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    “Oh, so you’re a smart little scientist is that it? Cool.” She commented, and felt the need to stretch out her arms, muscles flexing with the motion that had definitely been used recently with how defined they were under the skin-tight clothes. Her tail flicked as she heard the surprise in the other’s voice, and looked back at it with slight confusion, before she smiled and folded her arms. “This?? Yeah, well I wasn’t always…” Cheelai looked at her, wondering if she could relate to this next bit. “So, I’m sure you heard of how strong Broly is, right? I felt bad that he wasn’t getting as much training as he would get whenever your friend Goku would come over, every once in a while. I decided to change myself, if only to give him a hand, and made a wish on the Dragon Balls to turn me into a Saiyan… I’m just thankful that my good looks remained, let’s be honest! And that I didn’t become too much of a big brute!” She joked about it, but was actually quite pleased with that fact, for such a crazy wish as that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. “I’m still learning how to be like your kind, but eh… It’s not that bad. Gotta say those urges to fight someone else is a very real thing, and I don’t know how the guy dealt with it all this time.” | @bullheadcd​ |

"Wow...” Bulla listened in awe to something she had never even imagined was possible. Sometimes, she wished that she could study Shenron the way her mother had the androids...but that was probably a bit too much to ask of the dragon. The girl returned her attention to the present, her eyes fixed on the swinging of Cheelai’s tail.

“Well, that’s true enough. Imagine what it was like for me in school...once a boy interrupted my presentation and called me a rude name. It took everything in me not to throw a blast of ki!” She smirked. “Well, alright...maybe not that bad, but bloodlust is a strange thing to feel when you’re raised on Earth.” 

She paused, “Wow...all of that for Broly. You must really care about him, huh?”

Cheelai frowned again, not liking the idea of even more company than what they had all been used to, but she wasn’t about to just turn away someone who clearly was here trying to help. Sighs, and turns around as she waved her to come inside the cave. “Fine, whatever. You might want to get in here then, before the dust storm blows by.” They had been running low on the supplies Goku gave them from all that time ago, and she guessed she could stomach taking more from the same people.   “What exactly are those capsules? I mean, how do they work? Or do you even know…” She was just asking random questions at this point, to fill up the silence that overtook as they entered the lonely capsule home. “Oh, by the way, Broly and Lemo went off for a few days to scout out the planet. So, we have this place to ourselves for a bit.” She took off her cloak, and hung it on the rack by the door, and her fluffy tail was revealed as it jutted out from the back of her skin-tight purple attire. The armor piece across her chest did little to leave for the imagination, but she couldn’t care less, as it did provide some protection against falling or even some blaster shots. “Make yourself at home, I guess.” | @bullheadcd |

“Well, my mother designed them, but I’ve helped to build a few.” Bulla answered with an undeniable note of pride in her tone. All the while, her eyes hungrily scanned the surroundings, but she was finding little of interest Such a lonely, empty place. No wonder that Broly had such a tough time. But now...

“Oh, I see. Well...I suppose it’s just the two of us for now.” Bulla nodded, setting down her things and unzipping her flight suit. Beneath it was a simple enough t-shirt and leggings, something that would certainly suffice now that they stood outside the worst of the winds.

“Wow, this is an older model! I should have brought one of the newer ones, but I knew you guys had some housing capsules already...next time then.” She aimed a smile Cheelai’s way. “Well, I hope that I didn’t inter.....wait.” In a moment almost embarrassingly reminiscent of Goku’s demeanor, her eyes widened in shock. “You...have a tail?! N-no one told me that you’re a Saiyan?!”

Cheelai’s expression widened when it hit her that this was indeed who she was saying she was, and the flash of that golden look only proved it to be true. She lowered the blaster, holstered it, and rested her hands on her hips with a look of confusion replacing that surprise. “Okay, I believe you! But just what are you even doing here?? You here to fight Broly, too?” She rolled her eyes, and then turned to the side as her arms moved to fold across her chest with the cloak still concealing enough. “Ugh. Well, you might have to get in line for that. Goku sometimes comes here, and he’s a handful, but I’m sure you already know that huh.” The mere thought that there was another Saiyan out there, who probably is just as strong as the one she was living with, was seriously great to think about. “Didn’t even know Vegeta had a daughter…” She muttered, and tossed another glance her way, looking at that messy bob cut style, trying to frown over all of this newness going on here. “Just to let you know… We don’t get many other visitors. Those visits are for a few days, and they don’t last too long, with Goku.” | @bullheadcd​ |

Bulla’s suspicions were confirmed, at least partly, by the woman’s protectiveness. Many must have sought to use Broly, just as his own father had for so many years, and now Cheelai was working hard to make sure that such a thing never happened again. She smiled softly, powering down to her base form once more.

“I understand, I came here out of curiosity more than anything. And...well, I wanted to bring more supplies for you guys. Goku gave you some of these, right?” She asked, pulling a capsule from her belt and waggling it between her fingers. “Do you mind if I stay for a few days? I promise that I won’t be a bother.”

Cheelai didn’t let up her aim on the other, not until she moved in closer and heard her say the name and of who she is the daughter of. Then those arms lowered and she eased up slightly, but still wary of the other, because she didn’t know of her intentions. Shrugs a shoulder up, deciding to voice her questions instead of keeping them in. “Hm… Vegeta’s kid?? What the hell are you doing way out here for??? Is the Earth in trouble? Frieza, again?”

She couldn’t imagine what other awfulness that the tyrant would want to descend upon the people and warriors on that planet. But with him it was always something to do with that one Saiyan there, who always rattled him to the core, Goku. She sighed, wondering if this was a call to get Broly in on this action, and if she was going to have to step into this mess as well, the mental preparation that was going to take was already giving her a slight headache.

Then she remembered the company in front of her, and forgot that this was Vegeta’s daughter standing here. Or so she claimed. Even though she knew it was going to prove useless, her instinct to raise the blaster back up as she moved in closer was there, and she passed it firmly to the girl’s front part of her attire. “Alright, well. I don’t know if I can just go believing you with your word alone, Bulla…” Sarcasm in her tone as she said her name with the roll of her tongue.

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She watched as the other seemed to visibly struggle with whether or not to trust her. Bulla supposed that she could understand, as not many people knew of their location and plenty of people would want to make use of Broly if they did. With a nod, the Saiyan put her hands to the sides of her helmet, firmly pulling it off and tucking it under one arm. Blue eyes stared back at Cheelai, from beneath a (now messy) blue bob cut. There wasn’t much resemblance between her and her father (something her mother claimed to be quite grateful for...) and so the girl had an idea.

She set her helmet down in the dirt, and quickly put some distance between them. Clenching her fists closed, the young woman gave a yell, and immediately her power skyrocketed past anything a normal human was capable of. A flash of light engulfed them both, sudden and fast-fading, and left Bulla in a state that even Cheelai should have recognized: Super Saiyan.

“There are only so many of us left...think you can believe me now?” And there was the resemblance to Vegeta, in the cocksure smirk at her lips.

The planet had been harsh, always too harsh for the years and years after Cheelai and Lemo decided to stay there with Broly, who hadn’t deserved to be here in the first place. Though, she didn’t complain too much, since every once in a while she did manage to convince the Saiyan to go off on other planets; A girl needed a break every so often, civilization. With every day that passed, Cheelai found herself watching the Saiyan fight with the other that’d come from time to time, Goku, and she felt somewhat annoyed with how he’d sometimes go a little overboard with their sessions. So, she sought out a way to help him herself, and also gave herself some benefits from it; massive benefits. The great dragon granted her the means to be combative, and sturdy enough to go toe-to-toe with him, and Goku, if she wanted. The power of the Saiyans was given, and she was able to now sense that someone else was on the planet now. Cheelai grabbed her blaster, not even really needing it, but loved the feel of metal in her palms, and set out to the entrance of the cave. She walked out pointing it directly at the other, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, as she wondered if this person was from people she didn’t want to tangle with. “Stay right where you are!” She barked out, her fashionable cloak concealing much from the dust that would pile up in this area every once in awhile, all the time giving this woman such a stare down. “What do you want??” | @bullheadcd​ |

Bulla hadn’t expected to find them so easily, but she also hadn’t expected to be greeted with this much hostility. Quickly, she raised her hands in the air to signal her lack of intention to do harm. Her face was concealed by her flight helmet, but her body remained in a relaxed position. She had only the voice to judge the other by, but she had to assume that this was the woman known as...

“Cheelai, right? Don’t shoot, I’m a friend of Goku’s.” She kept her voice calm, not exactly threatened by the blaster aimed at her. Still, she knew that a much more fearsome power resided here, one who would certainly be on Cheelai’s side before her own. “Bulla Briefs...daughter of Vegeta.”

Everything about the girl clashed with the harshness of the world she soon stepped into. The soft pink hues of her flight suit sat oddly against the stark oranges and browns of the surrounding rocky plains. She scanned them wordlessly, looking to spot any of the three lifeforms she knew to live here. She hoped not to learn of a fourth.

“Hello?” Bulla called out, slowly making her way towards the gaping entrance of the nearest cave. Goku had told her that the trio had settled in an impressive cavern...but there weren’t exactly any landmarks to guide her in the right direction. 

    “…….” Stands, and folds his arms tightly across his chest, just glaring at her. Though, he wasn’t honestly mad at her, but of the entire ordeal. No one?! Seriously?!?! “…..Hmph…..” Looks away again, nose pointing up as though he were disgusted by everything around him. “I will train you, then.” | @bullheadcd​ |

     “W---” She had to keep her composure, for this was a       huge honor, and to be offered by a God?! “....WHA...?”

She took a few deep breaths, her mind still processing his words as her stomach twisted in knots. It was scary, admittedly, to be thrust into the possibility of training with such a fearsome mentor. Yet deep under the nerves and the doubt, there was...a spark of pride?

     “Lord Beerus, I....I don’t know what to say. I’d be honored, but...       I’m not sure that I’ll be up to your expectations. A-and, I...I’m in       school now...”

    “…Nonsense…” His eyes snapped to look at her face, seeing the trouble that was there, and something about that angered him. Flicks the food right out of his hand, letting it land sloppily on the ground, and leans forward in his seat. “Vegeta is an idiot if he doesn’t see it. I am a God, and I see potential when I see it. The fact that he hasn’t even asked you, yet…… astounds me.” | @bullheadcd​ |

     “Do you....do you really think so?!”

The surprise was clear on her face, and she could feel her pulse beating hard against her chest. Bulla had never realized just how much she had doubted her abilities, how strong that despair had grown over the years until she had given up entirely on the idea of being a warrior like her father, brother, or friend. Yet here was a God showing confidence in her.

     “Lord Beerus...thank you, but....I don’t know. I’ve never       even trained before...I’m so behind everyone.”

Beerus felt like being lazy again, and leaned heavily back in his chair, admiring the night sky above as he chewed on the end of his meal. He knew there was some wonderful fighting prowess in all of these Saiyans, especially those of only half, but now his mind was intrigued by a new idea. 

   “Do you want to be? Pan might be of Goku’s and Gohan’s bloodline,     but you’re of their Prince’s, after all right?… Don’t you think you     have more potential?” | @bullheadcd​ |

     “I...”

     “More? I don’t....No I don’t think so!”

Yet even as she spoke the words, they rang false in her ears. What was she so afraid of? No one else was around, and it wasn’t as though it was a crime to wonder who might be stronger. She found herself clutching a hand to her chest, barely able to meet the God’s gaze.

     “I don’t know. Father’s never asked me to train, so...maybe       he doesn’t sense much power in me. It’s alright, though...”

Isn’t it?

    “……..Sweet??….” Arches his brow just a bit, trying to understand her meaning with that, and then just shrugs. “Hmm… I’ve never thought of it in that way, but I suppose it could be?” Shakes his head at her question, and looks aimlessly down at his plate of delicious treats. “He rarely did. I was training to be what I am today, and still need more of it from the look of things around here. You Saiyans are in a shape I’ve never witnessed among any mortal. You can reach lengths that even a God could take centuries to get to. I hate to admit it, but you lot are getting closer to my level with each passing day.— But it won’t ever happen, mind you.” Points a talon her way, looking a little defensive about that, but of course it was all just teasing.  | @bullheadcd​ |

     “Wow...” 

It was pretty awe-inspiring, to her, to hear a God marvel at the strength of Saiyans. For a moment, she understood what her father was always going on about (our pride as Saiyans...Trunks and I should probably stop imitating him whenever he says that, huh). 

“I guess that Goku and my father’s power is really impressive, huh? And Trunks...” She paused, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I mean, I’m not really near their level....but, I’m sure that Pan will be soon too.”

       “…A… what??” He had just finished a short workout, needing to keep this body in shape, and came upon her enjoying a snack of some sort. Looks down at the thing she was holding, a bag of said snacks, and he noticed that they were not what she was talking about.        “Um… Bulla. I don’t think that’s… fish. Yes, they’re shaped like them, but…” Black was really confused by this point, and he folded his arms tightly across his chest, giving her a look that said she must be insane. “How is that any good?” | @bullheadcd​ |

     “That’s why they’re called that, Black, jeez...they’re just cheese crackers.”

Exasperated, Bulla grabbed the bowl and held it out towards him, beckoning him to try one. She supposed that he hadn’t eaten such snacks while serving Zamasu, for they probably didn’t even exist on that destroyed wasteland. She had to wonder what he did eat, thought.

     “Go on and try one. What did Zamasu feed you, anyways?       After all, you must have the appetite of a Saiyan...right?”

    “…She would harm you, girl. You just don’t know it, yet. Do not trust her.” He was already so fed up with talking about that damn woman, and from the looks of it there seemed to be several of that woman’s feral talons sunk so deeply into the young girl’s flesh. It was already too much to hear that she was being defended by his pupil, but to this degree? He let her go on, and folded his arms with a heavy sigh.      “I am not going to stop you…” He didn’t realize that she had felt that way, but he guessed it was to be expected after all this time. “But it is wrong. I cannot believe you’re acting like this.” | @bullheadcd​ |

It was such a relief to hear those words, that angry as he was, Black would not deny her this one thing. Yet even that comfort was tainted by a dread, and by an anger. His words dripped with malice, and it both scared her and set her defenses as high as they’d ever been.

     “Wrong?”

She repeated the word, one that had stabbed her particularly deep. Did he know? (Know what, there was nothing to know). Clearly he held a hatred for Moira that she just couldn’t understand, so his warnings were taken as little more than words born of spite.

     "I...I think we’re done here. For today.           Since I’m not acting the way you’d like.”

   “Oh? I don’t know what this algebra is, but it’s good to know you’re at least studying something that sounds useful.” Bites into a piece of steak, and takes a moment to think on what she had just asked. Sets down his fork, and looks off to the side with a slight frown.      “Yes, I did. Though, I’d imagine it’s something quite different from the teachings that yours brings. I was taught the basic sort of things needed in life, as most are given that, but once they found some potential in me for something greater… I was then carted off into more intense physical studies. Whis was there… He showed me everything I know. I don’t mean to be so vague, but it’s been centuries since all of that. You’d need ten lifetimes to probably hear every detail…” | @bullheadcd​ |

     “Wow, centuries? So you...you trained under Whis that       long ago? You two must be so close, like best friends!”

Her excitement had gotten the better of her, and she almost regretted speaking at all. Usually she wasn’t this self-critical, but in the wake of the unpredictable god, she wasn’t sure at all just how comfortable she should get with speaking her mind. Then again, Goku was never in near as much trouble with Beerus as her father seemed to be, and he could be quite...careless...with the things he said.

     “I just, think it’s....sweet if so. And I mean, I’d love to hear       any stores about it. Did he go easy on you at first?”

    “I don’t mind…” Leans back in the chair he had designated only for himself, whenever visiting here on this world, and just glances over at the young one after a long moment. Rarely did he ever talk much to this one, only a few short instances where they’d lock eye contact, and that was about it. Though, he was thoroughly surprised that she actually took the initiative to bring about this interaction. Who am I kidding? She’s the spawn of Vegeta and Bulma… It was to be expected.      “…You’re up quite late. Do your scholars always intend to keep your      mind going with work, long after the scheduled time? I’m unfamiliar      with such teachings, really… Enlighten me.” | @bullheadcd |

     “Oh, well...I mean we’re required to do some schoolwork       outside of class, but I like to study as much as I can so       that I do well.”

Beerus had always been volatile in her view, and she honestly had no idea how he was going to react to her. Then again, considering that he was currently eating, she should have known that his mood would be more favorable...so long as she wasn’t incredibly rude (or somehow ruined his meal).

     “It’s sort of boring stuff though. Algebra...” She paused, finally taking a seat       at the seat beside him. “Did you have to go to school, Beerus-Sama?”

She knew that he was a friend to Goku, and...well, as for her father, Bulla had never seen him act so strangely as when Beerus-Sama was around. She couldn’t help but to be curious about this all-powerful god, especially when he looked so...well, cute. Of course she would never say that, lest she wanted the entire world to be destroyed in the God’s rage. Instead, she simply decided to approach him out on the deck, where he seemed to be enjoying a nighttime snack.

     “Um, excuse me....Beerus-Sama. I hope I’m not bothering       you. Do you mind if I sit out here to study?”

This was possibly the best feeling to experience, an entire world cracking beneath his might, and those two pesky warriors downed before him. The strength of his and Black’s combined abilities was completely unmatched, and Zamasu let out a joyous, bellowing laugh upon seeing these fighters make their attempts to get back at him. “Pitiful! I expected more of a fight from the great Son Goku! Not even the Prince is a match for me?! Oh my! What a day! This is when this foul world will finally be cleansed of it’s impurities!” Nothing can stop me! I am the all-powerful force in which the universe needs!

His rants, and all sort of internal ranting thoughts, were put on hold once his sharp ears picked up that scream from across the field of battle. It was a silence that felt far too heavy, and the halo around him seemed to glow even brighter the moment his lightened eyes caught sight of her. “You… You would dare speak to a God in such a way? A mortal cannot command me.” Yet, he didn’t do to her what he readily did to the others that fought against him, his lightning of absolution growled around the thick air, but that was all it did. | @bullheadcd​ |

She wasn’t even sure that he had heard, that he would care to hear before finishing off her father and Goku. It was a mixed blessing, a relief and a curse, to see that Zamasu had indeed stopped long enough to heed her voice. Now her heart thrummed wildly against her chest and she wondered if she had made a mistake. Either way, it was too late to turn back now, and just one glance at the struggling warriors below was enough to reignite her anger.

“Maybe not, but you are no true God. You’ve gone against the Gods at every turn, you don’t respect their divine power. Why, then, should any of us respect a monster like you?!”

She spoke with feral rage, all of her fear sliding away at once. It powered her, casting a visible aura around her form. Bulla’s gaze never turned away from the high-and-mighty one hovering in the sky. Too good to be at ground level with us mortals, she thought bitterly.