voidtreckernet | Video | Llama, Day 1

Soo… [ Hello, everyone, hopefully you’re ready to witness a train scolding by Bulma Briefs. She’s frowning pretty deeply, seemingly glaring off at something out of the frame of vision she provides, but considering the fact that she’s clearly on the train, and with a few context clues..

It’s the wall to engineering. Prepare for a scolding, ]

… Here’s a question, why is it that you can’t get one of these double rooms until you’ve been here three months, but you can’t control how long you’re even here for?

[ The pitch and volume of her voice grows as she’s speaking, the words eeking out a bit higher, a bit louder with each one she gets past her lips. Of course, her friends and family likely know where this is headed, but Bulma doesn’t think to issue a warning about her own temper or ear-splitting volume.

There’s that smile Vegeta gets before she aiming an open hand at him, the kind that says she’s trying to hold back just how loud her voice wants to get but she is absolutely, utterly, and completely about to fail -

RIP headphone users, as some may say. ]

SO HOW THE HELL IS THAT FAIR?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, JUST SIT AROUND LIKE AN AWKWARD TEENAGER FOR ANOTHER TWO MONTHS IN MY ROOM FULL OF THEM!? SPEND ALL MY POINTS TO GET SOMETHING THAT ISN’T EVEN AS GOOD AS WHAT WE CAME FROM?!

[ Look, kids, she doesn’t mind you, but she does have a husband that she’d like some more alone time with than a few stolen coffee mornings when he isn’t training. It’s almost worse than when he’s off training to have each other so close at hand but lacking every bit of privacy.

The wall to Engineering gets a kick somewhere along the way, the sound denoting some force, but not a great deal, before there’s a yip of pain as Bulma hops on one foot. ]

SON OF A-

[ Thankfully the connection drops off there, though.. It’s possible the whole train can hear her anyway. ]

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How many times had they faced off with something that threatened to kill them, if not make them space dust? Bulma's hardly fussed over it. If they hadn't succeeded so many times over, there wouldn't be a Vegeta and Bulma, much less a Trunks or Bulla, to speak of at this time.

"I don't want you getting hurt because you're being stubborn, though." She knows you, Vegeta, because you are both so alike in this exact thing. At any rate, the spider seamstress is a good option, and she hums a little in thought at that. Yes, it is an option, but of course.. it's Vegeta saying that he wouldn't mind the time together that gets her hook, line, and sinker.

"I wouldn't either." Said with a little smile, happy to hear him admit it even once.

"Okay. If that's what you want to do with your points."

"We have sensu beans, multiple healers on board, and from what I've been told it's not like people stay dead here." Not like it would be his first time in dying. It wasn't fun, but he's done it before. "As long as I have a set for when I get a chance to test out Oozaru form, then it's fine." Vegeta had been planning to count on Piccolo and Trunks for when he did so, but now having Goku here he's less concerned about something bad happening. Between he and Trunks they should easily be able to handle him, even if it's a case of removing Vegeta's tail again.

However, not a concern for right now. Not until they found a suitable stop for it. Vegeta's also tempted to give a bit of a sarcastic remark back, or pointing out he can actually pay for something for once for her, but chose neither. For as much as he may brush her away in public, or the semi-public chances they have had since coming here... he does actually miss not having time for just them. Even if just a case of being in the same space without the chance to be interrupted, she really was one of the few people he was truly comfortable with being around. When she wasn't being a brat and teasing him, that is. "It is. I'll see how to arrange a suitable time."

"Not staying dead isn't the point, Vegeta." Bulma snaps it with a certain ferocity in her voice. Of course, no one wants their husband to die, though for a woman who has actually experienced that there is a particularly visceral reaction. She didn't want him to be gone, whether it was from this place or Earth as a whole, and though their friends were here...

She'd still very much prefer to keep Vegeta around. She didn't want to be a burden on Trunks, after all.

"Okay. Hopefully, it doesn't fall in a time when we're due for a mission, huh?" She smiles lightly, as though it's a great joke when they both know she will be very irritated if it does. "Or at least hope they let us reschedule."

It was still an on going process for Vegeta to accept that others, even his wife, cared enough about him to say something like that; to worry about him being hurt as a result of a fight, like when they went to help Trunks; or insisting on being there as they had assumed they were to fight Freeza. This was one of those times where his brow creases in confusion, not quite understanding why it was an issue if there was no real consequences to dying here, before letting his expression settle back again.

Her point about the missions was a good one, also... "I had been wanting to start some serious training, or as much as I can in the train." That may have something to do with a certain someone showing up...

"I expected that, with Goku showing up." But her eyes roll anyways, expected but annoyed about the fact that she will have even less time with Vegeta, she thinks, moving forward. Of course, if they got one of those double bed rooms eventually there would be more time.. but that's still a sore subject at this point in time.

"Just don't blow the place up getting carried away. I'd leave that to you two idiots."

"Don't compare my intelligence to his!" Serious Bulma, that's mean. It may have some merit in it regrading how often Vegeta used to destroy the Gravity Room, but he's gotten better with it over the years. He was also well aware of their current confinement. "I'm well aware to wait for a suitable stop, as always." He alone was still waiting for that for a chance to let loose with Blue form. The Demon world would had been perfect, if it hadn't been for that damn energy draining they did.

"You better not just nag my ears off when we do get this room." Even if this was pretty normal for them and both were well used to how each other was by now.

"Sometimes you're just as bad. And you have a habit of getting carried away where Goku is concerned." Perhaps not as brainless, though if you got Vegeta too involved in a fight it was basically the same so far as she could tell. At any rate... she knows how you get when it comes to Goku, Vegeta.

Especially when it comes to showing off.

"Oh stop it. You're the one whining about not having enough time to yourself either!"

Ah, yes. Back to the usual bickering in a mili-second.

That watered down glare as well as the tone of that indignation of her daring to compare him to Goku stayed, despite his next question. "Is your foot ok now?" Still checking on her despite this all.

"If so I'll leave you to continue your ranting to the train, or whatever else you are planning to do here." He of course will have a session with someone planned in the training gym. Most likely Goku, but maybe Trunks or Cassie as well.

"I guess. It's a little sore.." But in the end it wouldn't hamper her from walking around the train or continuing in her ranting. She's more sturdy than being able to break herself by kicking the train wall, she thinks.

Anyway... "Go do your training, Vegeta. I won't manage to hurt myself too badly in the mean time."

"Just stick to yelling at the train, we both know you're incapable of straining your voice." A bit of a smirk her way, but in a easy teasing way, knowing she was both well aware of how loud she could be, and knew he didn't actually mean it as an insult.

"I'll see you at lunch." While a statement, it's also a question towards her. Sure he may be training a lot while here (as if that was any different), and would be even more so with Goku now around, but they still had time for them.

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