"After the Sleeper Woke Up" - Chapter Eleven Chapter Eleven

The ship was round, and built into two accessible levels. The top level was mostly for controls, computer systems, and the sleeping and living quarters. The second level had a training room on it. Endive was mildly impressed with it. The level of gravity in this room alone could be lowered or raised, and there were targets that seemed to be meant to help improve agility and speed. Endive intended on spending a little time in this room; perhaps on the more boring days, the days she got sick of just staring out at the blackness.
She wandered into the room the sleeping quarters were housed in, and arched a brow. Nice set up. They were built into the wall, long enough for someone a little over six feet to sleep comfortably in, each closed off in the front by curtains. There were three of them, one for her, one for Trunks, and a spare. Maybe Bulma thought she might be bringing someone back with her? Unlikely.
After drawing back the heavy curtain on one, she peered inside. It was, indeed, built into the wall. The bed itself was only wide enough for one person to sleep comfortably, and only if that person didn't flop around or lie spread all over. At the head end was a light, and at the opposite a small monitor of some kind, possibly for correspondence.
She nearly burst out laughing when she realized the width of the bed. Was this a way of Bulma's to ensure nothing happened between them? She shook her head in disgust and turned to go to the training room. Not bloody likely, that was for sure.
There were several lockers in the small hall entrance to the training room. One had her name, and the other Trunks' name, and the last was blank. Endive stopped and prowled through the one with her name on it, and was surprised to find what looked remarkably like Saiya-jin fighting jackets (armor) in them, even the snug fitting suits of black or blue to go under them. She found the boots next, and even gloves; she never cared for gloves, though. She always burned holes in them.
She pulled on one of the fighting jackets. It fit well. Apparently this had even been designed a little more pliable to fit the female form.
Trunks walked in then, and looked at her for a moment. She arched a brow at the lavender haired boy, and tipped her head in a gesture towards the locker with his name. "Your mom made some for you, too. For all purposes, it looks and acts like Saiya-jin armor." The jacket wasn't that comfortable over her tank top and with the jeans she wore. She had to unwrap her tail from her waist to get it to fit properly without the jumpsuit on, but it seemed to be working well. Of course, she couldn't know for sure until she took a blast with it. She hoped she wouldn't be doing that soon.
Endive struggled out of it, wiggling around to get it off over her head. "Of course, it fits better with the suits under it, I'm sure," she said, though it was a bit muffled. She finally got it off and gave her head a shake to toss her hair out of her face, then glanced at him. "Oh yes. . . by the way, for all purposes on any planet we visit, you are a full blooded Saiya-jin unless I tell you otherwise. If you happen to meet anyone that realizes that you're missing your tail, it was lost in an accident. Is that clear?"
"Think you could give me any more orders?" he had his armor out now and was stretching it, testing it out. She pulled out a pair of boots and the jumpsuit to go along with the jacket, and arched a brow at him.
"Don't tempt me," she said, "or else I'll put you to scrubbing the floor with that pretty purple hair." This said, she turned and strode away to put the armor on.