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

[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.

[vulgarwoman]

[Yep, she's a tough old shrew, and this story is definitely not impressing her. If he wants to play hardball, though, she can oblige.]

Is that right? So what's your name, "son"?

[beauchevalier]

[Two can play at this game, so he's gotta keep trying since he's gotten this far.]

Angelo is the name I've chosen to go by, I changed it back home.

[vulgarwoman]

What, you think you're too good for Boxer Briefs, huh?

[beauchevalier]

[Oh god what is that name she said, he does not want that name at all.]

Mother, it's not that I'm not happy with that name... It's just I have my reasons for changing it, you must understand.

[vulgarwoman]

And what's stopping you from using it here? I'm very disappointed in you, son.

[Oh god she's going to bust a gut, it's some miracle of Kami that she's even keeping a straight face right now.]

[beauchevalier]

I've been telling people my name is Angelo, so that's how everyone knows me now. It'd be a little odd to say my other name when everyone has been calling me another name, wouldn't you agree?

[He doesn't want to make her mad, but he can't exactly go about town now saying his name is Boxer. Because that not only sounds ridiculous, but a bit embarrassing.]

[vulgarwoman]

I am definitely talking to your father about this, young man.

[beauchevalier]

You don't need to involve father in this, mother. It's only a name, there's nothing wrong with it.

[But now to change topic before things get uglier.]

By the way mother, I have a job at a local club and I'm living with a friend of mine.

[vulgarwoman]

[She is so going to tell Vegeta, Angelo, this is what happens when you try to troll a troll.]

A club? Well, you know, as long as it's not making you do anything illegal, you can do whatever. Who is this friend of yours?

[beauchevalier]

[What is his life right now?]

It's the Golden Victory host club, but they don't make us do anything illegal at all.

[Do you like hearing that your "son" is a host, Bulma by the way?]

My friend is Lloyd, he knows Trunks too.

[vulgarwoman]

So I'm guessing you're actually using your good looks to do something besides blow things up, that's good.

[Vegeta is sooooo going to steamroll him, hahaha.]

Are you going to introduce me to your special friend, Garters?

[beauchevalier]

[....Did she just call him a part of women's undergarments, yes he thinks she did.]

Mother please, call me Angelo. I don't want my friends knowing I have that for a name. [He's going to protest these names so hard.] And yes, I do. I'm not like father and Trunks in that regard.

[vulgarwoman]

I'm not calling you a name I didn't give you, mister!

[CAN'T BE TAMED.]

And you didn't answer my question!

[beauchevalier]

How about something a bit...more exotic? Branch out your thoughts on naming, mother.

[He's going to get something better than women's undergarments.]

And oh certainly, you can meet Lloyd. I don't know when you'd like to though.

[vulgarwoman]

Exotic, huh?

[No, he's not going to get anything better than women's undergarments.]

How about Girdle or Jockstrap?

[She's mystified at how she's still keeping a straight face and impressed by how stubborn this guy is to keep up the charade, but oh well he's fun.]

I can meet him after I've settled myself in and had a little chat with your father, there's no rush, Panty~

[beauchevalier]

[This is why he finds women like Bulma as a turn off, because they do things like this to him. She was a stubborn one too, perhaps changing his tactics was what he needed to do. But he's not going to let those names bother him, he's just going to smile.]

Of course mother, I cannot wait to meet father again. Since the both of you are my parents after all.

[vulgarwoman]

And I'm sure he'll be happy to see you, too. It's just too bad your brother and sister couldn't be here.

[beauchevalier]

Quite unfortunate indeed, but people disappear from this bubble and then return correct? So it's not as if people are gone from here forever.

[vulgarwoman]

Hmm--maybe!

[She pats him on the shoulder. A weirdly friendly gesture considering her sarcasm up until that point.]

If it's all the same to you, sonny, I should get back to reintroducing myself to Vatheon. And maybe you should get back to your shopping.

[She will never believe the "I'm your son" thing, but that doesn't mean it's justified for her to interrupt someone's shopping. It's just rude!]

[beauchevalier]

[He's a bit confused by her sudden friendly gesture, yet it doesn't bother him that much. This woman was definitely odd to say the least.]

Ah I was on my way back to home to be honest, though it was nice seeing you.

[Deep down he could kind of tell she might not be believing him, but at least he got a little bit of fun out of it. Though perhaps later on, his other idea might be a bit more convincing...maybe.]