Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Experiment X ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Inter-Planetary Alliance, Zoren-Prim: It had been a long two weeks of debate after debate but at last it was over with the outcome in Chikkuyu's favor. Dr. Briefs was looking forward to getting home as soon as possible, given that he had a home to com back to. The last time he had talked with Bulma she had succeeded in growing a geranium to the size of a rhododendron bush. He hoped to Kami that he wouldn't come home to a giant terrarium.

"Um excuse me, Dr. Briefs?" Dr. Briefs turned to find a rather tall pale purple alien standing behind him. "You are Dr. Briefs, correct?"

"Why yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?" Dr. Briefs looked the man over cautiously. If there was one thing he had learned it was that everyone had an agenda of their own.

"I've heard that you're an exceptional scientist on your world and was wondering if you could give me your professional opinion on a certain object that has come into my position."

Never one to let a new alien peace of technology go un explored Dr. Briefs forgot all about his worries of home. Bulma was a big girl and a genius to boot. Besides, what could go wrong with a couple of house plants?

Chikkuyu, Capsule Corporation:

"Hey Mike, can you give me a spanner-wrench form the tool box over on counter?" Bulma waved vaguely in the opposite direction.

"And just what are you doing, may I ask?" asked Michel as he retrieved the needed tool.

"What does it look like dumb ass? Attaching a new sensor to this glass pain and calking all the joints."

"I can see that. I was wondering why you were hanging or the sealing when there is a ladder right here."

"Yes but this is more fun," countered Bulma as she swung back and forth.

"As you wish. I was just coming to tell you that your father just called to say that he was taking a short side trip with a new acquaintance of his to take a look at some sort of `device' that was uncovered on Teile-say. He should be back on Thursday."

"Well I'm happy for him. He needs to do something for himself sometime. Mom and I can do just fine while he takes a little time off."

"I think he needs to do a little more for himself. Kami only knows how taxing that Alliance meeting was for him," commented Mike as he headed for the exit.

"Hey Mike! Before you leave I wonted to go over some ideas and theories with you." Bulma started to fumble around with the ropes in an attempt to undo a knot. "I'll be down just as soon as - OH SHIT!" Bulma suddenly dropped from mikes view as she free fell into a pile of boxes and other paraphernalia that had previously been packing materials in which her newest plants had arrived in. Fearing the worst, Mike ran around the enclosure only to be met by flailing arms and legs sticking out of a box full of Styrofoam peanuts. Not being able to contain himself, Mike doubled over with laughter.

"Michel Corvin! Are you laughing at me?!" the indignant shriek of a pissed off Bulma Briefs echoed from inside the box. "When ... I... get my hands... on ... you...." Bulma continued to struggle against her fluffy captors with little success. Finally she gave up and yelled at her assistant to, "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!" to which he replied by tipping the box over, spilling it's cargo out onto the lab floor.

"Hey, didn't you-" Mike was cut off by a swift kick to the shins.

"Don't even say a word!" commanded Bulma as she picked herself up off the floor.

"I was only going to say that I thought you told that new guy to move all this stuff this morning. Sheesh! You don't have to be so violent." He sent her a hurt glair as he rubbed his sore shin.

"Sorry, I just thought you were going to gloat and yeas I did tell Steve to move all this crap. Remind me to give him a raise." Bulma rubbed her elbow irritably

"You OK?"

"Besides having packing peanuts where they don't belong and the world's biggest paper cut, then ya. It was actually kind of fun."

"Fun though it may be, please try to control yourself and refrain from making this a regular occurrence."

"I'm touched by your concern Mike. I didn't know you cared."

"Oh, I'm not worried about you; you're built like a tank. This place is a mess though." Mike ducked just in time as terracotta pot went sailing over his head, smashing into the far wall. Bulma's frantic search for more objects to hurl at her assistant's head was interrupted by her mother carrying a plate of edibles. Michel took the opportunity to remove himself from the line of fire and offer his assistants to Mrs. Briefs.

"Coward!" muttered Bulma under her breath, shooting him a glair that promised a slow death by gruesome torture.

"What was that dear?" asked Mrs. Briefs, fully aware that she had interrupted a little tiff. Many a foolish person regarded only her outward beauty and cheerful airiness, overlooking the sharp mind of a wife and mother.

"Nothing mother, just muttering to myself. What brings you down here?" Bulma asked, grabbing a scone Mike was reaching for, taking a big bite.

"Well you didn't come up for lunch and I guessed that you must be busy so I brought you something to eat. You're just like your father. Always forgetting to eat or even sleep when you're working on a project. Well I'll leave you two to your work. I have cookies to bake!" Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly at her daughter before puttering out of the room.

"Ok," sighed Michel as her sank into a chare, "what exactly did you want to discuss."

"Oh! Right. Well I was thinking that it would be cool to create a few hybrids to test my new growth hormone on. We could us my newly grown giant pitcher plant as a base and build from there."

"How do you even know that, that monstrosity in there will be a suitable base for such an experiment?" questioned Michel apprehensively. There was no way he was going to do a whole butt-load of work if the experiment wasn't going to work in the first place.

"So far with all the species I've experimented on, this specific species of plant, so far, is the only one to accept foreign tissue and integrate it into the treated cite."

"So what are we waiting for? It sounds like you've got this all planed out."

"Well I really don't want to do anything until the botany specialist I just hired gets here. No use doing things twice."

"Who'd you hire?"

"Her name is Chi Kuro, she's Japanese but has been living in the Columbian rainforest for the past eleven years when her father moved there to head up some `secret project'. Evidently she's tired of the place and wants a change of scenery for a little while before she takes over for her father. She should be here tonight."

"Well, until she gets here I have other things I can be doing and you can water that monstrosity you've made." Michel gathered a few documents and capsules together and headed to quiet of his office. Kami, a few minutes in the presence of the rambunctious blue haired beauty and he was already ready another vacation.