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Post by Admin on May 15, 2012 8:01:09 GMT -5
(OOC: Here is where you will find a Bulma)
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Post by sexystrife on Jun 24, 2012 16:59:42 GMT -5
(OOC: Continued from: Main Deck)
Gohan inhaled softly, as if gathering his courage before he leaned forward and pressed the com button, speaking as clearly as possible:
“Bulma open up it’s me.”
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Post by nightriddler on Jun 25, 2012 7:01:57 GMT -5
Bulma was satisfied with the work she’d been doing, but admittedly she hadn’t made as much progress as she would’ve liked. She’d been wearing a heavy duty noise-canceling headset for the last hour or so, some bad boys she designed herself, and that had granted her complete silence to work on her newest chip she was designing for Vegeta’s gravity chamber.
Still, her work was slowed down with continuous glances over at the small monitor on the table in the back of the lab. The monitor showed the inside of the gravity chamber, where a certain Saiyan was training. She was only checking to make sure the inconsiderate jackass didn’t ruin HER gravity chamber, as he was prone to do sometimes. She was backed up enough as it was on her work.
Her headset suddenly beeped right before Gohan’s voice from the intercom trickled in through the headset, startling Bulma half-to-death. Bulma reached up and yanked off the headset with a frustrated huff, letting it fall on the table before she got up and headed over to the large doors to her lab.
She slid the metallic doors open, expecting to only see Gohan. Her blue eyes widened though at the group in front of her. Krillin was unconscious, only supported by that Saiyan chick she didn’t know the name of – Toma something? – and Gohan, who looked like he could barely stand. The kid had a frog of all things clinging in his hair, and when she glanced over Gohan’s shoulder, she was unsurprised to find the Jsunilion alien woman close behind – another one she didn’t know the name of. But first things were first.
“What the hell happened? Here, people, let’s get Krillin in and lay him down so I can take a look at him,” Bulma ordered, slipping in to help Gohan with Krillin’s weight. She eyed them both with concern, quickly deduced that they would live, and then fixed Gohan with a glare. “As for you, sit down, now, before you keel over - and tell me just what you two geniuses did this time.”
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Post by redpyrocat on Jun 25, 2012 9:05:10 GMT -5
Everion blinked and followed them into the room. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she saw all the amazing metal things that were in this room. She saw one thing laying on a counter that to round things that were connected by a curved stick. She picked it up, the insides of the round things were squishy.
She started to squeeze the squishy stuff, she liked the way it felt. She smiled, this was really interesting. She jumped out of her skin when it made a loud “BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP”
Everion dropped it back on the table and retreated behind Gohan. She removed Mo from his head and hid herself from the beeping thing. She stroked Mo, resulting his gurgling purr. She didn’t like that the thing was still beeping, she must have hurt it some how…..
After some time the thing stopped beeping, Everion peaked out from behind Gohan and looked at the lady with blue stuff on her head….why does everyone here, except for the bald monster, have that stuff on their head? Everion stared at her, fascinated. This lady seemed kinda angry….why? She was going to have someone answer all of her questions….now.
She took a deep breath, and opened her mouth, “What is that beepy machine for? Who are you? What is this room? What is the blue stuff on your head? Why are you angry? What do you want with the bald monster? Do you have candy?”
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Post by nightriddler on Jun 25, 2012 16:11:01 GMT -5
Bulma shrieked when she heard the beeping, grabbing Gohan and yanking the boy back to support Krillin quickly before she ran towards one of her projects she had laid out on one of the tables in the room. She instantly hit a trigger on it to stop the alarm, and sighed in relief. It didn’t look harmed, which was good. She was gonna need this part to build a robot later. Bulma tucked it out of sight, and then shot the green alien woman a disapproving glare as the woman fired off a bunch of questions in rapid succession.
“Well, lady, to answer some of your questions, my name is Bulma Briefs and this room is my lab, so don’t - touch - ANYTHING! You’re gonna either ruin one of my projects or you’re gonna get yourself hurt! That goes for all of you!” Bulma’s voice started to rise as her blue eyes blazed with anger. “And Krillin is practically my brother, he’s NOT A MONSTER, so you better watch what you call him in MY lab, sister, before I cook that frog of yours!”
She took a deep breath to calm down, before turning her attention back to Krillin and Gohan. She helped the teenaged boy support the older man’s weight as she whispered worriedly under her breath, “He’s not a monster, but he needs to tone this down before he gets himself killed.”
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Post by sexystrife on Jun 25, 2012 18:05:17 GMT -5
Gohan flinched inwardly at the sudden influx of noise and the sudden weight that had been placed back onto his shoulders as Bulma ran to salvage whatever it was that Everion had gotten her hands onto. The sudden hollow sounds of steel clanking together rang with deafening clarity, and mixing with the angered octave Bulma’s voice had taken made for a horrible mixture of pain. The teen shook his head, trying his best to clear his head without harming the frog, taking what Bulma had said earlier to heart, whether she meant it or not.
“C’mon Bulma, give her a break. She doesn’t mean anything by it.” Gohan started in, his tone had been edging on pleading for only a moment before Bulma’s crystalline stare ultimately silenced him, and in his silence the pain that had ebbed from his temples surged back, making the boy wince. He could feel her watching him, and his sensitive hearing picked up what sounded to be tapping, rhythmic tapping, and a sharp sigh of annoyance that he knew to be hers.
There had always been something about the way she looked at him, perhaps the way her glare sized him up, that always made him feel like a child. Bulma finally relieved him of Krillin’s weight with an agitated huff and moved the wounded monk to an empty table, finally allowing Gohan to fall back into a nearby chair. The teen’s head slumped forward, the throbbing in his temples worsening as his chin grazed the singed cloth of his Gi. Dread began to pool within the pit of his gut, overriding his pain when he finally drew his gaze forward and settled his eyes on Bulma’s form. His vision swam; he couldn’t keep his gaze steady on her, and felt that if he continued to strain he may very well pass out. Gohan huffed softly, wiping at his bloodied nose with his forearm as he turned his gaze away from her and directed it at the floor. It was time now, if he stalled longer she would just get angrier.
“We were training in the Panic room,” Gohan began, and already he could feel Bulma tense, knowing now there was no going back he continued; “and things got a little outta hand….And I blew out one of the walls...”
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Post by redpyrocat on Jun 26, 2012 12:02:17 GMT -5
Everion flinched, stuffed Mo onto her head, and hid behind a table. She curled into a little ball, trying to make herself as invisible as possible, and cover her eyes. If she couldn’t see Bulma, then Bulma couldn’t see her.
Mo didn’t like Bulma either, he didn’t care for anyone who threatened to cook him. He poked his head out of Everion’s spines, and let out a loud croak. He then gave a sharp nod of his head before disappearing into Everion’s spines once more.
Everion mumbled into her hands, “the bald one is a monster…he tried to kill Gohan…”
She curled into an even tighter ball, and grabbed Mo. He let out a strangled croak of protest as she hugged him tightly to her chest, trying to keep him safe from Bulma.
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Post by sexystrife on Jun 26, 2012 14:32:53 GMT -5
Bulma’s silence unnerved him, and he soon found himself looking to the floor and away from her eyes, anything to stave off the look he knew would come. It always ended the very same way, whether it be him or krillin laying without the strength to move, her eyes were always the same. He could take her anger, he could take the yelling, he had shouldered so much worse. No, it was her eyes that dug deep into his very being and tore at his heart. He knew how much it hurt her to see the remaining of her friends tearing one another apart. With each new training session they returned to her broken, and she alone had to put them back together. How much longer could they keep this up before the damage was irreversible? How much longer until they left her all alone?
“Everion,” Gohan’s voice emerged softly, his tone easy and soft despite his pain, “He’s not a monster…He was just tryin’ to help me.” Gohan raised his gaze and offered her a smile, trying to ease her fear as best he could. No point in the both of them being upset, not with what he knew was coming. “It’s ok, just try not ta’ touch anything, ok?”
The teen’s voice faded somewhat as he returned his attention to Bulma, his dark eyes steady now that he’d a moment to catch his breath. He readied himself, and locked eyes with the blue haired woman.
“…Sorry…”
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Post by nightriddler on Jun 27, 2012 13:47:16 GMT -5
Bulma focused on gently setting Krillin, with the Saiyan woman’s help, onto one of the back tables in the corner she’d made into a makeshift medical station. The table was padded nicely and lowered, and it was comfortable enough. Sometimes she’d just crash there for a few hours instead of going back to her own quarters.
She straightened when she heard Gohan mention the panic room. Figured. She reached up and rubbed her forehead when the boy added that they had blown out an entire wall, in an effort to keep her temper in check. As if she didn’t have enough work to do.
She shook her head as she heard Everion speak and then Gohan try to smooth everything over. The boy was just like his father, always trying to keep the peace. It was almost comforting, but that feeling disappeared when she looked back down at Krillin. He would be okay, she was sure of it. After all, he’d survived worse. But damn if it wasn’t emotionally exhausting seeing him and Gohan do this to each other all the time. She fully understood the need, but was it necessary to push to this degree?
Bulma glanced over and sighed when she saw the green alien woman curled into a ball. “Look, you don’t have to get on the floor, I’m not gonna bite you or anything – just don’t touch my stuff,” she snapped.
She shifted her gaze over to Gohan, just in time to make eye contact with the boy as he apologized. She bit down her anger as she scanned him over in concern, her eyes scrutinizing his injuries.
“Well, kid, don’t apologize to me. I’m not the one who looks like I was just run over by a truck. Just relax, Gohan. Let me see to Krillin and then I’ll take a look at you.”
She turned back a little, before adding, “And don’t think for ONE SECOND that I’m going to repair that damage to the wall by myself. I’m already backed up on my work, so you and Krillin are gonna help me fix it, and I DARE either of you to tell me no. Maybe then you’ll both start thinking about the person who always has to clean up your messes, since neither of you ever thinks about me as it is.”
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Post by sexystrife on Jun 27, 2012 17:07:37 GMT -5
Gohan nodded slowly, lowering his gaze to his singed hands as he took in the rest of Bulma’s words in silence. The teen twiddled his thumbs, and bit at his lip as his nervous habits began to take over in the wake of his silence.
“Well, it was my fault…I shouldn’t of gotten so worked up. It wasn’t krillin’s fault.” Gohan murmured softly, gazing shyly up at Bulma though his sable locks as though afraid she would strike him down then and there. His fidgeting ceased momentarily as his gaze fell, and he silently marveled at how damaged his hands truly were: Burned, bloodied and torn from excessive use of Ki. Gohan sighed and wiped the drying blood that seemed to decorate his palms on his Gi. His mother would have a stroke if she could see him now.
“…How is he?” The teen nearly whispered his inquiry, returning his attention to Bulma.
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Post by redpyrocat on Jun 29, 2012 12:57:29 GMT -5
(OOC: I can’t think of any creative names for the herbal plants from Everion’s home planet, so I’m just going to use a few that could be used in real life. Forgive my laziness  ) Mo squirmed in her hands as Everion stared at the injured man. She wandered over to him, she still wasn’t sure about how safe this man was, but Gohan seemed concern. That was all she needed to examine him. She didn’t like to see Gohan so distressed. Everion leaned in close to one of his more severe wounds, “Do you have Aloe vera, Astragalus, Barberry, Black cohosh, and Marigold? These will help him heal, and then we can stitch him up and let him rest.” She turned and looked at Bulma, expecting her to start pointing where the plants are within the room the seemed to be exclusively metal. She looked at Gohan, he didn’t look too good right about now. Everion walked over to him, picked him up and marched him to another chair….bed thingy that was like the one the bald….Krillin, was laying on. She laid him down, and looked at Gohan sternly, “Lay down before you fall down.” She then turned her attention back to Bulma, frowning, “Where are the herbs?” |
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Post by nightriddler on Jul 1, 2012 15:35:24 GMT -5
"Krillin will be fine. He won't be out very long, knowing him," Bulma answered, examining the burns and bruises on her friend with a close eye. She gently started to remove the top of Krillin's gi, wincing as she did. The more skin that was exposed, the more burns that were too. Her wince turned into a grimace, and then a deep sigh when she saw nasty bruises already forming on Krillin's side. "He's got some busted ribs to go along with ki burns. Nothing he can't handle. You guys might have to take it easy for a day or two - you know, if that's not TOO much to ask," she snapped.
Turning her attention to the green alien woman upon her question, Bulma frowned back. "Herbs? Look sister, unless you've brought some herbs with you, I don't have anything like that. But what I DO have will work fine. This isn't my first barbeque you know."
Bulma reached over Krillin where there was a shelf, shoving some things aside. It was probably a mess to anyone else, but she knew where everything was. Finally, she found a container and pulled it down, flipping it open. Inside was a myriad of different capsules. After all, she hadn't come unprepared, knowing full well how Krillin and Gohan liked to train. Her supply was half gone by now though. She was gonna have to get creative when it started running low.
Bulma examined the capsules carefully, and then grabbed one, clicked it, and threw it on another table in the room. Bandages, bottles of different lotions, and bottles of pills appeared. She sifted through the bottles of lotions - briefly distracted by an expensive bottle of skin lotion for herself that she could've sworn she lost moons ago - and then picked out two bottles specifically.
"Here," she said, tossing one lotion bottle to the alien woman. "You want to help? Put some of that on Gohan's burns while I handle Krillin. I designed the chemical composition myself years ago. It's specifically for ki burns. It doesn't smell the greatest but it'll heal him up pretty quick and it'll make it stop hurting too."
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Post by redpyrocat on Jul 3, 2012 13:28:31 GMT -5
Everion caught the bottle and stared at it. She mumbled,”How did it come out of the bean?”
She was moderately scared to ask another question, Bulma seemed like she didn’t want to tell her anything. Everion opened the bottle and cringed, Bulma wasn’t kidding about the smell. She started to apply the lotion to Gohan’s burns, she wanted to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
Mo poked his head out, looked around. He decided the coast was clear, and leapt onto Gohan’s head. He let out a quiet croak, and made a nest out of the black fluffy stuff on his head. Mo looked at Everion and let out a gurgling purr, he rather liked Gohan’s head. Everion smiled, Mo seemed to really be fond of Gohan…and he wasn’t afraid to be around the other people in the room.
“Mo really likes you, you’re the only stranger that he likes to sit on. He must really trust you…or maybe he just likes the black fluffy stuff on your head.”
Mo let out a reproachful croak, and glared at her. Everion giggled, she took that as a sign that she could trust them as well. She gently stroked Mo’s head, and went back to what she was doing. After a few more moments, she was finally done putting the lotion on Gohan.
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Post by sexystrife on Jul 3, 2012 16:11:57 GMT -5
The cool sensation of the lotion made the young teen wince at first, before it ultimately subsided and began to warm against his skin, “….Thank you” Gohan murmured softly, trying hard to suppress his awkward flush as she drew closer to him. He’d never done well with physical contact; Bulma had always said that his father had been the same way when he was a boy. Always smiling, always laughing, but strange when it came to others touching him. Gohan relaxed, finally at ease with her caresses once he’d convinced himself no pain would come of it, and finally trained his gaze upon her and her strange eyes.
“So, why are you here—Hey!” Gohan chuckled, a bright smile finding him as the frog once again found its way onto his head again. It nestled around for a moment or two, tussling his sable locks here and there before finally growing comfortable in its new found nest and settled in-Croaking in triumph.
“He must like my hair, huh? Mo is it? I’m gohan!” The teen chirped playfully as he stroked the frog atop his head. It was nice, situation aside, to relax for a moment and allow himself to smile. Even if it only lasted a short while.
“So, why are you here, Miss Everion?” Gohan’s voice settled finally, still edging on laughter as he returned his attention to Everion, “You don’t seem like much of a fighter.”
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Post by redpyrocat on Jul 3, 2012 16:36:43 GMT -5
Mo gurgled again, he rubbed his head into Gohan. Everion watched him for a few moments, her smiled faded slightly, she wasn’t sure how to explain it herself. She walked over to an empty table, and stopped to think of how to explain herself.
She closed the lotion bottle, and kept her back to Gohan, she stared at the bottle in her hands.
“Many years ago, Frieza came to my home planet…and drove my race to near extinction, our planet was almost totally burnt to the ground. Ever since then, we have been in the process of replanting the trees to bring our planet back to its former glory. I am here to try and save others from the same misfortune as my kind.”
She set the lotion on a table, she avoided looking at Bulma, Everion feared that she would be judgmental of her. She looked back at Gohan, she gave him wink.
“Don’t assume I’m not a fighter. I am, I’m just concealing the majority of my power. I have three more transformations. I could be of some use later on.”
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