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Ashuri sighed, looking at the dress in the window.
"You would look great in that!"
The woman smiled, glancing over to Bulma who stood at her side. "I know... but I can't afford it right now. Not until next week anyway."
"But isn't tomorrow your anniversary?" Bulma asked, turning to look at her friend and the wife of the woman's future son. "Trunks will no doubt be taking you somewhere great."
She sighed again, "I know and that's my problem. I would be just as content to spend a quite night alone and together."
"He's on assignment again, isn't he?"
Ashuri nodded, turning and leaning against the window slightly as she watched the air cars speed back and forth down the street.
"They've been working him pretty hard lately." she admitted, her shoulders slumping at the mere thought. "And I haven't actually gotten to spend more than two minutes with him for nearly a month."
"But he calls, right?" Bulma asked, frowning, "Because if he doesn't..."
"No. No." the woman answered, holding her hands up and waving away Bulma's comment. "He calls. Every day in fact, at least once, but it's not the same as having him here."
Her friend shrugged, looking back to the window and continuing to shop from the street. "Well, my husband, your cousin, rarely makes an appearance. He's been working out a lot... oddly enough. He told me the other day that he felt like he was slacking off."
Ashruri laughed, "Veijita? Slack off?" her laughter grew, "I'd pay to see that."
With a laugh to match, Bulma took Ashuri by the arm. "Come on, let's go and get a cappucino." she smiled, the look become quite mischevious. "I can tell you a few other choice things my husband's said recently."
"Oh?" Ashuri replied, her eyebrows going up in curiosity. "As long as you're buying, I'm all ears."

And thus, that is how the two spent the day; shopping, eating, and gossiping.
Could life have been any more peaceful?

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A car zipped past Soy, her hair getting blown back to the side. She reached up an idle hand, brushing away the strands of blue and purple from her eyes as she gazed around at her settings.
Such technological advances. Funny, how back in her time they were just starting to achieve what West City had today. Once she thought about it, how long would it take for her world to completely finish building?
The Saiya-jin turned her back to the designated street, staring at the crowds of oblivious people before her. How she envied them. By her time they would all be dead, that their mistakes and ignorance left the future in a world of destruction.
But she would have to fix that, even if it took all of her life.
She knew the consequences of altering the past. By all technicalities she would not exist 300 years later, nor would the others.
"Hey sis!" a boy cried out, and Soy immediately focused on the voice of a young child chasing after an older woman. At seeing this, did she relax, having tensed up for a moment.
It's been a few days since she had arrived, the woman reminded herself. They would not miss her, and she had plenty of time.
That thought brought a smile to Soy's lip, the woman pushing forward into the crowd, her arm bumping into the shoulder of a woman in a white shirt and black vest on her way in.

Soy blinked, noting that her subconscious had taken over her strength as usual. When she turned to look at the hand on her shoulder, she stared at the woman who approached her.
Damn it, Soy, she thought to herself, you just had to try knocking someone over.
The Saiya-jin put up an apologetic look, but the appearance of the other struck a familiarity within her. Her eyes strayed down to her waist, noticing that the furry thing there was not a belt.
This was an original, and she just had to go and bump into her.
She tried to let her confusion, or surprise, not show, instead meeting the brown eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have watched where I was going..." she hesitated on the question some more, debating whether or not to give away her secret.
"I'm not from around this part of Earth," she half lied, or was vague, which worked just the same. "Not used to big crowds."

Friendly...Trusting...
Soy gave a sad smile, but decided that if these were indeed her ancestors, that she would eventually have to interact with them. Her blue eyes lit up on that notion as she tucked away a strand of green hair behind her ear.
"Thank you," she smiled more, sticking out a gloved hand in what could be their formal greet. "Soy Nitron is my name," she spoke boldly, almost catching herself but again, she was in the past. They never heard of her.
She heard of them.

The woman smiled, taking Soy's hand in greeting. "I'm Ashuri Briefs and this is..." she stopped, thinking for a moment.
She could not really call Bulma her mother-in-law, since in fact they looked the same age. Time travel was something quite unknown, and Ashuri wanted to keep it that way.
"This is my friend, Bulma Briefs." Ashuri laughed slightly, "We kind of related."
Bulma smiled, nodding her head, "Nice to meet you Soy."

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Her smile disappeared, however, as someone hovered above the stampeding crowd. Looking up at the individual, she realized it was a saiya-jin. 'Damn those flyers,' a part of her thought, while the other kept quiet. Waving her staff slightly, she once again camouflaged into the scene, and pushed through the crowd with an invisible force. Her aim now was to not be discovered. She enjoyed this life too much for it to be ended so soon, especially when she was torturing the body of this innocent Lythia.

Ashuri however, came to an abrupt halt. She stopped in midair, looking down at the crowds of people below.
'That was a Tarnb-jin's ki...' she thought to herself, strainning her eyes and her senses to pick up the source of this catastrophe.
While doing this, Ashuri never saw Soy in the air. Her concentration expanded, taking in the whole of the block...
"There!" the woman shouted, pointing down to a figure with a black staff in hand. "Tomeru!" and Ashuri quickly flew in the figure's direction.

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(((OOC: Yes, I use Japanese from time to time...)))

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Translations:

Kami-sama = God
Tomeru = Stop!

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