Attempt At Perfection [Bulla & Frostvite]

[Vanto Lux]

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[Bulla]

[/s] or something. As a Briefs, the blue haired teen knew if she couldn't find her way out then her brain and/or beauty could find a way out of anything. Her push didn't do much except maybe hurt his ego a little bit, but it did allow her to get another glimpse of the bandit in front of her. "Why are you so.. eck ugly?" Making a face, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. The usual bandit always did lack in hygiene and looks, but this one must have been the king of bandits because he was surely a face only a mother could love. Her body shivered in disgust and she crossed her arms over his chest, taking a step back from the thing. Already saying what she had for Vanto, this time she didn't notice his staring at her, but instead found herself watching the bandit as he 'warned' them.

His warning seemed to consist of him powering up a ki blast, so Bulla blinked uncrossing her arms slowly by her side. She began taking a step back to try and dodge the attack, but she was grabbed by the waist. Eyes widening in a bit of shock, her body just stayed still and pressed against her determined hero. "Oh.. goodness.." Her voice whispered lightly more to herself then him, as her cheeks began gathering heat. Goosebumps running up her and down her arms, the teen couldn't deny that she felt secure in his arms.

Forgetting everything that was happening right now, Bulla's eyes closed slowly and her cheek pressed against his chest. Arms raising to wrap themselves around the her he-... the sounds of rocks splitting and exploding took her right out of the moment and she opened her eyes quickly a bit dazed. Now.. what the hell was going on right now? She peeked around Vanto a bit to see the bandit then she remembered. "Right.. right.." Once the words were left from her lips, she felt herself being pushed from the warm body that was Vanto's and she licked her lips slowly frowning a bit that whatever that was... was over. Head tilt to the side, she watched him attack the bandit and clicked her tongue. "Go get him, Tiger...".[/ul][/justify]

[Frosvite]

The Death Beam he shot was not meant to pierce anyone, it was just meant to scare these guys a little by powering up and showing these humans that he's capable of landing destruction if he wanted to. Of course, that would probably cause them to run away, to which Frosvite can simply react with a chase, seeing his superior trait as a fighter is his speed, physically saying of course. There are so many possibilities to this situation, but seeing how these two teenagers acted when he first confronted them easily decreased the percents of quite the weird bunch of results from actually occurring. However, the major mistake was done when the Changeling saw the boy's ripped structure and completely ignored it. If he didn't, the engagement in battle would have been prevented before the boy got a chance to charge.

It would appear as if fighting them was inevitable due to his despair to get Zenni and live normally. It's only logical he would resort to being a bandit because of his hideous appearance, making him a freak on Earth (that much mentioned by the girl confronted as well once she managed to get a good look at his turban-wearing head and face). But not surprisingly at all, the girl was not the one to be charging head-on with the alien: the boy was. It was also the male between the two that seemingly took a more heroic act and treated the Changeling like the villain that he (supposedly at this situation) is. The securing act a moment earlier, protecting the girl from the thin beam also gave Frosvite the idea that this person is the main character in that event.

Frosvite could have ran away if he wanted to, quite easily actually. He could have prevented fighting if he felt like it hard enough and didn't need the money or the capsules. Unfortunately, only one of the requirements for his escape were met, and he was broke enough to assault two random teenagers only to get the money.

"!!"

Quickly enough, the boy charged forward and combat was engaged. At first analysis, not even going to react offensively to the first move his opponent gave off, Frosvite took the small amount of time he had for an overall look: the human's style of fighting was not yet determined but the use of two punches - one to the head and one to the throat - could mean this guy is either attacking randomly in rage, attacking randomly through what he was taught or is thinking of locking the alien's breath. The analysis didn't end with only testing the boy's way of attacking, but also treated the way his legs moved forward to close the distance between the opponent and himself. According to his analysis, Frosvite found that this boy's speed was splendid. In fact, he never really managed to face a human faster than this person.

It was remarkable to watch this almost blink-lasting moment for the alien. But as combat was engaged and two sides are needed for an actual battle, he had to take part as well. And to his luck, although the human's speed was astounding - just like every other human opponent he ever faced - this was nothing special, nothing the Changeling couldn't handle. Although the distance between the kid and the alien was closed quickly, the two punches were still not in a sufficient range to actually make contact with the target bandit. It looked as if the range of the attacks was for some reason not going to make it although the boy closed in on the bandit.

In truth, this was Frosvite's doing. Moving backwards with enough distance to avoid being hit even if barely, creating the same space he had with the boy before the arms had enough range to hit their mark. He prevented himself sending out an attack and instead preferred to analyze a little further, but his current fear and despair could not really be matched with. If this boy comes in on another attack - the alien will make his move.

[Vanto Lux]

The hit was sure to hit, Vanto didn't expect it not to. After all, he was the best fighter out of three here, right? There's no way of that being true for sure. Bulla's fighting abilities were unknown, although based on the way she was just standing there, they couldn't have been good. After all, if she truly possessed any combat skill, she would've jumped in after Vanto and aided him in battle. Then again, she was a girl, and while he half-expected her to help him, he half-expected her not to. He was the one that was supposed to protecting her, a stranger, really. The 'hero' had no strong bond with the girl, barely knowing her to begin with. The only reason he did know the blue haired diva was because she was his father's boss' daughter. Vanto felt obliged to protect the girl anyway, for the previously stated reason and another unknown one.

The heat of battle seemed to make everything go in slow motion. Vanto's right hand skimmed past the man's head, and his left hand grazed his throat. His eyes widened, the two combatants locking gazes. The bandit's inhuman eyes were fierce, examining Vanto as if he was some sort of specimen for study. It was also noted the hidden changeling didn't attack yet and was rather poise, taking Vanto's sudden attack with a grain assault. That was a tell-tale sign that whoever this thief was, was a conditioned fighter, despite his poor introduction. "Nice dodge," Vanto complimented, whispering so that only his opponent could hear.

Utilizing the momentum from his attack, he allowed his fist to keep going while placing a foot on the ground. Using his planted foot as a pivot, the fighter spun around and extended his leg out, attempting to slam the entire bottom of his foot into thief's chest. The kick was hesitant, Vanto feeling remorseful. He began to think about the thief; all bandits became a bandit for a reason. Also, like Bulla said; this guy was ugly. Ugly to the point where he could've ben shunned by everyone, including his parents and peers. He could've been forced to become a thief, to live off the streets for the rest of his life.

His gaze still on his target, Vanto frowned slightly, a sympathetic look in his eyes. If the kick landed, it wouldn't of hurt as much as one would think. Mostly because Vanto lessened the force of it. He could be attacking an innocent person, doing what he has to do survive. Or he could be attacking somebody evil, who preys on thirteen year olds. His face reverted back to its fierce expression, piercing onyx eyes on the changeling. Regardless if the kick landed as it was supposed to or not, Vanto would kick off the man, sending him sliding back near Bulla, away from the attacker. "I'm giving you one last chance, get outta here!" Vanto shouted, bouncing up and down in place, still in his stance.

[Bulla]

[/b]" Not that she was saying he wasn't stronger than her, but Bulla was pretty sure that the two here knew that she was the weakest in the group. And despite this strong feeling that she couldn't have anything happening to Vanto, the teen knew that this thing wasn't going to kill him. "... take off the disguise. I think you have one on, if you don't well.. it doesn't matter cause you do" Her hand absentmindedly squeezed Vanto's, while the other placed itself on her hip. Gaze on the thing, she shook her head with a small frown, rolling her eyes. "I'll give you money and whatever you need if you just show me.. and tell me who and what you are.".

It was just to strange. This scared cowardly bandit that could barely control himself from peeing in front of the two had now turned into a somewhat confident analyzing foe that could prove to be a problem for her hero. Oh.. hell no.. something was indeed up and Bulla wanted to get to the bottom of it. And that little attack he did? It most definitely reminded her of someone..
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[Frosvite]

Some fighters can tell that they can only understand the way of another men by exchanging fists, by giving out a blow from your soul. This perhaps applied to Frosvite and Vanto as well, seeing how the human boy did not back down from attacking upon seeing his opponent only analyzing him, even going as far as to compliment the stranger with two words that together, touched the coward deeply. Although hidden by the cape, from up close the raven-haired boy should have heard the Changeling's words. "Ah, thank you! Your grip is not bad too!" He answered back quickly with a smile, referring not to the grip of the hand and fist but more to the control over his arms. It appeared that the bandit approved of the opponent's power only by analyzing and feeling the wind, the air pressure made from those two punches.

Soon the boy would send a kick to which Frosvite decided to react in quite a different way, instead of dodging or blocking like usually he would put both of his arms stretched out at the kick, hands wide open as he allowed himself to hover in the air, giving himself a small push but receiving no damage as the kick only moved his location. Once the boy bounced back near the girl, she suddenly called for a stop which Frosvite couldn't really understand. Did she give up and decide to follow the bandit's will? Or perhaps is she going to surprise them all with her super powers which surpass everyone? The threatened yet desperate Changeling currently held on to the more negative thought, the one he was not going to like.

And yet, it was the one the bandit preferred at this situation. She asked him to take off the disguise and reveal himself to the duo in exchange for the Zenni and capsules he wanted. At that point, he hesitated quite a lot about stealing from the two: perhaps they seemed mean at the start, but that boy really wasn't such a bad fellow - that much can be said from the compliment and the heroic act. As for the girl, surrendering to protect the safety of the other was a wise and noble choice. "Y-You really mean it? Well..." He had enough trust in them right now, enough to reveal his true form (not actual one though, the ascended true form of a Changeling could be frightening).

"Okay, you said it, so keep your word!" Although said with a little doubt and once again going with the shaking tone - in addition to taking two steps back slowly as the process began, Frosvite really trusted the girl's word enough for a full tell. Removing his cape and his turban for the first time in a long while, the Changeling revealed his chestnut-like head and the 45 degree horns going slightly backwards. His face consisted of black and orange colors with a few silver spots and a scouter was seen on the left side of the face, covering his eye. Embarrassed of his look, the Changeling began to blather talk.

"Ummm, well, I'm sorry for attacking you... I just really needed the- Umm, yeah, answering... I'm Frosvite, and I'm not really from this world... But I-I was sort of, well, banished to it..." His structure told it all. He was a relative of Frieza, or at least of the same race as the cold tyrant. That much, a smart girl like that should have already figured out. Hopefully she wouldn't suspect him lying to her or wanting to kill him only for his race. "I, I'm living off as a bandit because of... Well, nobody would hire me because of how freakish I look, and, ummm, I'm not living alone- Ah! Sorry, I went off-topic! I mean," He stopped there to take a deep breath.

Calming himself down, the scared bandit gathered his courage (as much as he had) and spoke clearly, eyes still showing that same expression. That same embarrassed, scared expression.

"I am Frosvite. A member of the royal Cold family and a bandit on Earth. I am an alien to you humans."

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto's fatigue lingered heavily and it was kind of a miracle that the boy was able to react and fight as he did. Right now, he could've went for an extremely long nap, but he was faced with a dilemma in front of him. A bandit, terrorizing Vanto and his girlfriend blue haired acquaintance. He had play hero, feeling that he had to play tough in order to keep this girl interested and also keep his ego intact. He was ready to spring back into action when Bulla grasped his hand gingerly, his bouncing ceasing almost automatically. His eyes narrowed, his cheeks turning a light red. "Wh-what are you--" he stammered, whipping his head back.

Again, he was mesmerized. Since he met this girl, Vanto always found himself staring at her, his eyes widening. He zoned out for the first couple of seconds then refocused, only hearing the last part of her sentence. No way this guy was stronger than him! The teen's face scrunched up as he turned back to the bandit, eying him in disbelief. Although he was definitely was no pro, he knew when someone was stronger and they had to be equal in strength, at least. His face only got redder, this time from embarrassment and he turned his head away from the bandit. "Yeah, whatever." he muttered. The black haired boy felt Bulla's hand squeeze his, almost in reassurance, and he found himself squeezing it back, slowly moving his fingers around in effort to interlock their hands.

Realizing what he was doing, Vanto yanked his hand away and stuffed it into his pocket. Upon hearing Bulla speaking, he slowly began to turned his head back to her, looking at her in shock. Then he looked at the bandit. "How do you know he's weaing a disguise?" he inquired, looking the turban clad bandit over. Assuming Bulla had some sort of plan up her sleeve, he decided to stand there, watching the bandit carefully.

The incognito changling reverted from the analytical fighter back to his cowardly self, saying something about Bulla keeping her word about the zenni. Then the theif began to undress, Vanto's eyes widening as he saw the changeling reveal himself. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins, his entire body shaking from a new found fear.

This guy looked like Frieza! Vanto may have only seen the tyrant on T.V once or twice, but that was enough for him. The horns, the same shaped head, it was creepy. After a lengthy introduction, the bandit revealed himself to be a member of Frieza's family, which in Vanto's mind, put the two fighters on bad terms. Maybe Bulla was right; Vanto could've been largely outmatched, seeing as this alien was apart of Frieza's race AND family.

"!!" Vanto stuttered, raising a shaking arm toward Frosvite. "Y-Y-You l-look l-like..."

[Bulla]

[/b]" That was the only that came to mind as she waited for his 'true self' to be revealed. While she waited, it was only then that she knew where her hand was. The slight squeeze that Vanto returned to her hand made her pause, then sigh mentally at her actions. The teen could blame that the two were playing the hero and damsel in distress roles to well, but she couldn't necessarily lie to herself in that way. Even at the young age of thirteen, Bulla had had a few boyfriends here and there. Some of them being silly crushes that warped her mind into thinking she had a boyfriend, but some had been actual relationships.

Either way.. she knew when her body wanted something, but this time it was different. This guy had her feeling things she hadn't felt before. It was strange, yet wonderful at the same time. The way he looked at her.. it made her heart flutter. Stomach fill with butterflies and... oh dammit. Closing her eyes, she sighed mentally resisting the urge to gag at herself. The feeling slowly went away as the blue haired teen's fingers were interlocked with the dark haired teen. As quickly as the little act happened, it just as quickly went away and her hand was left feeling cold and incomplete. "You so want me.." That little sentence of conceitedness wasn't suppose to have came out, but it was to late to deny it now and she was sure the words had some truth to it. Despite her lack of strength, she did make up for it in brains. "I just did.. surprised you didn't" With all of Vanto's questions answered, she could now focus all her attention on the maybe misunderstood person forced to take the role of villain?

As an conceited spoiled pretty girl, watching him undress made her face mix into something of disgust and pity. Bulla didn't know what to expect when she was right about his disguise, but she didn't expect to see a Frieza looking goon coming out of the closet per say. Were all aliens ugly and disfurged? Gosh.. why couldn't there be anymore Zarbons running among the Earth trying to take over? He reminded her of a pumpkin that her sister had cut wrong into a disfigured mess on time during Halloween season. Her heart poured out for him with pity, yet was applauding him for his brave unmasking. The little speech he given.. well it wasn't odd to her that he was a nice guy. Zarbon was somewhat of a nice guy alien, so why couldn't this Frosvite guy be one as well? "Thank you, but I think we already know your an alien..".

It was time to keep her word.. she suppose. Reaching into her pocket, Bulla pulled out a few empty capsules and started to throw them at the alien, but paused considering that he really was a nice guy. He didn't have to be exposed to her bitchy nature just yet, even though she could recall herself calling him ugly not even five minutes ago. "A deal is a deal... here you go" Her tongue ran across her bottom lip as she made her way over to the 'Cold' alien with her hand outstretched containing the capsules. The money he can obtain later. He was interesting and she wanted to know more. Though having not met Frieza personally like her mother had, she knew his gang wouldn't be caught dead faking such coward and unconfident ways. But he was different.. why was that? "He looks like Frieza.. yeah. I'm sure he knows.." The comment was directed at her so called hero. It was cute.. maybe he needed a hug?[/justify][/ul]

[Frosvite]

That honestly wasn't so bad. Now looking at those two humans after he revealed himself, while one was scared out of his wits upon seeing the actual form of the bandit he put up such a brave act in-front a second ago and the other seemed calm - or perhaps desperate to live and therefore kept her word although the arrogance and mean attitude she showed earlier. It amazed Frosvite how the girl put up with the fact he was a relative of Frieza so easily, not looking stressed by the fact at all even if a little reaction was given. Just as expected of someone with her brains, the outcome should have came to her eventually that the bandit was an alien, or perhaps a more powerful kind of creature. According to the two teens' reactions, the Changeling could keep his analysis even if he didn't really want to at the moment. He didn't though, it was only another opportunity to study the human race and their typical reactions to certain situations, something the small alien was quite fascinated by. Never has he answered to someone's request to take off his disguise positively.

As the girl approached, Frosvite began developing other kinds of thoughts, not really necessary or important ones either way. Thoughts that involve the two humans' knowledge in Earth's animals, actually, immediately looking at him and saying he's an alien although a type of lizard with horns does exist and he could easily be considered a furry amongst humans. Well, not easily, but that's the cover. With the turban it worked quite good actually.

"Ummm, thank you!" No doubt, this Changeling failed as a bandit. He even thanked the woman with a slight smile, quite the glad expression on his face in response to the blue haired's comment about the deal having to be done. Then again, he never really wanted to kill them in the first place, and his fearing personality (the real one) should be more than enough of an explanation as to why he would even thank a victim after a successful attack. The capsules thrown at him earlier didn't mind him, he just closed his eyes every time a capsule landed on him and didn't when one was near the ground. Slowly he sent out his hand to grab the capsules from the teen female's hands, hesitating a bit at start - that much could have been seen on his face too, but eventually he just grabbed it quite quickly and immediately put in his pants' pocket.

Even though they were probably not happy to see his real form, Frosvite was still glad this was done without harming anybody and that he can finally get his Zenie and capsules - to sell them of course for more Zenie so he could buy some real food to the animals that for some reason crowd near him in his small hole in the wall he calls 'home' and 'cave'. "Ummm, uhh... Please don't take me the wrong way, I mean, I may look like Frieza, but I assure you I'm not! I mean, ummm, I do, but I'm not like him! You, you get it." He was a little stressed, even happy in a way. Happy enough to even chuckle a little in his last sentence (as much as it was clear). Perhaps he was glad to have met these humans, or just taking off that weight off his chest without telling a single human about who he is.

"Well, it's not a big hoard, but it's plenty." He wanted to take off to the skies and leave, "But the Zenie would have been appreciated a little more." He whispered to himself right before finishing a full 180 degrees turn and getting to the stance in which he would begin flying away.

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[Vanto Lux]

It was truly amazing how Bulla kept her head through the entire situation. The young man managed to compose himself, a sharp exhale leaving his mouth. “Ahem.” the boy cleared his throat before glancing over to his blue haired friend. Vanto would not have given the zenni and capsules to the changeling, especially since he was a relative of Frieza. His blood was still boiling, Vanto feeling he had something more against the alien now. After all , he attacked them: revealing himself to be a changeling was adding salt to the wound. Biting down on his lip, he ran a hand over his sore, bare torso before realizing that he was still looking at Bulla. She probably thinks I‘m a creeper, he thought to himself, his eyes slowly moving from the girl back to Frosvite, who he looked at with total disdain.

Vanto's expression softened, his lips now curling into a pout. His eyes dropping to the floor. He really felt bad for the guy. Vanto couldn't imagine living the way the changeling did, stealing from people. The sad thing was, there was no malice behind it: it was something that had to be done. It was either steal and live another day or starve to death. His arms across his chest, he watched Frosvite closely, seeing his hesitance to take the capsules and money. Amazed at the way he went from coward to analytical then to nice guy (who happened to related to a tyrant). Still astounded by that and Bulla's levelheadedness, he strolled forward, once against standing next to Bulla and in front of Frosvite. "Even if you guys are relatives, it still creepy how much you guys look alike." he let out, feeling a bit more comfortable. Vanto ignored what Bulla said the entire time, in a vain attempt to protect his ego just in case she insulted him or made him feel unintelligent. His ego was already bruised because of the way he freaked out upon seeing the bandit's 'true' form.

So many questions filled Vanto's head now, Frosvite's introduction opening doors to several things. The boy pondered, sliding his arms down his torso and to his hips. Why did Frosvite, the relative of a someone who rules over a planet with an iron fist, resort to stealing. Shouldn't he be sitting in the lap of luxury, being fed grapes freshly picked from the tree by the sexiest, naked women on earth? Vanto didn't know exactly for sure what Frosvite's ranking was amongst his family, or if there was even a ranking, but he had to be low on the social latter. Something clicking in Vanto, he glanced over to Bulla then to Frosvite, staring at the back of the changeling's head. "If you're related to Frieza..." he said, pausing to organize his thoughts. "Why are you out here, stealing from people? Aren't you royalty?"

[Bulla]

... since he was an ally of Frieza, the question did come to mind on why Frosvite didn't just take capsules from his family member? Or even her home if he needed them so bad. Frieza sent his goons at least once a week to take her mother's inventions, maybe even twice a week if he felt like it. And that thought alone made her realize that she could trust this.. alien creature. The two members of this so called Cold family were completely opposite.. different types of aliens all together aside from their looks. "Don't worry about it.. Frosvite?" Pausing to frown, the teen raised a brow at the similarity in names. "... so are there people named Fridge? Ice? What's with the Cold names?" Hmm.. she suppose somewhere in space the family probably had a rival family called the Hot family. Aliens were so weird.

Even without looking.. she could tell he was staring at her. It made those silly butterflies flutter around in her stomach as her breathing got more shallow. He was making her look like an immature teen and she liked it.. and then she didn't. A deep breath was sucked into her chest, glancing at Vanto from the corner of her blue orbs she frowned lightly. "Don't you obviously know the answer? And here I thought you were our hero in this scenario.." Turning back to the changeling, Bulla crossed her arms. Her head tilted to the side and she took a good look at his appearance. You would have thought the more she looked at him, the better his looks would mold into something not bad looking. But it wasn't that simple. The more she took in, the more she felt more pity at him and slight disgust. No wonder he needed to hide behind clothing.

"He's the black sheep in the family. The 'nice' one or the one that wants to go against what the others are doing by doing something else.." Taking a minute to pause, she huffed and shrugged her shoulders. "Or.. his family just doesn't like him. Plain and simple.".

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[Frosvite]

This was not a first for Frosvite, telling others his past that is. There was already an encounter like that not too long ago in East City's ruins where he met some really mean guys, unlike these two humans who appeared to welcome him and accept him the way he was after hearing his story and seeing how much of a coward he is. At that time he really wished he wasn't going to stay as long as he did, but right now the bandit felt a little bad that he would have to leave this new party he happened to hop into accidentally. He trusted these two humans by now, although it is best not to do so for they could still turn him in to Frieza, the man that banished him to this planet in the first place. Not that he really put his concerns on that, believing that everything will turn out alright if he'll take off as soon as possible after giving them all the info they wanted to get from him.

Right now there was another question he had to answer, and without any doubts at all an answer was thrown out. "It's true." He said, turning back to the two humans before continuing on with his answer. It was all planned ahead in case he would have to go through this questioning process, but never did he believe he will answer willingly or anything - or better yet, allow them to live through it. He despised taking away life more than anything, and there were a few times where he made the hit he most didn't want, the hit that finished off the victims. This case went on for his luck, so it seems. "What she said, it's true." He added. Referring to the girl as 'she' was probably the most polite way of referring to her at the moment he could conclude to, as Frosvite was yet to know the names of these two humans and didn't want to bother them with asking when he was the current subject. Besides, he already gave off his name, it was their choice to reply with theirs or not to.

"I'm sort of not really living off my family's wealth anymore," He began with quite the depressed tone, "but I'm still a cold royalty. Not that the royal family will include me as their member anymore... But still, I'm still a Cold Family royalty!" He said, trying to prove himself right only by raising his voice's tone a little. His beliefs were at the moment desperate, but that's what he chose to follow ever since being banished to this planet where he was forced to live in the lower rank - even when his ray of returning to royalty came. "I was the only soldier in Cold's Empire to be a pacifist. Once they found out that I didn't really kill anybody willingly or just failed missions from my own will, Frieza came to a talk with me. It started out nice, because, cousin Frieza still liked me and was worried about me at that time, but... It ended with me being sent here... Unfortunately..."

When giving out the testimony, right near the ending - the part he didn't want to go into, his voice began breaking down and his head was turned lower the more he spoke. Then it hit him he had to leave before too much was going to be said. He might have been on a questioning, and he could put up with telling them about his past which he regrets right now, but any more and they could lose all faith they have in him. Besides, that incident happened over 20 years ago, who knows if Frieza still feels that way for Frosvite. "Oh, Ummm, I'm sorry, I went on blathering again!" He opened in stress. "Ummm, there's not really a place I need to go, but, you see, I mean... Ummm, I'm sorry for attacking!"

Fearing for losing his trust, he powered up and burst up to the skies before it was too late. He was still in range where he could hear them, only because his personal feelings for them right now were as if a man worrying for his children or a preschooler with his friends. Quite the bad examples, but he was worried about them and trusted them at this point.

[Vanto Lux]

Vanto stood there, arms once again crossed over his chest, black eyes on Frosvite's small figure. He stood there, his face giving off a sympathetic look, his eyes glossy. It was really sad, Frosvite's predicament. It also wasn't helping that Bulla was giving the alien the most pitiful look ever, and that Vanto was doing the same. Then, Bulla's comment made him look at her, smirking. Vanto liked the way she said it all "matter-of-a-factly", as if she trying to keep her image in front of him. it was obvious that in the little time they had spent together, Vanto was having an effect on Bulla, and vice-versa. The teen often found himself flustered whenever she said something. When the bandit first appeared, for some odd reason, Vanto felt that he needed to protect the girl. He still felt like that. The boy felt that he couldn't let anything happen to Bulla, which was strange, seeing as they have only known each other for a little over an hour.

The glossiness of his eyes left, the black orbs now falling onto the talking alien. Vanto raised a hand, moving a misplaced bang from his forehead before stuffing both hands into his sweatpants pockets, the bandages ruffling slightly, unraveling a bit. Hearing Frosvite's story made the tension in the air dissipate immediately, Vanto now dropping the fact he was a Cold family member and thinking of him as a fellow living being, a friend even. Despite only knowing Frosvite for a few minutes, Vanto's opinions have fluctuated between good and bad several times. The vibes were now good, and after the changeling finished his story, Vanto's head dropped to the ground. How could this nice guy be related to that Tyrant. Suddenly, a light went off in Vanto's head, his face practically glowing now. Raising his head at Frosvite, who had taken the position of someone that was about to jet off.

"I'm Vanto," he exclaimed randomly, placing a hand on Bulla's shoulder. "...and this beautiful girl right here is Bulla." the sudden introduction was meant to alarm both Bulla and Frosvite. But there was a reason to it..

[Bulla]

[/b]" Raising a brow, she pulled away from her thoughts to turn to Frosvite and nodded lightly. It was true.. of course it was true. The teen couldn't fight, but she could read people in an instant. And Frosvite? He was an easy person to read, plus he was a nice person. He didn't deserve to have the title 'Cold', when in reality.. all he was was warm.

Shaking her head, she quickly wiped the pity look off her face and smiled lightly. "No worries. I am always rambling about something. If you just mention the word shopping I go off and on about sal-" Bulla blinked surprised at how suddenly Frosvite flew into the skies. Eh.. did she scare him off? Hopefully that wasn't the case. The Changeling was strong and she needed strong friends around her. The hero role was taken, but she still needed that shy supporting strong character favorite to make this adventure an amazing one. Strength wasn't going to be her specialty, she knew that already. Of course, it hadn't been her mothers either when she was running around with Goku and the others. So, who says that Frosvite and Vanto couldn't be her Goku and Krillin? They could fight crime and overrule Frieza if they worked together.

The word beautiful automatically took her attention to the dark haired teen and she smirked. Her arm slowly wrapping around his waist as she leaned against him. "Aren't you the sweet one..".[/ul][/justify]

[Frosvite]

After taking himself airborne, Frosvite remained near the ground a little only so he could hear the two in their last words to him, even though he was kind of stressed at the moment and only wished to be able to run away. He liked having these two knowing him now, being capable of treating them like real friends like the treats all of those animals that 'live' with him back at that certain spot in Paozu. He didn't have the best of fun, but really was relieved to have made two friends (even if they weren't on the best terms and they weren't quite 'friends' just yet to those two teenagers) and best of all - he can now go and sell those capsules for the Zenie he needs to make a living this week. This really was a good hoard, friendship and some money while at it. The main problem right now was to make people believe him he's a merchant when attempting to sell those Capsules at West City.

"Vanto and the beautiful Bulla, huh? Haha, great!! I can't wait to tell everyone about today!" He told himself in joy as he flew away from the area, just after the introduction of the boy, giving off the two humans' names and after the girl's brief explanation of her own blather (well, whatever he managed to hear at least). By everyone he meant the animals that live with him, the only creatures that perhaps any kind of understanding towards him and that didn't judge him deciding on his appearance when first encountering him. Perhaps that's what Frosvite could call 'best friends'.

Before getting to the city though, the Changeling couldn't help but notice he forgot a very important part of himself just laying there on the mountain, a part that was essential for his disguise: the turban and the cape. "Ah! I'm uncovered!! Darn it..." He told himself, stopping himself immediately and changing course back to Mt. Paozu to pick up what he forgot. He was so caught up in his feelings of stress and hidden cheerfulness that he forgot all about being rejected by humanity thanks to how he looks so weird - not even looking like a proper Lizardman furry if the turban was ever to be left out.

[FROSVITE EXIT/4 POST ROUNDS]