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You nod, you see her arm stretch for another blow, which you stop, but you’re surprised to see her take hold of your arm and put her back against your chest, she starts lifting you by the held arm. She actually does. You take hold of yourself and swiftly spur some energy from within to throw her off with a gust of wind, you’re in a horizontal position in the air, keeping yourself from hitting the ground. You take a hand to your head and lay there as if you were laying on a sofa.
“What was that about?” You say.
Bulma caresses her butt, which slammed itself pretty hard on the ground. “Just wanted to see if I could take you by surprise.”
She furrows her brows and looks at you with a smile. It’s intense. You feel something in that stare. You sit on the air, crossing your arms and legs and chuckle heartily. “Hmph.” You utter. “I see it in you now.”
She removes some dust from her face. “See what?”
“The spirit of a warrior.” You reply. “You must’ve seen it in your earthling friends’ faces sometimes. That one stare of pure dedication, of enjoyment of the fight and battle.”
She shrugs. “I don’t get it.”
“Perhaps you will see it in my own face, if we ever fight as –almost- equals.” You reply with sarcasm.
“You little…” She runs forward and jumps to kick you, you block it with a leg and throw your palm forward, it stops quite a ways away from her face.
But a gust of wind rises from your palm and Bulma feels it slap against her face, throwing her once more to the ground. You know you didn’t do much harm, the energy merely pushed her back, still, you almost feel like approaching her to check.
“What was that?” She says, scrubbing her hair.
“The round alien taught me this technique aboard the ship.” You throw a fist upwards and a gust of wind kicks off, throwing dust and leaves around in a whirl. “The Way of the Wind, I think it had a more complex name, doesn’t matter though.”
“Olond, you mean?” She replies.
“Yes. You’re acquainted?”
“Not really, but we did live on the same ship for three months. He’s quiet like Piccolo, but more respectful.” She says as she gets off the ground.
“Yes, he and the Namekian have similarities.” You say as you land on the ground. “Now, for your test.”
She steels herself, standing up straight.
“You must let your energy flow outside of your body this time, but you must still maintain a control over it.” You lift off the ground, your feet hanging limp after moving half a meter up. “Notice the energy flowing under my feet, it only moves swiftly when I move, but otherwise it merely maintains me up in the air, keeping a stillness.”
“Like an engine that accelerates and stops?” She says.
You tilt your head in thought. “Somewhat, yes.”
