Chapter 1
"So, I've called all of you here because you are the top scientists, engineers, and computer specialists in Capsule Corp.," Bulma proclaimed, standing at the head of a long conference table. "And I am in need of your assistance."
"We will do anything to help you, Mrs. Briefs," spoke up one of the engineers.
"Uh, yeah. OK," she continued, trying to ignore the peon who was obviuosly kissing butt. "The problem is this: There is an alternate timeline in which there is there are two rogue Jinzounengen. They are demolishing everything, and brute strength can't stop them. Does anyone have any ideas on how to stop them?"
The room remained silent. Somewhere, a cricket chirped.
Bulma sighed. "OK, I will assign two people to work on this problem." She surveyed the room and saw Amano Miura, the newest, and most promising, computer technician at Capsule Corp. The girl had long hair that was a deep shade of purple and equally dark, slanted eyes that displayed her asian heritage.
"Miura, are you willing to undertake an assignment like this?"
The girl's head shot up from her gaze that was focused on the table, and she cast Bulma a determined look with violet eyes.
"Yes, I will try."
"Good." Bulma smiled at the girl; just out of High School and taking on challenges like this. It made her wish she was young again.
Looking around the table, Bulma's gaze rested on Montana Saniko, the American geneticist who dropped out of college because it 'didn't prove to be a challenge' to her. Montana was one of the finest minds on the planet, rivaling Bulma's own knack for solving the impossible problem.
"Montana, you always say you're up for a new challenge. How 'bout it?"
The American raised a fine, blue eyebrow and shrugged.
"Mission accepted."
Bulma smiled, knowing that the future was in good hands. "OK, the rest of you are dismissed. Thank you for your time."
As the crowd disperssed, Bulma gathered her papers and breifcase, then strode over to the two young women.
"Montana, Miura, I will set up a laboratory on the basement floor where I will have all the data on the Jinzounengen sent. Also, you will be working with some friends of mine, they have had first hand experience with the androids from our time, and will be able to help you. And I will send you all the information of the Mirai timeline , so you won't be confused when we talk about it..."
Bulma trailed off as she left the room, planning her next big project, leaving the two girls in the room to talk.
"Do you have any idea what she was talking about?" Miura asked, brushing her waist-length indigo hair out of her face. Montana adjusted her own shoulder length blue hair, then fixed a serious gaze on the younger woman.
"No. I seriously think Mrs. Briefs has lost it this time."
Miura nodded her head in agreement, and they proceded to the elevator to leave the building.
"She said something about a Miraii timeline," Montana musesd, pushing the ground floor button. "Do you have any idea what this could entail?"
Miura shrugged. "I have no idea. How are we supposed to stop a force that doesn't exist in our dimension. We'd have to create a whole new science to do that."
"I know," the blue haired American agreed. "I wonder what we've gotten outselves into."
"So, I've called all of you here because you are the top scientists, engineers, and computer specialists in Capsule Corp.," Bulma proclaimed, standing at the head of a long conference table. "And I am in need of your assistance."
"We will do anything to help you, Mrs. Briefs," spoke up one of the engineers.
"Uh, yeah. OK," she continued, trying to ignore the peon who was obviuosly kissing butt. "The problem is this: There is an alternate timeline in which there is there are two rogue Jinzounengen. They are demolishing everything, and brute strength can't stop them. Does anyone have any ideas on how to stop them?"
The room remained silent. Somewhere, a cricket chirped.
Bulma sighed. "OK, I will assign two people to work on this problem." She surveyed the room and saw Amano Miura, the newest, and most promising, computer technician at Capsule Corp. The girl had long hair that was a deep shade of purple and equally dark, slanted eyes that displayed her asian heritage.
"Miura, are you willing to undertake an assignment like this?"
The girl's head shot up from her gaze that was focused on the table, and she cast Bulma a determined look with violet eyes.
"Yes, I will try."
"Good." Bulma smiled at the girl; just out of High School and taking on challenges like this. It made her wish she was young again.
Looking around the table, Bulma's gaze rested on Montana Saniko, the American geneticist who dropped out of college because it 'didn't prove to be a challenge' to her. Montana was one of the finest minds on the planet, rivaling Bulma's own knack for solving the impossible problem.
"Montana, you always say you're up for a new challenge. How 'bout it?"
The American raised a fine, blue eyebrow and shrugged.
"Mission accepted."
Bulma smiled, knowing that the future was in good hands. "OK, the rest of you are dismissed. Thank you for your time."
As the crowd disperssed, Bulma gathered her papers and breifcase, then strode over to the two young women.
"Montana, Miura, I will set up a laboratory on the basement floor where I will have all the data on the Jinzounengen sent. Also, you will be working with some friends of mine, they have had first hand experience with the androids from our time, and will be able to help you. And I will send you all the information of the Mirai timeline , so you won't be confused when we talk about it..."
Bulma trailed off as she left the room, planning her next big project, leaving the two girls in the room to talk.
"Do you have any idea what she was talking about?" Miura asked, brushing her waist-length indigo hair out of her face. Montana adjusted her own shoulder length blue hair, then fixed a serious gaze on the younger woman.
"No. I seriously think Mrs. Briefs has lost it this time."
Miura nodded her head in agreement, and they proceded to the elevator to leave the building.
"She said something about a Miraii timeline," Montana musesd, pushing the ground floor button. "Do you have any idea what this could entail?"
Miura shrugged. "I have no idea. How are we supposed to stop a force that doesn't exist in our dimension. We'd have to create a whole new science to do that."
"I know," the blue haired American agreed. "I wonder what we've gotten outselves into."