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“A deal’s a deal. It’ll be my pleasure to teach you.” You say confidently. Bulma reddens, as it seems to be the first time that doing something with her is a ‘pleasure’ for you. Nappa and Raditz are clearly surprised by the choice of words.
“Yes!” She throws an arm up in the air. “Oh you’ll see when Goku and the rest come back, they’ll be so surprised when they see me flying around!”
“Flying around? That’ll be a harder task.” You say. “I’m hoping to at least get you off the ground and to go up.”
She pouts. “Well if I can’t fly laps around Goku and the rest, no time chamber!”
You glare at her and she sticks her tongue out. “It’s a joke.” She says. “Anyhow, gotta make sure my dad and I are on the same page for the development of the ship.” She opens the door and closes it behind her, a barely audible cheer reaching your ears.
“A pleasure, huh?” Nappa says with a sardonic tone. “If I were you, I’d take her as a mate or wife or whatever you want with her already. You never know when you’ll see her again.”
You furrow your brow as you watch the door, half of you hoping to see her open it again with that gleeful smile. “I have priorities other than females, Nappa.” You reply then take a seat to enjoy some of this earthling ‘coffee’, it’s like energy pills from the Frieza force, but with an actual taste.
“Yeah yeah. So did I.” He says. Raditz looks at the two of you. “Well, I’ll go off to see if I can find out anything about my brother.” The long-haired Saiyan then leaves right out of the door and flies off.
“Wanna train?” Nappa says as you finish your coffee.
“Yeah.” You leave the cup on the table and get up, heading out with your warrior and second in command.
Bulma’s kick slams your lifted forearm with little impact, but you felt a strong and controlled ki surge and she returns swiftly to her fighting position. She exhales deeply and brings air back to her lungs, then she throws another, once more controlled and fierce, kick to your forearm. It’s interesting how energy works, even though you would compare her composure to that of a proper warrior, her impacts simply do nothing to you. There is much still to do.
“Good.” You say, blocking a few more of these kicks. You almost have to look at them to prepare your forearm, almost. “These are disciplined moves. Your energy does not dissipate wildly as you connect and you are maintaining your form.”
She returns to a battle position, and throws a fist forward, which you stop with your hand, she throws another which you stop with another hand then throw her back a few meters which she swiftly closes in to throw a flurry of fists towards you. Slow, predictable blows, but true blows. “How goes the gravity room?”
“Pretty well.” She says, coordinating her breathing with her next few blows, her blue ponytail flowing to the sides as she does so. “You’ll like it.” She says.
