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[ the ship rocks, quite literally, with the force of its newest arrival. and although he looks a little banged up — one arm is bandaged just above the elbow along with the hand of the other, and there's a series of bruises and scrapes along his shoulders, collarbone, and face — he's still very much a force to be reckoned with. a force that just landed on the deck near the bow of the ship without bothering to keep the force of his landing in check after circling the ship once to see if there was any way the damned thing could lift itself into the air.
sea fairing ships that only have sea fairing capabilities unsettle him, and this whole situation (a whole ten minutes into it) pisses him off. ]
I'm not doing this.
[ playing whatever game this is or entertaining some idiot's idea of their own personal love boat. (bulma's mother introduced him to syndicated television. fear it.)
the ship rocks — again, quite literally — as he launches himself back into the air with a sudden burst of power, taking off into the sunset as if he'll be able to find something off in the distance.
an hour and a half later, he returns, angrier than he was before. his landing is gentler this time, but a gentle landing doesn't take away from the fact that a man with the ability to fly just landed on the deck as if that's something one does every day.
he found nothing. nothing. what the fuck was this place!? ]
sea fairing ships that only have sea fairing capabilities unsettle him, and this whole situation (a whole ten minutes into it) pisses him off. ]
I'm not doing this.
[ playing whatever game this is or entertaining some idiot's idea of their own personal love boat. (bulma's mother introduced him to syndicated television. fear it.)
the ship rocks — again, quite literally — as he launches himself back into the air with a sudden burst of power, taking off into the sunset as if he'll be able to find something off in the distance.
an hour and a half later, he returns, angrier than he was before. his landing is gentler this time, but a gentle landing doesn't take away from the fact that a man with the ability to fly just landed on the deck as if that's something one does every day.
he found nothing. nothing. what the fuck was this place!? ]
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