You are the Loving Flower. You are meek in spirit and wise beyond your years. You see the beauty in helping people, (shown in the two butterflies) and you find love to be one of the greatest gifts to mankind. You also respect individuality as well as nature The world needs more people like you! please rate! i worked hard, and even took the pics myself. it only takes a second to make a huge difference to me!
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So, I've been re-working a DragonBall Z fanfiction I started four years ago. Don't care for the series, don't read my thing; simple as that. Very different than text on someone's a**. Anyways, here's a snippet:
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To Root a Saiyan
Chapter 1: Of Aussies and Outlaws
Chapter 1: Of Aussies and Outlaws
“How am I? I’m bored shitless.”
Jeice sighs bluntly, catching a long-neck with one hand as is slides across the counter-top. The other hand props up his face, though with each moment it threatens to slip out and land upon the stained wood below. There simply seems to be no challenge in life anymore: he could wipe out all life on a planet without breaking a sweat, has more cash than he knows what to do with, and could swoon any female of his choosing. Sure to the average soldier this sounds like the perfect life. Yet for the orange mutant, the dream had become dull and seemingly pointless.
A gloved fist falls sharply to the bar top, leaving a deep impression. This has to stop— he is a Ginyu, after all.
“Easy there,” pipes-up the gnarled tender. He had finally recovered from Jeice’s earlier reply, and was returning to clean a beaten glass stein. “I’ll hav’ ta’ charge ya fer that.”
"Oh, is someone throwing a tantrum?” a low, familiar voice hisses from behind.
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