Feels like it's been a hundred years

[vulgarwoman]

Who: Bloomers and Briefs with G--I mean Bulma Briefs and Vatheon
When: Afternoon TODAY
Where: A variety of places, actually, she's wandering with intent to get back to her house
Style: Brackets
Status: Open

[Now it's not as if Bulma isn't used to waiting around for her friends at this point. That doesn't mean she has to like or accept it, but that was her life anyway and as it stands she was now waiting for Goku to return to Earth. They were finally home from Namek, Frieza was taken care of and the friends that were killed were brought back to life.

She also ended up housing the entire planet of Namek + Vegeta. Go figure. Hey, as long as they didn't cause trouble (mostly Vegeta rather than the Namekians) she didn't care.

What she did care about was being washed up into a place that was completely and totally NOT Capsule Corp and being attacked--yes, attacked--by new-old memories pushing themselves into her head.

The phrases "this is Vatheon" and "my kids were here" occurs to her before she shakes her head and takes a towel being offered to her. She says "thanks" but it's merely muttered as she gets to work drying off her hair and piecing the memories back together.

All right. So she had children with Vegeta in the future. That makes a lot more sense now that she actually knows him, she supposes. To Bulma, however, that detail is inconsequential since the last time she checked everyone except Gohan had vanished from Vatheon. Is Gohan still here, even? Well, she wouldn't be much use to him at the moment since he A) doesn't have clothes she can wear and B) she has a place of her own to worry about.]

There's nothing in there to steal, so no one could have broken in. Okay, Bulma, let's go home.

[With that said, she wraps the towel around her shoulders, wrings out her clothes as best she can and starts towards the forest. Or at least she thinks the forest is in this direction. Stupid memories. Stupid stores being distracting. ...Well actually the stores aren't stupid, they can stay.]

Comments

[beauchevalier]

[Today was a day for shopping, specifically for groceries. So Angelo is out and about, heading for the food store. If Bulma spots him, she might see a resemblance to a certain future son of hers. Except while he may look like Trunks, their personalities are striking differently as is their speaking voices.]

[vulgarwoman]

Trunks?

[The minute she calls him, though, she realizes that the man didn't have her son's lilac hair. He appeared older if only by a small margin as well, this couldn't be her son. Maybe she just missed Trunks too much already.]

[beauchevalier]

[Turning about upon Trunks' name, he decides to put up the act he usually does when regarding the other. As he does not yet know this is in fact Trunks' mother and once he does speak, this guy has a British accent to his voice when he speaks compared to Trunks.]

I believe you're mistaking me for my brother, miss.

[vulgarwoman]

...Brother? What kind of stunt are you trying to pull on me?

[beauchevalier]

[There's a slight appearance of confusion on his face, what did she mean by that?]

I'm not pulling any tricks, I assure you. Trunks is my twin brother.

[vulgarwoman]

Oh, really?

[Then obviously he won't mind if she walks up and takes a tug on his hair.]

HUH, well that's funny. I know I look good for my age, but Trunks didn't tell me that I had twins.

[beauchevalier]

[Ow. Well, he's not going to mind it since he now figures out that this is in fact Trunks' mother from her words alone. Okay, so now he has to act like a good son for his "mother".]

I'm so sorry for before, mother. It's been...some time since I've seen you back home that I did not recognize you, I hope you can forgive me. And about that... Well, Trunks doesn't talk about me much to anyone. We don't exactly get along, I'm terribly sorry you have to hear that, mother.

[vulgarwoman]

Now that's a load of baloney, I'm unforgettable!

[Nor does it really jive that Trunks wouldn't get along with someone considering...post apocalyptic android hell future. Also his hair feels like he uses considerably more product than Trunks.]

Plus, what's even with that accent? You're one of those distant relatives dad doesn't like talking about, aren't you?

[beauchevalier]

[Well it's true that he does use more products in it because he wants to keep his hair nice and clean, possibly even silky smooth. But geez, this woman is a tough one. He's going to have to try harder.]

Um no, I already said what I am... I understand if it sounds unbelievable, but it's the truth. Also the reason I have this accent is...well, I've been living away from home in another town for a long time and I developed an accent from living there. I didn't use to sound this way, but it seems the culture affected me.

[saiyan_prince]

[No one could have broken in. No one, that is, except for one Saiyan prince who considers himself already invited. He's been staying in Bulma's house for the past few days, helping himself to her food and using the gravity chamber she so kindly capsulized for him. It's now set up right behind her house. When she finally makes her way to her home, Vegeta's in the kitchen raiding the last of the refrigerator, topless. His missing tail and receding hairline confirm that he's older than when she saw him last, if she bothers to look at those things before telling him off.]

[vulgarwoman]

[.................Oi. Really? Not only is he still here, he's been bumming around in her house, too? Well, he looks different than the last time she saw him in Vatheon, but not as of a few days ago, so maybe their timelines coincide this time. She guesses, too, technically she said he could stay with her...back on Earth. Because he didn't have money for a hotel.

Oh dammit all and curse her need for company.]

I hope you were planning on grocery shopping after you're done.

[saiyan_prince]

[And suddenly, his state of dress seems woefully inadequate! If he still had his tail it would have puffed up at her sudden arrival.]

You were no longer on the residency list.

[She was no longer on the list, so he just decided to move in since he was already somewhat comfortable in this kind of environment. Shopping? He sure wasn't planning on it. At least nothing is broken, and it seems that Vegeta cleans up after himself. There is a pile of absolutely putrid laundry in the hamper, though. It's only been a few days, he doesn't need to do laundry yet!]

[vulgarwoman]

[...Sigh. Place doesn't seem trashed, at least. Points in his favor? Outright ignoring her question, however, puts it all back in the negatives.]

Yeah well, now I'm back evidently. And it seems not a moment too soon.

[saiyan_prince]

[Her question was not a question, it was an implied order!]

Hnn.

[Vegeta looks over his shoulder at her. Her eternally changing hair looks the same as it did when he saw her last, so perhaps they're from the same point in time this time? When they were in Vatheon before, neither of them had known each other at all.]

That note you left - Trunks and Bulla have gone?

[Aww look, he knows their names!]

[vulgarwoman]

Oh, you read the note? I almost thought you wouldn't.

[Not that she thinks he can't read, just that he'd ignore it.]

Yeah, they've been gone for...geez, maybe a few weeks now. I guess they're back home. [With parents that actually know them.] But you're dodging the subject, how long have you even been back here?

[saiyan_prince]

Dodging the subject?

[He huffs at her.]

You didn't ask me how long I have been here, woman! I have been in Vatheon again for a few days. It seems that this place is unchanged.

[Though to him, it's been so long...]

[vulgarwoman]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. What's the last thing you remember? I was waiting for Goku to get back from wherever the heck he decided to blast off to.

[ladyinscarlet]

[Angelina bumps into Bulma on her way home from the clinic. It seems like the other woman just arrived at the underwater city.]

Good afternoon, Miss. Are you alright?

[vulgarwoman]

I'm wet and my hair is in dire need of drying and styling, but other than that I'm perfectly fine. At least this outfit isn't dry clean only.

[ladyinscarlet]

It would have been shame. Mine got ruined when I got here.

[She keeps wearing those Victorian style dresses, though.]

[vulgarwoman]

Ugh, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.

[Women always suffer for fashion!!!]

But hey, are you new here? I don't think I saw you the last time I was here.

[ladyinscarlet]

Fortunately, one can get clothes here for free. [It was her own fault her dress was ruined. Blood doesn't wash off easily.]

Yes, my Lady. I arrived her not even a month ago. You were here before?

[vulgarwoman]

Bulma, not lady. Though I am quite the lady, I prefer being called by name.

[All smiles despite this.]

I was here for a few months before, but I think I went into one of those weird "dropped off the face of Vatheon temporarily" modes. Too bad, too, just when things were getting interesting up on the island. I don't really mind being back here, honestly, free clothes is too hard to resist!

[And being able to meet new people every day is pretty agreeable to her.]

[ladyinscarlet]

[It's not very proper to call someone just by their name. Maybe she is a commoner?]

Miss Bulma, should it be, then? [She has no concept of modernity yet.]

Oh? You mean you were indisposed or ill? Or did you physically disappear from this world?

[She chuckles.] Yes, I still find that concept hard to grasp. [Being a noble, she used to spend a lot on clothing. But it seems money is not a necessity here, but sometimes a good commodity.]

[vulgarwoman]

[Far from it, she's just extremely casual.]

Hmm? If you've gotta call me something, why don't you call me Dr. Briefs? I am a scientist, after all. And I completely disappeared from this world and came back after a time in my own world, but still remember what's going on here. Weird, huh?

[She brushes a lock of hair out of her face and sighs.]

I know what you mean on that, too. It's nice and all, but I like shopping for gifts, it doesn't really mean that much if someone could just go get it themselves, you know?