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Post by Princess Vegeta on Sept 5, 2011 17:25:39 GMT -5
First day on the job working for Frieza and he was already ordering her around. To think that simply being a Saiyan was enough to make her subservient to him. The only bright side to this was that she had finally gotten to meet her Father. However, her mother was going to be more than upset to see that she was now one of Frieza's goons.
Oh well. Nothing much could be done about that now. Princess soared through the air in her new outfit. She was dressed in Saiyan armor with her tail wrapped around her waist, as would any Saiyan position herself. Right now, she also had about four other foot soldiers following behind her.
In only a few moments time, she and the three other aliens would land on the ground right in front of the Capsule Corp entrance. Princess would press the red button on the intercom next to their door.
"We're here to collect the goods that you owe to Lord Frieza!" She called out. The other four aliens remained behind her, as she served as the leader for this mission.
"Open up!"
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Post by Bulla on Sept 5, 2011 18:18:33 GMT -5
[/b]", She said softly her frown deepening, " These inventions of yours.. you can fight them with them. And you can win, mother. We don't have to have bow down to these unintelligent poorly dressed bastards!" When not getting an answer, a huff escaped Bulla's lips and her eyes rolled in anger. How was it.. that only she saw the bad in this plan? The buzz meaning someone was at the door circulated through her ears and she sighed. It was going to be like every other day. They were going to get insulted. Made fun of because they were the less 'superior' race. It was pathetic. " I'll get the door..", Muttering softly to her mother and not waiting for an answer from the blue haired woman, the teen made her way to the door and opened it slowly binding her time. This was her house and not even some half monkey ass humanoid beasts were going to make her rush for them. Once opening the door, her facial expressions became unimpressed at the five soldiers standing at her door. Her eyes immediately locked onto the girl who seemed to be the same age as her, raising a brow slightly amused, she smirked. " Aw.. new member of the monkey squad, hun?".[/ul][/justify] |
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Sept 5, 2011 18:29:25 GMT -5
The door would open and no one other than Bulla Brief would open the door. The girl was somewhere around her age, Princess could tell simply by her appearance. However, this would get her no degree of sympathy. After all, for now, Princess was only here to complete the first mission she had been assigned as one of Frieza's new henchmen.
Looking down at the girl's hands, Princess could easily tell that she had no tools or anything of the sort. What exactly was she planning to give to Frieza? Was she just stalling? She hadn't even invited them in yet. It wasn't like their visit was unexpected. Princess took another step toward her after the single insult which Bulla had directed at her.
"Shut up!" Princess said as she threw her fist at the girl's right eye. The punch wasn't very strong, at least for Princess. She didn't want to kill the girl, but she did want to give her a black eye and assert her authority.
"Now, be a good girl and get us the goods. Or are we going to have any more problems?"
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Post by Bulla on Sept 5, 2011 23:04:39 GMT -5
[/b]", Finishing her comment with a small 'hmph', she began to make her walk back to her mother. Her hands by her side and her head held up high, she was determined not to let these saiyan imbeciles see fear in her. She wasn't scared of them and she wanted them to know that. " If you can be impatient.. which I doubt you can, you'll get what you want.".[/ul][/justify] |
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Sept 5, 2011 23:35:59 GMT -5
She had dodged the punch pretty easily, but it didn't really matter to Princess much either way. She could have easily followed up with a kick but decided not to. It wasn't like they needed to hurt her badly. So long as they delivered the goods which they owed Frieza, Princess wouldn't get in trouble. Thoguh, of course they had to take something back to Frieza.
"Well, you'd better have something good, or else we're going to end up coming back tomorrow," Princess would say to Bulla as she walked back into the house. Princess would wait out here for her to come back along with the various species of aliens waiting alongside of her. Of course, she didn't talk to them much. She didn't particularly feel comfortable around aliens. She didn't feel very disconnected from humans herself, having been raised on Earth and thinking she was just a human until a couple days ago. Princess would walk a few more steps and lean her back against the outside wall next to the door.
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Post by Future Trunks on Sept 6, 2011 1:24:50 GMT -5
Trunks had been making his way to Capsule Corp in order to speak with the past version of his mother. He hoped that she would be as willing to work with him now as she was then but things had changed to say the least. Though he knew she was making items for Frieza he figured she didn't like it. As he drew close to the building he spotted what looked like a group of Frieza's men standing around a young woman. At least their getup didn't change much. Their armor and scouters all looked like they did the first time he'd run into them all those years ago. He sighed though because from the looks of things they were guarding the girl, which meant she was in charge.
As was his norm, he'd been hiding his power level quite a bit and to keep himself from being seen as suspicious he landed a bit off and walked the rest of the way. As he approached the building, his hair blowing a bit, he noticed that some of the guards were looking at him. He tried his best to look as unthreatening as possible and drew closer. Upon reaching a speaking distance to the girl he stopped and looked at her, she looked oddly familiar but he let it go. "Excuse me... Do you know if Bulma Briefs is in today?"
The most random of questions, yes, but he figured that it would be the best way to keep anyone from suspecting him just yet. Though he was ready should any of the guards get uppity. He didn't want a fight, not here. He wasn't ready to reveal himself just yet, though something told him he may not have a say in that. |
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Post by Bulla on Sept 6, 2011 16:13:24 GMT -5
[/b]", Bulla didn't wait for an answer and grabbed the box of inventions before she had a chance to and turned around to make her way back the others. She paused spotting a new member of the little group had joined. Frowning in frustration, she shook her head making a face and rejoined the group in time to hear the new man's question. " Um.. who are you? And why do you need my mother?", Bulla huffed shaking her head in disbelief. Not only were these freaks terrorizing her mother, here comes this random guy asking for her? No.. she couldn't have another person coming into the Briefs' home and asking for favors and then threatening them when they declined. Somebody could only take so much and Bulla was far past her breaking point. Now... she wasn't exactly sure what made her pay attention to the elder man's hair, but for some reasons her blue eyes locked onto the long purple locks in confusion. His hair reminded her of her grandfather's. It was the same exact shade right down to the last detail, but that couldn't have been right. Her own blue eyes stared into the ones of the stranger's and she couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was looking into her own. But that couldn't have been possibly, right? Her eyes narrowed into confusion as she ignored the others for a few seconds. The teen's brain was working overtime... staring at the man in such wonder and curiosity. Who was this man? She took a step back and took in his appearance while clenching the inventions tightly in her hand, in case anyone tried to take them. " That's.. that's our jacket you have on..", She muttered lightly more to herself than the others. She wasn't even sure if the others were listening to her, but right then Bulla didn't care if she was heard or not. All she wanted now was answers from this stranger that seemed familiar. In a good and bad way. [/justify][/ul] |
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Post by Princess Vegeta on Sept 6, 2011 23:41:28 GMT -5
Another stranger person seemed to have joined Princess and Bulla. No matter, it hardly mattered. Princess was here for one reason, and one reason only. That was to collect the goods which she needed to take back to Frieza and protect with her own life. She wasn't the strongest around, but she had at least been trusted with the job and would be doing her best. Plus, it wasn't like many of the ordinary people out here could stand a match against her. With all of the people that she had fought in East City, no one really stood a chance.
In any case, Princess rolled her eyes as Bulla began to partake in conversation with Trunks. This was taking too long. Frieza would want his goods.
"We don't have time for this," Princess would say. "Collect the goods," She ordered. Two of the aliens from behind her would take a few steps forward and approach Bulla. They raised their hands out, anxious to collect the box. And if she wouldn't give it to them, they'd simply push her down to take it.
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Bulma Briefs
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Post by Bulma Briefs on Sept 8, 2011 14:56:41 GMT -5
Bulma, to say the least, was not amused.
She was watching Frieza's goons approach from the window, as her daughter attempted to persuade her to fight back with her inventions - after all, she'd done it before, she could do it again. But things were no longer that simple. She didn't just have herself to consider anymore - she had children, and somehow through the course of all of this mess, had become responsible for not only them, but the lives of the whole town. Because as long as Bulma was of use, West City remained untouched. As soon as she displeased her new 'master,' however...it would burn.
No invention in her brilliant mind could overpower all of Frieza's forces - it was just not possible. Rebellion was brewing, but there was too much risk involved - this started with her and it would end with her, no on else would get involved. She knew her daughter had been trying to convince the people to rise up, but honestly, they were human and scared. Her daughter just didn't understand...sometimes, she feared Bulla simply had too much of Yamcha in her for her own good. The thought of Yamcha darkened her thoughts further, and the blue-haired woman pulled herself away from the window as the knock on the door came. Bulla answered it, and the usual sarcasm ensued, until a fist flew towards her daughter's face....
Bulma had to fight the curse of outrage that nearly passed her lips; the girl was Saiyan - she knew first hand what Saiyan's could do! Despite Bulla effectively dodging by some slim miracle, Bulma seethed, both at the Saiyan girl's harsh act, and at her daughter's own ego. She loved Bulla, more than her own life, but sometimes, her girl just needed to learn when to keep quiet. Perhaps she did have a fair amount of Bulma in her after all....
Bulma's features were kept carefully schooled throughout this whole ordeal, and while she was not welcoming ,she was not disrespectful either. As her daughter approached her, Bulma wordlessly lifted her hand, and klonked her on the back of the head lightly.
"Darling, you're being rude," she said, before glancing at the box of inventions. Her tone was deceptively pleasant, teasingly chastising. Bulla gathered the box, preparing to deliver it, but a broad-shouldered boy distracted her from her deed.
Bulma's own brow lifted, as she stepped forwards after a few seconds.
"I can speak for myself, Bulla," Bulma said, her eyes on the Saiyan girl and the guards, knowing that any random visits from strangers might be seen in a bad light. She took the box from her daughter who seemed otherwise pre-occupied, and handed it to the Saiyan girl.
"Give Frieza my regards," she said with an icy smile, before turning to the boy, looking him over. He looked...an awful lot like her father, when he was younger. It was strange, but something easily ignored, seeing as she had far more pressing matters to attend to. "Can I help you?" she nearly snapped, her nerves quite frayed as it was.
She honestly wasn't sure how much more she could take...
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Post by Future Trunks on Sept 10, 2011 15:04:57 GMT -5
He looked at Bulla, a bit shocked at the fact that she recognized the jacket even without it's sleeves but she was Bulmas daughter so that didn't surprise him by much. He sighed as he looked at the two guards that were moving in on Bulla and without thinking he seemed to disappear and reappear between them, stopping the guards in their tracks. This girl, in some way, was his sister and that ended up making him act first before thinking. Then he heard it, that voice that he grew up around and knew from the first word. He turned around and couldn't help but look at her for a moment.
He saw her take the package from Bulla and begin to hand it to the other girl and while every fiber of his being wanted to step in and take the box he decided against it and kept his stance between the guards and Bulla. He looked between them before looking at the girl in charge and sighing. He turned back to Bulma and nodded. "Oh yea, sorry about that... Probably should have called ahead but figured my coming in person would be better... Is there somewhere we could speak in private? Not sure how much information I want to reveal just yet to the public..." He smiled lightly before his features turned stoic again. He was trying to appeal to her curiosity above everything and he really didn't want to reveal himself here in front of people that worked for Frieza. He just hoped it would work. |
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Post by Bulla on Sept 13, 2011 18:07:42 GMT -5
[/b]" It wouldn't solve the mystery on who he was, but it would at least be a start. Since he wanted to speak to her mother in private, though she was going to be there of course, she suppose even the name thing would be difficult considering the Freezer brain goons were still here. She turned to the saiyan girl and scoffed once again clearly annoyed now. " You got whatcha wanted.. can you go bye bye now?" To enunciate her words more, she placed her hands forward and did the shooing motion. " Let the smart intelligent lifeforms talk now, mkay?". [/ul][/justify] |
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