Post by Nashua on Jul 1, 2018 22:43:05 GMT -6
| DESPACITAIKO |
|NASHUA'S PL: 31,000|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
These MP3 devices were amazing! Nashua hadn't ever worked out listening to music before, since Vegeta and the Saiyan Kingdom as a whole weren't exactly the most technologically advanced when it came to recreational devices, especially compared to the kind of stuff that Earth had to offer. The Saiyan had come to the mostly remote forest in order to do some training, but had picked up the MP3 device in a pawn shop back in one of the cities. It took her a while to figure out how it and the headphones worked, but once they did, they worked liked a charm. It just felt right to throw out punches and kicks into the air as catchy beats pounded her ears in a smooth rhythm, and the best part was that nobody else could hear her! The beats were all her own to enjoy.
One little issue was that, as far as she could tell, the used device only had one song on it that repeated endlessly, and she fumbled with it for about an hour trying to get more music of her choice to listen to before giving up, but it wasn't like it was the worst song in the world or anything. It clearly worked well for training. The lyrics were in some foreign language that the Saiyan had no hope of possibly comprehending, though she'd listened to the song on repeat enough times that she pretty much knew all the syllables by heart. A new loop had just started, and Nashua was really feeling this one for some reason. A punch threw out to he beat, followed by her left fist shooting forward. A kick, another kick, a jab, an uppercut! It was a smooth rhythm, and Nashua couldn't stop herself from singing along.
"Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote," she started off a little quietly, wary of her surroundings. As the beat went on, though, she remembered something vital. She was totally alone out here! Nobody was gonna be around to hear her singing in her honestly pretty off key voice. The Saiyan shut her eyes as she continued to train, and, in her loudest voice, started to shout sing. "DESPACITO!" she bellowed, her training routine basically turning into a nonsensical dance as the young woman threw out her arms wildly and started to hop backwards on one foot. "QUIERO RESPIRAR TU CUELLO DESPACITO!" The music continued to beat through Nashua's headphones, and she sang right along in her signature loud and poorly tuned voice, blissfully unaware of anyone who might've been right nearby and watching, despite her self assurance that she was all alone.