Each arm loaded with bags, the red headed Saiyan smiled with glee at the thought of returning home and working on hew new models. Each of them a limited release featuring the new war ship designs form her favorite novel of "Baltum crest of stars", an action series that explored space battles as they were imagined long before they had ever reached the stars. The plot was filled with all kinds of loopholes and bad writing however Roka simply enjoyed the space battles, the armada of ships clashing in a tantalizing display of tactical genius and savage cunning that always kept her coming back. While not her favorite when it came to ship battles the series had by far the best ship designs, she had found, making her buy every model she could get her hands on. 

    She had a bit more shopping to do to get all the remaining materials to complete the model, as well as modify it to create her down design as well as create the original design but she honestly enjoyed it. At least most of the time, her thoughts stirring away form a certain disaster that had happened when she had first started the hobby. However, after all these years she had stuck with it and worked countless different jobs in order to afford all her models, as well as slowly start work on building own custom space craft.

    She had amassed quite a bit of money and ship parts over the years, the red head dreaming one day to take to the stars much like her favorite books and shows. Despite their being ships she could buy she wanted to create her own ship, one that would be the envy of every space ship captain in the galaxy. 

    "ahh I can't wait to have my own ship,"  she mutters to herself, the tall girl unaware of the tear in her bag that had appeared, each step making it larger and larger as she moved though the city. It was not until she was crossing the street that it finally fell apart completely, the bag falling apart as the large ship model feel towards the ground, directly in front of a bicycle that was crossing the street with her.