Post by Bulma on Jan 11, 2024 22:15:04 GMT -5
Were you referred?: Alex technically by email in 2021.
Discord Name: Moonbunnyz
Starting Character: Bulma Briefs - Amazing Tech Bunny Extraordinaire
Starting Planet: Earth.
Character Race: Human
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8,000 points) (Customs = 7,000 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique:
1. Beginner's Aura
2. Mouth Blast
3. Eye Beam
4. One Finger Blast
5. Boar Attack
6. Bukujutsu
Item gained from being a new member who will only belong to Bulma feels and memes - Superior Ticket.
Starting Fighting Style: n/a
Starting Stat Bonus: (Aliens & Changelings Only) n/a
Character Bio: (A simple 100-300 word background of your character up to the present)
Dawn began to rise across West City. Inch by inch the sun caressed the city as it began to awaken for the new day. Various shades of orange, pink, and yellow filtered throughout the tall buildings. This was the best time for troublesome paparazzi to try to sneak into Capsule Corps.
"Stan! Watch where you are throwing that thing around." A tall red head groaned at her colleague Stan who was packing a large portable camera through the bushes and by the East fence, "Capsule Corps has droids that patrol now.. we have to be careful."
The man stood a solid 6 feet 5 inches.. towering over the short but intimidating red head. Stan let out an annoyed sigh and nod. He began to use a small portable laser from a dino cap to cut the wire that kept the unwanted out. The woman placed her hands on her hips and loomed over him like a dark shadow. With little resistance the metal melted beneath the laser and he was able to pry the fence apart just enough for the two hooligans to slip through.
Meanwhile in Bulma's bedroom.
ALERT ALERT ALERT. East Wall has been breached.
"UGGGGGH not agaaaaaain." She groaned while moving her hand clumsily around the nightstand to silence the alarm. Once she felt her fingers on the slender metal case, she tossed it against the wall to shatter it. Bulma knew that any real threats would just fly over the fence and come directly for her, and she would be ready. Slowly she placed her dainty feet upon the plush hot pink rug. Bulma had never been a fan of roughing it or of the cold. She wiggled her toes with great satisfaction as the fluffy strands mingled with her toes while digging in her nightstand drawer for a few dino caps of her own.
Smack. Thud. Poof. The room filled with pink smoke. The Princess could not be bothered to apply her own make up. Why would she? She had invented cosmo dino caps and she had more important things to do. Once the smoke cleared a yawning and yet ready for the day Bulma appeared.
"Oh that is Right." Her focus shifted to the intruders who thought they were encroaching her space. With rolled eyes she grabbed the rest of her dino caps. She intended on making them cry. Bulma was now in her 30s and spent most of her time in the lab. Her break up with Yamcha has done a number on her aspiration for a long term relationship. There was nothing a man could do for her that she could not do for herself. With a hair flip, she was off. She had recently turned down a proposal from one of the other rich families in West City. Her mother kept dropping hints that she was not getting any younger. Bulma was ready to embrace her inner hag if it meant she could continue to do her own research. She had even taken to training herself in one of the chambers. She was tired of Goku dying and leaving her behind to protect Earth. Selfish man. She sneered at her thoughts.
Beep, beep, boop. Her telecom watch alerted her to the vicinity of the uninvited guests. If she kept walking she would eventually run into them. With a tilted head and her hands in her white lab coat she narrowed her eyes as she approached them. Aqua tresses curiously dancing in the wind. Of course they had their cameras on. Word on the news streets was that Bulma had become violent in her old age. She attributed it to the world constantly getting attacked. These fools were lucky they were dealing with her instead of Chichi.
“Trespassing carries quite a fine in West City,” Bulma managed to get out with a professional tone that hid her annoyance. But her facial features always betrayed her.
“We understand Ms. Briefs.. but you have not returned our phone calls for a interview. We just want to know what West City's most valuable Heiress is up to these days!” The reporter took this opportunity to pry into Bulma's extremely private life and inched closer.
Ballsy. Bulma was like a tiger in a cage these days. Waiting to sink her claws into some meat. She could smell the perfume on this woman. Cheap. Bulma took out a small golden container. Instantly the uninvited stepped back. This brought Bulma much amusement. She took out a cigarette and lit it while keeping eye contact. She took a long drag on the slender stick before exhaling in their direction.
“Why saving the world.” Bulma fluttered her long lashes at the camera man and pressed her breasts together nonchalantly, “From pests like you.”
She was close enough to touch both of them since the reporter had inched closer. With ease and speed – she burned their flesh with the end of her cigarette. The smell would burn into her mind. She remembered smelling burnt flesh when she had been on Namek. Oh memories. Their screams brought a strange satisfaction to her. She would explore and record this in her experiment notes later.
“I suggest you leave my property before I bring out my play toys. And they're not sex toys this time.” She grinned, beaming from ear to ear.
With wide eyes and wet pants both began to retreat. Bulma stared them down the entire way. Her eyes damning their souls for daring to enter her space.
“I guess everyone will just have to find out who I am on the 6'OClock news tonight.” She snickered and walked away.
Meanwhile at 6'OClock -
PSA – do not enter Capsule Corps without expressed permission and written evidence that you have permission to enter the facility or property from Bulma Briefs. Trespassers will suffer physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially.
The light dimmed and then returned to focus on the red head who sat behind a large circular table.
“Good evening. We brought you the story that the Heiress Bulma Briefs had turned down a proposal from the Red Ribbon Army... If you recall both the Red Ribbon Army and Capsule Corps had been involved in medical tech and pharmacology. It would have been an incredible merger for science. So how did we get here?”
The woman shuffled a bit in her seat. Her discomfort obvious as she knew Bulma or someone Bulma knew would be watching.
“Born into the Briefs Family. Bulma Briefs was Dr. Brief's pride and joy. She inherited her father's genius and has since excelled in the fields of nanotech, medical technology, cyber tech, and is currently giving the Red Ribbon a run for their money. She has had suiters but once went on a quest to find the perfect boyfriend. That quest ended with her dating Yamcha.. who cheated on her.” A nervous laugh escaped from the woman as she reflected on her own tinder date failures, “If the richest woman in the world can get cheated on.. I guess there really is no hope.”
Bulma's eye twitched in annoyance as she watched the news. She had hoped that the woman would go on about how evil she was and to avoid Capsule Corps so that the middle aged woman could have a middle aged crisis in her lab without being bother.
"Unit 23" She muttered.
"Yes Ma'am." The droid replied.
"Find me a dead rat outside. We need to stop by the post office and mail a package to the news station."
"On it. I will personally deliver it" The droid reported as he stood up and disappeared to find the ugliest most plague ridden rat that he could find.
"Saving the world. One pest at a time." Bulma returned to her work. There would be time to torture people soon enough.
Character Picture: (Link is preferred)
Sample RP: Goku told me that I could skip this. I used to know how to write.
Discord Name: Moonbunnyz
Starting Character: Bulma Briefs - Amazing Tech Bunny Extraordinaire
Starting Planet: Earth.
Character Race: Human
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8,000 points) (Customs = 7,000 points)
- Strength: 1,000
- Speed: 2,200 (Because short girls are speedy and stab).
- Toughness: 1,600
- Stamina: 1,600
- Vitality: 1,600
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 1
- Charisma: 2 (Should be 1.2 Million).
- Intelligence: 2 (Should be 1 Trillion, Truly).
Starting Technique:
1. Beginner's Aura
2. Mouth Blast
3. Eye Beam
4. One Finger Blast
5. Boar Attack
6. Bukujutsu
Item gained from being a new member who will only belong to Bulma feels and memes - Superior Ticket.
Character Bio: (A simple 100-300 word background of your character up to the present)
Dawn began to rise across West City. Inch by inch the sun caressed the city as it began to awaken for the new day. Various shades of orange, pink, and yellow filtered throughout the tall buildings. This was the best time for troublesome paparazzi to try to sneak into Capsule Corps.
"Stan! Watch where you are throwing that thing around." A tall red head groaned at her colleague Stan who was packing a large portable camera through the bushes and by the East fence, "Capsule Corps has droids that patrol now.. we have to be careful."
The man stood a solid 6 feet 5 inches.. towering over the short but intimidating red head. Stan let out an annoyed sigh and nod. He began to use a small portable laser from a dino cap to cut the wire that kept the unwanted out. The woman placed her hands on her hips and loomed over him like a dark shadow. With little resistance the metal melted beneath the laser and he was able to pry the fence apart just enough for the two hooligans to slip through.
Meanwhile in Bulma's bedroom.
ALERT ALERT ALERT. East Wall has been breached.
"UGGGGGH not agaaaaaain." She groaned while moving her hand clumsily around the nightstand to silence the alarm. Once she felt her fingers on the slender metal case, she tossed it against the wall to shatter it. Bulma knew that any real threats would just fly over the fence and come directly for her, and she would be ready. Slowly she placed her dainty feet upon the plush hot pink rug. Bulma had never been a fan of roughing it or of the cold. She wiggled her toes with great satisfaction as the fluffy strands mingled with her toes while digging in her nightstand drawer for a few dino caps of her own.
Smack. Thud. Poof. The room filled with pink smoke. The Princess could not be bothered to apply her own make up. Why would she? She had invented cosmo dino caps and she had more important things to do. Once the smoke cleared a yawning and yet ready for the day Bulma appeared.
"Oh that is Right." Her focus shifted to the intruders who thought they were encroaching her space. With rolled eyes she grabbed the rest of her dino caps. She intended on making them cry. Bulma was now in her 30s and spent most of her time in the lab. Her break up with Yamcha has done a number on her aspiration for a long term relationship. There was nothing a man could do for her that she could not do for herself. With a hair flip, she was off. She had recently turned down a proposal from one of the other rich families in West City. Her mother kept dropping hints that she was not getting any younger. Bulma was ready to embrace her inner hag if it meant she could continue to do her own research. She had even taken to training herself in one of the chambers. She was tired of Goku dying and leaving her behind to protect Earth. Selfish man. She sneered at her thoughts.
Beep, beep, boop. Her telecom watch alerted her to the vicinity of the uninvited guests. If she kept walking she would eventually run into them. With a tilted head and her hands in her white lab coat she narrowed her eyes as she approached them. Aqua tresses curiously dancing in the wind. Of course they had their cameras on. Word on the news streets was that Bulma had become violent in her old age. She attributed it to the world constantly getting attacked. These fools were lucky they were dealing with her instead of Chichi.
“Trespassing carries quite a fine in West City,” Bulma managed to get out with a professional tone that hid her annoyance. But her facial features always betrayed her.
“We understand Ms. Briefs.. but you have not returned our phone calls for a interview. We just want to know what West City's most valuable Heiress is up to these days!” The reporter took this opportunity to pry into Bulma's extremely private life and inched closer.
Ballsy. Bulma was like a tiger in a cage these days. Waiting to sink her claws into some meat. She could smell the perfume on this woman. Cheap. Bulma took out a small golden container. Instantly the uninvited stepped back. This brought Bulma much amusement. She took out a cigarette and lit it while keeping eye contact. She took a long drag on the slender stick before exhaling in their direction.
“Why saving the world.” Bulma fluttered her long lashes at the camera man and pressed her breasts together nonchalantly, “From pests like you.”
She was close enough to touch both of them since the reporter had inched closer. With ease and speed – she burned their flesh with the end of her cigarette. The smell would burn into her mind. She remembered smelling burnt flesh when she had been on Namek. Oh memories. Their screams brought a strange satisfaction to her. She would explore and record this in her experiment notes later.
“I suggest you leave my property before I bring out my play toys. And they're not sex toys this time.” She grinned, beaming from ear to ear.
With wide eyes and wet pants both began to retreat. Bulma stared them down the entire way. Her eyes damning their souls for daring to enter her space.
“I guess everyone will just have to find out who I am on the 6'OClock news tonight.” She snickered and walked away.
Meanwhile at 6'OClock -
PSA – do not enter Capsule Corps without expressed permission and written evidence that you have permission to enter the facility or property from Bulma Briefs. Trespassers will suffer physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially.
The light dimmed and then returned to focus on the red head who sat behind a large circular table.
“Good evening. We brought you the story that the Heiress Bulma Briefs had turned down a proposal from the Red Ribbon Army... If you recall both the Red Ribbon Army and Capsule Corps had been involved in medical tech and pharmacology. It would have been an incredible merger for science. So how did we get here?”
The woman shuffled a bit in her seat. Her discomfort obvious as she knew Bulma or someone Bulma knew would be watching.
“Born into the Briefs Family. Bulma Briefs was Dr. Brief's pride and joy. She inherited her father's genius and has since excelled in the fields of nanotech, medical technology, cyber tech, and is currently giving the Red Ribbon a run for their money. She has had suiters but once went on a quest to find the perfect boyfriend. That quest ended with her dating Yamcha.. who cheated on her.” A nervous laugh escaped from the woman as she reflected on her own tinder date failures, “If the richest woman in the world can get cheated on.. I guess there really is no hope.”
Bulma's eye twitched in annoyance as she watched the news. She had hoped that the woman would go on about how evil she was and to avoid Capsule Corps so that the middle aged woman could have a middle aged crisis in her lab without being bother.
"Unit 23" She muttered.
"Yes Ma'am." The droid replied.
"Find me a dead rat outside. We need to stop by the post office and mail a package to the news station."
"On it. I will personally deliver it" The droid reported as he stood up and disappeared to find the ugliest most plague ridden rat that he could find.
"Saving the world. One pest at a time." Bulma returned to her work. There would be time to torture people soon enough.
Character Picture: (Link is preferred)
Sample RP: Goku told me that I could skip this. I used to know how to write.
