[bigwig.]

Victoria felt the heat of the moment as she sprung forward from her hiding place. She grabbed Bulma and held her face to her's. "Well, we meet again, my pretty." Victoria's voice was low and all too nice. "Imagine, if you will, hmm...let's say, a medal, that someone wants more than anything else in the world, and they feel they are likely to get it, that there is no competition worthy enough to come close. It is this possibility, this fleeting hope, that makes their life worth living. Then, imagine how they must have felt when an inferior one comes up and has that medal handed to them on a silver platter. And they don't just put it in a trophy case and admire it occasionally, oh no. They shine it and polish it and brighten it and wear it everywhere! Flaunting it right in it's rightful owner's face." Victoria came even closer. "And now, the ultimate price shall be paid." Victoria's evil chuckle was drowned out by Bulma's last breath, wasted on a futile scream, as Victoria pulled her fist back and shot it forward, even though Bulma never did figure out what Victoria's "medal" was.

[Viridika]

I'm a huge Dragon Ball Z fan. XD This is so cool.