Broli and Turles moved into one of the new rooms that had just been added to Capsule Corporation. The others--and here 'others' means 'Vegeta and Bulma'--had unilaterally decided--which was rare for them--that Broli should keep wearing the ki restraints, albeit in a modified form that allowed him to use his hands. He was too much of a wildcard to be allowed access to his power.
Turles, on the other hand, had had his restraints removed, as long as he kept in line. Or, as Vegeta had put it--
"If you make one wrong move, one threatening gesture or syllable to anyone who lives here, you do so in full knowledge of the fact you're doing it under penalty of pain. And I *mean* pain."
Turles had gulped.
It was the following morning. The queen had to get up even earlier than usual to fix breakfast for the inhabitants of Capsule Corp., seeing as how they had two new Saiyans to deal with.
After breakfast, Turles went back to his room.
Well, that was the plan. But there's always a danger in someone new to a very large place trying to find one room.
***
Turles cursed. He had been wandering the halls of Capsule Corporation for more than an hour trying to find his way back to his room. He may have been smart, but he had a horrible sense of direction.
Of course, he hadn't dared to ask to ask anyone for help. As it was, they could simply assume he was touring the building, and he could survive with his pride intact.
If he ever found the damn room.
*Maybe I should just go back to the main room and start over from there,* he considered.
Then he realized he had forgotten how to get back even to the main room.
***
After a few more minutes wandering those endless halls, he met Vegeta. He stopped Turles, looked at him, for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"Keep going, third hallway on the left, you can't miss it."
Vegeta continued on his way, a smirk creeping its way onto his face. Turles stood, sulking, for a moment. Then he kept going and took the third hallway on the left. Sure enough, not much longer and he came to his room.
He muttered a few choice words to himself.
***
Vegeta snickered as he continued down the hallway. He vaguely remembered the Turles of this timeline as being perpetually lost whenever they had encountered one another. It was nice to see that some things were consistent everywhere.
A couple of minutes later, he had a horrible realization.
***
Bulma was considering sneaking into the gravity chamber for some furtive training, when her enhanced Saiyan hearing picked up something she didn't hear that often, something that scared her every time she did.
Vegeta screaming.
The others were all preoccupied with their own activities and didn't hear, so it was only Bulma who raced down the halls at super-speed.
She halted at a junction. *Damn!* The screams had stopped, and she couldn't tell which direction they had come from.
For a long moment, she stood there in silence. Then, she heard it. She could just barely make out a small whimpering sound. She crept down the left hallway, following the sound.
She took a right turn, and saw her husband laying in the middle of the floor, curled up in a ball, his back to her, muttering to himself. She went and knelt by his side.
"Vegeta?" she asked hesitantly. He turned to her.
"B-Bulma?" She became nervous. He usually reserved use of her actual name for times when he was gloating about something, when it looked like they were about to die, or when they were having a very...interesting...night. It wasn't night, and she doubted he was gloating.
"What is it?"
"I...I just realized something horrible."
Bulma bit her lip. "What is it?"
"Now that Turles and Broli are here...I...I..."
"Yes?"
He suddenly shot up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I MIGHT HAVE TO GO ON ANOTHER ROAD TRIP!"
She blinked. Then, she fought hard to contain the smile threatening to spread over her features. "Did you really think that?"
"Yes...please...please say I won't."
"Of course not."
"Thank the cosmos." Then he collapsed again. Chuckling, Bulma hoisted him into her arms--it was easy, nowadays--and carried him to their bedroom. She tucked him in, got a wet washcloth, and placed it on his forehead.
The next day, after he was done yelling at her for treating him like a "weak, powerless human," she quietly reminded him that he had muttered "Thank you" just before drifting off to sleep.
Turles, on the other hand, had had his restraints removed, as long as he kept in line. Or, as Vegeta had put it--
"If you make one wrong move, one threatening gesture or syllable to anyone who lives here, you do so in full knowledge of the fact you're doing it under penalty of pain. And I *mean* pain."
Turles had gulped.
It was the following morning. The queen had to get up even earlier than usual to fix breakfast for the inhabitants of Capsule Corp., seeing as how they had two new Saiyans to deal with.
After breakfast, Turles went back to his room.
Well, that was the plan. But there's always a danger in someone new to a very large place trying to find one room.
***
Turles cursed. He had been wandering the halls of Capsule Corporation for more than an hour trying to find his way back to his room. He may have been smart, but he had a horrible sense of direction.
Of course, he hadn't dared to ask to ask anyone for help. As it was, they could simply assume he was touring the building, and he could survive with his pride intact.
If he ever found the damn room.
*Maybe I should just go back to the main room and start over from there,* he considered.
Then he realized he had forgotten how to get back even to the main room.
***
After a few more minutes wandering those endless halls, he met Vegeta. He stopped Turles, looked at him, for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"Keep going, third hallway on the left, you can't miss it."
Vegeta continued on his way, a smirk creeping its way onto his face. Turles stood, sulking, for a moment. Then he kept going and took the third hallway on the left. Sure enough, not much longer and he came to his room.
He muttered a few choice words to himself.
***
Vegeta snickered as he continued down the hallway. He vaguely remembered the Turles of this timeline as being perpetually lost whenever they had encountered one another. It was nice to see that some things were consistent everywhere.
A couple of minutes later, he had a horrible realization.
***
Bulma was considering sneaking into the gravity chamber for some furtive training, when her enhanced Saiyan hearing picked up something she didn't hear that often, something that scared her every time she did.
Vegeta screaming.
The others were all preoccupied with their own activities and didn't hear, so it was only Bulma who raced down the halls at super-speed.
She halted at a junction. *Damn!* The screams had stopped, and she couldn't tell which direction they had come from.
For a long moment, she stood there in silence. Then, she heard it. She could just barely make out a small whimpering sound. She crept down the left hallway, following the sound.
She took a right turn, and saw her husband laying in the middle of the floor, curled up in a ball, his back to her, muttering to himself. She went and knelt by his side.
"Vegeta?" she asked hesitantly. He turned to her.
"B-Bulma?" She became nervous. He usually reserved use of her actual name for times when he was gloating about something, when it looked like they were about to die, or when they were having a very...interesting...night. It wasn't night, and she doubted he was gloating.
"What is it?"
"I...I just realized something horrible."
Bulma bit her lip. "What is it?"
"Now that Turles and Broli are here...I...I..."
"Yes?"
He suddenly shot up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I MIGHT HAVE TO GO ON ANOTHER ROAD TRIP!"
She blinked. Then, she fought hard to contain the smile threatening to spread over her features. "Did you really think that?"
"Yes...please...please say I won't."
"Of course not."
"Thank the cosmos." Then he collapsed again. Chuckling, Bulma hoisted him into her arms--it was easy, nowadays--and carried him to their bedroom. She tucked him in, got a wet washcloth, and placed it on his forehead.
The next day, after he was done yelling at her for treating him like a "weak, powerless human," she quietly reminded him that he had muttered "Thank you" just before drifting off to sleep.