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*)
*************
~~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."
*********
~~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.
**********
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
