Post by Bulma on Oct 23, 2010 22:46:33 GMT -5
After she had finished running tests on Gohan Bulma thought she should go over the data before tackling the wreckage of the time machine that was sitting in her backyard. Probably not the best place for it, she had decided and returned to the spot they had left it.
When she got a second look at the mess the young genius beamed with pride, which upon seeing the results of such a mess was unusual. Capsule Corp technology was the best in the world and this was firm proof. Whistling, she pressed the button to return the time machine to capsule form and stepped back.
Once the wreckage was back in capsule form, Bulma pocketed it and returned inside. Today she felt she was fully healed from the beating she took from that over grown jerk. The very thought of it made her angry. When she noticed her fists were clinched she released her grip and shook her hands loose. She couldn’t let herself get so angry over someone so stupid.
Bulma sat down at her desk and began to look over the x-rays she had taken of her friend. Nothing seemed wrong at all from this. He looked like he had sustained some serious injury a couple times but nothing out of the ordinary for a fighter who had faced machines. Bone and metal didn’t often clash without bone breaking. Frankly Bulma was surprised her had not been more beat up than he had been.
After the x-rays were combed over she turned to the pulse and heart rate graphs. Again, nothing out of the normal here. The triggers that marked where his pulse or heartbeat would speed up or slow down were marked. Everything looked in order. So far things pointed to him being an athlete in his prime.
There was one thing that seemed not normal to the scientist, and that was the man’s strength and energy. It was far above a normal man’s, but then again, Bulma was stronger than a normal women or a normal man. Perhaps he had trained with one of the great masters back in his time. She would have to ask him later.
She carefully compared her results and his and smirked. They were very similar in strength and energy. That was an interesting find indeed. They would benefit from training together.
Bulma carefully noted her observations in a notebook before moving on to the closest indoor garden. Here she would be able to work hard on the time machine without fear of stares from passersby. People could be so annoying sometimes.
She took the capsule out of her pocket and activated it in a nice open spot. Once more Bulma stood before the mangled remains of something she might one day invent. After a deep breath the scientist strolled over and began looking inside.
As she removed the panels Bulma began to realize that there was more going on here than at first glance. The flux capacitor was twisted in such a way that there was no way it would work again and two pylons were completely busted up.
“Needs additional pylons,” the scientist mumbled as she continued listing the damage.
Tons and tons of wire was stuffed in places hurriedly as if someone was racing against time to get the time machine running. Bulma, despite knowing the sad truth of why someone would rush this, smiled. She had such limited time to get this thing running and was still able to make it run very well.
Diving deeper into the mess she discovered the controls. Fairly simple but she could see where she would put everything logically where it would be. Again she smiled as she named off everything as her hand passed over it.
This truly was her greatest brain child. Too bad she had made it in a time of extreme stress and distress or else scientists all over the world would be singing her praises. Another Brief creating something that would change the world. Could you imagine, going back and fixing mistakes that caused others distress and making the world a better place?
All war, all disease, all hate could be wiped from history and humanity could thrive. However, what if the great people of the present and future suffered for the good you did in the past? There was so much moral turmoil involved with one invention. What if someone were to get their hands on it and use it for evil. No. That must not happen, only she and Gohan would know that it existed here. She couldn’t even tell her father.
Bulma ran and grabbed her paper and pencils and began drawing schematics. This was very similar to her super gym design in many ways as far as the shell was concerned. As far as the internal workings it was very different. One thing was painfully certain, she never lost her mind even in a terrible future.
As she was working her father snuck up behind her, “What you doing princess, trying to fix the boy’s machine?”
Bulma hit her drawing and smirked, “Yeah but I’d rather no one see it since it’s the most dangerous piece of technology I will ever build.”
Dr. Brief smiled and nodded, “I can respect that, but if you need me you know where to find me.” He left the garden humming to himself.
Relaxing a bit more, Bulma continued her schematics. Something was obviously missing from the machine. Whatever made it travel through time was very obviously missing. This would be the challenge, finding what made the thing work. She made a note off to the side to ask Gohan if he knew and kept working.
It wasn’t until the sun was going down that Bulma had completed her schematics. Carefully she folded them and put them in the time machine before returning it the capsule form and her pocket.
After a quick dinner and a short talk with her family Bulma returned to her room. She did her usual workout routine, stretching her repaired tissue enough to move freely again. Contented with her progress there she laid back on her floor and looked at the ceiling.
So much was happening so quickly. Was this because of her decision to train? Would this be enough to change the future? Bulma sighed, she needed to clear her head.
Quickly, Bulma changed into her jobbing clothes and left out for a walk in the park. Sure it was dark and all kinds of creepers were out at this time but for Bulma they were little more than pests.
The cool night air felt good on her skin as the smell of burning wood hit her in the face. Someone’s fireplace was already lit. Smiling, the young woman set out at a jog. Some part of her hoped she would meet up with the strange man with green skin again. She would have to at least get his name next time.
Even if he turned out to be ugly or incompatible with humanity in some way she could use another friend, and definitely one who was stronger than she was. It could have been the mask but he sounded older to her. Shrugging that off she continued her jog from her home to the park.
Here the stars were easier to see as they winked down from the heavens in their friendly way. The plants all seemed to sway in time with the wind as if they were dancing a waltz. Such a lovely night.
Bulma spotted a couple making out on a park bench and rolled her eyes, “Get a room!” She yelled, startling them so severely they fell off the bench. Rolling her eyes, Bulma walked over to them, “Look, I didn’t mean to scare you.” For a moment she thought about asking if they had seen the strange man about but thought better of it. “You guys be careful, it’s dangerous out here.”
After her one sided talk with the frightened couple Bulma continued her jog while keeping her eyes open for any sign of the person she hoped to run into. He was nowhere to be found.
Bulma jogged back home and was greeted by her mother, who looked rather unhappy.
“Bulma, why do you keep sneaking out?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me out at night if I didn’t. I can take care of myself just fine.”
“If you can take care of yourself then why did some psycho cut you up and leave you at a hospital?”
“Because he was a fluke. That one bad person that’s stronger than me. I‘m not some delicate flower that will bruise if you touch it.”
Bulma’s mom continued her uncharacteristic frown.
“What?”
“You know if Gohan would have known he would have gone out looking for you and he doesn’t know anything about how things are these days.”
“I know, but he is strong enough to take care of himself.”
“Your father took a look at the comparison of your health charts and said you two are similar in strength and energy and that was very rare but there are stronger crazy people out there.”
“Okay. Mom, enough. I get the point and I’m tired. Good night.”
With that Bulma returned to her room and fell fast asleep on her bed.
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When she got a second look at the mess the young genius beamed with pride, which upon seeing the results of such a mess was unusual. Capsule Corp technology was the best in the world and this was firm proof. Whistling, she pressed the button to return the time machine to capsule form and stepped back.
Once the wreckage was back in capsule form, Bulma pocketed it and returned inside. Today she felt she was fully healed from the beating she took from that over grown jerk. The very thought of it made her angry. When she noticed her fists were clinched she released her grip and shook her hands loose. She couldn’t let herself get so angry over someone so stupid.
Bulma sat down at her desk and began to look over the x-rays she had taken of her friend. Nothing seemed wrong at all from this. He looked like he had sustained some serious injury a couple times but nothing out of the ordinary for a fighter who had faced machines. Bone and metal didn’t often clash without bone breaking. Frankly Bulma was surprised her had not been more beat up than he had been.
After the x-rays were combed over she turned to the pulse and heart rate graphs. Again, nothing out of the normal here. The triggers that marked where his pulse or heartbeat would speed up or slow down were marked. Everything looked in order. So far things pointed to him being an athlete in his prime.
There was one thing that seemed not normal to the scientist, and that was the man’s strength and energy. It was far above a normal man’s, but then again, Bulma was stronger than a normal women or a normal man. Perhaps he had trained with one of the great masters back in his time. She would have to ask him later.
She carefully compared her results and his and smirked. They were very similar in strength and energy. That was an interesting find indeed. They would benefit from training together.
Bulma carefully noted her observations in a notebook before moving on to the closest indoor garden. Here she would be able to work hard on the time machine without fear of stares from passersby. People could be so annoying sometimes.
She took the capsule out of her pocket and activated it in a nice open spot. Once more Bulma stood before the mangled remains of something she might one day invent. After a deep breath the scientist strolled over and began looking inside.
As she removed the panels Bulma began to realize that there was more going on here than at first glance. The flux capacitor was twisted in such a way that there was no way it would work again and two pylons were completely busted up.
“Needs additional pylons,” the scientist mumbled as she continued listing the damage.
Tons and tons of wire was stuffed in places hurriedly as if someone was racing against time to get the time machine running. Bulma, despite knowing the sad truth of why someone would rush this, smiled. She had such limited time to get this thing running and was still able to make it run very well.
Diving deeper into the mess she discovered the controls. Fairly simple but she could see where she would put everything logically where it would be. Again she smiled as she named off everything as her hand passed over it.
This truly was her greatest brain child. Too bad she had made it in a time of extreme stress and distress or else scientists all over the world would be singing her praises. Another Brief creating something that would change the world. Could you imagine, going back and fixing mistakes that caused others distress and making the world a better place?
All war, all disease, all hate could be wiped from history and humanity could thrive. However, what if the great people of the present and future suffered for the good you did in the past? There was so much moral turmoil involved with one invention. What if someone were to get their hands on it and use it for evil. No. That must not happen, only she and Gohan would know that it existed here. She couldn’t even tell her father.
Bulma ran and grabbed her paper and pencils and began drawing schematics. This was very similar to her super gym design in many ways as far as the shell was concerned. As far as the internal workings it was very different. One thing was painfully certain, she never lost her mind even in a terrible future.
As she was working her father snuck up behind her, “What you doing princess, trying to fix the boy’s machine?”
Bulma hit her drawing and smirked, “Yeah but I’d rather no one see it since it’s the most dangerous piece of technology I will ever build.”
Dr. Brief smiled and nodded, “I can respect that, but if you need me you know where to find me.” He left the garden humming to himself.
Relaxing a bit more, Bulma continued her schematics. Something was obviously missing from the machine. Whatever made it travel through time was very obviously missing. This would be the challenge, finding what made the thing work. She made a note off to the side to ask Gohan if he knew and kept working.
It wasn’t until the sun was going down that Bulma had completed her schematics. Carefully she folded them and put them in the time machine before returning it the capsule form and her pocket.
After a quick dinner and a short talk with her family Bulma returned to her room. She did her usual workout routine, stretching her repaired tissue enough to move freely again. Contented with her progress there she laid back on her floor and looked at the ceiling.
So much was happening so quickly. Was this because of her decision to train? Would this be enough to change the future? Bulma sighed, she needed to clear her head.
Quickly, Bulma changed into her jobbing clothes and left out for a walk in the park. Sure it was dark and all kinds of creepers were out at this time but for Bulma they were little more than pests.
The cool night air felt good on her skin as the smell of burning wood hit her in the face. Someone’s fireplace was already lit. Smiling, the young woman set out at a jog. Some part of her hoped she would meet up with the strange man with green skin again. She would have to at least get his name next time.
Even if he turned out to be ugly or incompatible with humanity in some way she could use another friend, and definitely one who was stronger than she was. It could have been the mask but he sounded older to her. Shrugging that off she continued her jog from her home to the park.
Here the stars were easier to see as they winked down from the heavens in their friendly way. The plants all seemed to sway in time with the wind as if they were dancing a waltz. Such a lovely night.
Bulma spotted a couple making out on a park bench and rolled her eyes, “Get a room!” She yelled, startling them so severely they fell off the bench. Rolling her eyes, Bulma walked over to them, “Look, I didn’t mean to scare you.” For a moment she thought about asking if they had seen the strange man about but thought better of it. “You guys be careful, it’s dangerous out here.”
After her one sided talk with the frightened couple Bulma continued her jog while keeping her eyes open for any sign of the person she hoped to run into. He was nowhere to be found.
Bulma jogged back home and was greeted by her mother, who looked rather unhappy.
“Bulma, why do you keep sneaking out?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me out at night if I didn’t. I can take care of myself just fine.”
“If you can take care of yourself then why did some psycho cut you up and leave you at a hospital?”
“Because he was a fluke. That one bad person that’s stronger than me. I‘m not some delicate flower that will bruise if you touch it.”
Bulma’s mom continued her uncharacteristic frown.
“What?”
“You know if Gohan would have known he would have gone out looking for you and he doesn’t know anything about how things are these days.”
“I know, but he is strong enough to take care of himself.”
“Your father took a look at the comparison of your health charts and said you two are similar in strength and energy and that was very rare but there are stronger crazy people out there.”
“Okay. Mom, enough. I get the point and I’m tired. Good night.”
With that Bulma returned to her room and fell fast asleep on her bed.
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