INTERGALACTIC

“I couldn’t. The Galactic Patrol is my family. My father was a member, and he inspired me so much... you understand, right?

name:  Meredith nickname: Capo, Burner zodiac sign: Pisces height: 5′0′’ orientation: Lol, idk ethnicity: White as snow favourite fruit: Apples favourite season: Summer favourite book: You Might Be a Zombie and Other Bad News favourite flower: No favourite scent: Onions favourite animal: All of them coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Cocoa average hours of sleep: I dunno cats or dogs?: Both favourite fictional character:  Right now? Aporia and his three parts. when was your blog created?: I dunno, not too long ago? what do you post about?: [Vinny Voice] RP do you get asks on a regular basis?: God, I wish I did aesthetic: I dunno? Space? Space is cool favourite band/artist?: ZUN always makes the good songs fictional characters I’d date: Too many to list, let me be honest Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff countries I’ve lived in: US, Egypt favourite fandom: DBZ seems p chill, can’t say I have a fav though languages you speak: English favourite film of 2017: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.2 shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here: Matchless Warrior, Rasputin, Suwa Foughten Field (dBu) last thing you bought online: U h m? I dunno? who would you take a bullet for? A family member, probably.

Unfortunately, her guard had been dropped once she was the scene… Oona takes a hit to the shoulder before Trunks manages to deflect the rest of the blasts. Was certainly enough to hurt, but she’d be fine…

“Trunks, we need to get her someplace less public. We can figure out what to do from there.”

She was definitely worried… after all, this was someone her partner cared deeply about, so it was someone she cared about. But they also couldn’t risk her injuring other patrollers, or, heaven forbid, civilians.

@galactixcop

“Ah..ah...”

Her limbs snapped over and over, as if trying to break herself apart just so she could continue her mission. That arm wasn’t going to work was it? But the other was trapped as well. For the moment, it seemed that she had been metaphorically disarmed...

Ah...Ah... this presented a new opportunity, didn’t it? Move somewhere private, exterminate the targets away from the innocents. They would... yes... their guards would be down, right?

But her breathing was ragged now, ah. Why was that? She had nothing to say, she could only stare at Oona, a sense of malicious intent hidden beneath otherwise glazed eyes.

“M o m.”

His self reflection over the state of his hands had only occurred because Trunks had thought himself to be alone. He wasn’t a fan of public self-deprecation, least of all in front of Keki– so he was startled, to say the least, when the focus of his distaste was suddenly held by another. By her of all people.

Trunks flushed at her words, knowing full well that she had an ulterior motive in her statement. It wasn’t one that he really judged her on, since it made sense; being partially robotic had to be something near and dear to her heart. And he didn’t judge her over it! … just… himself.

A false smile was immediately plastered over his lips as he looked at her. “Well of course you’re obligated to say that,” Trunks teased her lightly. “You’re the one sleeping with me.” As he spoke he allowed for his fingers to entwine with her own.

“Well what would I get from lying to you about something this important, hm?” Even though she smiled back, her tone wasn’t as teasing and light hearted as his. 

This was a big change for him, and since he had come from a time where people who were mostly machine (like her) had caused so much pain and suffering for him. It was like he was becoming what he hated. She was lucky, that was something she didn’t have to go through.

But what could she do to comfort him?

“See? It looks like your body is getting used to them already. Whomever made these for you did a good job.”

Maybe just an offer to help in some capacity?

In response his rolled his eyes while one hand reached up to run through his lavender locks. Yes, it was a mess, but it wasn’t really a surprise to him. Trunks had been planning on taking a shower but after Keki, giving her a chance to use all the hot water she wanted. Running out was a frequent occurrence Conton considering both the number of citizens and the fact that it hadn’t really been built with the idea of serving as an actual city.

He was far from a great cook, but Trunks had no issues whipping up something as simple as bacon and eggs. 

What they had done… God, that was a juvenile way to think about it, wasn’t it? They had slept together; they had sex. And it wasn’t Trunks’ first time but he was hardly any sort of experienced Casanova. 

… and there was a reason for that. His position in the Time Patrol meant that forming close relationships could easily turn sour on him. If he became too distracted to perform his job…

It hadn’t taken her long to clean herself - conserving water was a fundamental skill everyone on her planet had learned. In fact, most of her time had been spent simply thinking about what had happened to them last night.

Usually for her people, she would have simply been much older than this before being in a relationship like this. She didn’t really regret what happened, but she couldn’t help but worry what her family might think if (or hopefully when)she bring shim to visit. Would they berate her for moving too fast?

No, it wasn’t the time to worry about this; what’s done is done. The sound of water turning off and the sound of her mechanical feet against the floor was the only real clue she had finished, before her voice was in the same room as him speaking through a smile.

“It smells good, you know. Ah, what’s the saying, breakfast is the most important meal of the day?”

He hummed a small noise of acknowledgement as he nodded. “Slasher is any film where, mmm, I guess you could say it’s just about a killer who’s killing people? It normally focuses on a handful of people with only one or two surviving in the end. It’s pretty much with teens or young adults as the victims or targets too.” Keki hadn’t exactly asked for an explanation, but he didn’t mind offering one up either.

A beat, and he blinked as he looked over at who. “The motive hit… close to home?” That… well he knew what those words would mean, what they were implying, but was that… really what she was implying?

The worry he felt was enough to distract him from responding momentarily. “Oh… Um, yeah. Dinner but… wait, what do you mean it hits close to home?”

Oh! Did she worry him? Maybe her phrasing had been a little weird, and her face practically fell at the realization. An explanation would probably be best... Still, it was a bit more nerve-wrecking describing this to someone like him even though she had practiced it on him as well.

“Well, when I go to arrest people I usually try to listen to their motives before doing anything else. Sometimes, people do bad things for good reason... it’s just that, well, revenge is usually a popular reason with the murderers I’ve arrested... if that makes sense.”

A small sigh, knowing that letting that slip brought down the mood. But, it would have come up sooner or later, right? About her practices, at least?

“I mean, I still arrest them and all, but if the crime is small enough and the reason good enough I’ll let them off with a warning or just a small fine or the like.”

"Lies and slander."

Whatever was going on had to be serious, if Trunks was calling her like this. No explanation, no heads-up about what she’d face, just a location… it was definitely bugging her. She arrives a moment after her confirmation, clearly ready for battle… only to find Trunks holding what appeared to be… an android?

“Trunks…? What’s going on here?”

She remembered him mentioning a woman he was dating… and the way he was holding her… 

Oh.

A new voice, a new voice. Her head turned towards the voice with a small creaking noise, eyes blankly staring at the Majin and scanning. Ah, this was that hero, that hero hero hero her o....

Her teeth grit, grinding together as that feeling started to bubble again. This was one she was to punish. A criminal, of the highest degree. Worse so that she was hailed as a hero for it. She started to twist, turning her body and struggling to break free from Trunks’ grip.

There was a snap in her elbow, twisting the arm to aim at Oona before firing ki bullets at the other. 

To punish, to punish... death was the proper judgment for her.

@epochisms​

His vision (and his face) seemed to explode into painfully bright lights, and he found himself letting out a grunt of pain as his back collided hard with the wall behind him. Trunks felt it shatter from impact, jagged pieces pressing hard against his spine. “Fuck…”

He shifted to push himself into a crouched position as one arm came up to rub at his eyes. Fuck, fuck. A flashbang from point-blank range– yeah, that was really going to leave a fucking mark…

It was going to take him more than a few minutes to collect himself again, giving the strange robocop plenty of time to head inside for Bulma. However, Trunks was hardly the only line of defense she had and, in all honesty, he was hardly the best. Keki wouldn’t be able to get far before a hand would clamp down on her shoulder, ripping her back and tossing her effortlessly back into the hall that she had left Trunks in.

Round one had been Trunks, and she had won that one. Round two, though? Vegeta.

..Huh? What had just happened?

One second she was  running through the halls, trying to locate the criminal as fast as possible, and the next she had been sent flying back into the room she was just in - if not more so as she had been tossed through the wall, landing back outside.

For a few seconds she simply laid there, brain working around what happened before brows furrowed and she stood back up - twisting her limbs to make sure they all still operated properly. Then a hum, and a buzz, and her eyes focused forward as to the suspect in her sudden tossing.

And it was only bad news. She knew she couldn’t win this fight, and she doubted that the man would listen to her - considering the only other person she talked to refused to listen as well.

(Though, the answer is always no unless you ask...)

“Please stand aside, sir, this is Galactic Patrol business.”

She thought she could make him step aside? Well. That was cute. Incredibly misguided and wrong on her part but still, cute.

“Ma’am, and I’m saying this with all due respect, you’re being a fucking idiot.” Short and to the point. It was the Briefs’ way.

“My mother is the smartest woman– honestly, the smartest person alive. She’s created the time machine and already used it to help a previously-dying race save itself from extinction. She used it in the future to save the earth.” 

Trunks shifted his weight so that one hip was cocked to the side, hand planted against the other, and one brow quirked at the woman. “She can do whatever she damn well wants to do with the time machine, and you’re sorely mistaken if you think you can just get me to step aside.”

She was made to give pause as she heard what this time machine had done. The obvious change in her stance shifting to very clearly not wanting to arrest this woman now, but still having to do so.

“Then you’ll have to forgive me for this.”

In a movement with speeds clearly far above most people, her hand grabbed his face. With a small whir from the gears, a harsh light came from it with the clear intent and imitation of the blinding powers of the sun.

Seizing this opportunity, she kicked him hard enough to not only move him out of her way, but to firmly leave a hole caused by his body in the wall. The sound of her feet against the tiles of  his home’s interior was the best sign of her small victory over him.