill feelings towards humans for their actions during his encounter with Buu. Vegeta walked into the recommended store and was soon overwhelmed by the size of the building. As far as the eye could see, the massive ceiling was decorated by a variety of lighting solutions and accompanied by the whirling and whirring of spinning fan blades. Everywhere about the home improvement store were displays of windows and small house portions. Judging by the calamity of citizens swarming the store, Vegeta would never be able to find what he needed without assistance. He hated asking for anyone for help with anything. |
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| Disgraced Vegeta | Oct 28 2008, 03:52 PM Post #6 |
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The Prince snagged the first vested employee that walked by him and pulled the middle aged man close by force. The look on the man's face was genuine shock at the unexpected display of strength he currently fell victim to. "I need window polish. Where is it?" By this point, the employee was barely able to reach the floor with the tips of his toes. He was also finding difficulty in speaking out of some sense of fear but he slowly started to stammer off what Vegeta wanted to hear. "Uhm. Window polish is toward the back of the store in aisle twenty four." A wandering finger pointed in the general direction of the item but that wasn't good enough for the Prince. "Show me where it is." Not one to ask considering it was much easier to demand, Vegeta dropped the man onto his feet and turned him to face the direction he signaled a moment ago. "Make it quick, too. I'm running out of time." His gloved hand pushed in between the employee's shoulders and sent him forward. Before long, Vegeta was exiting the store with his bottle of "Ye old shiny" window polish in hand and "Attach Me!" super glue in the other. The Saiyan immediately took to the sky and burst off through the warm air in order to return to Roshi's island. When Vegeta arrived, he was greeted by the sounds of an elderly crone screaming and the reluctant cries and pleas of Master Roshi. A grin started to form on his lips the closer he stepped towards the house. "Roshi! You idiot! You stupid old man! Don't you ever ask anything of me ever again!" The voice was recognized as the witch Baba, no doubt scolding Roshi for breaking her prized crystal ball. Roshi apologized profusely and in the most pathetic sounding tones. Assuming there wouldn't be an end to their quarrel, Vegeta set the two items down before the front door and took his leave. He did what was asked of him. It wasn't his fault that Roshi underestimated Baba's haste in retrieving snacks. "What a foolish old man." ~Fin |
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