Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 3:00:43 GMT -5
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His first encounter with them had been less than fruitful. He had been foolish and naive, much like any four year old would have been. He had beaten them to a bloody pulp with ease...until the gravity.
That damn gravity had been the death of him, or at least close. Having licked his wounds, trained hard, and worked at being able to beat them, Ritoru was more than a little disappointed when the fighters didn't show up. They had said a week, and yet a week passed and still nothing. He had gone to and from Vegeta with ease and still they had not shown. He had begun to think they never would.
That morning had been fun, spending much of it in the garden. Much like his own father the boy was particularly happy around thriving wildlife. The open courtyard left much room for different insents, animals, and of course the flowers. Ritoru loved the flowers. His favorite was the indian paint brush. The orange and black mix was aw inspiring. Not only were they the prettiest in his opinion, but they were the ones Zach had left him in charge of. He had begged for days to get control of his own section of the garden, and a wary zach had finally given him permission to plant a group of flowers. If Ritoru could keep them alive for only a Week Zach would give him more room to plant others. Ritoru could see it now, having his own section of the garden with dozens of orange and black Paint Brushes blowing gently through the breeze. He could see himself napping in their patches, and training next to them.
His thoughts would be interrupted by an all too familiar noise. It was the sound of motorcycles pulling up the cobblestone path.
WIP
His first encounter with them had been less than fruitful. He had been foolish and naive, much like any four year old would have been. He had beaten them to a bloody pulp with ease...until the gravity.
That damn gravity had been the death of him, or at least close. Having licked his wounds, trained hard, and worked at being able to beat them, Ritoru was more than a little disappointed when the fighters didn't show up. They had said a week, and yet a week passed and still nothing. He had gone to and from Vegeta with ease and still they had not shown. He had begun to think they never would.
That morning had been fun, spending much of it in the garden. Much like his own father the boy was particularly happy around thriving wildlife. The open courtyard left much room for different insents, animals, and of course the flowers. Ritoru loved the flowers. His favorite was the indian paint brush. The orange and black mix was aw inspiring. Not only were they the prettiest in his opinion, but they were the ones Zach had left him in charge of. He had begged for days to get control of his own section of the garden, and a wary zach had finally given him permission to plant a group of flowers. If Ritoru could keep them alive for only a Week Zach would give him more room to plant others. Ritoru could see it now, having his own section of the garden with dozens of orange and black Paint Brushes blowing gently through the breeze. He could see himself napping in their patches, and training next to them.
His thoughts would be interrupted by an all too familiar noise. It was the sound of motorcycles pulling up the cobblestone path.
WIP