Post by Bulma Briefs on Sept 8, 2011 17:15:55 GMT -5
It was insane.
So insane, it might actually work....
Bulma surveyed the various mechanical and technological parts laid out before her with a critical eye. She'd been in her lab for nearly three days straight, sleeping, eating, and doing anything other than working rarely. Between her new private project and her latest attempt at keeping Frieza happy, Bulma was on edge, and the bags around her eyes were testament to that fact. Even when she tried, she couldn't sleep. The project, the fear, the aggravation at her situation - it all conspired to turn her into a walking zombie.
The blue prints before her were freshly drafted - she had literally just scribbled them down, but after she committed everything to memory, she destroyed them. She could not risk this plan being discovered, even if she chose not to go through with it. Because she would be killed on the spot, or worse, Frieza would attempt control of it. She was towing a fine line; giving him technology that was useful, but not devastating. But she knew it wouldn't be long before he started demanding more complicated, dangerous things, and then she'd really be going insane. The thought of her inventions being used to mow defenseless people down....
There were no words for it.
Capsule Corp. was built to make people's lives BETTER. She had tried to ascend to that, even as a small child - she knew that one day, she was going to run it, and she wanted to know everything about it - she was holding board meetings with her stuffed animals for Christ's Sakes! This company had always been her life, and it still was, though her children definitely took priority. The knowledge that she might not be able to keep Capsule Corp. after all was said and done hurt, but if it meant keeping her family safe and ending Frieza's rain of terror, she'd blow the damn place up herself....
An electronic sensor let her know people were approaching and she pushed a button on her work bench, and it flipped into itself, the reverse side a clean, blank metallic surface. Shedding her lab coat, goggles, and gloves, Bulma raced to the door, wearing her normal clothes, a yellow top and black leggings and her pearls, and answered it.
Blinking into the sunlight, she saw two tall figures silhouetted.
"Can I help you?"
So insane, it might actually work....
Bulma surveyed the various mechanical and technological parts laid out before her with a critical eye. She'd been in her lab for nearly three days straight, sleeping, eating, and doing anything other than working rarely. Between her new private project and her latest attempt at keeping Frieza happy, Bulma was on edge, and the bags around her eyes were testament to that fact. Even when she tried, she couldn't sleep. The project, the fear, the aggravation at her situation - it all conspired to turn her into a walking zombie.
The blue prints before her were freshly drafted - she had literally just scribbled them down, but after she committed everything to memory, she destroyed them. She could not risk this plan being discovered, even if she chose not to go through with it. Because she would be killed on the spot, or worse, Frieza would attempt control of it. She was towing a fine line; giving him technology that was useful, but not devastating. But she knew it wouldn't be long before he started demanding more complicated, dangerous things, and then she'd really be going insane. The thought of her inventions being used to mow defenseless people down....
There were no words for it.
Capsule Corp. was built to make people's lives BETTER. She had tried to ascend to that, even as a small child - she knew that one day, she was going to run it, and she wanted to know everything about it - she was holding board meetings with her stuffed animals for Christ's Sakes! This company had always been her life, and it still was, though her children definitely took priority. The knowledge that she might not be able to keep Capsule Corp. after all was said and done hurt, but if it meant keeping her family safe and ending Frieza's rain of terror, she'd blow the damn place up herself....
An electronic sensor let her know people were approaching and she pushed a button on her work bench, and it flipped into itself, the reverse side a clean, blank metallic surface. Shedding her lab coat, goggles, and gloves, Bulma raced to the door, wearing her normal clothes, a yellow top and black leggings and her pearls, and answered it.
Blinking into the sunlight, she saw two tall figures silhouetted.
"Can I help you?"