Bulma stormed into Capsule Corp. like she owned it, which she would by next
year, with Gohan close behind. "She better be on one of those lab tables by
now." Fortunately, she was.
"Good. Veggie did something right. Now Gohan, look at her. What do you see?" She was laid out on the table with her clothes still on. Vegeta must have taken some care, as her arms were crossed over her chest. Gohan looked questioningly at Bulma, but her face remained expressionless. 'She's been around Vegeta to long,' he thought. The girl's hair was splayed out around her head, forming a golden halo, and giving her an all around angelic appearance.
Gohan frowned. "I see a very shy innocent girl who has had undeserved tribulations; tormented by inner demons- and possibly an unfaithful lover."
"How do you see all that?"
"She's frowning. It's like she has no good memories. Even in her sleep she has no repast, no comfort."
Trunks entered. "Here's the capsule mom." He stopped by the table. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "I know I've seen you before." Trunks carefully stroked the growing lump under her blond tresses. Then, noticing that both Gohan and Bulma were staring at him, he left, a blush staining his cheeks.
"Gohan did you see that? He's never looked at Marron like that in the whole seven months they've gone out. I'm a mother, I notice these things."
"That isn't too good. We just met her, we don't know where she came from and when she was awake, I made an interesting observation, but I'm not sure if I'm right."
"What kind of observation?"
"I'm not certain, but it had to do with when she was transformed."
"You noticed too? Oh Gohan, I knew you were a genius. When I inherent this company, I demand that you work for me."
"But Bulma, the observation."
"And I'm going to fire all those bubble gum chewing, headphone wearing, short skirted, big boobed secretary sluts-" Bulma's tirade was cut short by the mystery girl's sudden movement of stirring in her sleep. "Quick, call everybody. She's waking up!" *****************************************************************
"Hurry, get the translator. She could wake up soon. And I'm sure you guys don't want to fight her again." The same members at the picnic were now reunited inside the medical wing Bulma's personal lab including the Chestnut family. Marron didn't see what the big deal was about some girl. She had blond hair like her, so what? At least hers was natural. This girls skin was a light brown, but dark enough for her to be of African -American descent. And Marron just knew that they weren't born with blond hair. So why did Trunks keep touching her hair and staring at her? He wasn't doing it openly, but she could tell. He had never acted like that with her.
Vegeta scowled in Bulma's general direction. "God! That woman thinks she is boss of the world." Then he secretly smiled to himself for a second, 'just like a queen of Vegeta-sei should,' he thought before his face returned to its normal impassive state.
Trunks managed to stop gazing at her long enough to get the translator for his mother. "Here's the translator mom." Vegeta snatched the contraption from his son's unprepared hand.
"She does not need this thing." Bulma pulled off her classic stance and put her hands on her hips.
"And why not mister? Are you going to translate for us?"
"Certainly. She was only speaking in saiya-go."
Gohan mentally berated himself. "Of course! Why didn't I catch it before! 'Babari' means friend. But that wasn't a word heard often among the saiyans of Vegeta-sei."
Bulma cast Vegeta a warning sideways glance. "Why didn't you say anything before?" Vegeta smiled evilly.
"I wanted to see how strong she was."
"Oh. you bakayaro. You no-good-thinks-he-runs-everything-kusottare."
"You toss out compliments like flowers in a basket, onna."
"You'll be the next thing I'll toss out. You can go live in the damn woods." She then strutted away, muttering something about rewiring the gravity room.
Gohan frowned. "Thanks Vegeta. You could have stopped all of the confusion and avoided a fight."
"Don't talk to me like that brat. And anyway, she had a slight dialect so I didn't pick up everything she was saying. It sounded like, 'Trunks and chocolate syrup.'"
All eyes, including Bulma's who had popped her head in the doorway with a screwdriver in hand were directed towards Trunks.
"Hey you hentai's I just met her. Get your minds out of the gutter." Trunks felt no embarrassment and he shouldn't have. It was impossible for them to do anything like that, though he was not put off by the idea. He thought she was hot. 'And anyway chocolate syrup clashes with her skin tone. She would look much better with whipped cream and a cherry on top.'
"Where did that thought come from?"
As if on cue, the mysterious girl blinked, then awakened. She sat up, yawned and stretched as if she got knocked unconscious daily, and when she finally woke up, she made breakfast. She stood suddenly and appeared quite shy, not at all like the battling woman brandishing a sword they had just fought. After retreating to a vacant corner of the room, she gave herself a once-over. The way the man with the scarred face was leering at her made her uncomfortable, so at least all her clothes were on. She felt a dull, throbbing ache in her head. But no broken bones, so she was good. She looked up again, a frightened expression on her face, as if all these staring people were scary. They continued to stare. A reserved silence followed. Then, as large groups of people then to do, they all spoke at once.
"Do you speak Japanese now?"
"Where did you get that ring?"
"Are you married to Mirai Trunks?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"You're pretty."
"How are you a saiyan child?"
"How'd you get Trunks' sword?'"
"How old were you when your mom let you get your belly button pierced?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"How many languages can you speak?"
"When did you become SSJ1? Can you go further?"
"Does your head hurt?"
"How old are you?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"Are you hungry? How about an early dinner?"
"Cornstalk blond? Barley? A mix?"
"Where did you get the time machine from?"
"Peroxide?"
Now the poor girl had an understandable look of pure terror on her face. But she unexpectedly burst into laughter. Chi-Chi whipped out a thermometer and declared, "The poor thing is delusional."
Trunks secretly declared her feminine laugh lively and simultaneously sexy. Finally she spoke. "No Mrs. Son. I'm fine. You are Goku's wife, are you not?" Just as it looked like she would be pelted again by many questions like they were snowballs, she held up her hand. "I'm a friend, I what I have come for is very important. I'll answer all of your questions in due time, but-" She was cut off by her tummy grumbling about her temporary hunger strike. She grinned sheepishly.
"How rude of us. Follow me dear, the kitchen is this way." Bulma led her and she was close behind. She knew how easy it was to get lost in this place. Trunks immediately trailed, he found that her shapely hips made a maddeningly seductive swish that he found hard to ignore. The others looked at each other and followed, some to the kitchen with Bulma, and others went to their own devices, but all stayed near with the thought that she would eventually tell her story. Last of all exited Marron, sulking like a scolded schoolgirl all the way. ******************************************************************
"Good. Veggie did something right. Now Gohan, look at her. What do you see?" She was laid out on the table with her clothes still on. Vegeta must have taken some care, as her arms were crossed over her chest. Gohan looked questioningly at Bulma, but her face remained expressionless. 'She's been around Vegeta to long,' he thought. The girl's hair was splayed out around her head, forming a golden halo, and giving her an all around angelic appearance.
Gohan frowned. "I see a very shy innocent girl who has had undeserved tribulations; tormented by inner demons- and possibly an unfaithful lover."
"How do you see all that?"
"She's frowning. It's like she has no good memories. Even in her sleep she has no repast, no comfort."
Trunks entered. "Here's the capsule mom." He stopped by the table. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "I know I've seen you before." Trunks carefully stroked the growing lump under her blond tresses. Then, noticing that both Gohan and Bulma were staring at him, he left, a blush staining his cheeks.
"Gohan did you see that? He's never looked at Marron like that in the whole seven months they've gone out. I'm a mother, I notice these things."
"That isn't too good. We just met her, we don't know where she came from and when she was awake, I made an interesting observation, but I'm not sure if I'm right."
"What kind of observation?"
"I'm not certain, but it had to do with when she was transformed."
"You noticed too? Oh Gohan, I knew you were a genius. When I inherent this company, I demand that you work for me."
"But Bulma, the observation."
"And I'm going to fire all those bubble gum chewing, headphone wearing, short skirted, big boobed secretary sluts-" Bulma's tirade was cut short by the mystery girl's sudden movement of stirring in her sleep. "Quick, call everybody. She's waking up!" *****************************************************************
"Hurry, get the translator. She could wake up soon. And I'm sure you guys don't want to fight her again." The same members at the picnic were now reunited inside the medical wing Bulma's personal lab including the Chestnut family. Marron didn't see what the big deal was about some girl. She had blond hair like her, so what? At least hers was natural. This girls skin was a light brown, but dark enough for her to be of African -American descent. And Marron just knew that they weren't born with blond hair. So why did Trunks keep touching her hair and staring at her? He wasn't doing it openly, but she could tell. He had never acted like that with her.
Vegeta scowled in Bulma's general direction. "God! That woman thinks she is boss of the world." Then he secretly smiled to himself for a second, 'just like a queen of Vegeta-sei should,' he thought before his face returned to its normal impassive state.
Trunks managed to stop gazing at her long enough to get the translator for his mother. "Here's the translator mom." Vegeta snatched the contraption from his son's unprepared hand.
"She does not need this thing." Bulma pulled off her classic stance and put her hands on her hips.
"And why not mister? Are you going to translate for us?"
"Certainly. She was only speaking in saiya-go."
Gohan mentally berated himself. "Of course! Why didn't I catch it before! 'Babari' means friend. But that wasn't a word heard often among the saiyans of Vegeta-sei."
Bulma cast Vegeta a warning sideways glance. "Why didn't you say anything before?" Vegeta smiled evilly.
"I wanted to see how strong she was."
"Oh. you bakayaro. You no-good-thinks-he-runs-everything-kusottare."
"You toss out compliments like flowers in a basket, onna."
"You'll be the next thing I'll toss out. You can go live in the damn woods." She then strutted away, muttering something about rewiring the gravity room.
Gohan frowned. "Thanks Vegeta. You could have stopped all of the confusion and avoided a fight."
"Don't talk to me like that brat. And anyway, she had a slight dialect so I didn't pick up everything she was saying. It sounded like, 'Trunks and chocolate syrup.'"
All eyes, including Bulma's who had popped her head in the doorway with a screwdriver in hand were directed towards Trunks.
"Hey you hentai's I just met her. Get your minds out of the gutter." Trunks felt no embarrassment and he shouldn't have. It was impossible for them to do anything like that, though he was not put off by the idea. He thought she was hot. 'And anyway chocolate syrup clashes with her skin tone. She would look much better with whipped cream and a cherry on top.'
"Where did that thought come from?"
As if on cue, the mysterious girl blinked, then awakened. She sat up, yawned and stretched as if she got knocked unconscious daily, and when she finally woke up, she made breakfast. She stood suddenly and appeared quite shy, not at all like the battling woman brandishing a sword they had just fought. After retreating to a vacant corner of the room, she gave herself a once-over. The way the man with the scarred face was leering at her made her uncomfortable, so at least all her clothes were on. She felt a dull, throbbing ache in her head. But no broken bones, so she was good. She looked up again, a frightened expression on her face, as if all these staring people were scary. They continued to stare. A reserved silence followed. Then, as large groups of people then to do, they all spoke at once.
"Do you speak Japanese now?"
"Where did you get that ring?"
"Are you married to Mirai Trunks?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"You're pretty."
"How are you a saiyan child?"
"How'd you get Trunks' sword?'"
"How old were you when your mom let you get your belly button pierced?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"How many languages can you speak?"
"When did you become SSJ1? Can you go further?"
"Does your head hurt?"
"How old are you?"
"What hair dye do you use?"
"Are you hungry? How about an early dinner?"
"Cornstalk blond? Barley? A mix?"
"Where did you get the time machine from?"
"Peroxide?"
Now the poor girl had an understandable look of pure terror on her face. But she unexpectedly burst into laughter. Chi-Chi whipped out a thermometer and declared, "The poor thing is delusional."
Trunks secretly declared her feminine laugh lively and simultaneously sexy. Finally she spoke. "No Mrs. Son. I'm fine. You are Goku's wife, are you not?" Just as it looked like she would be pelted again by many questions like they were snowballs, she held up her hand. "I'm a friend, I what I have come for is very important. I'll answer all of your questions in due time, but-" She was cut off by her tummy grumbling about her temporary hunger strike. She grinned sheepishly.
"How rude of us. Follow me dear, the kitchen is this way." Bulma led her and she was close behind. She knew how easy it was to get lost in this place. Trunks immediately trailed, he found that her shapely hips made a maddeningly seductive swish that he found hard to ignore. The others looked at each other and followed, some to the kitchen with Bulma, and others went to their own devices, but all stayed near with the thought that she would eventually tell her story. Last of all exited Marron, sulking like a scolded schoolgirl all the way. ******************************************************************