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"Eh, chotto matte!" Po-ar called, halting Vincent. "Bulma-san was supposed to be with my cousin and Ashiru-chan never met up with me at the mall like she was supposed to. Demo..."
"That's because your cousin left me waiting at the coffee shoppe." Bulma answered from the window of the kitchen in Capsule Corp's main living building.
Po-ar turned around in surprise, "Bulma-san! Konnichiwa!" he rushed over to the window. "These are some friends of mine, Morrigan-chan soshite Vincent-sempai. Can they stay for dinner?"
The blue haired woman smiled, "Hai, the more the merrier. Vejita, we're having two more guests!" she called back behind her.
Obviously, and much to the Saiya-jin Oji's dismay, his wife had him setting the table.

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Translations:

Chotto matte = Wait
Demo = But
Konnichiwa = Hello!
soshite = and
Hai = Yes

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Maeve and Thom wandered the city streets for awhile, but dark was fast approaching and neither of them had enough chnage in their pockets for food or shelter. Maeve relized what a sight the two of them must look- her in all her lolita-goth glory, Thom all in black with his bright purple tench coat, both dripping wet and with swords buckled on their belts.

"So, any bright ideas?' she asked as they came to a street corner. In response, Thom pulled out his fiddle from teh case and a small tin flute ((also known as Irish whistle)) handing the latter to Maeve. He opened the case all the way, tossed a few coins in and began to play under the light of a street-lamp.

The girl smiled at her twin and his fiddle; at least one thing remained consistant wherever they went and whatever happened. Maeve put the whistle to her mouth and began to play alongside him, with soft accompiment.

Ashuri smiled, "Well, my cousin will fight the being possessing you. He will, basically, open a small enough portal to insert himself into your brain. If he succeeds, he can trap the thing taking over your body in another made portal. If he fails, he will simply return through his portal, close it off, and we'll then have to think of another option."

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Trunks was quite taken aback, "Konnichiwa, Okasan." he said, suddenly finding himself standing before Bulma.
"Trunks! When did you get back? Ashuri-chan's been worried about you." the blue haired woman replied.
"Hai, I know. Gomen. Demo.... Where is Ashuri?" he asked.
Bulma shrugged, "She ran off to do something or other. She said she would meet me, but she never showed up."
"Do you think it's trouble?"
The woman continued cooking, "She just said she would meet me. I suppose when she's finished, she'll come here."
Po-ar however, was worried. Not only about Ashuri being late, but about Morrigan beating the crap out of her brother.

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Ashuri smiled, "It's perfectly safe. Po-ar uses this technique for mind control over enemies."
Though she left out the part about how Po-ar had done the same thing to Vejita once and, to drive the Tarnb-jin out, Ashuri had been forced to, very nearly, mortally wound her cousin in the process.
"It is his natural born ability. You will be fine."

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Dark eyes watched the many people wandering the road, cowl of travelling cloak pulled over low so as to hide the features of the young woman leaning against the wall of a disused shop, 'er booted feet crossed casually at the ankle.

Wudande was nervous, this was the first time in years that she had entered a civalised place and had no idea on how to react to the folks within it or even if they would welcome her, most likely not. She knew what would happen if anyone knew her heratige, all she wanted was to fit in but there seemed too many people with closed minds, too many people whom would just love to push her aside.

Huffing slightly she lifted her head to the sky thoughtfully and sunk in to herself.

Ashuri spoke of these mind portals as if they were a natural part of life, for her and her cousin maybe, but for Lythia, this was completely new. Yet for some odd reason, she trusted this new woman.. and trusting someone was something she hadn't done for quite a while.
"So when should we leave?"

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Devon glided through the air with a beaming look on her face. The day was perfect, although the poor building didn't think so. Having flown to all the major shopping pavilions and finding them closed, she decided that there was no point in wasting away the day to wait for their openings, so instead, the woman regained her footing on the ground and decided on a choice of actual exercise. Besides, walking during a hot day wasn't too bad, it's just the sweating later that's a nuisance, but that she'll wait until later to fix up.

A different planet? This was too incredible to be true. Lythia was never much of a traveler and now she was going on a trip through the universe... how delightful. Smiling, she said, "Your cousin sounds very busy, to have guests over every night. He must have a team of cooks!"

After a while Soy got dressed, the afternoon becomming late. She pulled on her two coloured tank top, as well as her jeans, careful of the straps she had dangling close to the pockets.
The Saiya-jin liked her style, but realized that maybe it was a little beyond the norm for these times. Plus this particular outfit was made with material that was common to the Saiya-jin's uniforms of this time, the Professor told her, so that they would not easily burn or tear. When the woman would fight, she would sling the straps over her shoulders, making it easier for her to fight (and to not repeat an embarassing episode one time with Serge...). But Soy felt like she wanted to fit in with this era, so she would have to dress like them.
Her hair though, she would keep, so she had to look for the proper dye to do her strands again. The woman pocketed the money, then resumed to clean up her small room. She remembered to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, so no maid would come in and clean. Her other things, she thought cleverly to herself, she hid around the room.
Placing the staff under the mattress, Soy also flattened out her pack as well to make sure it did not leave the bed unlevel. Surely no one would go look under there for the brief time she was gone.
Then the woman opened her window, flying on out.

It wasn't until an hour or so later that the female Saiya-jin was quite proud of the shopping that she did. She was careful of her money, but she did have less of it none the less. In her hands she carried bags from a few different clothing departments, outfits that she knew would make her fit in better. She still wore her original outfit, not ready for a change yet.
But she felt like going for a walk for some odd reason. Maybe she'd run into another one. Maybe not.
Soy took a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh, but her sharp ears picked up something. Was it music?
Curious, she was drawn to the sound and came upon the sight of twins performing. A smile came over her lips, remember the ways people would entertain back under the oppresion of the Waikkius Army. She herself took the job of a performer to support her and Gohan up until they were discovered.
But they were good times, a gentle light in the darkness.
Moving the bags into her one hand, Soy fished out some money with her free one. She took out some bills, and the coins, knowing that they wouldn't be of much use to her. She knew how to handle money, but it didn't seem necessary to her now (especially after the fall of the Waikkius Army). With a smile still on her face, she placed the money within the case but continued to stand an watch.