Konban wa, minna-chan! Here, for your perusal, is a new chapter of Yosei! Waii!! It hit over 90 degrees here in Wis., so I decided to sit inside and type with a fan blowing on me and a large glass of ice tea sitting next to my 'puter. Too bad I don't have a laptop, or I'd be next to a pool, instead of an oscillating fan, with that ice tea. Mmm....Raspberry..

To answer a question someone had, and to clear a couple things up: Yosei--means elf, fairy. It actually should be spelled Yousei, but I like it this way And musouka means dreamer; daydreamer. It's Gallifrey's pet name for Bra. Anyway, not much *really* happens within, but it sets up for the next chapter. You'll see what I mean. Read on! Gie-chan Yosei: Chapter Five
Disclaimer: Well, they're not mine. Unless they are. Then they're mine. Like Gallifrey. (Get the reference? *grin*)

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~~Labs, Bowels of CC, Later that afternoon~~

A sea of white labcoats swam through the connected rooms,
watching and collecting data on the unknown objects in the separate
rooms. Tashi Soun was surrounded by his own school of coats at all times,
being given up-to-date status reports on the three pods still in stasis.

"Tashi-san, come quick!" One of the labcoats burst into the room,
waving his hands frantically. "Pod 4 is starting to pulse."

Tashi glanced up from his papers and between a few of his
co-workers at the new arrival. "Nani?"

"Pod 4!" The labcoat grunted in exasperation. "It's pulsing like
crazy!"

Tashi pushed his way through his coworkers. "Tell me what's going
on!" He latched onto the guy's sleeve and pulled him out the door.

"Well, I was just coming back from the storage room and the Pod
was flashing." The two entered the room, the pod was doing as the
labcoat said--flashing continuously.

"Get me a phone," he ordered someone. "I need to inform
Bulma-san about this new development." Soon a receiver was placed into
his hands. He spoke as he dialed. "Go and get me the latest on Pods 1 and
2."

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~~Upstairs--Main living quarters~~

A door slamming brought Bulma back to reality, her attention slowly
focused on her tinkering. She glanced up at the clock. "It's four already?"
She sighed at the mess in front of her, noticing she got nothing
accomplished in the last six hours. "It seems like I just got started."

***

In a sense she had. Bulma had sat in Bra's room, nervously watching
over the demi-Saiya-jiin as she slept. She really didn't have to, but Bulma
felt to urge to. So she did, her eyes wavering from her resting daughter
to the door, hoping that their 'visitor' wouldn't come into the room again,
unannounced.

Bra had awoken a few hours after Vejiita left, bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed. "Ohiayo, Mama!"

The purple haired genius grinned at the smaller version of herself.
"I guess it is still morning." Her smile faded slightly and she patted her
legs. "Come here, B-chan. I want to talk to you."

The small female crawled out from the covers and into her mother's
lap, making herself comfortable against Bulma's chest.

Bulma let a small smile escape as she ran her fingers through the
slightly mussed hair of her daughter, taking note of the thickness of the
strands. And Vejiita thought she carried none of his characteristics--it
may be purple, and lie flat, but she's got his hair. "You know that both me
and your Papa love you very much, ne, Bra-chan?"

Bra nodded. "Aishiteru, Mama." Her tail came around and wound
around Bulma's wrist affectionately.

The older female was silent for a few minutes, still running her
fingers through Bra's hair. "That, Yosei, Gallifrey, wasn't it? You know for
sure that he was real?"

"Hai, Mama," Bra glanced up into her mother's face. "Gallifrey-san
was real and it was more than just a dream. He said that it was."

Bulma sighed and nodded. "That he did. "Well, you know that big
project with the pods that I've been working on?" Bra just nodded
again. "One of them opened up last night, and now we can't find the
creature that was inside it."

Bra's big blue eyes got wider. "Honto? It hatched?" Bulma nodded
in agreement. "Do you know what it looks like?"

She nodded again. "Hai, or close to it. The security cameras
caught the image of a humanoid male crawling out of the pod." She paused
slightly. "And when your Papa looked at it, he said that it has 'wings.'"

It took a full minute for it to sink in. "You mean, the pod that
opened up, was Gallifrey-san?"

"More than likely, Bra-chan. At least that's what me and your Papa
think." She glanced concernedly at the small girl in her embrace. "What
do you think?"

A slow smile spread across her face, lighting up the Saiya-jiin's
features. "That would be really exciting! It would mean that I can see
Gallifrey-san again!"

"Maybe." Bulma frowned slightly. She was expecting this reaction
to the news from her youngest. "That's all well and good, Bra-chan. But
you have to remember that we know nothing about this Yosei. He could be
trying to take over the world, or use the Dragonballs for something
bad...or anything."

"Nuh uh, Mama," Bra forcefully shook her head in disagreement.
"Gallifrey-san is good! He isn't like that. And he's my friend."

"I know he is, Bra-chan," Bulma said quietly. She smiled and patted
her on the head affectionately. "But I just want you to be careful, okay?"

Bra smiled back and nodded. "Okay, Mama."

Bulma changed the subject with a hug. "Now, I have a surprise for
you!"

"Nani, Mama? What is it?"

Her face turned serious. "I want you to decide this on your own,
okay? Don't let anyone pressure you into doing something that you don't
want to do." Bra caught her mother's serious tone and nodded somberly.
Bulma continued. "Right now, your Papa is out in the gravity chamber."

Bra rolled her eyes. "That's where Papa always is."

She forced back a wry grin. "Well, this time, he's waiting for you."

"For me?" Bra blinked a few times. "Why?"

"He thinks it's time for you to start training." She cocked her head
to the side. "What do you think?"

Bra thought for awhile, then slowly nodded her head. "Hai, Mama.
If Papa thinks so."

"Do you want to learn, B-chan?"

"I do, Mama, hai." She nodded her head. "I don't think I'll be as
good as Trunks-niichan or Goten-niichan, but I can try."

"That's the spirit, Bra-chan," Bulma smiled at her daughter. "Just
make sure Papa doesn't push you too hard, ne?"

"I won't, Mama. He wouldn't want to do that, anyway." She slid off
Bulma's lap. "Can I go now?"

"Change into some workout clothes, first." Bulma blinked. "I'll have
to make up some training outfits for you."

"Can I have pink, Mama?"

She glanced down at her daughter. "Sure, B-chan. Although your
Papa isn't too fond of that color..." She grinned. "Let's see what we can do
for now."

After digging through drawers and closets, Bra was ready to go in a
pair of black bike shorts, and a white t-shirt with a unicorn head on the
front. "This will do for now. Have fun!"

"'Kay, Mama!" Bra ran out of her bedroom, but paused in the door
frame. "Mama, if Gallifrey-san was one of the pods, then the other three
are more Yosei like him, ne?"

"More than likely, B-chan."

"That's good." Bra smiled to herself. "I think Gallifrey-san was sad
because he couldn't find his friends. Now, all we have to do is find him!"
She waved and bounced out the door.

Bulma sighed and flopped down on her daughter's bed. "Hopefully
Gallifrey-san's friends are as good as you claim he is, Bra..."

***

The purple-haired genius blinked back into real time. She hadn't
seen nor heard a peep from the gravity chamber's two residents, so at
least they haven't mortally wounded each other--yet.

"Well, that slam meant Trunks is back from school. I'd better go
get a snack ready for him and Goten-kun before they eat the entire
kitchen." And with that, she wandered into the kitchen.

When she got there, she found she was too late in the snack
department. Trunks and Goten were seated at the table with an
assortment of meats, cheeses, and spreads to keep a family of four
satisfied for an entire week.

Or two still-growing Saiya-jiin tidied over until supper time.

"I hope you two are going to leave some room for supper."

Both Saiya-jiin glanced at her, each sharing a sheepish grin through
their mouthfuls of food. "Maybe." Trunks shrugged at his mother, and
swallowed his food. "Depends on what's for supper."

Bulma shrugged back. "Depends on what you're making."

Goten swallowed his mouthful of sandwich. "You make supper,
Trunks-kun?"

He shook his head back and forth. "Nuh uh. Kaasan was just
kidding, ne?" He saw his mother smirk and shrugged her shoulders again.
"Kaasan! You know I can't cook worth nothin'!"

Bulma sat in a chair, and reached out, snagging a hunk of cheese.
"Maybe you need to learn. It'd make your wife extremely happy." She
nibbled on her cheese as she gave her son a sidelong glance. "Speaking of
wives, how's Mariko-chan?"

Both boys spit out the food in their mouths. "Nani??"

Trunks' face was beet red. "Shimatta, Kaasan!"

Goten was gagging on his tongue. "You and Mariko? Trunks! Why
didn't you tell me? Can I be the best man?" His eyes filled with wedding
scenes.

Trunks slapped Goten alongside the head and scowled darkly. "Baka!
I'm not gonna marry Mariko-san," he growled at his mother. "I'm not
Bonded to her, so I can't."

"Give her a chance, Trunks," Bulma quirked an eyebrow in
amusement. "You never know until you try, ne?"

He just growled and tore another hunk off his sandwich.

Goten gave Trunks a critical eye. "So...are ya gonna ask her out?"

"Gotennnnnn...." But before the kitchen was turned into a warzone,
the phone rang. Trunks, being the closest to the receiver, answered it.
"Moshi moshi, Briefs residence." He blinked and tossed the phone across
the table, to his mother. "It's Tashi-san. He sounded serious."

Bulma sighed. "I was hoping it wasn't him." She saw the looks of
concern on the two males' faces. "That's right. I haven't told you what
happened." She placed the phone to her ear. "Moshi moshi, Bulma here."
She nodded a few times, making affirmation noises. "Hai, I'll be right
down. Ja." She tossed the phone back to Trunks, who hung it up.

The two males glanced between each other, then back at Bulma.
"What's up, Kaasan?"

Bulma stood and indicated them to follow. "I'll explain as we go."

As the three made their way down the numerous corridors and
through the innumerable security doors to the underground labs, Bulma
explained for Trunks and Goten the 'hatching' of the first pod, Bra's
dream, and the realization of her 'Gallifrey-san.'

They paused at the last security door while Bulma punched in her
access code. "That's incredible...I guess." Goten ran a hand through his
unruly black locks. "And you're positive this Yosei is the same as the
creature that came out of the pod?"

Bulma nodded. "As positive we can get without going up to him and
asking him if he's the 'pod creature.' I don't know of any other humanoid
creatures with wings--and Bra having this dream is too much of a
coincidence, as well." The last door swept open and were met by Tashi,
who had a look of impatience on his smooth face. "Let's see it, Tashi-san."

"Hai, Bulma-san." Tashi led the way through the sea of white
labcoats that parted as they passed. "It's Pod 4 this time."

When they entered the lab that housed the aforementioned pod,
they saw for themselves that it was indeed blinking at a rather rapid pace.
He handed Bulma a few sheets of paper. "Here are the latest stats on the
remaining pods."

She glanced through them quickly and nodded, handing them to
Trunks so he could see. "This one's going to open tonight, if everything's
on schedule." She indicated to the other two in separate rooms. "And the
others tomorrow. The last two seem to be coming up at the same pace."

Tashi nodded. "They are. Everything happens to them at the exact
same time." He turned his attention to the flashing pod in front of them.
"And, according to the records from the last pod, if we can go by the same
times, this one will open tonight."

"It's going to hatch tonight, Kaasan?" Trunks stared at the flashing
pod, hypnotized by the steady pulse. He tore his gaze away and looked at
his mother, locking blue with blue. "Do you want a guard on it?"

"Well, I don't really know what time it will hatch, but it would be
nice." Bulma raised an eyebrow in question. "Are you volunteering?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Me and Goten will watch over it. Ne,
Goten-kun?"

The Son male blinked up from the reports. "Nani? But it's Friday
night, Trunks..."

"And you have nothing planned." The purple-haired senshi
interrupted his friend. He crossed his arms and glared. "Ne, Goten-kun?"
He repeated.

He knew when he was defeated. "Yosh yosh. Let me call my Kaasan
and tell her what's going on."

Bulma beamed at the boys. "Sankyuu! Why don't you boys go do
something until supper time, then come down and relieve my people okay?
And I'll call ChiChi, Goten-kun."

Both Trunks and Goten nodded. "That sounds like a plan, Kaasan."
He turned to his friend behind him. "Come on, Goten, let's go have a spar."

"You might want to knock on the gravity room first, Trunks.
Vejiita is having a session with his new student. Although, they've been at
it for awhile. He might be done." She gave them a
'I-know-something-that-you-don't-know' smirk.

"Nani?" Both Trunks and Goten mouths were hung open in shock.
"Tousan has a what?"

"A new student. You two don't need training, anymore, so he's
training someone new." Her smirk got wider.

"Who is it?" Trunks furrowed his eyebrows, racking his brain
trying to think of who his father had enough patience being around long
enough to be trained.

"You'll find out when you get there. Although," she gave them a
secretive smile and a wink, "you'll be very surprised."

The two Saiya-jiin males gave each other a glance and walked out of
the labs at a fast clip.

Bulma chuckled to herself and shook her head. "They're going to be
floored when they find out."

"Who is your husband training, Bulma-san?" Tashi inquired. He
knew that Bulma's husband was Saiya-jiin, and their children, half-breeds.
Bulma had explained to him everything when he took over as the head of
the Genetic Research department. He was the one that actually helped
her categorize and decode the Saiya-jiin DNA, plus he had met with
Vejiita and the children personally several times. He knew of their
'fighting' tendencies.

"Today's Bra's first lesson." Bulma explained to him. "I haven't
heard the gravity chamber explode, or any death-knell cries, so they
must be having fun in there."

Tashi frowned slightly. "Are you sure that's wise, Bulma-san?
Letting your daughter learn how to fight so early?" He may be aware of
them, but it didn't mean he agreed with them.

"Well, I don't want her to," Bulma shrugged her shoulders
helplessly. "But she's Saiya-jiin--fighting and bloodlust runs thick through
her soul." Both Tashi and Bulma made a face at the description. "Or at
least that's what Vejiita says. But both me and, hopefully, Vejiita, are
letting Bra set the pace. And he won't push her too far beyond her limits."
She smiled again. "Besides, an untrained Saiya-jiin is a dangerous thing."

"If you say so, Bulma-san." Tashi was not convinced.

She glanced at the pod one more time. "Well, if you need me, I'll be
in the opened pod's room. You didn't dispose of it yet, ne?"

He shook his head. "Iie, but we moved it into the old lab wing."

"Good. I want to take a closer look at the shell, and that goo inside.
Trunks and Goten will be down after supper, remember." He nodded, and
Bulma left the room, and walked down a hall to enter an abandoned wing of
lab rooms mainly used for storage. There she found the two halves of the
opened pod. Pulling all the assorted gadgets she would need for her tests
within reach, she sat down and began her examinations, losing herself in
the gelatinous substance and rubbery casing.

*****

After an hour or so, her cell phone rang, startling her out of her
contemplation. She answered it with a distracted glare. "Moshi moshi,
Bulma here."

"Kaasan," Trunks' baritone mumbled through the receiver. "Are
you coming to dinner? We ordered out, seeing that you weren't hard at
work in the kitchen." His voice had a teasing tone.

"Ha ha." Bulma wrinkled her nose. "Iie, I'm not very hungry. I'm
elbow-deep in pod goo--" A gagging sound came from the other end.
"Exactly. My stomach not very settled at the moment."

"Gotcha. We'll save some for you, okay?"

Bulma snorted. "Right. Leftovers in this household?" She made a
face as a ball of goo fell into her lap. "Shimatta. Anyway, did you enjoy
your spar with Goten?" Her question was thickly laced with amusement.

Trunks let out a loud snort of his own. "You think we could get into
the gravity room? Ha! And you could've warned us that it was BRA that
Tousan was training. I almost had a heart attack when she opened the
door!"

Bulma giggled. "I said you'd be surprised. Did she look all beaten
up?"

"Slightly. Tousan definitely gave her a workout." He paused.
"Okay, Kaasan, I'm gonna go. Food's here."

"Okay. Remember, you're coming down to baby-sit the pods."

"Hai, I remember. And I'll make sure I drag Goten down with me as
well. Ja."

"Ja." She put the phone away, and leaned back in her chair, sighing
loudly. "This stuff is just not making sense! I've tried testing it for
growth enzymes, nutritional value--but it's all so foreign." Bulma picked up a
slide with a tiny sample of the gelatinous goo on it. "Let's see what you
look like at the microscopic level. Maybe that'll give me a clue where to
go." And once again, she delved into her work, shutting out all outside
noise and distraction.

She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't acknowledge
Trunks and Goten when they put some food next to her on their way to
stand guard over the pods. The boys just shrugged their shoulders at
each other, used to the isolationism Bulma set around herself when deeply
involved in a serious project.

Had she been more alert, she would have noticed the silent figure
that crept up on her a few hours later.

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The male, now identified as the Elven, Gallifrey, stole through the
lead-lined corridors, keeping a wary eye on all the humans he would pass in
the process of finding his kin. At first, he tried sneaking around through
the hallways, but he encountered too many humans to be safe, so he put up
a glamour, making the humans he encountered ignore him, or forget about
his presence.

This place is huge! Gallifrey stared at the technology he
encountered as he moved along, confidence growing as his glamour
continued to hold. It's amazing what humans can think up and create when
they put their minds to it.

At the end of the hallway he was walking along, stood a large door. When
he approached it, it didn't open automatically like the others he
encountered. There was no handle, so how did it open? He placed a hand
on the door, but drew back immediately, as if hot to the touch.

Why must humans use iron for everything? He sighed disgustedly,
and was about to turn around to search in another direction when a male
human, covered in a long white jacket, stepped up to the door. Gallifrey
watched as he pressed some buttons on the side of the door, and it slid
open. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, he followed quickly behind
the helpful male.

Gallifrey stuck close to his unknowing guide for awhile, hoping to
get farther into the building without having to use his magicks to open the
iron doors. They went through several more of the punch-in-a-number
doors, winding their way through numerous dark hallways.

Finally, they came upon a large door, where the man in the white
jacket punched in a long set of numbers, opening it. Within the last set of
doors, Gallifrey was surprised by the number of people that were in there,
running around, looking very busy. He glued himself to one of walls, trying
to stay as out-of-sight as possible, yet be able to observe clearly the
humans' obviously busy lifestyles.

He inhaled sharply when one of the males came over to him. He
pressed himself even closer to the wall, but he was passed over. Instead,
the male opened a door next to him, and entered it, closing it behind him.
Gallifrey exhaled and closed his eyes in relief. But when he inhaled again,
something made him open his eyes.

He smelled magick. His magick.

I must be close! These might be the rooms where I woke up! The
Elven glanced around, and opened the door next to him, the same one that
the male opened, and went inside, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

He turned around. A large group of the males in white jackets were
surrounding something on a large platform, studying it, and talking
incessantly. He moved closer, and just about fainted in shock. It was a
stasis pod. A light that came from inside the pod was blinking rapidly,
which meant that it was going to open soon. Which also meant that it was
alive.

I found them!

Gallifrey almost shouted out in joy, but remembered himself, and
his glamour. He moved slowly up to the pulsing pod, trying not to draw
attention to himself. When he got closer, he almost shouted in joy. It was
true. It was one of the stasis pods from the sealed room, and it would
hatch soon. Gallifrey reached out and touched it, feeling the warmth and
the life radiating from the husk. He closed his eyes and began to
concentrate his magicks, trying to talk to his kin, seeing who it was.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gallifrey jumped, breaking his
concentration. A male had come up next to him, and was staring at him
suspiciously.

"Hey, did you hear me? What are you doing?" Another male came
up next to him and was staring at him curiously. His black eyes kept
glancing behind him, as if trying to see something that was not there.

Gallifrey cleared his throat. "I was...just...checking up on it." Why
aren't my glamours working? Maybe, when I was concentrating on the fae
inside the pod, my glamour fell, letting them see me. But it should still be
working slightly...

The first male crossed his arms and scowled. He looked slightly
familiar, although the Elven had the slightest clue why he would think that.
"And what did you find?"

The other male blinked a few times and put a hand on the first
male's shoulder. "Leave him alone, Trunks-kun. Just let him do his job."

Gallifrey's eyes widened. Trunks? Is this Musouka's brother?
That's why he looked familiar... He bowed to Trunks in apology. "Gomen
nasai, Briefs-san. I just needed to check the temperature."

Trunks growled slightly and turned away. "Well, just hurry up." He
shrugged off the other male's hand and moved to a set of chairs by the
door. He didn't even see them there when he came in.

Gallifrey nodded and turned back to the pod. At least I know that
there's one of you left, my brethren. Maybe they're others here in this
building. He glanced up and saw an open door. He turned back to Trunks
and the other male and bowed again. "Sumimasen, I'm done."

He was waved off by Trunks, but the other male just stared at him.
He stared back until Trunks interrupted the contest. "Goten, let him
leave."

Goten blinked and blushed. "Gomen, but you just seem...different
than the other scientists."

Gallifrey shrugged his shoulders and quickly left through the open door on
the other side of the room.

As soon as he was out of eyeshot and earshot, Gallifrey let out a
huge sigh. That was close. He was sure he was going to be discovered for
what he truly was. That black haired male, Goten, seemed to be reading
every thought through those soul-penetrating eyes. His spirits soared,
though, remembering his discovery. He found one. It wasn't his mate, Trixilline,
that much he discovered in the short contact he established with the fae.

But it was female, and she would reawaken that night. He placed
his hand in the floor, and using a little magick, marked the area of the
female. He would have to come back later and wait for her awakening.
She would want to help find the others.

Now, just twenty-eight left to find.

***
He moved through the black corridors, not finding much more to his
interest, only empty rooms similar to the first one he entered, or filled
with boxes and discarded equipment. He was about to retrace his steps
and go back to wait for his sister fae's awakening, when he saw a light
peeking through the bottom crack of a door. Curious on why a light was on
in the expanse of blackness he had encountered so far, he moved up to the
door, and seeing a handle on the door, turned it and opened the door
quietly, stealing inside.

As he entered the lighted room, his eyes darted everywhere, trying
to see if there was anything...or anyone...of importance. He saw nothing,
and was about to leave when he heard a tinkling of glass breaking, coming
from another door within, and the sound of a human letting loose a string
of curse words.

His curiosity getting the best of him, he moved forward, and
opened the door, the sound of the human, female he noted, still swearing
up a storm. She was bent on the ground, picking up the glass she had more
than likely dropped. He moved closer to hear what she was muttering to
herself.

"Kuso! This is the fifth slide I broke. Bakayaro! Now I got to go
and get more!" Bulma growled to herself, carefully gathering the glass in
her hand. "Ugh, I've got to invent some unbreakable glass." She stood up
and quickly turned around. But she didn't get far.

For blocking her way was a rather tall man, staring at her with very wide,
very green eyes.

Bulma, in her surprise, stumbled backwards, and fell to the ground in a faint.
**************** Next time, we find out Bulma's reaction to her stranger, and a pod opens! Remember to use that purty purple box! Or at least mine is purple... Gie-chan