Digging through her supplies of capsules she concentrated on finding what she wanted. 'House? No. Air scooter? No. Ah here we go.' Pulling out the first aid capsule she soon revealed her doctor arsenal. Scolding the grinning man that was her friend she began to wash and bandage him up. She even pulled a needle out, with no intention of using it, and let him squirm for a few seconds.
"I want to learn more of the language you've been speaking. And any other you know." The scholar in her was alive and kicking and making up for lost time. "Can you teach me?"
Goku nodded, willing to agree to damn near anything at the moment. Bulma was back and just like he remembered her, that was if one could overlook the bruised look in her eyes. Sure she had been in a state of nill for nearly a hundred and fifty years but she had still suffered before that. "How, I mean. It's good to have you back Bulma." She smiled softly; in a way few had seen other than her friends.
"if your asking how I suddenly went from drone to raging me, I think it involves feeling one, passionate emotion. Napa was going to blowup the hell devise I created. I felt one thing, anger."
"You could always build another one."
"Chi-Chi is hidden in there Goku, I can do a lot of things, but I'm not Shen-long." Once again he felt the emptiness that was his reminder of his bonded absence. It had taken him a long time to know what the void in his soul meant, when he had figured it out he had wept.
"Will she be like you were?" Bulma looked to him and he saw that her shields were down. She trusted and respected him enough to give truthful and complete answer.
"Most likely, I figure though if I can keep you out of sight long enough for her to rest up then have you pop up she'll be surprised enough for her to snap back. Or I can kiss you in front of her and let hell fall down on me. Maybe both." He looked very pale all of a sudden, she had no idea why. 'Nope, not at all. Then man is hooked, line and sinker.' Patting his head she left him to dream of Chi-Chi while she went to look her machine over again. No matter what her mind told her she kept returning to it in hopes she had missed something. Not likely but always a possibility. Instead she was confronted by the short one. "Sayain." She acknowledged coolly. She tried to walk past him but he held his arm out in her path. Having been born small and naturally graceful, and a love of the mambo since she had played it in gym, she went under it rather than around it.
Giving an amused laugh she began to circle the box. Made from scraps she had stolen and built in hiding she knew every nuance and space it possessed. After all, she had built it. And when her friend was brought back, she would destroy it. And make sure it was impossible to rebuild. The reason she had never created blueprints. She felt the annoying Sayain move behind her. And in her attempt to ignore him she pressed her hand against a tile she knew would give way.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting something." She answered, not really telling him what he wanted to know. Reaching through the protective insulation she pulled out another cylinder of gew. A second scavenging hunt produced a pan. The thing had survived the process and Bulma had been the only one to find amusement in it. 'Well it can stand hitting Goku's head why not be incapable of breaking down to basic components?' She shook her head.
"Another?" She nodded and began walking back to her shared room. It would be safer there and her fears of the bald one destroying her friend would ease slightly.
"My best friend, she's the reason I built that piece of trash. She glanced pointedly to the block metal before keying in the code and entering Goku's room. He was in the shower, she didn't mind the bandages were waterproof, and began looking for a place to safely rest her friend's primordial makeup. If the chance at harming her friend, or anyone else, weren't so great she would have loved to examine the mysterious liquid.
"You are not Kakkarrot's mate." It was a statement and not a question. Turning sharply she looked to the man who had followed her in. This was bad. Unfortunately she hadn't understood his last word. And being born of a leader of a company and replacement to that leader she didn't what she thought best. Wing and fake it.
"I'm his friend." Her tone was cautious, and her speech slow. But he understood her and knew she was still having to think over what was spoken to her. "I've known in longer than you, or if you want to count years of being with him. I've known him since he was young and had little training in fighting and none in ki." She had slipped into her own tongue a few times but he understood the majority of what she had said. And pointedly neither denying or admitting his accusation.
"You haven't answered me." He was nothing if not persistent.
"I don't know what that last word translates to." It looked as if the statement pained her. Her grinned, ignoring the fact that Kakkarrot was so near he stepped nearer to her. She gripped the cooking tool tightly but did not step back. Such bravado from such a weak creature. She had her chin raised defiantly, daring him to mock her on her lack of knowledge. It seemed to be a sore point of hers that she was on the low end of the battlefield. It hinted that she was normally not at the loss when on the mental field.
"Mate. Ones partner for life."
"Mate." She rolled the word of her tongue and he hardly understood what she was trying to reproduce. "Like a friend or a husband and wife?" He didn't know her last two examples. They were of her tongue not his. He recalled Kakkarrot having had a difficult time learning to communicate when they first began working together.
Moving even closer He slipped his hand behind her and pressed gently on the small of her back. Forcing her to push against him. "Mate, as in the act as well." She had gone stiff but her mind was still on his words as well as his actions.
"Mate." She repeated once more, then her eyes flew wide at the feel of his lower half against hers. She said a word in her tongue and connected her term with his. Then gave a shove that he would not have expected from her tiny form. She was stronger than she looked, still weak but not as much as he had originally thought. "I'm not his mate, and I do not mate with him. Or anyone for that matter. So don't get any ideas buddy." She growled. From there she began to spout her native tongue, all insulting and painful things if her tone meant anything, and pointed to the door. The language barrier being a problem or not, one could not miss what her message was. Out, now.
"Careful little one." He whispered, appearing before her and bringing her face level with his own. "You may earn yourself more than you can handle."
"I've lived through a lot more than you give me credit for. Don't assume to know me Sayain." She hissed, forgetting his distance. He reminded her when he pressed his lips to hers. He was out of the room laughing by the time she had begun cursing. He didn't know what she was saying but he was sure it was inventive.
Ummm hi? Miss me? (My shield seems to have been misplaced and I'm afraid of flying objectiles being thrown at my person) Well this fic lives. Tell me what you think.
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