Ahhhh...... It's been so long. Well, Guess what...... I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Ahem.... sorry. Anyways... I'm losing my train of thought..... Here we go.
Bulma leaned back in her chair and propped her feet on the control board. She sighed, her life at the moment, sucked. No friends, only a junk-bucket ship that needed too many repairs, one smart alecky computer, no money to speak of, and one very cocky prince of the saiyans. She groaned, this really was NOT fair. "Hell-O!! Aeiko!! Where are the plans for the Genesis Project?" she yelled. Aeiko's voice resounded through the hull of the ship as she bellowed, "I'M NOT DONE YET!!!!!!" More than just a little ticked off, Bulma jumped up out of the chair and stormed out of the room. "Forget it Aeiko. I'm not going to deal with it now. Were did Piccolo put the Energy Manipulation Phazers that we stole off of Hinhuitdh?"
A small screen popped up in front of Bulma with the simulated image of Aeiko on it. Aeiko had decided early on that she would always be personified onboard the ship. Her Purple hair was cut in a diagonal shape across her dark mocha skin only showing half of her face. One green eye sparkled mischeviously while light blue tinted lips curved in a knowing smile.
"Piccolo decided that he would hide them in the containment cell."
Bulma's mouth dropped. "NO! That is SO not FAAIR!!"she wailed, "That arrogant son of a deranged monkey is IN that cell!" Aeiko grinned, "Don't worry, I sent some servo-bots down there to keep an eye on him." Bulma shook her fist at the screen, "You knew perfectly well that he could blast through if you didn't keep him sedated yourself!!" Aeiko smiled innocently, "Did I now? Oh....I forgot about him being one of the strongest warriors in the universe...."
Exasperated, Bulma threw her hands up in the air and stormed out of the control room, fuming at the little screen following her. Aeiko shrugged sheepishly, "Look Ma-chan, he won't kill you. You're worth too much moola alive." Bulma frowned as she stomped down the dark corridor to the containment cell, "Don't you Ma-chan me you little...." Aeiko wagged her finger at Bulma, "Ah ah ahhh.... Don't try to flatter me.... Besides, I wouldn't underestimate your little servo-bots, they've got quite a bit of firepo....wer..." Aeiko's digitized voice trailed off as both Bulma and she serveyed the damage around them.
"Oh....my.....god....Aeiko.....What have you done?" Bulma's eyes widened, the entire holding cell was blown to pieces. Bits of servo-bot were strewn about the cell or what was left of it. The first layer of the inner hull had been stripped away, leaving a very thin layer of metal protecting them from the vacuum of space outside. The metal bubbled , straining against the pressure outside the ship. A bolt holding the sheets of metal together popped under the pressure and hurtled towards Bulma. It grazed her cheek but She felt the sting of sharp metal and heard the sickening crack of her cheekbone. Momentarily numb from shock she shot out of the corridor, and heard the rip of the metal tearing from the outer hull.
Life around her moved in slow motion while Bulma ran in terror from the sucking black vacuum behind her. Metal was being torn from the walls and the oxygen was depleting by the second. She saw the door to the east wing of her ship ahead of her, a seed of hope flared up inside her and her legs pumped harder towards the exit. If she could just seal off that door, her ship would survive, but, if the inside of her ship was sustained to the incredible pressure that was bearing down, well...it would implode. A pane of glass flew and shattered against her face, slicing her forehead from hairline, to temple. Blood dripped down into her eye, staining her vision red. She ran harder ,her muscles screaming from the pressure around. She was almost there, but so was the ever advancing vauum of space. Fifteen feet.
Ten feet.
Five.
The door slid closed in front of her, and through the portal she could see a familiar smirk of the saiyan prince. He laughed and he began to talk. Because of the sucking vacuum around her, Bulma could not understand a word he was saying. ::AEIKO!!::
::Yes? I know, I'm trying to open the door.::
::Yes HURRY!!!! What is he saying?!::
::I'll tell you later.... For now keep running......There's a airduct to your left...."
Bulma's eyes searched for the grate furtively. She saw it to her left and ran to it. She pulled with no avail. The stubborn vent wouldn't open. ::AEIKO!! I'm Going to DIE!!! THIS GRATE ISN'T OPENING!!::
When Aeiko didn't answer Bulma got worried. She stopped pulling and focused for a moment, with a loud yell she kicked the grate in, momentarily grateful that Goku had taught her some martial arts. She crawled in and punched in her override code into the pad inside. Without warning a thick metal plate slid down where the grate had been, sealing her off from the corridor. Bulma leaned against the silver plated wall behind her and sighed, she was safe, for now.
Now the shock of all that had transpired within the last ten minutes, began to sink in. Bulma's head slumped forward. It was official. Her life now resided in Suckville. In less than ten minutes, half of her ship had been torn apart, a known bounty hunter/ insane prince was loose on her ship, and to top it all off, she was stuck in a stuffy airvent without Aeiko to help her out. She felt something wet trickle down both sides of her face. She gingerly wiped her hands against her cheeks and pulled away to see her hands covered in blood. Her cheek throbbed from the crack in her cheekbone and her left eye was squinting from the slice above her eye. She groaned, "You know. I didn't ask for this. I have a shipment of illegal weapons that need to be shipped to a Crime warlord. They are no longer on this ship. I have an insanely evil jerk of a bounty hunter prince loose on the ship that I built oooh,, and now.... I'm stuck in this airvent!! Someone out there REALLY hates me."
Not one to dwell on her torment long, Bulma pulled out her headset from a safety compartment above her head. "it's a damn good thing I'm always prepared." she grumbled. She flicked a small switch on the side and a small light illuminated the black space around her. She crawled forward hoping to kami that she was going in the right direction. The air around her began to warm up and the metal became hotter as she went along. She frowned. "I guess he's found the thermostat. Crud. He's probably trying to flush me out..... jerk."
Meanwhile, down in the control room Vegeta was fuming. One minute she was there, next minute she wasn't. he knew she survived, but the ship was absolutely huge, and he had no idea about the layout. He found himself in the control room after attempting to find the escape pods so that he could get to his ship. The ship was out of control. He closed the panel on her hoping that she would faint form lack of oxygen, but apparently she didn't. He was going to grab her before the space came. But he turned for one second and she was gone. Damn that blue haired wench!! In his anger he began to maniacally press various buttons, hoping to hit something important. After pressing a particularlly large green button he felt the temperature of the ship get hot. "Argh. Damn ship, can't even look remotely simple." In a frenzy he began to press more and more buttons and finally pressed the right one. Immediately the temperature returned to it's normal state. He sighed in relief.
Bulma tried without avail to keep from burning her hands on the scalding metal under her. Her hands were burnt and her clothes were matted to her body. It was then and there she decided something very important.
"I really hate that man."
She continued to make her way down the cramped vent. Her light flickered and Bulma paused. The light flickered again, then died. She pressed the button on the side of the headset with a passion. "Don't do this to me!! NOT NOW! YOU WILL WORK OR I WILL BRING UPON YOU THE FURY OF HELL!!" PAnting and out of breath Bulma plopped back from her former posistion. She rested her head in her hands and nearly gagged when she felt the crinkly burnt skin on her hands. She quickly removed them and leaned backwards, the heat from the metal quickly disappeared. She frowned, "Now what?" In the past twenty minutes she had heard food shortage alarms, heard the fire showers start, heard the opening theme of Star Trek and for some unfathomable reason she heard her morning wakeup call. "What the hell is he doing? Randomly pushing buttons?" The light inside her brain clicked on, "Duh. The guy's never been on my ship. He's probably trying to find the escape pods to his ship. Sheesh, I swear, I'm such a moron sometimes. I guess that means its imperative that I get back....or else."
She went back into her crawling position and crawled further. Her hand brushed something furry and she yelped, banging her head on the small ceiling. A pair of small slanted glowy green and black eyes stared back her. Bulma rubbed her eyes disbelievingly and looked again. They were still there. A small chittering sound emitted from the direction of the eyes and in less than a second about eight other pairs of eyes appeared and their eyes glowed brighter. Bulma's jaw slacked, what were these things. Something nagged at her brain, but she couldn't remember what it was. More chittering sounds chorused from the pairs of eyes and Bulma felt something furry scramble up her arm and onto her head. Without warning her headset was taken off her head and disappeared with the small creature. She frowned, "Hey! Give that back! I need it." The pairs of eyes disappeared and all sounds ceased. Bulma crossed her arms in a huff. The little freaks had taken her headset. She was not happy. Something about their eyes pulled at the back of her mind. "Keeblos! My ship is infested with Keeblos. So that's why we've had to do so many repairs." Keeblos were known mainly by their glowing eyes. No one knew what they looked like but all that was known was that they ate metal and were a hazard for ships. Bulma sighed, now her headset was being devoured by some furry glowy eyed creatures. Just great. Her day just kept improving. Bulma sighed, Well at least she got to go to a party.
She jumped when a pair of Keeblo eyes appeared two inches from her face. It chittered and a light appeared in the vent tunnel. her headset was laying down in front of her, the light worked again. In front of her a small squirrel like animal cocked it's head. It was jet black with a small patch of red on it's forehead, between it's almond shaped eyes. A long bushy tail twitched in anticipation and two paws hung nervously in front of its chest. Without warning Bulma grabbed the animal and hugged it to her. The Keeblo chittered in happiness. "You fixed it! And you're so CUTE!!" Almost on cue, eight other Keeblos punced upon her, attatching themselves to the top of her head and her arms. The first Keeblo jumped out of her embrace and ran ahead motioning for her to follow.
Bulma did as instructed and followed the strange creature. Stopping on the way to put her headset back on, Bulma continued to follow the keeblo and pondered on the new information. They were obviously intelligent, they could communicate and they fixed her headset. She was beginning to wonder if they were leading her to her death or if they were going to show her the way out. She preferred the latter. A dim light appeared at the end of the vent and when she arrived she found herself in the center of the vent system. The ceiling gradually increased in height as did the width of the walls. Bulma found that she could stand and stretch. Around her, various parts of inventions and wires were pulled together to form a sort of generator. The generator was making electricity and powering little flourescent lightbulbs. Bulma was astounded, these creatures didn't eat metal, they used them for their own technology. A pile of spare parts caught her attention and she sat down near it.
Two of the Keeblos, one with a green mark and one with a gray, came and chittered to each other then the gray marked one jumped on her head and began to rub against Bulma's cut. A thin film of something began to form over the cut and she felt a light burning. (Between you and me, she was a little grossed out.) The other one, with the green marking, took each of her hands and did the same. The same sticky goo formed on her hands as well. Bulma frowned, this was seriously gross. But she didn't want to offend her mini saviors. She watched as her burns slowly faded to small white scars. She wiped her hands on her pants and marveled at the lack of pain. She touched her forehead and was surprised to feel that it had healed as well.
Apparently the Kreeblos were able to secrete some sort of healing goo from their wrists. More and more these little creatures were surprising her.
One of the keeblos, this one had a purple mark between its eyes, chittered for attention and they all turned. It chittered for a good while, Bulma figured it was giving a speech. Then it turned to her as did all the others. All of a sudden they put up their left paws and placed it on their chins. Bulma smiled, they were probably greeting her. She wanted to thank them but she couldn't understand them. A memory tugged at her brain. Before Earth had been destroyed, she had created a small translator, she glanced at the spare parts and got to work.
She grabbed a set of small tools behind her and began building a small translator. Seeing her grab the tools the Keeblos gathered around her and watched her movements with abject interest. In less than half an hour Bulma had a small translator ready to go. She smiled sheepishly, "Heh. I don't suppose that one of you could come here for a sec?" The first Keeblo hopped up on her knee and cocked its head to the side. Bulma smiled and asked, "could you stretch you neck out a bit?" The little keeblo complied, Bulma laughed and strapped the small collar around it's neck. " So, my little Keeblo, can you understand me without the translator?" It chittered, "Yes. Runya and tribe know your speak." Bulma clapped her hands together with glee. All of a sudden the other eight Kreeblo dove into the spare pile and in a matter of minutes all eight held little mini-translators out for inspection. All were perfectly working, and some were even slightly modified. The entire tribe attatched the mini translators to their throats and lifted their paws to their chins once more. Bulma shook her head, "Is that some sort of greeting?" Runya shook it's head, "Respect for Luin hon-maren. Tribe follow and learn you." Bulma smiled, "I'm very flattered. What does Luin hon-maren mean?" Runya chittered, "In your speak, Blue fire." She grinned, "I like that better than Space Siren. Or Karina for that matter.... Or Ma-chan. I like it alot."
"We are honored for Luin hon-maren join us." Runya began, "Our tribe one of last. Only two elders remain. This is Faila, or your speak Fair. And Ingolemo, knowledgeable one." Runya pointed to the two Keeblos in the back. Gray streaks had graced their glossy coats and white marks adorned their foreheads. They lifted their paws in respect. Bulma nodded. "These are Nixe, Sule, Rauco, Aha, and Loke." The five lifted their paws, Nixe had a gray marking, while Sule had purple, Rauco- black, Aha- orange, and Loke had green. "Their meanings (in order) Frost, Spirit, Demon, Rage, Serpent. This is Serce, my blood." Serce had a scarlett marking upon its forehead. Bulma smiled, "Thank you very much. But, I don't supposed you know the way out of this place?" Aha chittered quietly, "Yes. We show. But Uruloki, the dragon, too near."
"I take it that Vegeta is Uruloki? How fitting. Well, the center of the ventral system is in the second tier in the east wing. The second tier of the south wing has been ripped open and that ventral system closed. That means he's somewhere in the vicinity of the regenerator tanks...The infirmary.... I need to get to the control room on the fourth tier, north wing. Soooo.... exit level 4 ventry 3c."
Rauco chittered, "Exit 4-3c. Up. Take with Serce. Go now. Uruloki grows angry. Is very temperamental." Bulma nodded in agreement, "Very. Let's go." Rauco grabbed Serce by the paw and they both skittered up a wall and a panel on the ceiling slid open and a ladder cascaded down. Bulma smiled, "Okay. Thank you. I'll work on getting the ship back to normal...I'm sure you don't enjoy the random temperature changes." The Kreeblos chittered their farewells and Bulma climbed up the ladder.
Bulma leaned back in her chair and propped her feet on the control board. She sighed, her life at the moment, sucked. No friends, only a junk-bucket ship that needed too many repairs, one smart alecky computer, no money to speak of, and one very cocky prince of the saiyans. She groaned, this really was NOT fair. "Hell-O!! Aeiko!! Where are the plans for the Genesis Project?" she yelled. Aeiko's voice resounded through the hull of the ship as she bellowed, "I'M NOT DONE YET!!!!!!" More than just a little ticked off, Bulma jumped up out of the chair and stormed out of the room. "Forget it Aeiko. I'm not going to deal with it now. Were did Piccolo put the Energy Manipulation Phazers that we stole off of Hinhuitdh?"
A small screen popped up in front of Bulma with the simulated image of Aeiko on it. Aeiko had decided early on that she would always be personified onboard the ship. Her Purple hair was cut in a diagonal shape across her dark mocha skin only showing half of her face. One green eye sparkled mischeviously while light blue tinted lips curved in a knowing smile.
"Piccolo decided that he would hide them in the containment cell."
Bulma's mouth dropped. "NO! That is SO not FAAIR!!"she wailed, "That arrogant son of a deranged monkey is IN that cell!" Aeiko grinned, "Don't worry, I sent some servo-bots down there to keep an eye on him." Bulma shook her fist at the screen, "You knew perfectly well that he could blast through if you didn't keep him sedated yourself!!" Aeiko smiled innocently, "Did I now? Oh....I forgot about him being one of the strongest warriors in the universe...."
Exasperated, Bulma threw her hands up in the air and stormed out of the control room, fuming at the little screen following her. Aeiko shrugged sheepishly, "Look Ma-chan, he won't kill you. You're worth too much moola alive." Bulma frowned as she stomped down the dark corridor to the containment cell, "Don't you Ma-chan me you little...." Aeiko wagged her finger at Bulma, "Ah ah ahhh.... Don't try to flatter me.... Besides, I wouldn't underestimate your little servo-bots, they've got quite a bit of firepo....wer..." Aeiko's digitized voice trailed off as both Bulma and she serveyed the damage around them.
"Oh....my.....god....Aeiko.....What have you done?" Bulma's eyes widened, the entire holding cell was blown to pieces. Bits of servo-bot were strewn about the cell or what was left of it. The first layer of the inner hull had been stripped away, leaving a very thin layer of metal protecting them from the vacuum of space outside. The metal bubbled , straining against the pressure outside the ship. A bolt holding the sheets of metal together popped under the pressure and hurtled towards Bulma. It grazed her cheek but She felt the sting of sharp metal and heard the sickening crack of her cheekbone. Momentarily numb from shock she shot out of the corridor, and heard the rip of the metal tearing from the outer hull.
Life around her moved in slow motion while Bulma ran in terror from the sucking black vacuum behind her. Metal was being torn from the walls and the oxygen was depleting by the second. She saw the door to the east wing of her ship ahead of her, a seed of hope flared up inside her and her legs pumped harder towards the exit. If she could just seal off that door, her ship would survive, but, if the inside of her ship was sustained to the incredible pressure that was bearing down, well...it would implode. A pane of glass flew and shattered against her face, slicing her forehead from hairline, to temple. Blood dripped down into her eye, staining her vision red. She ran harder ,her muscles screaming from the pressure around. She was almost there, but so was the ever advancing vauum of space. Fifteen feet.
Ten feet.
Five.
The door slid closed in front of her, and through the portal she could see a familiar smirk of the saiyan prince. He laughed and he began to talk. Because of the sucking vacuum around her, Bulma could not understand a word he was saying. ::AEIKO!!::
::Yes? I know, I'm trying to open the door.::
::Yes HURRY!!!! What is he saying?!::
::I'll tell you later.... For now keep running......There's a airduct to your left...."
Bulma's eyes searched for the grate furtively. She saw it to her left and ran to it. She pulled with no avail. The stubborn vent wouldn't open. ::AEIKO!! I'm Going to DIE!!! THIS GRATE ISN'T OPENING!!::
When Aeiko didn't answer Bulma got worried. She stopped pulling and focused for a moment, with a loud yell she kicked the grate in, momentarily grateful that Goku had taught her some martial arts. She crawled in and punched in her override code into the pad inside. Without warning a thick metal plate slid down where the grate had been, sealing her off from the corridor. Bulma leaned against the silver plated wall behind her and sighed, she was safe, for now.
Now the shock of all that had transpired within the last ten minutes, began to sink in. Bulma's head slumped forward. It was official. Her life now resided in Suckville. In less than ten minutes, half of her ship had been torn apart, a known bounty hunter/ insane prince was loose on her ship, and to top it all off, she was stuck in a stuffy airvent without Aeiko to help her out. She felt something wet trickle down both sides of her face. She gingerly wiped her hands against her cheeks and pulled away to see her hands covered in blood. Her cheek throbbed from the crack in her cheekbone and her left eye was squinting from the slice above her eye. She groaned, "You know. I didn't ask for this. I have a shipment of illegal weapons that need to be shipped to a Crime warlord. They are no longer on this ship. I have an insanely evil jerk of a bounty hunter prince loose on the ship that I built oooh,, and now.... I'm stuck in this airvent!! Someone out there REALLY hates me."
Not one to dwell on her torment long, Bulma pulled out her headset from a safety compartment above her head. "it's a damn good thing I'm always prepared." she grumbled. She flicked a small switch on the side and a small light illuminated the black space around her. She crawled forward hoping to kami that she was going in the right direction. The air around her began to warm up and the metal became hotter as she went along. She frowned. "I guess he's found the thermostat. Crud. He's probably trying to flush me out..... jerk."
Meanwhile, down in the control room Vegeta was fuming. One minute she was there, next minute she wasn't. he knew she survived, but the ship was absolutely huge, and he had no idea about the layout. He found himself in the control room after attempting to find the escape pods so that he could get to his ship. The ship was out of control. He closed the panel on her hoping that she would faint form lack of oxygen, but apparently she didn't. He was going to grab her before the space came. But he turned for one second and she was gone. Damn that blue haired wench!! In his anger he began to maniacally press various buttons, hoping to hit something important. After pressing a particularlly large green button he felt the temperature of the ship get hot. "Argh. Damn ship, can't even look remotely simple." In a frenzy he began to press more and more buttons and finally pressed the right one. Immediately the temperature returned to it's normal state. He sighed in relief.
Bulma tried without avail to keep from burning her hands on the scalding metal under her. Her hands were burnt and her clothes were matted to her body. It was then and there she decided something very important.
"I really hate that man."
She continued to make her way down the cramped vent. Her light flickered and Bulma paused. The light flickered again, then died. She pressed the button on the side of the headset with a passion. "Don't do this to me!! NOT NOW! YOU WILL WORK OR I WILL BRING UPON YOU THE FURY OF HELL!!" PAnting and out of breath Bulma plopped back from her former posistion. She rested her head in her hands and nearly gagged when she felt the crinkly burnt skin on her hands. She quickly removed them and leaned backwards, the heat from the metal quickly disappeared. She frowned, "Now what?" In the past twenty minutes she had heard food shortage alarms, heard the fire showers start, heard the opening theme of Star Trek and for some unfathomable reason she heard her morning wakeup call. "What the hell is he doing? Randomly pushing buttons?" The light inside her brain clicked on, "Duh. The guy's never been on my ship. He's probably trying to find the escape pods to his ship. Sheesh, I swear, I'm such a moron sometimes. I guess that means its imperative that I get back....or else."
She went back into her crawling position and crawled further. Her hand brushed something furry and she yelped, banging her head on the small ceiling. A pair of small slanted glowy green and black eyes stared back her. Bulma rubbed her eyes disbelievingly and looked again. They were still there. A small chittering sound emitted from the direction of the eyes and in less than a second about eight other pairs of eyes appeared and their eyes glowed brighter. Bulma's jaw slacked, what were these things. Something nagged at her brain, but she couldn't remember what it was. More chittering sounds chorused from the pairs of eyes and Bulma felt something furry scramble up her arm and onto her head. Without warning her headset was taken off her head and disappeared with the small creature. She frowned, "Hey! Give that back! I need it." The pairs of eyes disappeared and all sounds ceased. Bulma crossed her arms in a huff. The little freaks had taken her headset. She was not happy. Something about their eyes pulled at the back of her mind. "Keeblos! My ship is infested with Keeblos. So that's why we've had to do so many repairs." Keeblos were known mainly by their glowing eyes. No one knew what they looked like but all that was known was that they ate metal and were a hazard for ships. Bulma sighed, now her headset was being devoured by some furry glowy eyed creatures. Just great. Her day just kept improving. Bulma sighed, Well at least she got to go to a party.
She jumped when a pair of Keeblo eyes appeared two inches from her face. It chittered and a light appeared in the vent tunnel. her headset was laying down in front of her, the light worked again. In front of her a small squirrel like animal cocked it's head. It was jet black with a small patch of red on it's forehead, between it's almond shaped eyes. A long bushy tail twitched in anticipation and two paws hung nervously in front of its chest. Without warning Bulma grabbed the animal and hugged it to her. The Keeblo chittered in happiness. "You fixed it! And you're so CUTE!!" Almost on cue, eight other Keeblos punced upon her, attatching themselves to the top of her head and her arms. The first Keeblo jumped out of her embrace and ran ahead motioning for her to follow.
Bulma did as instructed and followed the strange creature. Stopping on the way to put her headset back on, Bulma continued to follow the keeblo and pondered on the new information. They were obviously intelligent, they could communicate and they fixed her headset. She was beginning to wonder if they were leading her to her death or if they were going to show her the way out. She preferred the latter. A dim light appeared at the end of the vent and when she arrived she found herself in the center of the vent system. The ceiling gradually increased in height as did the width of the walls. Bulma found that she could stand and stretch. Around her, various parts of inventions and wires were pulled together to form a sort of generator. The generator was making electricity and powering little flourescent lightbulbs. Bulma was astounded, these creatures didn't eat metal, they used them for their own technology. A pile of spare parts caught her attention and she sat down near it.
Two of the Keeblos, one with a green mark and one with a gray, came and chittered to each other then the gray marked one jumped on her head and began to rub against Bulma's cut. A thin film of something began to form over the cut and she felt a light burning. (Between you and me, she was a little grossed out.) The other one, with the green marking, took each of her hands and did the same. The same sticky goo formed on her hands as well. Bulma frowned, this was seriously gross. But she didn't want to offend her mini saviors. She watched as her burns slowly faded to small white scars. She wiped her hands on her pants and marveled at the lack of pain. She touched her forehead and was surprised to feel that it had healed as well.
Apparently the Kreeblos were able to secrete some sort of healing goo from their wrists. More and more these little creatures were surprising her.
One of the keeblos, this one had a purple mark between its eyes, chittered for attention and they all turned. It chittered for a good while, Bulma figured it was giving a speech. Then it turned to her as did all the others. All of a sudden they put up their left paws and placed it on their chins. Bulma smiled, they were probably greeting her. She wanted to thank them but she couldn't understand them. A memory tugged at her brain. Before Earth had been destroyed, she had created a small translator, she glanced at the spare parts and got to work.
She grabbed a set of small tools behind her and began building a small translator. Seeing her grab the tools the Keeblos gathered around her and watched her movements with abject interest. In less than half an hour Bulma had a small translator ready to go. She smiled sheepishly, "Heh. I don't suppose that one of you could come here for a sec?" The first Keeblo hopped up on her knee and cocked its head to the side. Bulma smiled and asked, "could you stretch you neck out a bit?" The little keeblo complied, Bulma laughed and strapped the small collar around it's neck. " So, my little Keeblo, can you understand me without the translator?" It chittered, "Yes. Runya and tribe know your speak." Bulma clapped her hands together with glee. All of a sudden the other eight Kreeblo dove into the spare pile and in a matter of minutes all eight held little mini-translators out for inspection. All were perfectly working, and some were even slightly modified. The entire tribe attatched the mini translators to their throats and lifted their paws to their chins once more. Bulma shook her head, "Is that some sort of greeting?" Runya shook it's head, "Respect for Luin hon-maren. Tribe follow and learn you." Bulma smiled, "I'm very flattered. What does Luin hon-maren mean?" Runya chittered, "In your speak, Blue fire." She grinned, "I like that better than Space Siren. Or Karina for that matter.... Or Ma-chan. I like it alot."
"We are honored for Luin hon-maren join us." Runya began, "Our tribe one of last. Only two elders remain. This is Faila, or your speak Fair. And Ingolemo, knowledgeable one." Runya pointed to the two Keeblos in the back. Gray streaks had graced their glossy coats and white marks adorned their foreheads. They lifted their paws in respect. Bulma nodded. "These are Nixe, Sule, Rauco, Aha, and Loke." The five lifted their paws, Nixe had a gray marking, while Sule had purple, Rauco- black, Aha- orange, and Loke had green. "Their meanings (in order) Frost, Spirit, Demon, Rage, Serpent. This is Serce, my blood." Serce had a scarlett marking upon its forehead. Bulma smiled, "Thank you very much. But, I don't supposed you know the way out of this place?" Aha chittered quietly, "Yes. We show. But Uruloki, the dragon, too near."
"I take it that Vegeta is Uruloki? How fitting. Well, the center of the ventral system is in the second tier in the east wing. The second tier of the south wing has been ripped open and that ventral system closed. That means he's somewhere in the vicinity of the regenerator tanks...The infirmary.... I need to get to the control room on the fourth tier, north wing. Soooo.... exit level 4 ventry 3c."
Rauco chittered, "Exit 4-3c. Up. Take with Serce. Go now. Uruloki grows angry. Is very temperamental." Bulma nodded in agreement, "Very. Let's go." Rauco grabbed Serce by the paw and they both skittered up a wall and a panel on the ceiling slid open and a ladder cascaded down. Bulma smiled, "Okay. Thank you. I'll work on getting the ship back to normal...I'm sure you don't enjoy the random temperature changes." The Kreeblos chittered their farewells and Bulma climbed up the ladder.