Woo Hoo! I got out of goin to college this fall! YAY!!!!!!!
Sonic Maelstrom
By: ME I SAY!!!!!!!! ME!!!!!!!!!!
Bulma held her breath as the sirens started to run throughout the ship. The frequency they had found in a medical log book, thanks to Mali, triggered a chemical reaction in their brain, short circuiting their brains.
Well…it had taken a lot more work than that. Goku had been a real sport, dealing with all the tests without complaint. He took his part in their plan very seriously and turned out to be a very good actor. Every time anyone came to check up on him, usually Raditz who turned out to be the little guy's older brother, and once Vegeta, he would writhe and moan. Bulma came up with the excuse that his body, after having the malfunctioning unit in it for so long, was now trying to reject it now that it was fixed.
Raditz, knowing practically nothing about biology or biotechnology would just shrug and tell her to make him better faster, but Vegeta…
Bulma frowned remembering how he looked at her during that one visit. It was the day before their dead line, yesterday. He had looked at the work she, Alua, and Mali had done. It was all there, a competent realistic work record, but he seemed unconvinced. He was going to have her open the damn things up and show him by hand what else needed to be done, but, thankfully, the kid had the good sense to make himself useful.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! BUUUUULMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Bulma jumped, forgetting that the kid was faking it, and ran straight for the little room he was in. She remembered right at the door, where Goku was grinning at her before starting up his act again. Vegeta came in as well, to watch her attend her patient before the door slid closed.
Alua and Mali looked up from their 'work'…a game of Dr. Mario without the Mario. They had told Vegeta that this was the best way to organize the kind of information held in the memory banks of their projects, yeah right! The only reason they were even still in that place was because they had a lot more to offer to what Dr. Briefs was trying to do then they expected. Mali could go through texts and texts of medical journals very fast in order to find anything useful, and Alua, thanks to her father, was extremely good at micro-technology. Even Bulma was surprised how the girl could turn just about anything into a weapon.
Alua turned to one of her new self-proclaimed best friends, "What d'you think is goin' on Mal?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, we might get caught, we might not."
Alua rolled her eyes, "You and your bloody philosophy." Bulma had finally broken down and asked Mali a few days before about how she always seemed to take everything in stride. Her answer was simple. Her people had lived with the mentality of what will happen, will happen, a completely relaxed laid-back culture. Alua rolled her eyes, knowing that that idea won't hold up for long with everyone else worried as hell around her.
Mali shrugged again. She was about to start the game up again when the door slid open again. Bulma came out, her face flushed with anger and Vegeta stalked out of there, a huge dark cloud practically following him. Alua and Mali had only met him a little while ago, and already they could tell he needed a major attitude adjustment…not that they would ever tell him that.
Alua waited until she was sure he was gone to ask softly, "What happened, Blue?"
She flushed even more and growled, "That pompous ass! He oh-so-politely reminded me of what would happen if I didn't meet his stupid deadline! Then he had the gall to insult my work!"
Mali quirked a brow, "And why did he leave in such a huff?"
Bulma smiled now, "Well…I kind of told him that if he dared to touch me if I didn't want him to, I'd program every machine in this place to go after certain parts of him anatomy."
Alua burst out laughing, then caught herself as she noticed something, "Blue, why didn't he just…kill you? I know he could, but…he jut left instead."
Bulma shrugged, "Maybe they have a thing with not killing whatever they want to have sex with, I don't know."
Mali frowned now, "Why would you think that?"
She smiled and sat down next to the two girls, "I dunno, women's intuition I suppose. I figured from talking to those two geniuses," she gestured to the still arm wrestling brothers on the other side of the room, "that Saiyans are very much against sex with underage girls. However, they have been known to keep girls as their slaves or whatever until they're old enough to, you know. And well…he might feel like keeping me around."
Alua shook her head, Bulma's train of thought could be warped sometimes, her multi-colored hair floating about, "That doesn't make sense though, what about the gorilla guy?"
"Oh, him. I did ask about him. He apparently used to be one of the biggest enforcers of that rule until a little while ago, no one knows why he changed."
"Bulma dear!"
Bulma blinked and looked over to her father, who was monitoring the frequency that was now bouncing off of every wall in the ship, "We have only a few more moments, get ready!"
She nodded. After the sound did its job, she was to run to the prisoners cell and get every able-bodied adult a pair of the gloves her father had made, and get them all to the parts of the ship with Saiyans in them and load them all into the cryo-stasis room.
Mali and Alua were in the east sector of the ship, where they had installed the last piece to their work. They were waiting instruction.
Alua popped up on the little communications screen Bulma had whipped up, "Ok, Blue, the thing is almost done, get ready!"
Bulma gasped as she saw the dark mark of her cheek, "What happened!?"
Alua only shrugged, "Got my head bounced off the wall a bit before he passed out, smart bloke figured out what we were doing once the sirens started going off, now get going!" She closed hers off.
Bulma sighed, injuries were to be expected, she guessed. She looked down at Goku, his eyes wide and pretty much blank. They had rigged up a nice pair of ear muffs for the little guy, but he still felt some of the effects, he was getting pretty woozy.
She pushed him back down on his little bed again, telling him with her eyes to go to sleep, and started for the prisoner's cell. She passed a few Saiyans on the way. One, who was still barely conscious tried to grab at her, but slumped to the floor in time. She sighed as she popped open the panel to the lock, smooth so far.
She got the doors open enough to slip through, it turned out that the door, when it didn't have the right key, had to be cranked open by hand. She looked out into the long, long room, very pleased to see that they had taken what Alua had said seriously when she had been sent back here to install the second piece. All the older people were waiting for instruction.
Bulma opened a dino-cap, revealing a couple crates of the special gloves, "You guys know what to do?"
The people nearest to her nodded, while the rest of them cheered. Bulma smiled widely, humans were actually easy to organize when their freedom was at stake.
She was about to head off to the part of the ship that she was taking care of when she felt two little hands reach out and grab a hold of the white dress she still wore, the damn thing never seemed to get dirty!
She looked down, to see the little faces of the kids she had met earlier that week looking determinedly up at her.
One of them said up to her, "We want to help too."
Bulma bit her lip, then impulsively grabbed a hold of their hands and quickly brought them to where her dad was, "Ok, I'll explain later, just give them something to do!"
Dr. Briefs only blinked at the two kids, who introduced themselves as Korben and Ramsey. He supposed they had to have some technical skill for Bulma to bring them here. He stroked kitty a bit before seeing if they could handle re-programming lock and security systems.
Korben looked at what was on the screen, "We can do all the locks, but our dad never showed us big security stuff like that."
Briefs nodded, "Alright then, you two are now my new helpers. Get started on opening all the doors to every sector right away, we have to make sure we get them all."
The kids nodded, then dove into their work.
Briefs shook his head, looking over the many screens of cameras that he had tapped into that morning. All the Saiyans were down. The first four sectors were already nearly cleared, Alua and Mali making sure that the rest of the people assigned there did their work very efficiently, but the last two…
The fifth seemed to be completely cleared and the Saiyans there already in the pods meant for them and were currently being chilled, but the last.
He kept switching from screen to screen…where was Bulma?
MOOOO!!!!!!!1
