Yep...
I think it's time for me to move out of Kia's and Raditz's place.. And for some reason I'm a bit hesitant about it. It's like finally, existing somewhere that can be called a home, I'm started to realize what it means to be alive again. I guess there are a few of you out there that can sympathize with me on this one. But now that hell is in the past, there is such a thing as a future. I don't know, I guess it just kinda hit me today.
So, I thought I would start packing up my things to move into my new apartment like any normal person would do when I realized I really don't have anything. So the idea hit me to go shopping for some clothes....since I've been wearing stuff Kia gives to me. Most likely Raditz's stuff. Everyone seemed to be pretty busy with searching for drugs and studying for exams and whatnot I ventured out by myself like the big boy I am. I was tempted to take Daikon with me, but I suppose it's probably easier to do these things without the little sprout over my shoulder. So I went to that mall place and found a store called Armani Exchange or something like that. And the chicks working there were more than happy to set me up with a new wardrobe. I really don't mind getting the special service. And in the end I just charged it to my bank card. Yeah, plastic is much easier than money. I went to a few other places like Diesel and some other weird named stores and came out of there with enough clothes to last me awhile.
The place I got myself was already well explained by F.B. Yeah, it's pretty nice. It has a lot of room in it. I like room. That's one thing in hell you always get enough of. I can't stay cramped in a box, I need room to think. It should be nice living there and quiet to. Although, I think I'll admit missing the sprouts squabbling. And of course I'll miss my daughter worrying over if I'm hungry or feeling okay or something. Then there's F.B. who is my grandson, but he's also a good buddy in my books. It's not that I knew or cared about my daughter before, but now, now I'm just proud that she's got what she's got. I think she deserves it more than anyone.
Eh, I'm only moving to the city. Not like I'm going back to hell or anything. I plan on visiting my daughter and her family plenty of times. And there's also a mention of a sparring schedule. Goten mentioned interest. Well kid, if you can figure something out in your busy schedule that would work we should get some practice in. Lord Emna knows I don't have a schedule yet. So what does a millionaire do? Hm.
So, I thought I would start packing up my things to move into my new apartment like any normal person would do when I realized I really don't have anything. So the idea hit me to go shopping for some clothes....since I've been wearing stuff Kia gives to me. Most likely Raditz's stuff. Everyone seemed to be pretty busy with searching for drugs and studying for exams and whatnot I ventured out by myself like the big boy I am. I was tempted to take Daikon with me, but I suppose it's probably easier to do these things without the little sprout over my shoulder. So I went to that mall place and found a store called Armani Exchange or something like that. And the chicks working there were more than happy to set me up with a new wardrobe. I really don't mind getting the special service. And in the end I just charged it to my bank card. Yeah, plastic is much easier than money. I went to a few other places like Diesel and some other weird named stores and came out of there with enough clothes to last me awhile.
The place I got myself was already well explained by F.B. Yeah, it's pretty nice. It has a lot of room in it. I like room. That's one thing in hell you always get enough of. I can't stay cramped in a box, I need room to think. It should be nice living there and quiet to. Although, I think I'll admit missing the sprouts squabbling. And of course I'll miss my daughter worrying over if I'm hungry or feeling okay or something. Then there's F.B. who is my grandson, but he's also a good buddy in my books. It's not that I knew or cared about my daughter before, but now, now I'm just proud that she's got what she's got. I think she deserves it more than anyone.
Eh, I'm only moving to the city. Not like I'm going back to hell or anything. I plan on visiting my daughter and her family plenty of times. And there's also a mention of a sparring schedule. Goten mentioned interest. Well kid, if you can figure something out in your busy schedule that would work we should get some practice in. Lord Emna knows I don't have a schedule yet. So what does a millionaire do? Hm.