Post by Hiporactivo on Aug 25, 2017 0:30:20 GMT -5
Impress the Master
Master Roshi has agreed to take a break in his permanent vacation of a lifestyle in order to train you into a proper fighter...but first you need to get him some company! The Master prefers slender, beautiful women to stay at his house while he trains new pupils, and it is your job to find one that will agree, however very few girls would up and move at such an offer. Search high and low for the perfect girl for Master Roshi and return with her.
3 paragraphs.
+600 PL.
The bitchiest Saiyan on the planet heard about a place where martial artists went to get stronger. She'd heard of martial artists before, and considered herself one. However, she knew she was on a much higher level than most of the martial artists on Earth. Most of the normal ones, that is. Sarai, the Saiyan girl in question, asked the men that were talking about it if they'd let her know where it was. However, they said they'd tell her if she flashed her boobs to them. Then she kicked all of their asses and made them tell her, anyway. After getting the directions, Sarai took off to the skies and headed in the direction they'd told her about. She was now in a grumpy mood the whole way through, and she crossed her arms as she searched.
"Fucking assholes, checking me out and wanting to see my tits. If it weren't for the fact that I shouldn't do it, I woulda ended your fucking existence."
Sarai was really not pleased. To top it all off, this island was very hard to locate. She searched for about and hour and couldn't find it. She was getting very upset and anxious. When an hour passed and she had enough, she yelled in rage, letting her Ki spike and show.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT HOLE OF AN ISLAND!? DOES IT EVEN EXIST!? DID THOSE GUYS PLAY ME 'CUZ I'M A GIRL AND 'CUZ I DIDN'T SHOW THEM MY TITS?! I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!! Oh wait, there it is."
Sarai looked to her left and saw a small island with a pink house on it. As she floated down to it, she realized it had the words "Kame House" on it. She sighed and walked up closer to it, knocking on the door.
She didn't have to wait long. Some old guy came crashing out of the door, opening it suddenly and looking around.
"Eh, who's the-"
He finally locked his gaze on Sarai and looked her up and down checking her out. His face showed it all. Sarai was seriously pissed off by this and brought her hand back to ram it into his throat. Suddenly, he put his hands out and waved them.
"No, no, no, wait!! Wait!! WAIT!! Don't hit me please."
Sarai was still very pissed, but she backed off a bit, her face red with rage.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have your face cave in right now just by punching it."
The old man prostrated himself and cleared his throat.
"I assume you came here for some martial arts advice, right? Or something along the sort? Maybe in training?"
Sarai slowly dropped her hand and put her hand on her hip, leaning a bit. She sighed.
"What do you want, old man? I came here to look for the Turtle Hermit? There was something about learning martial arts and techniques here."
The old man laughed.
"That'd be me. I'm the Turtle Hermit you're looking for."
In both surprise and disgust, Sarai reeled back a bit, letting out a noise that expressed her two emotions right there. The Turtle Hermit stood there, somewhat sorrowful of the reaction he got.
"You can't be serious! You're the Turtle Hermit?"
"Yes...Yes, I am."
"Ah, this fucking sucks! If I'd known the Turtle Hermit was some old geezer like this! Not to mention the fact that you're a pervert!"
"I'm still right here, ya know?"
"Why are you still here? Get away from me!"
"Well, fine then. If you really don't wanna learn my techniques, then get off my island. I got stuff to attend to."
This was the chance for Sarai to make a life-changing choice. If she chose to leave, she could actually risk not learning some powerful techniques. If she chose to stay, she'd probably have to put up with the pervert's petrifying gaze for the whole time she's there. It was truly a very hard decision, and her stubbornness didn't make it any better.
Finally, Sarai made up her mind. She sighed and crossed her arms.
"Fine. What do you need me to do?"
"Well, first..."
The Turtle Hermit walked out of the doorway and walked a bit past Sarai.
"You can call me Master Roshi."
"Roshi."
"Master Roshi."
"Roshi."
"Erg, fine! Anyway, I need you to do something for me before we start your training. You see, I can only concentrate when I have beautiful, voluptuous women by my side. And lemme tell ya, you look like you could do well on the part."
Roshi examined Sarai up and down again, drooling a bit as he did so. His face soon met her fist, and he was shoved into the ground. The Saiyan was pissed and looked down at the old man.
"Get to the point, old man."
Slowly standing up, Roshi spoke up again.
"Anyway, if you would just allow me, I got an outfit inside you could wear, but you'll have to wear it the whole time while training."
"Hell no! Why can't I just wear my armor?"
"You're not showing enough cleavage."
"Perverted fuck!"
"No denying that. Of course, if you don't accept, I either don't train you, or you'll have to find a girl out there who'll do just that for you."
Still pissed, Sarai was now presented with a second option. She spent some time thinking about it and ultimately chose the second one. Unfortunately for Sarai, none of the girls she found out there were willing to sacrifice their time to be an old perverts slave person. After a while, Sarai gave up. She still wanted to learn the techniques, but she'd have to swallow her pride and do as Roshi said. She flew back to the Kame House, Ki overflowing, and stomped to the front door.
"What do I have to put on?"
When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing just a bra and panties. Everything was showing, and she didn't like it one bit. Roshi stared at her, and got a nose bleed. His nose bled even more, after Sarai punched him square in the face. He landed on his back. Outraged, Sarai yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I'M AT THE VERY LEAST PUTTING ON A FUCKING T-SHIRT OVER THIS SHIT!! YOU'RE NOT GETTING THAT SATISFACTION, YOU PERVERTED PIECE OF SHIT!!"
Master Roshi has agreed to take a break in his permanent vacation of a lifestyle in order to train you into a proper fighter...but first you need to get him some company! The Master prefers slender, beautiful women to stay at his house while he trains new pupils, and it is your job to find one that will agree, however very few girls would up and move at such an offer. Search high and low for the perfect girl for Master Roshi and return with her.
3 paragraphs.
+600 PL.
The bitchiest Saiyan on the planet heard about a place where martial artists went to get stronger. She'd heard of martial artists before, and considered herself one. However, she knew she was on a much higher level than most of the martial artists on Earth. Most of the normal ones, that is. Sarai, the Saiyan girl in question, asked the men that were talking about it if they'd let her know where it was. However, they said they'd tell her if she flashed her boobs to them. Then she kicked all of their asses and made them tell her, anyway. After getting the directions, Sarai took off to the skies and headed in the direction they'd told her about. She was now in a grumpy mood the whole way through, and she crossed her arms as she searched.
"Fucking assholes, checking me out and wanting to see my tits. If it weren't for the fact that I shouldn't do it, I woulda ended your fucking existence."
Sarai was really not pleased. To top it all off, this island was very hard to locate. She searched for about and hour and couldn't find it. She was getting very upset and anxious. When an hour passed and she had enough, she yelled in rage, letting her Ki spike and show.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT HOLE OF AN ISLAND!? DOES IT EVEN EXIST!? DID THOSE GUYS PLAY ME 'CUZ I'M A GIRL AND 'CUZ I DIDN'T SHOW THEM MY TITS?! I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!! Oh wait, there it is."
Sarai looked to her left and saw a small island with a pink house on it. As she floated down to it, she realized it had the words "Kame House" on it. She sighed and walked up closer to it, knocking on the door.
She didn't have to wait long. Some old guy came crashing out of the door, opening it suddenly and looking around.
"Eh, who's the-"
He finally locked his gaze on Sarai and looked her up and down checking her out. His face showed it all. Sarai was seriously pissed off by this and brought her hand back to ram it into his throat. Suddenly, he put his hands out and waved them.
"No, no, no, wait!! Wait!! WAIT!! Don't hit me please."
Sarai was still very pissed, but she backed off a bit, her face red with rage.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have your face cave in right now just by punching it."
The old man prostrated himself and cleared his throat.
"I assume you came here for some martial arts advice, right? Or something along the sort? Maybe in training?"
Sarai slowly dropped her hand and put her hand on her hip, leaning a bit. She sighed.
"What do you want, old man? I came here to look for the Turtle Hermit? There was something about learning martial arts and techniques here."
The old man laughed.
"That'd be me. I'm the Turtle Hermit you're looking for."
In both surprise and disgust, Sarai reeled back a bit, letting out a noise that expressed her two emotions right there. The Turtle Hermit stood there, somewhat sorrowful of the reaction he got.
"You can't be serious! You're the Turtle Hermit?"
"Yes...Yes, I am."
"Ah, this fucking sucks! If I'd known the Turtle Hermit was some old geezer like this! Not to mention the fact that you're a pervert!"
"I'm still right here, ya know?"
"Why are you still here? Get away from me!"
"Well, fine then. If you really don't wanna learn my techniques, then get off my island. I got stuff to attend to."
This was the chance for Sarai to make a life-changing choice. If she chose to leave, she could actually risk not learning some powerful techniques. If she chose to stay, she'd probably have to put up with the pervert's petrifying gaze for the whole time she's there. It was truly a very hard decision, and her stubbornness didn't make it any better.
Finally, Sarai made up her mind. She sighed and crossed her arms.
"Fine. What do you need me to do?"
"Well, first..."
The Turtle Hermit walked out of the doorway and walked a bit past Sarai.
"You can call me Master Roshi."
"Roshi."
"Master Roshi."
"Roshi."
"Erg, fine! Anyway, I need you to do something for me before we start your training. You see, I can only concentrate when I have beautiful, voluptuous women by my side. And lemme tell ya, you look like you could do well on the part."
Roshi examined Sarai up and down again, drooling a bit as he did so. His face soon met her fist, and he was shoved into the ground. The Saiyan was pissed and looked down at the old man.
"Get to the point, old man."
Slowly standing up, Roshi spoke up again.
"Anyway, if you would just allow me, I got an outfit inside you could wear, but you'll have to wear it the whole time while training."
"Hell no! Why can't I just wear my armor?"
"You're not showing enough cleavage."
"Perverted fuck!"
"No denying that. Of course, if you don't accept, I either don't train you, or you'll have to find a girl out there who'll do just that for you."
Still pissed, Sarai was now presented with a second option. She spent some time thinking about it and ultimately chose the second one. Unfortunately for Sarai, none of the girls she found out there were willing to sacrifice their time to be an old perverts slave person. After a while, Sarai gave up. She still wanted to learn the techniques, but she'd have to swallow her pride and do as Roshi said. She flew back to the Kame House, Ki overflowing, and stomped to the front door.
"What do I have to put on?"
When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing just a bra and panties. Everything was showing, and she didn't like it one bit. Roshi stared at her, and got a nose bleed. His nose bled even more, after Sarai punched him square in the face. He landed on his back. Outraged, Sarai yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I'M AT THE VERY LEAST PUTTING ON A FUCKING T-SHIRT OVER THIS SHIT!! YOU'RE NOT GETTING THAT SATISFACTION, YOU PERVERTED PIECE OF SHIT!!"