Back in the inn, four beings sat in a booth directly behind the corner booth. In one corner blue eyes glared over a green hand clamped over it's mouth. The owner of the hand smirked then slowly withdrew. "Kami, Piccolo! You could've quit at anytime." the angry blue-eyed being stated. A small child to her right shook it's head, "Nuh uh, Bulma. You would have killed that poor guy, then we would have never found out about that Deathstalker guy." Bulma nodded then leaned back, rotating her glass between her hands. "You're right Gohan. Wow. I always knew he'd end up coming after me. But so soon? Goku, what do you know about the Deathstalker?" The man across from her shook his head. "I dunno Bulma. I mean, I know he's a saiyan." A short man beside him nodded, "I don't know much about him either. Only that he's the highest paid bounty hunter in the galaxy." Bulma's face scrunched up in thought. "Well, when we get back to the ship we'll have to do some snooping." she motioned to the
short man beside Goku, "Krillin, you and Goku search for public records. Piccolo, you and Gohan try to get a picture of some sort. I didn't get too good a look at him. And I'll hack into galaxy armada files as well as some old bounty hunter profiles."
The group nodded and fell silent. Bulma raked her eyes from one friend to another. Goku was shoveling food into his mouth at a pace that only another saiyan could match. So fast was he, food was getting thrown onto the table and into his spiky black hair. Piccolo's eyes were closed and almost looked as if the green Namek were sleeping. Bulma well knew, he was meditating. Krillin was eyeing a blonde waitress in the corner, the dim light in the booth was reflecting off of his bald head, showing the six burn marks on his forhead, revealing his past monk days. Gohan was sitting peacefully staring up at the ceiling, his shaggy black hair sticking out every which way. Bulma sighed. With no home except for their base on Jeiryui, they ran from spaceport to spaceport searching for information about the dragonballs. Then they could wish for a new earth and move all of the space colonies there. Maybe even wish all of the old inhabitants as well.
Bulma glanced at her reflection in a nearby window. She had pale skin with a sharp little nose that rested above a pair of full lips. Her blue hair was all in many thin braids framing her large saphhire eyes. Her hooded cloak was in tatters on the edges and her body suit was worn out. Her hand wandered to her thigh where her blaster lay. It was her own design, it had taken her years to perfect. Out of sheer pride, she named it Noana. Besides having psycho bounty hunters on her tail, she also was wanted for her technology, Levick.
Levick was a computer based science techno-chip. It allowed free-thinking to machines and put into the wrong hands, could be a massive destruction agent. She had upgraded until the Levick 9. Levick 9 was her computer who ran her ship, Steel Mist. The Levick 9 was so free-thinking she had named herself. Surprising both Bulma and her crew when she announced that her name was now `Aeiko' and should be addressed as such. She was obsessed with old earth programs and would paraphrase them constantly. But, she would only answer to Bulma and was linked to her by a neural link installed for safety measures. In case her ship was ever seized and put under manual control by someone else besides Bulma or her crew, Bulma could control the ship without speaking aloud. The link was limitless, anywhere in space she could call Aeiko and she would bring the ship to her. Bulma sighed again. This was crazy. No more playing dock tag with the other bounty hunters. It was get in, get out, and go.
::Gettin' a little worried about that Bounty Hunter, eh Ma-chan?::
Bulma jumped at the thought-speak. ::Thanks Aeiko. Next time warn me.::
::Its not my job to warn you. I just run the ship.::
::Oh shut up. But yeah. He's known as the Deathstalker. No one has ever out-run him. Until me.::
::You're that sure?::
::Positive. As much contact as I have had with Saiyans, they aren't the universe's greatest thinkers.::
::I wouldn't underestimate this one if I were you. He's paid well for what he does. And its no bare bones either.::
::Well, I guess I was lookin for it the moment I became the `Space Siren'. What a goofy name. But anyways, why did you call? What's up?::
::We've got trouble. Galactic Armada is doing a routine check for ships on Dock 34-Zx8.::
::Yeah so?::
::Guess who's with them.::
::You're joking. Just put up the cloaking shield. It should hide Steel from view.::
::Hello? Is your brain on a day-trip or what? Why do you think we stopped on this planet? For fun?::
::Damn. you're right. I need to stop by that shop house.::
::Too late. That Saiyan is four ships away and closing fast.::
::Well, you know what to do. I'll get to the engine room as soon as we're there.::
::Beamin' you up, Scottie.::
In a flash all five occupants of the booth disappeared and reappeared on the ship. Other than Bulma, the crew was looking a bit disgruntled. "Warn us next time Bulma before you go off beamin' us here!" Krillin complained. Bulma grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. But guess who's coming to dinner."
Gohan looked up at her quizzically, "Who?" Bulma brought up the vid screen and pointed to a hooded figure in the middle of a small fleet of Galactic Armada officers. "That," she said tapping the image of the figure, "Is our friend, Deathstalker."
short man beside Goku, "Krillin, you and Goku search for public records. Piccolo, you and Gohan try to get a picture of some sort. I didn't get too good a look at him. And I'll hack into galaxy armada files as well as some old bounty hunter profiles."
The group nodded and fell silent. Bulma raked her eyes from one friend to another. Goku was shoveling food into his mouth at a pace that only another saiyan could match. So fast was he, food was getting thrown onto the table and into his spiky black hair. Piccolo's eyes were closed and almost looked as if the green Namek were sleeping. Bulma well knew, he was meditating. Krillin was eyeing a blonde waitress in the corner, the dim light in the booth was reflecting off of his bald head, showing the six burn marks on his forhead, revealing his past monk days. Gohan was sitting peacefully staring up at the ceiling, his shaggy black hair sticking out every which way. Bulma sighed. With no home except for their base on Jeiryui, they ran from spaceport to spaceport searching for information about the dragonballs. Then they could wish for a new earth and move all of the space colonies there. Maybe even wish all of the old inhabitants as well.
Bulma glanced at her reflection in a nearby window. She had pale skin with a sharp little nose that rested above a pair of full lips. Her blue hair was all in many thin braids framing her large saphhire eyes. Her hooded cloak was in tatters on the edges and her body suit was worn out. Her hand wandered to her thigh where her blaster lay. It was her own design, it had taken her years to perfect. Out of sheer pride, she named it Noana. Besides having psycho bounty hunters on her tail, she also was wanted for her technology, Levick.
Levick was a computer based science techno-chip. It allowed free-thinking to machines and put into the wrong hands, could be a massive destruction agent. She had upgraded until the Levick 9. Levick 9 was her computer who ran her ship, Steel Mist. The Levick 9 was so free-thinking she had named herself. Surprising both Bulma and her crew when she announced that her name was now `Aeiko' and should be addressed as such. She was obsessed with old earth programs and would paraphrase them constantly. But, she would only answer to Bulma and was linked to her by a neural link installed for safety measures. In case her ship was ever seized and put under manual control by someone else besides Bulma or her crew, Bulma could control the ship without speaking aloud. The link was limitless, anywhere in space she could call Aeiko and she would bring the ship to her. Bulma sighed again. This was crazy. No more playing dock tag with the other bounty hunters. It was get in, get out, and go.
::Gettin' a little worried about that Bounty Hunter, eh Ma-chan?::
Bulma jumped at the thought-speak. ::Thanks Aeiko. Next time warn me.::
::Its not my job to warn you. I just run the ship.::
::Oh shut up. But yeah. He's known as the Deathstalker. No one has ever out-run him. Until me.::
::You're that sure?::
::Positive. As much contact as I have had with Saiyans, they aren't the universe's greatest thinkers.::
::I wouldn't underestimate this one if I were you. He's paid well for what he does. And its no bare bones either.::
::Well, I guess I was lookin for it the moment I became the `Space Siren'. What a goofy name. But anyways, why did you call? What's up?::
::We've got trouble. Galactic Armada is doing a routine check for ships on Dock 34-Zx8.::
::Yeah so?::
::Guess who's with them.::
::You're joking. Just put up the cloaking shield. It should hide Steel from view.::
::Hello? Is your brain on a day-trip or what? Why do you think we stopped on this planet? For fun?::
::Damn. you're right. I need to stop by that shop house.::
::Too late. That Saiyan is four ships away and closing fast.::
::Well, you know what to do. I'll get to the engine room as soon as we're there.::
::Beamin' you up, Scottie.::
In a flash all five occupants of the booth disappeared and reappeared on the ship. Other than Bulma, the crew was looking a bit disgruntled. "Warn us next time Bulma before you go off beamin' us here!" Krillin complained. Bulma grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. But guess who's coming to dinner."
Gohan looked up at her quizzically, "Who?" Bulma brought up the vid screen and pointed to a hooded figure in the middle of a small fleet of Galactic Armada officers. "That," she said tapping the image of the figure, "Is our friend, Deathstalker."