Post by Tomoroko on Aug 5, 2015 18:08:13 GMT
There were a lot of things about her home planet that Tomoroko didn't know, or rather she didn't remember. Natto had done a good job the last few days filling her in on the more serious scenarios concerning the planet, like the attack on Arcosia for instance. What still surprised her the most was the man she had fallen for was now commander in chief of the army... never in a million years did she think of approaching such a title, or anyone who bore it but now things were different... she promised Natto she would always be by his side and she meant it. That meant she had to get much much stronger....
All these thoughts flooded the young girls mind as she wandered the streets of the city she had just moved her mother two. In her hands she held onto a single paper bag with the groceries her mother had asked her to buy. She was completely distracted from the world around her as she focused solely on her thoughts and keeping her body moving. She was still wearing the training weights that Natto had given her and still wasn't quite used to the added weight. She was extremely slow as of late and so just went with the flow until she got the hang of it.
As she walked passed one shop after another, she was finally stopped by a tall, thin alien she did not recognize. The man had short red hair that was spiked straight back behind his head with black eyes that seemed to sparkle for whatever reason. He resembled saiyans in a sense... however he had no tail, and his skin was an odd tint of red as well...He wasn't even wearing any armor, instead he was wearing some sort of fancy clothing the likes Tomo hadn't seen before. The young girl raised an eyebrow as she was abruptly pulled from her own thoughts and looked up at the taller man.
"Can I help you?"
She asked suspiciously but the man only seemed to swoon at her voice, clapping his hands once excitedly as she started to step around Tomoroko as if taking in her every angle. Tomo grit her teeth as her hands balled into fists, ready to punch the man out if he even attempted to put a hand on her.
"I hope you can miss! oh my yes I think... yes yes yes. My dear sorry for not introducing myself.My name is Dimatrian. I run this local Armory however, lately things haven't sold and I believe it's because we don't have the right model for the job... nothing against you saiyans, but most of you are too brutish to pull off the true beauty of my designs. Please would you come with me inside? I would love for you to model our designs. Of course I will pay you for your time young lady..."
The man had finally stopped circling her, stopping ahead of her with a hopeful look on his face. He did seem to be sincere, and very different from everyone else she had met... of course it would make sense that they would allow an alien on the planet if he was able to make some quality armor... maybe she should stop by and see what he had to offer... when she outgrew this weighted armor, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have a sturdy set to protect her in battle... maybe she could even find something unlike the traditional saiyan armor...
"Tomoroko... don't call be young lady... and I guess if you're paying, I can give your armor a try... but the first sign of funny business and I'm knocking your teeth out, got it?"
She warned the man who nodded furiously, as if funny business was the last thing on his mind. She ushered Tomoroko back to his stood, opening the door for her and allowing her to step inside. Unlike what she was expecting, the store was very very clean, and didn't smell of sweat or armor at all. The front window had three variations of traditional saiyan. One was obviously build for a more bulky male, maybe someone like Natto. It had the traditional crotch cover and shorter shoulder guards than usual, then there was a slightly smaller set (though not by much) meant for a bulkier female. It had mostly the same style, only different colors and much larger breast plates. The final set was absolutely adorable. It had shoulder guards that would seem way too big for the tiny body it meant to protect, along with thigh and crotch guard that seemed as if it would get a young saiyan stuck in one place instead of actually protecting them.
The young girl smiled softly before her shopping bag was taken from her hands. She looked up to the man from earlier who only smiled and pointed to a back room. He led the way in, and Tomoroko followed. Behind the door was a very very large room full of different armors and clothing both on racks and dummy displays. The man then walked over with her shopping back and placed it in the refrigerator so that none of it went bad while he hijacked Tomoroko to display his works.
"Now my dear! Let's get some of these on! There's a change room at the back there... I will grab you a few different outfits for you to try on. If you don't mind, I'd like to get some photographs of a few different ones so that we can advertise if that's alright with you."
Dimitrian said before walking towards a few of the armor pieces that were hung up and gathering them into different baskets, this way Tomo would know which pieces went with which set.
"It better be a pretty good pay Mr. Dimitrian..."
She grumbled softly before she sluggishly made her way over to the indicated change room. It was actually quite spacious which she appreciated, however she instantly went about inspecting the room for any signs of hidden cameras of peeping holes. When she found nothing, she sighed contently just as the man slipped a basket under the door of her changeroom. The armor didn't seem too out of the ordinary, in fact it was just a different color than the one displayed in the window. That wasn't so bad.
She carefully took off the weighted armor with a grunt, her power level sky rocketing back to it's 20,000 before carefully placing it down on the ground so that it didn't crack the floor. She had to stretch out her arms to get used to the sensation again before reaching down for the replacement armor. She began to strip out of her undersuit, trying on the new under armor as well as the new suit instead. It was extremely awkward for her to wear, and when she went out to show Dimitrian, he immediately sent her back in to change, hating the look of his own design.
Again and again Tomoroko tried on different variations of armor, and every time Dimitrian would huff and get her to change. He instead began to get her to wear armored clothing. It was something he had been working on recently in hopes of giving his customers for freedom of movement. This time when Tomoroko came out wearing the different outfits, the man would clap happily at what he saw, backing away only to snap a few pictures here and there.
However, when Tomoroko went back in and changed, the outfit she came out in had Dimitrian completely stunned. For a while he simply stood there with his mouth agap as he stared at the young saiyan. The clothing stuck to her body perfectly, the colors he had picked matched her classic armor but the over-all look of the girl soon had him cheering for the girl.
"This is perfect! Absolutely wonderful! I want this as our poster image! Quick! Let's make you camera ready and take those pictures! Oh how wonderful you look in that! Fierce, powerful and yet still very feminine! How wonderful!"
Once he had exclaimed how much he approved of this new outfit, he brought tomo to a section behind all of the outfits where a green screen was tapped to the wall. There was a few computers in the corner of the room to edit the photo's and a dresser for makeup and hair, but otherwise, the area was relatively simple. The man sat Tomoroko down in front of the dresser, asking permission before he would begin touching her hair. He would put in all sorts of products into it, using it to spike her hair even further and styling into what he thought was an appropriate style. He then began applying makeup to her face so that she didn't look bleached out by the camera. The whole process took a little over an hour before Dimitrian deemed her ready for the photoshoot. He brought her back to the green screen where he began asking her to do different action poses, seeming as if she was in battle as he snapped picture after picture after picture. It was a long process, but the longer it went on the more Tomo found herself having fun with it. When he asked for battle poses, she would let her mind slip back to her previous battles. Sometimes looking like she was having sick pleasure in the imaginary battle, others as if she was fiercly fighting for her life. A few times she even flared up her red aura to which Dimitrian would squeal with a series of "Yes!" as he continued to take pictures.
By the time they were done, Tomoroko had spent a total of four hours at the man's shop, between trying on different armor, to getting ready for the photo's to actually taking them. It was exhausting work in it's own right, but Tomoroko had fun. When they were done, Tomoroko went back to the change room where she changed back into her own under armor, and slipping on the armor Natto had given her.
When she came back out, the man was already editing the photo's, putting in all sorts of backdrops behind the girl and flipping between one picture to the next. It seemed he had taken quite a bit.
"I'm glad I was able to help, but I do need to leave now. So if you don't mind I'd like to get paid for my time and go home... use the pictures however you need."
She said dismissively as she went to the refrigerator to retrieve her mother's groceries. When she came back out, Dimitrian was standing there with a box which he promptly handed to Tomoroko.
"Yes yes this is perfect thank you very much little miss Tomoroko. I put your pay inside that box as well as a thank you gift... please be sure to use it I can't believe how fabulous you looked. Oh, and here let me help you with that makeup..."
He retrieved a makeup removal wipe and used it to take the stuff off of her face. It had been a little dramatic but it worked perfectly with the camera. As soon as it had all been taken off of her face, Tomoroko said her farewells before stepping out of the store and slowly taking to the sky as she headed home.
"What a weird guy... but none of those outfits were really inappropriate... I'll be sure to make sure he actually is only using them for advertising...."
Tomoroko spoke to herself as she flew home, her cheeks suddenly going red as she clutched the box and the groceries tighter to herself.
"Oh god if Natto see's those though..."
She muttered in embarassement...
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Word count: 2040
Hope you enjoyed the randomness XD
Zeni for this please lol
All these thoughts flooded the young girls mind as she wandered the streets of the city she had just moved her mother two. In her hands she held onto a single paper bag with the groceries her mother had asked her to buy. She was completely distracted from the world around her as she focused solely on her thoughts and keeping her body moving. She was still wearing the training weights that Natto had given her and still wasn't quite used to the added weight. She was extremely slow as of late and so just went with the flow until she got the hang of it.
As she walked passed one shop after another, she was finally stopped by a tall, thin alien she did not recognize. The man had short red hair that was spiked straight back behind his head with black eyes that seemed to sparkle for whatever reason. He resembled saiyans in a sense... however he had no tail, and his skin was an odd tint of red as well...He wasn't even wearing any armor, instead he was wearing some sort of fancy clothing the likes Tomo hadn't seen before. The young girl raised an eyebrow as she was abruptly pulled from her own thoughts and looked up at the taller man.
"Can I help you?"
She asked suspiciously but the man only seemed to swoon at her voice, clapping his hands once excitedly as she started to step around Tomoroko as if taking in her every angle. Tomo grit her teeth as her hands balled into fists, ready to punch the man out if he even attempted to put a hand on her.
"I hope you can miss! oh my yes I think... yes yes yes. My dear sorry for not introducing myself.My name is Dimatrian. I run this local Armory however, lately things haven't sold and I believe it's because we don't have the right model for the job... nothing against you saiyans, but most of you are too brutish to pull off the true beauty of my designs. Please would you come with me inside? I would love for you to model our designs. Of course I will pay you for your time young lady..."
The man had finally stopped circling her, stopping ahead of her with a hopeful look on his face. He did seem to be sincere, and very different from everyone else she had met... of course it would make sense that they would allow an alien on the planet if he was able to make some quality armor... maybe she should stop by and see what he had to offer... when she outgrew this weighted armor, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have a sturdy set to protect her in battle... maybe she could even find something unlike the traditional saiyan armor...
"Tomoroko... don't call be young lady... and I guess if you're paying, I can give your armor a try... but the first sign of funny business and I'm knocking your teeth out, got it?"
She warned the man who nodded furiously, as if funny business was the last thing on his mind. She ushered Tomoroko back to his stood, opening the door for her and allowing her to step inside. Unlike what she was expecting, the store was very very clean, and didn't smell of sweat or armor at all. The front window had three variations of traditional saiyan. One was obviously build for a more bulky male, maybe someone like Natto. It had the traditional crotch cover and shorter shoulder guards than usual, then there was a slightly smaller set (though not by much) meant for a bulkier female. It had mostly the same style, only different colors and much larger breast plates. The final set was absolutely adorable. It had shoulder guards that would seem way too big for the tiny body it meant to protect, along with thigh and crotch guard that seemed as if it would get a young saiyan stuck in one place instead of actually protecting them.
The young girl smiled softly before her shopping bag was taken from her hands. She looked up to the man from earlier who only smiled and pointed to a back room. He led the way in, and Tomoroko followed. Behind the door was a very very large room full of different armors and clothing both on racks and dummy displays. The man then walked over with her shopping back and placed it in the refrigerator so that none of it went bad while he hijacked Tomoroko to display his works.
"Now my dear! Let's get some of these on! There's a change room at the back there... I will grab you a few different outfits for you to try on. If you don't mind, I'd like to get some photographs of a few different ones so that we can advertise if that's alright with you."
Dimitrian said before walking towards a few of the armor pieces that were hung up and gathering them into different baskets, this way Tomo would know which pieces went with which set.
"It better be a pretty good pay Mr. Dimitrian..."
She grumbled softly before she sluggishly made her way over to the indicated change room. It was actually quite spacious which she appreciated, however she instantly went about inspecting the room for any signs of hidden cameras of peeping holes. When she found nothing, she sighed contently just as the man slipped a basket under the door of her changeroom. The armor didn't seem too out of the ordinary, in fact it was just a different color than the one displayed in the window. That wasn't so bad.
She carefully took off the weighted armor with a grunt, her power level sky rocketing back to it's 20,000 before carefully placing it down on the ground so that it didn't crack the floor. She had to stretch out her arms to get used to the sensation again before reaching down for the replacement armor. She began to strip out of her undersuit, trying on the new under armor as well as the new suit instead. It was extremely awkward for her to wear, and when she went out to show Dimitrian, he immediately sent her back in to change, hating the look of his own design.
Again and again Tomoroko tried on different variations of armor, and every time Dimitrian would huff and get her to change. He instead began to get her to wear armored clothing. It was something he had been working on recently in hopes of giving his customers for freedom of movement. This time when Tomoroko came out wearing the different outfits, the man would clap happily at what he saw, backing away only to snap a few pictures here and there.
However, when Tomoroko went back in and changed, the outfit she came out in had Dimitrian completely stunned. For a while he simply stood there with his mouth agap as he stared at the young saiyan. The clothing stuck to her body perfectly, the colors he had picked matched her classic armor but the over-all look of the girl soon had him cheering for the girl.
"This is perfect! Absolutely wonderful! I want this as our poster image! Quick! Let's make you camera ready and take those pictures! Oh how wonderful you look in that! Fierce, powerful and yet still very feminine! How wonderful!"
Once he had exclaimed how much he approved of this new outfit, he brought tomo to a section behind all of the outfits where a green screen was tapped to the wall. There was a few computers in the corner of the room to edit the photo's and a dresser for makeup and hair, but otherwise, the area was relatively simple. The man sat Tomoroko down in front of the dresser, asking permission before he would begin touching her hair. He would put in all sorts of products into it, using it to spike her hair even further and styling into what he thought was an appropriate style. He then began applying makeup to her face so that she didn't look bleached out by the camera. The whole process took a little over an hour before Dimitrian deemed her ready for the photoshoot. He brought her back to the green screen where he began asking her to do different action poses, seeming as if she was in battle as he snapped picture after picture after picture. It was a long process, but the longer it went on the more Tomo found herself having fun with it. When he asked for battle poses, she would let her mind slip back to her previous battles. Sometimes looking like she was having sick pleasure in the imaginary battle, others as if she was fiercly fighting for her life. A few times she even flared up her red aura to which Dimitrian would squeal with a series of "Yes!" as he continued to take pictures.
By the time they were done, Tomoroko had spent a total of four hours at the man's shop, between trying on different armor, to getting ready for the photo's to actually taking them. It was exhausting work in it's own right, but Tomoroko had fun. When they were done, Tomoroko went back to the change room where she changed back into her own under armor, and slipping on the armor Natto had given her.
When she came back out, the man was already editing the photo's, putting in all sorts of backdrops behind the girl and flipping between one picture to the next. It seemed he had taken quite a bit.
"I'm glad I was able to help, but I do need to leave now. So if you don't mind I'd like to get paid for my time and go home... use the pictures however you need."
She said dismissively as she went to the refrigerator to retrieve her mother's groceries. When she came back out, Dimitrian was standing there with a box which he promptly handed to Tomoroko.
"Yes yes this is perfect thank you very much little miss Tomoroko. I put your pay inside that box as well as a thank you gift... please be sure to use it I can't believe how fabulous you looked. Oh, and here let me help you with that makeup..."
He retrieved a makeup removal wipe and used it to take the stuff off of her face. It had been a little dramatic but it worked perfectly with the camera. As soon as it had all been taken off of her face, Tomoroko said her farewells before stepping out of the store and slowly taking to the sky as she headed home.
"What a weird guy... but none of those outfits were really inappropriate... I'll be sure to make sure he actually is only using them for advertising...."
Tomoroko spoke to herself as she flew home, her cheeks suddenly going red as she clutched the box and the groceries tighter to herself.
"Oh god if Natto see's those though..."
She muttered in embarassement...
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Word count: 2040
Hope you enjoyed the randomness XD
Zeni for this please lol
