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| The Council Evolves; PRP | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 1 2015, 06:23 PM (125 Views) | |
| Piccolo | Jul 1 2015, 06:23 PM Post #1 |
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I dreamed I was falling. The dream was always the same. High above a non-descript land she began, but the ground always rushed up to meet her eventually. Sometimes, the wait before the fall was worse than the fall itself. Sometimes, but not often. And always, she woke up before she met with the desolate landscape, woke in a sweat that easily warded away any future sleep. At first she had screamed. She had been young then, still half a child, and her woes had been few and far between. Her Father had been quick to praise and slow to punish, a trait that the men in his employ had seemed to emulate. Once she had proven herself as gifted as the man who had raised her, her praise had spread a hundred-fold. Her discoveries and presentations, once delivered only to her Father, had gathered crowds of the intelligent and rich, eager to see what the heir of the great Capsule Corp Empire could do. Time had caught up with her quickly. But, while she was still young, she had met the man who would gift her both her children, and receive her love in return. The Prince had been truly gallant in those days - his smiles had kept her going through the darkest nights, and brightened even the warmest of days. It was only after his sudden departure that her dreams had changed, and certainly not for the better. What if I didn't wake? What if I continued falling, straight to the ground below? The thoughts filtered through her dreams as if they were nought but a sieve, leaving behind that which wasn't considered good enough to pass through. It was there, in her dreams, that true terror existed. The first dream had been the worst. By then, she had grown used to the feeling of dropping from above, and concentrated her efforts on the point far below, where she knew she would awaken. Her mind was so set upon it that when it passed, she knew immediately. Terror had been her mistress then, guiding her on the path that she was so certain ended in her death. And then, she had awoken. In truth she had travelled barely a few feet from where she usually awoke, but the extra distance seemed like miles to her. She had awoken with a scream, but there was nobody there to hear it. Her Prince was gone beyond her reach, forever as far as he knew. Years passed like days, and with a young child to look after Bulma found that her dreams were few and far between. It had been so long since she had dreamed, that when the dreams came they were that much more terrifying. It was when her Father had died that she had dreamed again. She fell even further this time, and no amount of arm flapping could slow her descent. She awoke with a start mere inches from the ground, drenched in the cold sweat that only true terror could bring. It was not truly the dream that scared her this time, it was the future - if she fell any further, would she hit the hard ground below? Would her son grow up without a Mother, her daughter not even knowing her face? Coffee had been her only ally in those days. She had already taken over a lot of her Father's duties when he had first fallen ill, so her workload was not too much greater than she was used to. Her nights were instead devoted to science. Many discoveries came in the months that she abhorred sleep, ranging from the minute to the magnificent. But sleep always caught up with her, fighting against her to seize control of her thoughts. After a while she gave in to it, and found her rest mercifully empty of free falls. She slept easier then, and for years no sign of resurfacing came. Fifteen years had flown past her without her even realizing. Her face had lost some of its youth, and the energy she had known had already started to fade. Her son grew into a man, and had flown the nest almost two years ago. He ruled an entire planet now, and was said to be respected amongst his Father's people. Her daughter had disappeared almost entirely, but the last reports Bulma had received told her that it was of her own free will; if she felt that her retreat from the galaxy was necessary, Bulma would respect that. Prince Vegeta, however, was another topic entirely. The eighteen years since their parting had served to freeze the warmth that she had known from the man, and the polished Prince she had known had become rough and strange to her. When they had met, he had betrayed no hint of any lingering feelings for her; no more than she had to him. None of these things burdened her thoughts now, however. She sat upon the edge of her bed, her hair mussed and bedraggled from her fitful sleep. No sweat beaded her brow, however, and the fear she had once known stayed far away. The dream had come again. When her mind's eye revealed the familiar landscape to her, the same strangling fear that she had felt years before gripped her. She squirmed to try and somehow wake herself, but it was no use. The descent had begun slow, as it always did. But, when she reached a faster speed, a strange feeling had overtaken her. Her eyes, clenched shut as was her ritual, opened slowly. She had stopped moving, halted by some hidden force. She moved her arms and found them free, and so too with her legs. Curiosity took over then, and she continued to move freely. Until the voice came. It was deep and foreboding, yet oddly familiar. You need fall no longer, it had said. You have the power to save yourself; only through utilizing it will you find true freedom, it has whispered into her ear. It was then that she realized that she had not only stopped: she was floating. She strafed sideways by manipulating the strange power that slowly drained her strength, before starting to rise. Slow at first, but growing faster. It was the first time she had ended her dream on the way up, rather than down. And it was the change that kept her awake now, brow furrowed as she attempted to discern what it meant. She had seen people fly before: everybody with any kind of power could do it these days. The power had always eluded her though, no matter how hard Vegeta had tried to teach her. Perhaps her luck was about to change. She put the thoughts from her mind as she rose to her feet, moving almost silently to the wardrobe where she withdrew a set of day clothes - a simple black shirt and trousers, both bearing the Capsule Corp logo. Once she had dressed she slipped her shoes on and exited her bedroom, emerging into the empty corridor and beginning to walk. She reached the kitchens just in time, it seemed. The cook, a grizzled old man, was placing the last of the food onto a large silver platter, ready to be carried off by the waiting servants. When he saw Bulma he paused and grinned, showing off his uneven yellowing teeth. She had known the cook since she was a little girl, and his hard exterior always seemed to mellow when she was close. "What'll it be today, m'girl? We just had a shipment all the way from Mortoseth, some strange fruit that grows in the dark there. Or there's blood oranges from Valhalla, Pefu Iced Pomegranates, Yaidratian-" "Just a coffee please, Chef," she said with a smile. The old man tutted and turned with a scowl on his face, but he turned back almost instantly with a cup of coffee in his hand, freshly brewed from the smell. He raised an eyebrow as he handed it to her, and she nodded in thanks. She didn't know how, but he somehow always knew when she would awake, and the coffee was always waiting for her. "Call me Richard, girl. I've told you enough times, it seems to me!" he growled, but his face couldn't hide the smile on his face. Bulma grinned even wider, leaning forward to kiss the man upon the cheek. "As soon as you stop calling me girl, Chef. You must know my name after all this time!" she said with a smile, and when she leaned away from the man she held an apple and a bread roll in her hand. She turned on the spot, ignoring the protesting noises that the chef made. She waved a hand in the air to say goodbye, and left the kitchen before any more food could be forced upon her. Her office was considerably smaller than her Father's had been; or at least, her new office was. The entire top floor of the building, once dedicated to private offices and lounges, was still being worked on by her architects, and wasn't expected to be completed any time soon. In the meantime she had set herself up on the ground floor in an office looking out at the greenhouse. She gazed out of that window now, sitting behind her desk in a comfy leather chair. That's where he died. That's where I lost him. The two figures in her mind seemed to blur and blend, but there was no mistaking them. One was her son, whilst the other was a stranger within his skin. The pair had fought out there, and her son had won; but the cost had been great. The one from the future had almost died in her arms, but his last wish had prevented that. No healing could save him in his state, so she had agreed to place him in the vessel from which he had arrived. And, before her very eyes, he had travelled through time. The vessel bore her maker's mark, although the technology was far superior to any she currently possessed. The man had disappeared almost without a trace, but Bulma already knew his tale; a terrible disease, loss, and a kingship. All of it would have been lost, but for the token that he had left behind. The removed arm floated in a tank in her underground lab where only she had clearance, and there she worked tirelessly to try and extract some kind of cure to the disease that he had carried, but it was more difficult than she had expected. Her hand moved unbidden to her arm, scratching furiously at the red rash that had begun to spread up her arm. Some allergy or another, she was certain. Nonetheless, she slipped on the jacket that was hung on the back of her chair, rolling her shoulders with a smile as the familiar fabric rubbed against her skin. Just as she took a bite of her apple, however, a knock came from the door. Swallowing quickly, she managed to mumble "come in," taking a swallow of coffee to wash down the partially chewed fruit. Her secretary looked around the edge of the door with a smile of greeting. "General Corwen here to see you, ma'am." "See him in," she said with a wave of her hand. She pushed her breakfast aside and closed a few files before the door opened again. The General entered the room quickly, walking over towards Bulma without any hesitation. "Ms. Briefs. I hope you are well," he growled, taking a seat opposite her desk. Like many of the residents of West City, General Corwen was not a human. His body was humanoid in fashion, but a huge rhino head rose from his shoulders, accompanied by a thick gray horn. He wore a set of army fatigues that did little to hide the muscles beneath. "I am well, General; but to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" As always, Bulma was quick to get to business. Time was money, after all. Corwen reached into pocket and withdrew a small device, placing it upon the desk. Bulma recognised it as one of her own inventions - a DNA activated holographic memory bank. She smiled as Corwen ran a finger over the input sensor, activating a green light. "We've gathered the people you requested, and more besides. They should be sufficient for the Council." The woman smiled, although it didn't quite reach her eyes. Her plans to restart the Earth Defence Force were in motion, but she didn't like the General's tone. The memory bank sprang to life before her, revealing four floating faces. Three male and one female, and she found that she could only recognise two of them. On the furthest left was the face of a black man that she recognised - Tyrome. Together they had journeyed to the moon to stop a Steel Legion relay, but other than that she knew little about him. His appointment to the council had been her easiest decision, though - he was the only other human who had had dealings with the EDF in its earlier days. Next was a woman's face, but Bulma didn't recognise her. She had black hair that was tied into a ponytail, and a pair of glasses rested upon her thin nose. She glanced down at her name and title and grimaced. Natalie Hardwood, of the Merchant's Guild. There was no bigger group of bureaucrats on the entire planet, but they needed somebody to fund their activities. She turned to the next face and her grimace turned into a scowl. Sebastian Sarawati. The CEO and lead Engineer of Capsule Corp's biggest rival, Sarawati Industries, was of an age with Bulma. His inventions were few and far between, but he still somehow pictured himself as an equal to Bulma and Capsule Corp. She glanced up at Corwen with a slight shake of her head, looking at the last face. Chishan, Super Elite Saiyan and Representative of King Vegeta. The man's face was foreign, but his name was not. He had been one of the few that the time-travelling version of her son had mentioned, and seemed to hold him in high regard. Whether she would feel the same was yet to be seen, but she had high hopes for the man. "The four of them make us seven; a number we thought would work well," Corwen said, swiping the faces away with a hand. Bulma raised an eyebrow, and Corwen seemed to know the question she was about to ask. "You, Me and the King." Bulma couldn't hide the surprise from her face. She had obtained the King's seal for her project, but that was more of a way to relax the commoners than any kind of actual permission. King Furry was well liked, but he had very little in the way of actual power. She composed herself quickly and nodded, bringing her eyes up to meet Corwen's. "Any news on a location for headquarters yet?" she asked. She had offered up Capsule Corp as a temporary base of operations for the Council, but she didn't want them invading her space for too long. Especially when the threat of a galaxy-wide pandemic sat in her basement. "Lots of areas have potential, but the end decision will be down to the council. Shall I arrange for a meeting in a few days? That should be enough time to bring us all together." "Yes, of course." Her words were curt, yet not unpolite. As much as she looked forward to sitting on the council, having that seat next to somebody like Sebastian Sarawati seemed almost too bittersweet to bear. "I'll have advertisements placed over the planet, too - it wouldn't serve to only have the seven of us, after all." Corwen didn't smile, but Bulma knew he was amused nonetheless. "Already taken care of, Ms. Briefs. A few of my own have volunteered too, as well as some from Sarawati Industries." The words drew out a competitive edge in Bulma that she hadn't felt in years. All of her fears and doubts vanished, replaced instead with a burning desire to outperform everybody in her way. "Well, I guess I'll have to up my game then!" she said with a smile. The General didn't smile. "War is no game, Ms. Briefs." Bulma's pearly white teeth shone as she grinned widely. "It is when I'm playing, General." |
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| Piccolo | Jul 1 2015, 06:40 PM Post #2 |
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The teal-haired woman couldn’t help but sigh as the door closed behind her. Her first meeting with the council had been strenuous to say the least, and had left her in a particularly bad mood. She stormed through her office and plunked herself down behind her desk, hand rising to her head to wipe back her wild-looking hair. The day was hot – apparently, there had been a heatwave over the past few days. Scientists across the globe had been quick to jump on the global warming band-wagon, but Bulma didn’t believe such theories – it was more likely the enhanced galactic activity going on across the universe. She looked upwards at her ceiling, mind lost in thought. ”Where are you, Trunks?” she muttered, tears beginning to well in her eyes. She sniffed when she heard a knock at the door, and wiped away the tears on the back of her hand. ”Come in,” she shouted, her voice quickly stabilized. Her secretary, Kate, walked in with a file in her hand. “We just had a delivery from Avalon, Ms. Briefs,” Kate said nervously. She was new, after her last secretary had been killed during the war. ”Please, call me Bulma,” she said, motioning for her secretary to come closer. She did, handing the file over to the CEO once she was within reach. Bulma opened the file and began to read, motioning for Kate to take a seat opposite her. Once she sat down, Bulma looked up at her with a smile. ”Looks like we’re going to have to increase our productivity, Kate. Just had an order for twenty thousand capsule generators from the Paladins – let the men know.” Kate nodded and jumped to her feet, walking so quickly towards the door that Bulma had to call her back. ”You’ll want the file, surely?” she said, smiling broadly. Kate blushed, running back to take it. When Bulma handed it over, she held it for several seconds between their grasps. ”You don’t have to be scared, Kate – I’m not as bad as everybody says.” Words: 341 |
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