The Ship - Main Deck

[redpyrocat]

Everion sat on the ground behind the crate. Her mouth was hanging open as she took the shaking frog off her head and gently stroked him. He let out a gurgle that sounded similar to a purr, she was glad that he was happy…but she was just trying to comfort herself. The bald one almost killed the boy.

She gingerly put Mo back onto her head, and walked over to the two men. She grabbed the boy’s wrists and removed his hands from the bald one’s shirt. She then moved his arms away from his body and started to examine his wounds, she had an idea of what plants would help…now to find out if they had any.

She looked over her shoulder at the bald one, and glared at him. He was nothing more then a monster in her opinion. Using her tail, she sharply flicked him in the ankle, showing her displeasure further. Turning her attention to the boy, she got close to his face, examining the cuts and bruises. She smiled with relief, he wasn’t too badly injured…good, “How are you feeling? Is anything broken? Is there any part of you that hurts beyond belief? What’s your name?”

[sexystrife]

Gohan had thought of turning around, thought of chasing after the other woman and apologizing for the horrible mess they had made of her nose, but ultimately halted himself and bit back his apologies for now as he stared back down at Krillin’s unconscious form. He would seek her out later after he had dealt with this mess. He would seek all of them out later. The young teen frowned, his sadness evident for only a moment before his attention was drawn away by the gentle hands of another. Gohan flinched, nearly pulling from her grasp until he caught sight of her unusual eyes as she drew him closer. Strange, he had never seen eyes quite like that before.

“M’fine…” Gohan replied softly, his eyes lowering as a small tinge of peach colored his cheeks, suddenly reminded of his mother. Perhaps it had been the way she stared at him, her eyes clinical as she searched him for injury. “Really, I’m ok. I’m more worried about him…” The teen replied with a smile, masking his weariness as he returned his gaze to the man aside him. He struggled inwardly with what he would tell Bulma now…Surely the truth would be the best route, but he knew Bulma and he knew the woman had a famous temper. He was sure to get it once she heard about what he had done to the panic room wall.

“My name’s Son Gohan.” The boy answered, his voice higher now as he took in her features. Strange, he couldn’t place what it was about her eyes that fascinated him so. Perhaps it had been the color, the way the shine of the overhead lights gave them an eerie glow. Gohan put the thought from his mind and spoke again,“It’s my fault this happened anyway…Sorry about all of this.” He could apologize until he was blue in the face and it still wouldn’t be enough. How can you explain away something like that? How could anyone understand now that Krillin meant well in his actions. He would never intentionally hurt anyone…

Would he?

Gohan slowly gathered himself to his feet, taking with him the weight of his mentor as he slung the unconscious man’s arm along his shoulders. Gohan’s stance wavered as his strength waned, forcing the boy back against the wall as he stumbled. The demi saiyan growled inwardly, trying his best to summon forth the will to stand on his own. He had to get to Bulma’s laboratory. Whether he wanted to or not.

‘Krillin….When did you get so heavy..?’

[Turtle]

"Here, let me help," the Saiyan woman said as she stepped forward tentatively. Gohan didn't seem to object, so Tomta proceeded to take the unconscious human's other arm and ease his weight off the boy's shoulders and together they carefully began down the hallway, Krillin in tow. Despite being much older she was about the same size as the demi-saiyan, so it worked out easily.

"That must have been quite a training session," she commented after a few successful paces.

[Queen of Cunts]

This was the place where he felt most at peace. That dreamlike state where he had ceased to be unconscious, but wasn’t yet fully awake. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten that Goku was dead - how could he? - or that so much depended on so few. He felt closer to Goku here, and a long way away from the miserable state of the universe he’d left behind.

Maybe it was just because he knew he couldn’t do anything until he was fully awake. It was like he’d been absolved of his responsibility, if only for a little while. He’d always railed against it before, but now he’d learned to embrace it. He could rest here.

That was usually how it was. This time, it was different. He could feel the scars on his chest throbbing with heat, like a branding iron had been pressed down on his torso. And as it burned he thought about her. She was here, disturbing his rest, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t know why it was important that he’d never got to see her smile - why her happiness should have been important, above everything else, he couldn’t understand. There was a sense of loss that he couldn’t place, a gnawing, aching wound. And he couldn’t think why.

It hadn’t been hard to kill her. He’d done it without hesitation, quick and without mercy. It was only afterwards that he started to wonder if there’d been another way. And he couldn’t even rightly say why. What other way could there have been? He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone very, very wrong.

And in that half-waking state, he knew that Gohan was there. His heart swelled with pride. There’d been too little cause for celebration those last few years but now… He’d been beaten, even with all those dirty tricks, and there hadn’t been any casualties. He was so proud of him. The words tumbled from his slack lips like he was leaking sentiment.

“…so proud of you … so proud … Gohan … knew you could do it … knew you wouldn’t let them get hurt … you’re the … you’re the best of us…”

It was all he had time to get out before he lapsed back into deep unconsciousness.

[Maiyah]

Far along down the road from a state of peace, Maiyah trudged through the maze of the ship's--whatever this was, fuselage? probably--still fuming. She left her nose unattended, blood making it's way down to her chin and dripping on her shirt and the floor. When she found what she was looking for, she smacked the button to open the door. When it didn't, she heaved a heavy sigh before making her act of button pushing more... deliberate, holding it there for two to three seconds before releasing, and allowing the door to finally open for her.

She went in and manhandled a sink, splashing water in her face and wincing as it helped further along the throbbing pain as it radiated from her nose all the way through her face. It was a shock to the system--well, almost--and Maiyah had to ready herself before slipping her head under the faucet and letting the cold water wash the blood from her face. She held her nose under the water, silently pondering if it was broken.

She rose her head up and looked in the mirror. Her nose was a sad mess of red and purple, planted right in the middle of what was once a pretty face. She'd been used to looking like she had either been beat up or absent of sleep for a good week or so, and a broken nose--if it was broken--would heal up before she knew it. She was still pissed though. She remained in the restroom, working without success to dressing her face.

Images of the noseless monk flashed through her mind and she fumed at the mirror, wanting to punch it, but refraining from doing so. The harm probably wasn't deliberate, at least not at first, but the recklessness of whatever it was that was going on still had her reeling with rage. Most people who caused her harm didn't walk away without an injury of their own. Since Baldy didn't have a nose, she fantasized other ways of getting him back. Popping out one of his eyes, smashing his teeth in, ripping off one of his ears, breaking his fingers, shooting him in the fucking knee.

All just wishful thinking, but it was fun to pretend.

[sexystrife]

Gohan had opened his mouth to answer the smaller saiyan woman, but his words died on his lips as he heard the soft words ebbing from Krillin’s mouth, stealing away his anger and his resolve to fight with him later. He’d caught a glimpse of the human’s dark eyes before he’d drifted back into oblivion: hazed, and glossed over as though he were far away. And yet he smiled, he was happy. Gohan halted his steps and lowered his head as he felt a surge of emotions waft over him; it was in these moments that he felt like he had when he was five. A wide eyed child that cried at the drop of a hat. Gohan’s body quaked, and there had been a sparse moment where he couldn’t be sure if his shaking had been due to his wounds, or Krillin’s words.

“You’re a mess.” Gohan replied faintly, his voice wavering for a moment before it evened out again as his mask slid back into place. This was not the time nor the place to break now, no there would be plenty of time for that when he was alone. The teen exhaled softly, craning his neck one final time to catch sight of Everion before returning his attention to Tomta and continued his trek. It wouldn't be long now.

He was not looking forward to seeing her.

“T-thank you. For helping me, I mean.” The demi saiyan stammered, “Are you ok?

[Turtle]

Tomta smiled, a little, shaking her head. "No problem." Gohan's attempts to calm himself had not gone unnoticed, and the last thing she needed was to make it worse. She glanced down at the unconscious human, trying not to let the brief flash of worry she felt cross her face. Krillin was hardly the least stable person on this ship, but she'd maybe put him at second. And if what she understood about their shared history was correct, the two angriest, craziest people present had issue with one another.

She only hoped a common enemy was enough to keep them from tearing one another to pieces.

"I'm fine," she continued casually, as they continued towards the human woman's lab. "Still seeing spots, but I think I'll live."

[redpyrocat]

Everion watched them go, and thought about going after them. She frowned slightly, the child was fine, and the monster should recover well…so she didn’t need to follow them. A smile crept onto her face, they were going to a part of the ship she hasn’t seen yet. That settled it for her, Everion quickly caught up with them. She stopped the woman to take a look at her eyes, when she was satisfied with her condition she smiled brightly.

Then she slowed up to walk behind them, curiously looking around at the doors and windows as they passed. Every so often, she would open a door and poke her head inside. She wanted to know what was in every room of this ship.

“Where are we going? How many other people are on this ship? Who’s the healer? Who’s driving the ship? Hey lady, what’s your name? Is there any candy on the ship?”

[sexystrife]

Gohan smiled meekly at that, lowering his eyes to the floor as a light flush colored his cheeks. He didn’t imagine either of them would be hearing the end of what had transpired today for a long while. Especially from the woman with the journal; Gohan would have to seek her out later to apologize for what had happened; he only hoped to find her in a forthcoming mood when he did. The teen sighed softly, wishing very much he had stayed in bed and ignored Krillin’s prodding for a spar.

“He means well…” Gohan began, wincing as he bit back another stab of pain that seemed to radiate from his head, “He’s a good man. He’s just---“ The teen sighed, stopping himself before continuing on, “He’s just trying to help me.”

The teen’s voice faded somewhat as he found that strange creature following them again, bounding from door to door with a jovialness that he had not seen in a very long time. Gohan cocked an eyebrow, a small smile claiming his lips as he trudged forward. He wondered why she had come along, why such a good natured spirit would choose to go on such a journey.

They were close now. Gohan inhaled sharply, wincing as the pain surged through him again. They needed to hurry.

[Turtle]

"Don't misunderstand me. I'm certainly not criticizing," she replied quickly. She wasn't much of a Saiyan, admittedly, but millenia of evolution were difficult to ignore. "I certainly understand the need for that kind of training. Especially give the well, rather dire circumstances? If it would do me any good, I'd be in there myself."

She turned to the unknown green being, who she would for the moment assume to be female. "I'm afraid I can only answer one of your questions at the moment. I am Tomta. And you are?"

[redpyrocat]

“My name is Everion.” She smiled brightly at Tomta. She seemed like a rather nice person….regardless of how serious she acted. Everion started to walk ahead of them, opening more doors and peaking in. As she bounced around the hall, Mo croaked loudly in protest.

He finally had enough of this, and jumped onto Gohan’s head. Mo leaned down and looked Gohan in the face, he swelled his throat up and let out a loud croak. Then, once he was satisfied with that, he sat up and licked his left eye.

Everion blinked and smiled, “…Mo likes you.”

[sexystrife]

Gohan smiled faintly, his eyes following the frog’s movements atop his head before returning his gaze to the hall ahead of him. The teen had always held a fondness for animals, amphibians especially, one of the many things he had inherited from his father. Gohan chuckled lightly, feeling the small creature move here and there before settling down.

“Heh, nice to meet you, Everion.” Gohan replied warmly, his smile widening as she slowed her pace and began to walk alongside them. The teen continued ahead, turning a corner carefully as he mulled over his thoughts. It was nice, he thought, to talk to new people; Strange how it seemed almost years since he had truly spoken to anyone aside Krillin and Bulma. Gohan dismissed his thoughts as he ceased his steps, his dark eyes finding the rather large doors leading to Bulma’s laboratory. This was it.

(OOC: Continued in Bulma's laboratory)

[Maiyah]

It was a good while before Maiyah emerged from the lavatory. Her face had a rather unimpressive bunch of toilet paper wrapped around her nose using a small bit of soap as a sad adhesive. Her face was a pathetic sight. Heaven help any who gazed upon her and laughed. ..Not that she could hurt anyone else on this ship except for Bulma, but, still. They'd better watch the hell out.

Maiyah retreated back to the main deck in silence, hitting the button with a jab of her fist. she looked inside, and saw that nobody else was inside. She sighed and trudged inside, stepping over rubble and debris. No doubt she'd have to help reconstruct this damage, alongside a relatively pissy blue-hared scientist. Maiyah couldn't blame her. She could be certain that Bulma treasured the wellbeing of this ship as much as she herself treasured the wellbeing of her damn nose.

"Fucking mess," she grumbled before kneeling down and picking up her journal. She sat down on a piece of rubble, crossing one leg over the other and resting the small book on her leg, "It takes a thousand men and a thousand hours to build a wall. It takes two damn freaks on this ship to break one down. Gragh. Madness."

[Queen of Cunts]

Zasha was a warrior more than she was an explorer, and to her that seemed like a crying shame, because she was very, very good at it. Particularly, she was exceling at inter-species relations.

Appezia had told her to steer clear of the other denizens of the ship, especially the humans, for reasons that she’d kept to herself, but sitting in her quarters had made her muscles ache for exercise, and so she’d gone on a walk. And if she happened to meet these humans, so much the better. Her sister was probably just being overprotective, as usual.

It turned out that the humans weren’t nearly as bad as Appezia had made out. She’d run into a small group of them in the corridors and matched her fighting mettle with them by way of introduction. They had introduced her to something called cho-co-lart, an offering in acknowledgement of her obvious physical superiority.

Unfortunately, they had taken their leave before she could ask what it did. The metal part of it didn’t seem edible, but the sticky innards were tantalisingly sweet. Zasha had found herself quickly taken with it.

If fighting humans yielded cho-co-lart, she was determined to fight them all.

She made her way to the Main Deck in search of more humans, and possibly other aliens as well. Walking on a ship felt strange to a being that was used to having solid ground beneath her feet. Sometimes she was supremely aware that there was nothing but empty space all around her, without even air to breathe. Other times, it felt as though the ground were too solid. There was no give to it the way there was with dirt, and she couldn’t lift it in her hands, get its scent, learn how it could aid her in battles. But it did make a satisfying “thung” noise when she jumped.

When she got to the Main Deck, she found that someone had already been fighting there. She wondered if Appezia had been grappling with the humans in an attempt to steal away her cho-co-lart. She would interrogate her about the mess later.

There was another human here, scribbling in some kind of log book. She had a makeshift bandage fixed across her nose. More and more, Zasha was getting the feeling that this human had already lost her cho-co-lart to a superior specimen. But, even if there was a possibility that it wouldn’t yield any more of the delicious treat, there was only one polite way to introduce herself, according to warrior etiquette, and it wouldn’t pay to be rude.

“My name is Zasha,” she announced in the Saiyan tongue, standing front and centre before the latest human to cross her path, “defend yourself.”

She lunged, arms poised to grapple.

[Maiyah]

The last thing Maiyah remembered was being tackled to the ground, a seemingly all too common occurance on this bandwagon of freaks and misfits. As if she had to recap, she had recently gotten her nose prettied up an ugly purple. It took her a damn good while and damn good bit of effort to fix it up the best she could without raiding medical supplies, and here she was again being shoved back to square one. On the ground, with a stronger body on top of hers, Maiyah set her journal sailing to the floor, as a rather undiginified scream broke free from her like a wild animal.

Without even looking to see who exactly the culprit was, Maiyah began beating her fists in the most effective direction she could possibly manage. Towards the face of her attacker was a good start, despite the fact that she could easily be trounced by any one of these escaped carnies on any given day of the week. She put her legs into action as well, kicking at whatever open areas she could in the hopes that her mild blows could lend her some relief. "GET. THE HELL. OFFA ME. YOU SONOVA BITCH," she hollared. She regreted, painfully regreted, leaving her gun back in her quarters. Even if she had no ammo in the cartridge, she could at least give whoever this was a good whollop with its butt.

A cracked skull in exchange for a possibly broken nose. "DAMNIT, I SAID GET OFF! THE DEVIL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she shrieked.