Cancelled?!

[Sansho "Pepper"]

She just couldn't believe it.

At first glance, the person trudging along the path appeared to be a slender man with a rather pretty face, adorned in a changshan hued in blues, reds, and gold trimming and adornment. The jacket came down to almost 'his' ankles, and a pair of blue and red trousers billowed beneath the coat, tied close at the ankle over a pair of black flats. Black hair was cropped short, just below 'his ears and above her chin. 'His' ears were pointed in a peculiar fashion and 'his' eyes were unusually angular, green eyes that were dull with disappointment. A long staff rested on 'his' back.

In truth, this 'pretty-boy' was a girl who bound her chest down so that it didn't get in the way of her fighting. Turning, she gazed up at the temple-like entrance longingly. People moved past her, talking, gossiping, and so forth.

The tournament was cancelled.

One hand came up to scratch at her head. It just wasn't fair! She had been training for so long to be prepared for this one! She was going to win it this year, she knew it! Well. Maybe. She had seen some faces in the tournament brackets that looked like they'd be trouble.. But she had been training so hard!!

Sighing, she turned and crossed to a stone bench flanking the path and flopped onto it, leaning forward to cup her chin in her hands, shoulders slumped. It just wasn't fair... Two people leave and the entire tournament got cancelled... It wasn't like it was getting blown up or something...

[Vegeta]

"Bah, I swear that baka looks for every possible opportunity he can find to leave. I think it's that harpy of his."

Leaving the cancelled tournament was a stocky man dressed in simple attire. A black tank top and blue pants, accented with the white training gloves and boots which he tends to never be without. He stepped through the extravagent entrance with the departing throngs. His family was sticking around for a bit to socialize with their friends, to which he had little purpose for. They weren't really his friends after all, so he had no use for them. Technically, his one real friend had been the one that took off. Again.

At least he had gotten a chance to eat as much as he had wanted at the buffet. That had been the sole highlight to the day so far besides the brief entertainment.

He paused in the courtyard. His onyx black eyes skimmed the crowds that had come to enjoy the tournament. The disappointment was palpable, though no where near as great as his own. The wayward prince rubbed his chin, pondering how long that idiot Kakarot would take to train Uub as he too made his way around to take a seat on the bench near the sulking person. He supposed he would simply have to keep pushing the gravity room to it's limits and thensome.

"Hmph, all that training and I have to watch him take off. Again. Honestly, why is it so difficult to have one simple, uninterrupted fight beyond a meager spar?" Without his son to lament to, Vegeta settled for grumbling to himself. "I wonder if Bulma finished adjusting the levels in the gravity room yet..."

[Sansho "Pepper"]

It goes without saying that the woman on the bench didn't even notice someone settling next to her. Her green eyes were still watching the tournament crowds. The black hair falling into her eyes was unruly compared to the rest of her her hair, the black bangs spikey. One hand moved from her chin to brush the strands out of her eyes. When that didn't work, she huffed a sigh, blowing the strands out of her eyes.

The child-minded woman didn't even register the immediate presence of another person, just automatically answering when she heard a voice speak.

"Maybe it's because they're just being mean... Now I have to wait another three years for the tournament... Guess it's back to training for me..." Her voice was light, but wasn't feminine enough to immediately give her away as a woman unless one did a doubletake at her. "And I was looking forward to fighting today!" She exclaimed this louder, pounding one fist into the bench, denting it slightly.

It was right about then that she realized something was off, and that the voice speaking was not the usual mocking one in her head. Turning that green-eyed gaze to him, she blinked before yelping and jumping in shock. Her arms windmilled in the air before she pitched backwards over the bench, landing on her staff, her legs hanging over the bench still.

"Ooow..."

Smooth, you idiot. Now the sarcastic thought crossed her mind, filled with sadistic glee.

You be quiet, you meanie-head!

[Vegeta]

Vegeta had paid the other person little mind, though they did catch his attention with their yelping and psychotic behavior. He snorted at the comical display, looking more bored than amused as he watched them fall over. "Tch, smooth, you idiot." He noted in his harsh tone, unaware that his deep, raspy voice said just about the same thing as the snide voice in her head.

The saiyajin sniffed in the other person's general direction. It took him a moment to figure out what she was, even with his superior sense of smell. He was aware of something that smelled rather earthy. He smirked at the stranger. "You might be able to train all you like, but so long as warriors like myself enter this foolish tournament, you'll never have a chance to win." The stocky warrior stuck his nose in the air. It was amusing when Earth's weak denizens thought they were strong. Like that fool Satan.

Standing, Vegeta fished out the cell phone Bulma insisted he carry. Something about a good idea after the whole Buu incident. He tapped out a quick text for Bulma, letting her know he was heading back home ahead of her and the kids. He didn't bother waiting for her response, though the brief chiming of 'New Divide' let him know she texted back. It went ignored. It would either consist of 'k' or 'u butthead'.

"Excuse me, the real warrior is off to resume his training." Vegeta threw his head back, laughing at the idea of the clumsy fool fighting. That would be funny to see. The black haired man started heading for the exit and a secure spot where he could take off into the air without alarming the humans around him.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Two people, one in her head, and one not in her head, saying almost the exact same thing. It was so annoying! She groaned, pushing up a bit to lean back on her elbows as she rubbed her head, grimacing a bit. Thankfully, she didn't have a bump or anything. Not that it mattered. Ikikesans were resilient, after all.

She blinked her green eyes up at him as he spoke again, her expression completely blank with no comprehension. It took her a full minute before his words hit, causing her eyes to widen, and for her to push off of the ground, flipping up to her feet. As she opened her mouth to try to refute, he spoke again, leaving her standing there with her mouth hanging open. After a moment she closed her mouth, blinking after him.

Hopping over the bench, she ran after him, bouncing in front of him and walking backwards, her hands on her hips.

"Hey! Now who says I can't win? I'm a real warrior as well, thank you very much! You can't say nothin' until you fight me yourself!"

Walking backwards had it's downsides. Her heel came down on a pebble and she yelped, nearly falling over. Only a twist managed to save her as she backflipped onto her feet, windmilling her arms before she steadied herself, reaching behind her to make sure that the staff was still safe and secure.

[Vegeta]

Vegeta snorted as the fool decided to follow him and pester him a little. His pace didn't slow a bit when she bound in front of him, though he did come to a stop as she tripped back and managed to keep herself from hitting the concrete with some measure of skill. The prince began walking again, moving around her.

"Says the clumsy fool walking backwards and falling. Don't you think you stand a better chance in the Junior Tournament?" The 'human' and her flipping about was nothing extraordinary to him. Most humans were capable of such carnival tricks and possibly a little more. Now if she were able to muster something more than flight, he might acknowledge that she had some hope. Some, not much. "If I fought you with even a fraction of my true power, I'd break you in half before you realized I had moved."

He paused, feeling bored and an odd idea formulated. Trunks was a slacker sometimes and he couldn't quite mess with the boy as much as he would like. At some point, the boy would stop sparring period and work with his mother. Hardly anyone else really came to spar with him besides Kakarot. Now that idiot was gone, training a pupil. He needed a hobby until the fool showed up again. 'Maybe someone with promise. Someone I can one up Kakarot's new little protege with while killing time?' His brows knit together, wondering if this little girl would be potent though.

The short man turned to her, tilting his head to one side, then to the other. 'I must be incredibly bored if I'm even considering this. Especially with some clumsy stranger like her. I don't even know what she can do yet.' However, there wasn't really anyone else he could deal with. Bra had no interest and he doubted Gohan would trust him to train that girl Pan. He would be considered 'too mean a teacher' no doubt. Unfortunately, he had ample time and little else to do on Earth without his rival there.

"Hn. Bored indeed..." Like a feral cat stalking prey, he started to circle her for the appraising. Despite the goofy and cumbersome attire, she looked fit. Humans had potential, just not many of them really worked enough for it. He stopped in front of her, glaring hard with his piercing black eyes. Perhaps a little test, to see if she had any strength to her. He held up a gloved hand, palm flat and aimed at her. "Punch my hand, with all your might. Humor me for a second."

[Sansho "Pepper"]

It was sad that insults like 'fool' and 'idiot' barely even phased her anymore, and something like being told to fight in the Junior Tournament caught more of her attention. Her lower lip came out in a pout again as she watched him, rocking back on her heels as he moved past her.

"Is this because I'm a girl? Because I train as hard as any guy, maybe more. I got a good score on my punching thing! And I didn't mess up this time!" She pointed her finger at him before starting to stride after him. In mid-step, however, she froze as he turned around, blinking her green eyes before she set her foot back on the ground, tilting her head at him.

Is that all you're going to do? Stand there and mooncalf at him like a torpid cow?

She brushed the thought aside, along with the attempt to take over the body. The mental struggle didn't show on her face, but it took her a moment to secure the body again as he began to pace around her. Kakiri was a real butt sometimes... Her head swivelled to watch him.

"Huh? Bored? Wha..." Reaching up, she scratched her head, actually having to look down at him. Despite his tall, spikey hair, she had about three, four inches on him. Her eyes moved to the hand when it came forward, staring at it in confusion before looking up at him.

"... Punch.. your hand? With all my might? Mr. 'Real Warrior', that could be dangerous." She warned him. "But if you're sure..."

Shifting her stance, she moved one foot back behind herself to brace herself. Instead of drawing back a fist, she brought up both hands in front of her, one hand clenched in a fist and pressed against the palm of her other hand, two fingers extended into the air as she closed her eyes, holding her hands just above her breast.

He wanted all her might... She was going to show him that an Ikikesan was a real warrior! Inhaling deeply, she focused, reaching into the stone and bedrock beneath her. Luckily the tournament grounds weren't that heavily developed, though the disruption still interrupted the gaian energy flow. The energy flowed into her, and she focused it, just like the monks had taught her.

Opening her eyes, she focused her gaze on her target before shifting.

"HA!" With that she thrust the clenched fist forward, channeling the earth into her strike.

[Vegeta]

"Hardly. I don't find it shameful to admit a woman gave me a good fight one time, pretty much broke my blasted arm."

The saiyajin smirked at her warning, brushing it off. He could tell she had a concern for hurting him, but he was sure she had absolutely no idea what he was capable of. It was likely she would hold back a little. In any case, if her ki spiked enough to really catch his attention, he would simply raise his own defenses to match it to withstand whatever force she exerted. If she exerted much at all. His black eyes darted down and back up, watching as she took an impressive fighting stance. But those were sometimes mere show.

One of his thick black brows arched as he observed her, feeling something like a pull of energy, yet under his feet and it took him a split second to realize she was channeling from something else. It reminded him of when Kakarot would channel for his bomb. He powered up his own reserves to rise above her level, just in time to take the earth-charged blow to his extended palm. His hand barely moved an inch, but he was left feeling a slight tingle in his arm from the power.

Once the demonstration was done, he shook his hand, looking relatively unfazed. It stung more then he figured it would, that was for sure. Had he been ascended, it wouldn't have been much. Flexing the fingers of the assaulted hand, he debated in his mind. Perhaps this was not such a bad idea after all. While still examining his hand, he addressed her, "For an earthling, that is rather impressive. And coming from one of the strongest fighters in the, let's face it, galaxy...That is something. I think you might have some potential to recieve some special training. Provided, you wanted to be even stronger and took it seriously. This would not be Camp Cookies and Milk."

Looking from his hand, he eyed the girl up and down. "Since you seem able to channel ki into a strike, I assume you can fly too. Can you sense as well?" Vegeta was curious to know if there was anything simple that had to be taken care of while training her, should she be interested.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Her left fist slammed into his hand, her eyes bright with the ki, both hers and the earth, her right hand pulled in close to her chest. His hand, however, barely budged, causing her eyes to widen in some surprise. There was a strange sense of hitting a wall that wasn't physical... She blinked once, before slowly drawing back, relaxing her fist as she straightened up, bringing up her right hand to brush her hair back.

Even the voice in her head was stunned into some silence. A human that had barely flinched? He... wasn't human, was he? Her head tilted as she regarded him. Thinking wasn't her strong suite... but she wasn't going to let her take over.

She didn't even make a note of his calling her an 'earthling', as it was actually rather true. What she did focus on, was the term 'strongest fighter'. 'Galaxy' might be somewhere in there to-

Wait, training?

Her eyes brightened at that thought, her head lifting a bit more to watch him. And he mentioned cookies and milk... Come to think of it, she wanted some cookies and milk no-

Once again her thoughts were interrupted by him. Talk about major ADD...

"Well... I.. can't fly. I've never needed to. I can run faster than anyone else..." She responded slowly, flexing her left hand absently. That had stung a little bit more than she had thought... "I can.. sort of sense? I can at least tell who's from.. Well. I don't know. I've never really tried." She wrinkled her nose as the cackling went off in her head. Someone was finding this utterly amusing.

"You barely even budged. You're either really strong or you're not human, huh?" She tilted her head at him, blinking those green eyes.

[Vegeta]

Without warning, Vegeta threw his head back to laugh raucously. She couldn't fly but she could pack a punch. Go figure! And how amusing it was, that his kind blended almost perfectly with the human masses...right until their feral power was unleashed. Once he was done having a good laugh, his stoic mask of composure was back on in a flash. "Actually, not only am I strong, but I am indeed, far from human. The others may hide it like cowards, but I won't. Mm, you look human yourself." He tilted his head to get a better look at her ears. "But perhaps you aren't."

He clicked his tongue. He would see how well she could sense. The saiyajin didn't care much whether his steady rise past the first level of super saiyajin would alarm the others. He just wanted to see how she would react to it.

The saiyajin parted his feet just slightly and let his power level skyrocket, arms bracers at his sides, fists clenched as he growled deeply. His coal black hair flickered before it turned into a bright gold, his black eyes converting to an emerald green. His form was surrounded by a hot, glowing light. The ground trembled slightly as he pushed a little higher, breaching the second level. The gold became much deeper and electricity crackled around his body. He looked from her, brow arched as he felt others flare their own but it didn't feel like anyone was going to be heading his way.

While most of the area was clear, there were a few spectators who gawked at the show, but he ignored them. Vegeta had no issues with showing off in front of common humans. He didn't share the sense of discretion the others had. He crossed his arms, relaxed in his most powerful form. That cursed Kakarot was well beyond him but he would catch up at some point, it was all a matter of time. "I'm what you would call a saiyajin, earthling. Tell me, does any of the power radiating off of me register to you beyond the sheer force or can you completely grasp how strong I am? Without me showing you directly that is." He smirked, one hit from him would be very unpleasant for her.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

.. What was so funny?

Poor Pepper just stood there, blinking at him in confusion. Did she say something funny? No... She didn't say a joke. Jokes usually started with 'Knock, knock!', after all. Just as soon as the laughter had started, it was over, and the grumpy look was back, leaving her utterly and completely confused.

Oh yes. You imagined the entire thing. You imagined him laughing at you like you're a complete idiot. You moron!

Wait. She was right about something! She was right! He wasn't human! She almost wanted to squeal and jump, and almost did. All right, she bounced. She bounced on her toes at the thought that she was right about something, causing the hair to bounce about her pointed ears. In mid-bounce, she froze, staring at him. Did she say something that gave her away?! Maybe she should have held back more on the punch...

Her ears twitched.

She blinked a couple of times, staring at him at him, noting that his stance was different and that he had growled. Who growls? Really now! But... something else was catching her attention. Her breath caught in her throat as a strange... pressure seemed to wash over her. The pressure echoed inside her mind, and she clenched her eyes shut, touching a hand to her temples.

No! You're staying in today! Pepper thought furiously before opening her eyes again, the green abnormally bright. His hair was... gold. She remembered something like that.. From.. another tournament? Was it the one from ten years ago? It had to have been... It was the only tournament that she sometimes had trouble recalling the events, and for obvious reasons. The very earth beneath her shuddered, causing her to look down, for a moment before her head snapped about, almost giving her whiplash. There was... something there. A brief flare. Her attention turned back to the man in front of her, her eyes narrowed as she studied him.

"I... I'm not sure..." She said slowly, her eyes studying him, yet not seeing him as her mind focused on the strange pressure. "The earth... You're extremely heavy on it. The energies are avoiding you... but they still eddy around you..." She was muttering to herself, her mind struggling with the strange thoughts.

"I know that if I was running... You couldn't catch me. No one can. But..." Damn the words! Why were they so hard to figure out?! "As I am right now... I couldn't beat you. Not unless you were worn down first. I'd have to channel a great deal of gaian to fight you.. and I'd still probably get thrown into the ground."

That was how strong she wanted to be... She didn't want to be a weak pacifist toiling in the desert. She wanted to be a fighter, a defender. Even as she thought that, her posture shifted, just a fraction, a slightly bit more defensive then before as she raised her eyes to his again. His instincts might scream for fighting and power, but her instincts screamed for defense and protection.

[Vegeta]

It was plain as day, the look on her face...She could tell he was a force to be reckoned with.

"On the contrary, I'm feather light on my feet." Bringing his fists up in an offensive looking stance, he practically danced from toe tip to toe tip, not looking as if any bit of weight drew him down at all. He let her further observe the power coursing in, out and around him, smirking daringly at her words. He chuckled in amusement as she seemed to dissect his power and gauge her own potential against it.

"You can run all you like, but I'm pretty sure I could catch you." Without batting an eye lash, he phased out of sight, reappearing right behind her. It was no disappearing act, it was simple movement. "Unlike you, I can fly. While I'd demonstrate so, I think that might be pushing the envelope as far as how much these pathetic humans can see. My comrades, well, like to keep the people in the dark about powers like these. Scary for them I suppose." Vegeta glanced past her, seeing that he had a reasonable audience. They seemed awed by his phasing about.

The hardened warrior took note of her defensive stance and he couldn't blame her. The power he was displaying was quite intimidating."You would get thrown into the ground and thensome. But perhaps, under my training regiment, you could prove to be quite formidable. Not only on the ground, where you may be at your most potent as you may think, but in the air. I assure you, many opponents will sit back and laugh at you from the skies if you can't reach them." The power around him shimmered before it flickered away like a doused flame. His hair and eyes changed back to their dark coal black and the pressure that had risen around him died out.

The prince smirked. He could see it in her eyes. She had a fire down in her belly. She wanted to be powerful too. And he knew that he, Vegeta, could help her do that. He placed his hands on his hips, smirking.

"Listen carefully...as you seem rather airheaded. If you train with me, I promise you it will be far from easy. By the end of each and every day, you'll be hating my guts with an increasing passion! But you'll know strength, stamina and speed the likes of which you would have never reached otherwise. Have I got your interest?" He cocked his head. His son had his chances, but the life of a human was calling to him. For Vegeta, this would not only be an interesting change of pace but some entertainment as well. "It's not often I offer such a service, especially without asking for anything in turn, so you should consider yourself honored."

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Watching him dance around so easily on his feet, Pepper was beginning to second-guess her firm declaration that she was still faster then him on the ground. The voice in her mind just growled at that, with the unspoken belief that no one would ever be faster then her- them.

A normal person, only able to process a limitted amount of frames per second, would have assumed he vanished and reappeared. Pepper, however, never blinked, her eyes tracking the blur that shifted past her rapidly. If she put her mind to it, she could move faster, but she wasn't sure how faster. She turned as he reappeared, watching him, the long length of her coat flaring with the movement.

As he spoke, Pepper glanced around her at the people, blinking and swallowing a bit. The people sure were staring rather rudely... Shoving them from her mind, she turned her attention back to him, still in that subtle defensive posture. Pride and the voice in her head wanted to argue that she had no need of flying, that as long as the earth was beneath her, she'd be fine. Unfortunately, he made a weird amount of sense. Pepper bit her lip, thinking. She wanted to be stronger and he was presenting ideas that made sense to become stronger...

The pressure eased up, the tension in her spine easing as well. The woman shifted, relaxing a bit as she watched him, watching as the colors faded from him, returning to the pitch black darkness. The murmuring of the people around them grew louder, causing her ears to twitch again as she glanced over at them, blinking as she chewed on her lip still. Her gaze swung back to him almost immediately.

Was this a good idea? It sounded... dangerous. Really dangerous. And yet... She wanted to. She really wanted to. There was one thing that both she and broken Kakiri agreed on: They needed to be stronger.

"Well.. I guess when you put it like that.. I can't refuse! I'm Pepper! Well.. actually I have a different name but I don't really use that one anymore, so, yeah, just Pepper." She liked the name Pepper too. It was less confusing for people. After all, they didn't have to figure out if they were talking to Wuko or Kakiri.

[Vegeta]

"Pepper. Hmph. I honestly could care less about your name, but I suppose I'll have to have something specific to shout while I'm drilling the lessons into you." Vegeta knew she wouldn't give him 'no' for an answer let alone question what he would have to teach her. "I am Vegeta. But I would prefer you refer to me as your master when we train. Now come."

He gestured for her to follow him and didn't proceed to lead her until he knew she was coming along. Now would be a prime time to begin the training. He intended to fly home and he wanted to be out of sight when they took off. As he stepped away, he pondered the best possible way to explain how to fly for her. It was bound to be a very foreign concept for her.

"To fly, it is mostly forcing your energy beneath you to lift you up. You probably use your energy to propel yourself from behind for additional force for when you're running at what you consider an impressive speed. This will basically be lesson one, flight. Your task is to fly with me to Capsule Corporations." Vegeta had never really had to teach someone how to fly exactly, Trunks had learned it when he was young on his own. Bra was able to pretty much do the same, though that seemed all she had the interest for at the time being. The prince found it laughable when he encountered adults who couldn't do something so simple. He recalled hearing of Videl's difficulty in learning at first, but this girl was a different case. He expected her to pick up on the ability quickly. "Since you can use your energy in an attack, applying it to flight should be simple for you."

On closing in on an empty section of the tournament grounds, he stepped out of sight around the wall. Knowing how she was the bothersome sort, he knew she was bound to be right behind him, practically on his heels. "If you have any questions, I suggest you ask them now before we start. Otherwise, show me what you can do."

As if to demonstrate, he casually levitated into the air. The tips of his boots slid gently along the grass before he was completely in the air. He hovered, arms covered over his chest as he waited for her to do the same. A casual, slow flight home would be rather nice, so he maintained his patience for the time being. Besides, he didn't need her getting frazzled with his impatience and falling through someone's roof on the way.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Her lower lip came out in a pout as he said that he didn't care about her name. She thought it was a very good name! And it really was her favorite. Who didn't love her alias from her first tournament?

It's a pathetic name.

You shaddup, meanie-head. She shot right back, swinging her arms as she followed closely behind the man. Vegeta. His name was Vegeta... She felt like she should know something... Maybe he was in another tournament before? Her memory always kind of sucked... She reached up to scratch one pointed ear, blinking as she listened to him.

Pepper started to open her mouth to protest that it was more then just energy propelling her when she was running, but froze as the other in her mind figuratively slapped a hand over her mouth.

Idiot! Shut your damned mouth! He's going to teach us to fly! Kakiri hissed at her within the confines of their mind. She closed her mouth after a moment, a bit of red on her cheeks, the pout turning into something of a sulk as she listened to him. Capsule Corporations... Where was that again? He disappeared around the corner with her on his heels, and a second later she popped around the corner, looking around wildly before seeing him and smiling brightly, going ove- Hey! He offered a chance for questions!

"Just one, Mister Vegeta!" Pepper piped cheerfully. "Is there going to be something to eat later? Because I get really hungry while training and I've been told I eat a lot by people!" She had no idea that his kind, saiyajin, were notorious for their appetites. She wasn't even sure if it was racial for her, or just a peculiarity of hers. Maybe having two brains made her hungrier.

Tch. Kakiri would never admit that she ate as much as Wuko.

"And is-... Oh hey. You're..." She blinked, distracted- thankfully!- from her questions as he began to levitate. Her mouth formed a wide 'O' as she stared before she frowned thoughtfully.

"Forcin' energy beneath ya to fly up..." Pepper muttered, watching him levitate. "Doesn't sound hard... It's just like running!" She closed her green eyes, bringing up her hands in that concentrating gesture, though this time, her left fist joined the right in pointing two fingers up and folding the other two fingers up, intertwining her lowered fingers with each other.

I'm pretty sure there was a reason why we were told never to aim the energy upwards. Came the acid remark in her mind as Pepper concentrated. She just batted the voice away and released the energy. For a moment, she felt strange. Was that... wind in her hair?

Opening her green eyes, she looked around in confusion. Where was the tournament grounds? And Mister Vegeta? ... Wait. Where was ever- Oh. Her green eyes dropped, seeing the ground several stories below her.

"...Oop- AIEEEEEEEE-"

THUD.

She landed in front of Vegeta, face first into the ground, limbs twitching. A groan escaped her before she raised her head to stare at his boottops. Shaking her head rapidly, she hopped back to her feet, stumbling a bit.

"I think... I did that... wrong." The Ikikesan said, shaking her head again and trying to stand in one place without falling over. She loved the earth, but she didn't want to meet it like that again... Then again, it tended to happen whenever she was rock climbing... or if she got distracted while running through the wilderness. More then one tree had met their demise in the face of her ADD...

She planted both feet on the ground and raised both hands to her head as she shook her head again, clearing her mind of the shock of the impact from the fall. Her green eyes lifted to the saiyan as she gave him a sheepish grin. Then, she laughed.

"Whoops!"