Sikha was on a huge rant, and there was no stopping her. She went on and on about how this kind of thing was not supposed to happen, about how she had read somewhere that they could stop this, if only she could remember how and what to do. Bulma about what Mr.Breigh had said.
I guess now is the right time to explain what Bulma's department researched. They researched everthing supernatural and alien. Right now they were researching an unknown substance that was said to be alien blood. Bulma had heard that this unknown substance had been found on a broken sword. Their investigation had led them to believe that the blood was in fact alien, but not very different from their own. Somehow they also had some kind of monkey like patterns in their DNA. This investigation was supposedly top-secret. Since our girl was only a scientist she knew only a little about the project, but she knew they had called it Exobreed.
They walked automatically toward Sikha's room. They always hanged there because Sikha's room was much tidier than Bulma's. Sikha slid her identification card into the slit located on the door.
"Welcome, Sikha, and guest, Bulma." A computerised voice said as they entered.
"-I mean, who the hell do they think they are?"
Bulma fiddled with a loose thread on Sikha's comforter. Sikha nudged her.
"Hmm, did you say something?"
"Oh my god, I've been talking for the last half an hour!"
"I'm sorry, it's just that this meeting is making me think. We have to do something to stop them!"
"But that exactly what I've been saying all along!"
Bulma sniggered. "I'm sorry, Sikh! Your voice tone is boring!
"Oh yeah, well your voice tone says 'Look, I'm a nerd and I love to study all day long! Now do you wanna have sex with me??'"
Bulma and Sikha shrieked and they grabbed a pillow each, engaging in a pillow fight that left Sikha's room looking not much better than her blue-haired friend's.
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The first time that Bulma actually talked to Vegeta was at the cafeteria. In the morning before the first shift started, there was always a long line to the counter. Bulma had just arrived and was preparing to begin the long process that usually ended her up with cold coffee and stale muffins. Sikha had managed to grab a table by a window and she waved energetically. Bulma rolled her eyes. Some people were just too cheerful in the morning. It just wasn't natural.
As Bulma waited patiently, Vegeta entered the cafeteria wearing a white shirt open at the top, revealing brown skin, and black pants. He walked past the line, straight to the counter, very, very calmy indeed if I must say. As if he expected everyone to actually want to give him their place in line. Surely, no-one said a word, and when he arrived at the counter, there was a man who was giving the salesgirl his order.
"Yes, two coffee, three ham and ch-"
"Shut up."
The man turned around with an angry face, but then he met Vegeta's scowl and backed up into the counter. He held up his hand apologetically and slid off the line, smiling at Vegeta.
He stood at his tallest ((AN: hihehihehihe...)) and, still scowling, talked to the girl behind the counter.
"Black coffee." He said, then added as an afterthought, "One sugar." He glared at her as she made it quickly, dropping teaspoons and cups everywhere.
The girl put the cup with the coffee with trembling hands on the counter before Vegeta. Everyone held their breath while he picked up the cup and sipped it.
"..."
"..."
"..."
He said nothing, did not even pay, and walked away. The salesgirl actually fainted behind the counter.
As he walked by the line, Bulma noticed that he was actually still scowling !
"My, aren't we grumpy this morning?"
Vegeta stopped in his tracks, and every conversation in the room stopped to look at Bulma, the mere, common mortal who had dared to talk to Vegeta the Icy Black Coffee God. She smiled at him while he turned slowly to face her.
"And you are?"
"Bulma Briefs, sir, at your service!!" She held up her hand in salute, smiling widely. She spotted Sikha pouring coffee onto the table from the corner of her eye.
Vegeta, still scowling, gave her a half-nod. Then he turned away and left the cafeteria, leaving Bulma to questions and a whole room of whispers.
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"You actually talked to him!"
"Yes, Sikha."
"He actually looked at you!"
"Yes, Sikha."
"You two have held an actual conversation! You can practically say you know him!"
"I don't know if you'd call that an actual conversation. I just felt like I needed him to see I was there. But don't worry Sikha, we'll find a way to stop this "Dome on the Market" thingy. It'll soon blow over, so don't worry."
"Well, how do you intend to do that? I've heard that Laurie in Department Six is already packing his bags."
"What? But I saw Laurie this morning in scientist gear!"
"Hey, just because he was wearing a lab coat, had the glasses on his head and wore protective gloves and safety shoes, it does not mean that he is still working here!"
Bulma looked at Sikha. "...Do you realise what you just said?"
"... So how do you intend to save the Dome from the IRC?" Sikha changed the subject tactfully.
"Listen to this ! How about, we all start to work badly, so that he won't buy the Dome at all!"
"Sounds nice! But if I were him I'd fire all the bad workers and hire good ones instead."
"Right."
"Ouch." Sikha bit her lip.
"So how about... We work, really really well, so he won't have to fire any of us!"
"But Bulma that's exactly what all the others are doing! That's what Breigh wants us to do!"
"Oh well in that case,-"
"Bulma? Sikha?" Their group leader Eewok ((AN : Pronounced Eeeeee - wok , wok as in the round chinese cooking pan)) silenced them. "Bulma have you got the report for experiment B ready?"
"Uuh, almost, Ee, it'll be ready in fifteen. Some final touches." He looked at her strangely.
"Are you sure you can finish the report in fifteen minutes?"
"I meant hours!" Bulma smiled cheerfully. Eewok raised his eyebrows and walked on, trying not to smile. Sikha looked at him with huge brown eyes.
"Oh, God, he's so fucking hot!"
"Sikha why don't you just ask him out for a date, or something?" Sikha looked at her with the same expression that a scholar would give to a cheap Gozo idiot.
"Alright, alright, I get it." Bulma and Sikha started to work and they stood silent throughout their shift.
Aesthetically, Sikha was not hard on the eye. She was taller than Bulma, and had smaller breasts. She was graceful in a way that Bulma was not, with a lithe swan-like neck, expressing regal and elegant classic beauty. Her hair was a dark blonde and long, very long, but she almost always braided it. Her eyes were big and brown, diminished by optical glasses. She loved romanticism to no end, and was a hopeless fool in love. She still hoped that Christian Eewok would someday bend to pick up something the same time as she did, and they would bang heads and smile like idiots. Bulma, however, always the down-to-earth hard girl, always told Sikha to stop dreaming.
Sikha once wisely replied that it was better to live in dreams, than to not live at all.
Oh, oh I'm so proud of my reviews!!! It's coming together isn't it? I'm still not sure where this is going since I'm writing another story right now, which hopefully I'm going to post soon. This plot is much more complicated than the other one, however, and I'm sure that this one will also be much, much longer. Oh, review, please!!!!!! I'll give a cookie?? I almost cried when I read those reviews, you have no idea what they mean to me!
I also want to explain that my first chapters are short because I have not written for a long, long time, and I want to take it slowly and test it out on you guys. I don't want to rush since my relationship with writing is so fragile. I hope you notice that my chapters are getting longer though. Thanks for being so patient with me. I promise to give it all to you readers and write with all my heart! Um I also can't keep paragraphs separate. I try to fill out a line with hashes or stars but then on the preview it all melts away to one body. Any tips?