Looking to the pile of fried circuit boards she sighed. In her mind she knew she should be doing more. Yelling, angry, frustrated. But somehow she couldn't quite bring herself to feel such emotions. She simply didn't. She wasn't even happy to be alive again. She was just there, numb. Knowing she could do nothing more until she had a chance for supplies. She had created the machine out of the barest materials. Thus she had nothing to transplant from her creation. Stepping out of the cube she closed and locked it down. No one would enter it without her being there. Entering Goku's room she made sure to have the door securely locked. The short one left her alone for the most part, only questioning her on her abilities as a scientist now and then. The other two were always trying to get in her pants. It was pester some but not even their blatant leering could get a rise from her temper. Goku was just worried about her; he knew she wasn't being herself. So he simply kept them away from her and let her do as she pleased. Grabbing a change of clothes she stepped into the bathroom. Soon she was free of grease, and other things that had crept into the inner workings of her machine. She didn't like it, so she didn't name it. A name meant she would have taken pride in it.
He watched her as she exited the room she had taken to sharing with Kakkarrot. She was holding a carton and eating its substance. She offered some to the third class but he chook his head. He didn't understand why she looked so unaffected when she was rejected. Starring at her he watched as she set her head on the shoulder of the taller man. He was curious about her. She spoke the odd tongue that Kakkarrot had. And they seemed to be at least familiar with one another. After a silence she spoke. "I can't do much more, I need replacement parts and I have nothing to get donations from." Her voice was still void, neither loud nor soft, merely heard.
"Kakkarrot." He barked, turning from his seat, it had been facing the main window and allowed him to observe them through the reflection. "Come along, we'll spar." She looked to the younger man's face in confusion, not having understood all that had been said. Soon he was pounding the younger soldier, the only challenge he had. 'Well, there may be that woman.' He thought, a smirk slowly curving onto his face.
Staring emptily out the window she continued to eat her ice cream. Her mind was trying to understand why Goku had rejected her offer to one of his favorite snacks. She would ask why later. Spoon still in her mouth she glanced up to the bald man, he had just blocked her view of the well…black vastness speckled with white. Slowly taking the spoon from her mouth she looked to his eyes blankly. "Yes?"
"He rejected you."
"Who?" She didn't care what his answer was. It was only a response, one that was expected.
"Kakkarrot."
"Oh him, well all I did was offer him some ice cream, he said no. How is that a rejection?" Standing she began to leave his presence
"You said you couldn't fix that contraption." The longhaired one spoke.
'Really, I should get to learning their names.' She thought while shaking her head. "I never said that. I said that I needed replacement parts to fix it. There is a difference." But when the glowing palm of Napa aimed for her friend's only chance she snapped. "Don't you dare!" She screamed catching their attention. So far she had been calm and void of any real emotion. They were not so dense as to not notice the fires burning in her eyes. Moving forward she forgot her empty ice cream carton and placed herself in the way of the blast. "You destroy this and I'll go with it. Then you'll have Goku to deal with." Unfortunately her last sentence had been spoken in Chikyuu-jin, meaning they hadn't understood jack.
But Goku had, and he had just entered the room. Beaten, tired, and bloody, felt his low ki rise at the knowledge of what she had just spouted. Not yet noticing that she was back to her old self he glared at the older men. "Don't you dare harm that machine, or her for that matter." He growled. She looked to him and he saw her take in his damaged state.
"What the hell happened to you?" She rushed to his side and sent a glare to the prince.
"You did this didn't you?" She stuttered out in weak standard. She was improving but still had a ways to go. Vegeta only nodded, a smirk forming on his face. "Goku, to your room, get cleaned up and I'll patch you up once you're done."
"Ah Bulma." He whined, the old saying falling past his lips as easily as it had when he was younger. He grinned though. It was good to have her back, he could see the spark of life in her again.
He watched her silently. If he hadn't known better he would have though her to be another person. "Wait." She called to the man she had been scolding just moment before. Lifting her snack from the floor she dug her spoon into it. Returning it loaded with a white substance. Before Kakkarrot could say a word she stuffed it into his mouth. He smiled and looked like he was in heaven. He shook a finger at her but she only lifted her face haughtily to it. "Ah you know you like it. Just because its not chocolate." She retaliated. Soon she was left facing him and his men. "What the hell did you do to him and why?" She demanded.
"We sparred." He answered simply.
"My ass!" She began.
"Watch your tongue wench." Napa ordered.
"Go screw yourself. Or better yet, him." She jerked her thumb towards Radditz. "I hate to break this to you but I'm not interested. I'd soon kiss him." She then pointed to the closed door. "With Chi-Chi present." He had no idea who the named person was but it made something click in his mind. She wasn't after Kakkarrot; she had only been offering to share. Meaning she was not under his name.
"And what of your ass woman?"
"My name is Bulma, and what that saying means is not bloody likely!" She was loud, her voice before had been soft and well empty. Now it was loud, his ears were ringing, and full of power. Though his scouter told him that her best punch wouldn't do more than tickle. "What are all your names anyway."
"Kakkarrot didn't tell you?" She lifted her chin slightly and looked for all the world, or in this case ship, as if she was royalty bedecked in finery and jewels. Not a ragged pair of pants and oversized shirt.
"I didn't ask." She replied in an 'I'm better then you' tone of voice. He could quickly grow to hate this woman. That was if she wasn't so fun to anger.
"Then you won't know will you?"
"Fine." She quipped. "He." She pointed to Napa. "Is big bald and dumb. He." Radditz this time. "It hair head. And you. You are short grumpy porcupine head, or cactus butt. I'll find something fitting. But I think Sayain shall do for now. You call me woman I'll call you Sayain." She gave a smug smile before turning her back on them.
'Yes definitely a challenge.' He thought, watching the sway of her hips until she disappeared into Kakkarrot's room.
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