Monday Morning, 8:47 a.m.
In the Capsule Corp. briefing room, Bulma stood before her employees and a group of corporate big wigs. This was really supposed to be her father standing before these people, but a bout of the flu had him incapacitated, so because she was the other force behind the production of the company, she had to take his spot today. She hated being around these pompous corporate types. They were full of themselves and didn't contribute to anything. Just throwing their weight around. Stiff bastards. One day she would be running the company by herself, so this was what she had to look forward to. Manufacturing the products was by far more appealing than this. By the looks of her employees, they weren't too pleased either. Whatever! Bulma Briefs was intimidated by no one!
Standing at the head of the conference table, Bulma motions everyone to sit. The blue suit corporate jerks hesitate for a few seconds before taking a seat at the long, oval table. Bulma resists the urge to say something smart. Just be cool, Bulma. Represent this company professionally as your father would.
"Good morning everyone, I want to thank my employees for attending this meeting. Once this is over, you all can return to the lab. Well, we all know why we are here, and I am sure Cryogen Representatives want to see the new Capsule Corporation, medical capsules." Bulma announces.
Behold, the first hand goes up. Bulma pulls a tight smile at the pudgy, balding middle aged man in blue. She felt a little queasy.
"Yes? You have a question?" Bulma asks.
"Will Mr. Brief be joining this meeting?" He asks.
Oh so you don't think I can conduct this meeting myself? Bulma thinks. She felt a little shaky as she wiped a hand across her forehead. Perhaps it was this black dress suit! Why was it so hot?
"My father is feeling under the weather, so I am here, as the vice president of Capsule Corporation."
"Yes you are." He says smartly.
Beautiful. Young. Unmarried. Rich. Famous. People were so shallow. Was it so hard to believe that she could be all those things and intelligent too? The Medical Capsule line was actually created by her. Manufactured and designed!
"Well...uh...We did our research and found that there are many rural areas in this Country that are without adequate medical technology or supplies. Even in this very city, adequate medical treatment is costly, and outdated. I tried making capsules that contain the medical supplies that are needed to provide the best results for treating any patients." Bulma says shakily. She wasn't feeling well.
A much younger Cryogen rep raises his hand in the air. He is young. Nice looking, brown hair, and a superior look to his face.
"Miss. Brief are you saying hospitals aren't making sure that patients are receiving adequate treatment? I know Capsule Corporation is renowned for its production capsule encasings of weapons, vehicles, homes, wardrobes, you name it. Capsule Corporation is the sole provider of efficient, advanced living today. Your father's company is a household name! But, aren't you stepping over your field a little bit? Medicine and science aren't anywhere in the same category."
It was so hot. She felt very jittery. It wasn't because of the heat was it? She certainly wasn't nervous. What is up with me? She thought. Snap out of it.
"Science and Medicine do exist together in the same field. It is because of science's existence in the medical field that so many cures and life saving treatments exists. Trust me, once you see one of our models, you won't be so quick to judgment..." Bulma explains, unconsciously taking her long blue hair out of the bun pinned to the back of her head.
A few men look at Bulma lustily. She didn't even realize they were almost practically drooling as she begin unbuttoning her blouse a little. A pretty young brunette woman, named Polli, gets up from her seat and rushes to Bulma's side. This was not like her boss. Concerned, she grabs her gently by one of her shoulders. Bulma's blue eyes looked glazed over. As if she wasn't aware of what she were doing.
"Miss. Brief are you feeling alright? You don't look very good." She whispers.
Bulma politely takes Polli's hand off of her shoulder. She always thought Polli was just so kind.
"I'm fine Polli! Thank you! How about we show them the prototype, eh? Welson, Please launch capsule number 31!"
Welson, her lead engineer, gets up and makes his way to the front of the room. A handsome young country boy, Welson has worked for their company for the last 4 years and been a great help to their science division. He looks at Bulma and smiles politely before throwing the capsule to the floor. The Reps look on in anticipation. The thick cloud of smoke clears up to reveal a large cylinder machine. Similar to a tanning machine, but this machine had a green, liquid substance floating in it. There was a small round window at the base of the machine. Capsule Corp employees have pleased looks on their faces. It was no way Cryogen could resist these allowing capsules in hospitals. Cryogen represented anything that had to do with the medical field. They were the ones responsible for approving or disapproving the medical supplies and equipment for used for treating and diagnosing patients.
The young Cryogen employee stride's over to the model. He bends this way and that, looking for any type of flaw. Bulma laughed on the inside. Bulma Brief never created anything flawed. Kami, she felt like she needed to throw up. Did she eat? Yes! She and Vegeta had eaten together before he left to train. So that wasn't it. Polli was nervously tugging at the long braid of hers slung across her shoulder. Miss Brief was definitely not alright. She hadn't heard a word this gentleman was saying to her. Something had to be amist, because Bulma would never risk Capsule Corporations impeccable image. Or that of her own.
"Excuse me? Miss Brief? Is everything okay?" The Cryogen employee asks genuinely concerned. He had been asking her about its construction, when he noticed she wasn't even listening.
This guy looked just like Yamcha! Without the scars. Without warning, Bulma tries to speak but cannot form words. Her eyes roll up in her head and she faints. The rep grabs her before she can hit the floor. He shakes her, trying to stir her awake, but to no avail. The Capsule Corp. employees rush to her side. Polli runs from the room, looking for someone to help the heiress. This was the one only time she wished she'd run into that creepy, short guy Bulma has been taking up with. Maybe he knew what was wrong with Miss Brief.