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Cowboys and Aliens
Chapter 1- Marooned in Time
This just HAD to work! The math was there, theories seemed to fit seamlessly; the formulas ironed out-
So it had to work, Right? She thought, pausing as she looked up above. The weather was bright and sunny above her but she could seen the tell-tale plates that made up the dome's shield from the out-side post-apocalyptic weather from completely wiping out what was left of the life currently residing on Earth. Her determination steeled her back into a confidant posture that dared others to question Ms. Briefs expertise. Even if her father was there and practically shoved a spot in the program for her with out any real back ground to support it and make sure his daughter and only other trusted scientist was his partner in crime while they raced the clock against their families rival company; SynchEnergy Ent.
The other tech company made technology based on defense of the planet rather than attempting to cultivate what was left of it while the general population fled the dying planet and left it an out caste glorified trading post for the Galactic Empire they had been forced-invited into years ago when they discovered easier space travel. Their aim wasn't to right the wrongs the earth may or may not have done, but further the revolution of the Earthling resistance which was poking at the empire when they were nowhere near able to back it up. Their efforts only served to anger their ever threatening over lords that patrolled the heavens of planet Earth, dutifully keeping watch for any attempts at illegal trespass or escape from their territories.
Bulma tapped the tip of her classy high heels impatiently as she waited for the automatic doors to open and let her into the stage room where world leaders (at least those their overlords allowed to live still) gathered to make a decision that could change their lives and life of their planet. Right the wrongs, or fight the beast? Well, it depended on which scientist's theories actually work. She quickly smoothed out her dark purple blouse and checked that her pencil skirt hadn't ridden up too much. She had tossed on her oversize lab coat last minute out of habit and would have preferred to wear much more comfortable clothes but her mother had insisted on giving a better impression than the grunge look.
Bulmas father was already on stage, her mother at his side. The tall, graceful woman basked in the lime light at the arm of the charismatic old scientist as he captured the audiences attentions in his tale regaling the and his partner, Bulma, were able to finally break the barrier of time.
“This is Capsule Corps way of helping our world, our RACE to resolve a problem with out conflict for once.” Trunks Briefs adjusted his glasses on his nose as the hologram conjured an image in the middle of the long meeting table all the world leaders were seated around while he made his presentation on stage. A small, 5 man, dome like shape blinked into view. 3 thick mechanical legs stretched from its base in a tripod esk fashion. A large front window marked the front of the craft while smaller, circular windows dotted around it and another larger circular window donned the top of the craft, like a moon roof. image slowly rotated, showing small blips of information about the machine for the audience to learn about the make up of the invention.
“The worlds 1st reliable Time machine.” Bulma chimed in as she approached from behind the stage, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her clothing and smoothing her hair back in place as she appeared from behind the curtain on stage. Her dramatic entrance caught her small audiences attention as she gestured to the machine shown, taking over for her father to finish out their speech she was just a tad late to. The crowd murmured in response and awe as the image of the machine rotated slowly, taking the ship apart to boast the layout inside. For a craft only meant for time travel, the machine had a large cockpit serving as its brig. Five chairs with safety straps lined the interior of the cabin. A small hallway took them to the heart of the ship that had 3 layers. The top was an observatory with comfortable couches lining the walls and the large bubble like window on top allowing viewers to watch scenery above the ship. A perfect star gazing facility. The main deck, where the cock pit led into had the necessities; a small kitchen with the latest appliances condensed into a smaller space. It seemed it could comfortably hold up to 3 large men before feeling cramp. The hologram showed a fully functional bathroom with shower, toilet and, strangely, washing and drying machine. The third room was larger, but had different functions. It showed capabilities to be an infirmary on one side, and a cargo hold the other. The final deck was living quarters. A captains suit took the largest, furnished with a private washroom and queen sized bed. The other 2 rooms were not as large, but comfortable enough to have 2 standard beds on either side and a drawers under the beds for personal belongings.
Over all it was a luxurious space craft, and it held the crowds attention raptly now.
“With our combined efforts of technology development, and research, we have created a comfortable, stealthy machine that can pass through time with out disturbing its surroundings.” she explained as the image displayed a small energy field that encircled the craft, “Using Icejin alloys left over from cargo ships in the docks, we found a combination with our own native creation that is impenetrable, and able to shift into a mirror of its surroundings.” the image showed the ship in front of many different back grounds, the ship's shields mirroring the surroundings rendering it undetectable.
“Yes, yes,” a General rolled his eyes at the back of the room. He was a heavy hitter for the SynchEnergy campaign and often made a point to back the much more aggressive company when it came to what little resources earth could spare would be spent. He would rather earth fight for its freedom or dye trying, or so that is how he came off. Bulma could tell the aged man was hiding something. He was too out spoken for a military man.
She chose to keep him with in her sights, not trusting his presence in this presentation.
“Most of our ships are already equipped with the stealth shield; can your toy survive the density of time travel, or will it blow up like all the others you have tried in the past.” He sniffed irritably, “SynchEnergy has already proven they can jump back a few minutes in time to allow our soldiers to act quicker than our foes in an attempt to take down more of the enemy per soldier.” he pointed out with a shrug, leveling his dark brown gaze with Bulmas suspicious one, “You're just saying this bulky, dome of a ship can do what a tiny bracelet has been doing for years!”
“Yes, this is obviously bigger than a mere bracelet, General,” Bulma coolly brushed off in agreement, but another doubter put in his two cents worth.
“Whats the point? We already have time skippers, don't we? Why should we fund a project to perfect a glorified ship when we can just hop back in time as many times as we need to get the correct results?”
Bulma grinned, knowing someone would bring up that stupid invention SynchEnergy used for years to keep on top of Capsule Co, even with the invention of the endless storage device, the capsule. It was her turn to gloat about out doing THEM, “Why skip when you can run?”
A hush fell across the crowd. Actual time travel? How far could this thing go?
Still the General seemed unimpressed. His wide set shoulders didn't shift from their stiff hold he kept, almost bracing against any and all information he may have to process and stubbornly keep to his preconceived ideals. He held that stance a little too well. Most government officials showed some kind of reaction, never this stony front he put up. Bulma had a feeling he was probably paid to look that way or something, but she kept up her optimistic, political facade regardless. The broad man held a meaty, aged finger up in question, “And just what do you plan to do with this 'time-machine' that the world government should deem your project worth the investment?”
Another hush fell upon the group as they turned to the Briefs family. An feeling of baited breath could be felt around the room. The idea that one could travel to different time lines with out being ripped apart was extraordinary! Many have tried in the past, but no successful for longer than the max SynchEnergy had discovered; a mesesily 5 minutes. Anything more and the forces of Time man had yet to understand just yet tore anything that attempted to cross that invisible line nothing but dust. Divided into tiny molecules and never heard from again. Nothing.
Bulma and her father, Trunks shared a knowing look. Dr. Briefs stepped down the stage steps and approached the far wall of the room, pressing a remote near the refreshments table. His wife stood proudly, offering her husband a drink of whiskey as the two of them watched their daughter with pride as she continued the ground breaking presentation.
Their guests gasped as the very floor beneath them whirled to life and began to sink down from the walls around them. A lift of some sort!? The sinking floor started to make a few of the world leaders and their body guards become unsettled. Many stood up from their seats and looked around frantically. The room filled with nervous energy.
Was this a trick? Was it an attack? Tensions were certainly high enough around the world to warrant such a thing, but from the Brief family?
“Fear not, everyone,” Dr. Briefs reassured with a good nature, disarming smile under his bushy mustache, “It's perfectly safe!” as the floor slowly stuttered to a stop, the backdrop behind Bulma on stage slowly raised up. Inch by inch a life-sized version of the Time-machine was revealed right before their eyes. A wave of mystified awe struck the room as the crowd hungrily drank in the machine in all its glory.
The floor beneath the ship rotated slowly, showing off a sleek, dome-like ship. It resembled a huge concave shape with the capsule corp insignia painted delicately across the entrance to the craft and the the name of the ship 'CC Hope I' imprinted just above its front windshield. The lustrous metal shined in polished finesse, a beautiful gun-gray shined in the spot light on stage with darkened windows, barely allowing sight inside the ship itself. The dome rested on its belly passively, resembling a dome home rather than a ship.
“It's a ship?!” one of the women gasped, “It's HUGE! You can actually take an entire team back in time?”
Bulma nodded, clicking a button that opened the door of the craft, “we had to make our machine a sturdy size and shape to able to withstand the G forces that are actually wildly pressing around us in the time stream that pulls things from one time to the next.” she explained as if it were as easy as sending an ancient radio wave from one town to the next.
The star struck audiences eyes glazed over at the technical explanation, yet they ooo'd and awww'd at the lovely lady's' explanation of how it worked and what gadget does what. When they came to theories on the process, however, the General scoffed.
“We have theorized that an entire team of specialist will be able to go back in time, make a few nudges at key points in our history, and create a future where the Icejin never find Earth! Our Ancestors will be educated on the detrimental state they are putting the planet in. We hope to revitalize our world as well as protect it from the Icejin invasion!” she announced.
“You mean you haven't actually tested it yet?” He arched a brow, “'Theorized' is it? Meaning you just made a glorified upside down cereal bowl for a luxury cruiser?”
Bulma felt her stomach drop when the man called her and her team out like that. The slip of her facade didn't last though, as she clutched her delicate fingers into small fists, forcing her professional stance once more. She bit the inside of her cheek discretely to try and rein in her temper, but her aquamarine eyes must have betrayed her as she took a deep breath and leveled the General with what she thought was a level-headed expression. The sly smirk he gave her let her know he saw right through it. He was getting under her skin. He was winning their little game of wins with the blow he just dealt, but she wasn't done just yet.
Dr. Briefs stepped forward, holding up a remote, “The ship itself has been back in time and programmed to return soon as it hit stable ground. We have footage of this being successful.” Dr. Briefs approached the table of representatives, nodding their attention towards a lowering screen that played the test run video. One shot was of the lab as the machine blinked in and out of existence. The other was of the cock pit being thrown in to a colorful vortex with no sound. Lights and colors flashed harshly in the screen, disappearing as quickly as it had amassed the entire outside of the cockpit. Then, the video showed a grassy field in the middle of a dark thunderstorm overhead.
“What you are seeing is the exact spot the Capsule corp lab would have been, had it been built about 800 years before now.” she dreamily watched the harmless rain patter against the glass of the windshield in the video and the beautiful strike of lightning just out side the ship, “This is a thunderstorm; a phenomena that used to be regular around earth before the need for dome spheres to be made to protect the human race from over abundance or solar rays and toxic radiation from the polluted grounds we now live on.”
Many of this generation had never seen anything more organic than the simple rain storm that played over and over on screen, just before the ship 'blinked' back and forth from the lab, to the time specified to return; 800 years prior. The same strike of lightning hit across the screen over and over like clock work. Proving the machine could easily return back and forth harmlessly across the time stream.
Bulma turned off the screen and sent it back to where it was stored with her own remote on the stage, “You see ladies and gentlemen, Capsule Corp isn't running a race to reverse time, we've already won.” she gestured to the machine still displayed on stage, “With this machine, CC Hope I, Capsule Corp hopes to go back in time at key points in our history and make small changes so the human race does not fall to it's own pollution of our planet! This way we will not be weakened when the invasions start happening, and maybe JUST MAYBE we can survive as their equal instead of their fodder!” she concluded.
A stunned silence met her bold declaration. Bulmas eyes made contact with her fathers. He looked like he had just swallowed a large chunk of food with how shocked he looked. And Bulma realized her mistake; she wasn't supposed to reveal so much of the plan behind their project to these men and women. None of them held any known loyalty to Capsule corp, though they did appreciate the fruits the company bore to the general public. This was supposed to ignite them to help fund the project with out their overlords knowing. A chance for the human race to finally reunite and claim their independence once more....
and she may have shattered it before it began.
This stunned the crowd into a pregnant silence. The General most of all as he unabashedly hung his jaw open in shock. What this family was proposing was mutinous! It was the hope and dream of every earthling to have made it this far, kept alive at the whim of an overlord they had never seen, but felt the extended reach of his wrath like slaughtered lambs. But to go against such overwhelming power was suicide and they all knew it. Survival depended on all of them bending the knee to their rulers, or Earth itself will be obliterated just like some of the planets in the milky way system had been as an example.
“You would gamble the fate of this world on a few mesesily time jumps to right our wrongs?” A younger leader stood up, “How do you determine what is right and what is wrong? Whose to say you wont just make this worse?” his eyes were wide with fear.
“Or that it even works with organic life on board at all?” another spoke up.
Bulma could feel the uncertainty lingering on them all, she gulped down her guilty anxiety and fear, but it was do or die at this point. She knew that since she had revealed their end game to these people that if they weren't behind them 100%, the Briefs family would be painted criminals against the empire and killed in the streets for sport as punishment. Her father had warned her not to get carried away, and she had. She had put herself and her family in jeopardy.
Now she had to do what Bulma Briefs does best;
Improvise.
“A Test then?” she offered, squaring her shoulders in determination, “I will go back, and return with evidence I visited the past!”
“Bulma wait!” her father held up his hand, having a feeling he knew were this was going.
Bulma turned to look at the ship, “CC Hope I, power on.” she used the voice command. The ship whirled to life, extending its 3 long legs, lifting itself up smoothly, startling the onlookers. The massive ship beeped in reply to Bulmas voice as a ramp lowered to the stage at Bulmas feet. The Hydraulics hissed as they settled once more.
“Oh my!” Pansy gasped in surprise as she watched her daughter walk up the ramp.
But their pleas fell on deaf ears as Bulma reached the door of the ship and turned, locking challenging glares with the General from across the room; he daring her to be so stupid, while she dared him to call her on it.
“Right here,” Bulma arched a competitive brow, “Right now.” she clarified, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
That got the paid heckler to balk in surprise. How could she be so confident? This woman truly was disturbed. The way her cool, saphiric gaze pinned him where he stood in the crowd as if he were a fox in the hen house. The fierce fire behind that pair of eyes had even the hardened General second guessing himself. She truly was a … force to be reckoned with. He had better come up with something quick or his employer wast going dish out the promised payment. He had to disarm the Briefs somehow.
“You don't have the guts to risk yourself here, in front of the world leaders; do you girl?”
The room chilled with a brief silence. spectators held their breath in anticipation; not knowing if this was really happening or not or if it was just scripted by capsule corp to up the dramatic flair to their presentation. Though one look at the young heiress, it was hard to tell that her reactions weren't as organic as they could come.
The door behind Bulma opened with a small hiss of pressurized air being released. The young woman standing at the top of the runway looked over at her mother, clutching a handkerchief to her breast in worry, then down to her fathers ridged figure. She could tell he was ready to put in the override code if she actually went through with this.
She gave him a small, sad smile as he realized the override button on his remote wasn't functioning. His Blue eyes widened in fear.
“I've got more than Guts, General,” She reassured, then turned to walk inside the ship, “CC Hope I, prepare for Time-Jump.” the door closed behind her, and once more the ship came to life, lighting up brilliantly in preparation as the ramp and legs retracted back under the ship, letting the craft hoover in place.
“Bulma don't do this!” her father screamed, rushing up to the stage, the whooshing air created from the hoovering craft kept him at bay.
A low hum rumbled somewhere deep with in the ship. The massive bulk was charging up all power for the history-making jump it was about to achieve with Dr. Briefs precious daughter inside at the helm. Bulma could be seen settling into the pilots seat, typing away commands and flicking a switch. She was about to pull a lever, one Trunks Briefs knew was the Time-Jumper. She paused, looking at her father, then held up her hand, folding down her ring finger and middle finger in a sign meaning 'I-Love-you' in sign language. The Briefs family always did this for luck right before a gutsy experiment, but this time it broke the mans heart to see it.
“Bulma, PLEASE!” Dr. Briefs pushed himself through the turbulent draft to the top of the steps, instantly having to shield his face from the dust and debris the ship kicked up. He caught sight of the moment his daughter pulled the lever and his heart stopped, “No! BULMA!” he cried.
“Is she crazy!??” a world leader screeched.
The small crowd fell into chaos in the room, scrambling over one another in an attempt to take cover. Pansy Briefs held onto her husband lab coat desperately to keep from being tossed away from the harsh back drafts.
And just like that, the machine blinked out of existence. The heat and the high winds instantly vanished with it, leaving a disgruntled room filled with confused men and women. They all looked around each other, as if to see if everyone else had just witnessed the same thing. This was another time of technological booming since the early 2000's, so not much was new to them, but this was definitely something different.
Trunks Briefs fell to his knees in shock. His sky blue eyes that Bulma had inherited started to fill slowly with shocked tears as he looked down at the white flooring of the show stage. It was scorched lightly, outlining the belly of the ship from where it hovered over it. A small flaw that allowed the heat to escape at safe temperatures out of the force field, but directly under the ship burned the hottest.
She was gone. Scorch marks were all that was left of his daughter and their life's work.
“What have you.... done?” he gaped in awe back to the audience, “That ship had a few more test runs to go! This was supposed to be a show of schematics! Not a proving!' his voice grew in anger as he locked eyes with the general. It was his fault! He pushed Bulma to extreme measures to prove a point!
“How long till she returns?” an elder lady asked cautiously. Looking around with her worried co-leaders, “it's a Time-machine, right? That means it can come back right?”
“It would if the second half of the formula were loaded in it at time of take-off.” Dr. Briefs said calmly as dread began to sit in his stomach. He could feel his wife clutch the arm of his coat fearfully, “there are some on board, but they were not secure. We do not know if it will safely make the jump; the strands between time have proven to be.... rough, for travel.”
“So we just gotta wait and hope there was enough for Bulma to use to come back right? Is that it?” Pansy clarified, wiping some of the tears from her eyes gracefully as she could, “Oh well then that's wonderful! We just gotta hope that there's enough when she lands and she can come right back, right?”
The Doctor said nothing. Pansy searched his blue eyes behind thick rimmed glasses, but was unable to read the man she loved most her life. She turned to the crowd, but they had similar expressions. Clearly optimism wasn't as catchy to them as it was for her.
“Right?” her question echoed.
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United State of America
April 9, 1889
Somewhere deep in the Appalachian Mountains
“Keep up!” Vegeta shouted over his shoulder to his men a stride their horses forming a line behind their Alpha's horse, pushing the animals to fight against the snow, the wind, and the cold surrounding them.
The cold mountain top they had just crested was to be their only escape from their would be pursuers. With out their full power potential at their beck and call, the men called the Saiyans had no choice but to use more earthling tactics to survive these past 5 years they had been marooned on this stupid dusty mud ball of a planet.
“The horses can't take much more of this, Prince Vegeta!” Bardock called from the rear of their posse the 5 of them made for now. 5 men; 3 of which were related, much to the Princes chagrin. The Son family clan were brash at most and aggravating at least. Only the patriarch, Bardock seemed to be somewhat normal as far as obedient soldiers went. His mate and sons were a different story entirely. Too driven by emotion.
The drafty mule carrying the largest of them, Nappa, brayed in protest as its hoof caught on an unseen rock under the snow, nearly throwing the big man off its strong back. Nappa yelped embarrassingly as he righted himself, giving the animal a harsh tug on the reins to get it to pay closer attention, “Even the damn Mule is miss stepping!” he groaned through the storm.
“Ya sure you're just not a bad rider Ol'Man?” Raditz sniggered, then sneezed as the cold once again chilled him to the bone with its howling winds and wet snow soaking through their furs, “Seriously though my balls are about to fall off.” he complained.
“And I'm out of jerky too!” his younger brother, Goku whined as his stomach growled.
“Alright, Alright Already!” Vegeta hissed, turning his horse to face his men. The five of them let their mounts huddle in a close knit circle with their heads low, using their bodies to serve as a buffer from the storm around them, “I've heard enough of all of you're Bitchin! Huddle up! Soon as I am able to feel my fingers again, we're moving.” he hissed, glaring at Raditz, the elder of the Son sons, “Remember we wouldn't even be here right now if someone had kept their front tail in their pants!”
4 sets of eyes glared in unison at the longest, and wildest haired one of the group. He tucked his animal skinned long coat closer, as if it could hide him from their murderous gazes. He cleared his throat.
“How was I supposed to know that saloon was a set up?” He defended, “We were all in there, I just happened to use the available merchandise they offered!”
Bardock smacked his eldest upside the head, knocking his hat off his head and tumbling on his exhausted horses neck, “We all knew it was a set up!” he admonished, “We were meant to flush them out for any Frieza forces. Not trigger the trap the locals set up for common criminals!”
“And who the fuck was supposed to tell me that?!” Raditz bared his elongated fangs at his father, hating it when the older man treated him like a novice pup on his first hunt.
“Oh that was me!” Goku flicked his two fingers up in recognition, “Nappa told me to tell you to be careful around the Ladies, and be prepared for the worst.” he rehearsed proudly.
Raditz rolled his eyes, “Like any of that was clear at all...” He snorted.
“How much clearer do you need?” Nappa leaned over the saddle horn on his Mule, letting his back stretch after the long grueling ride. He would never get used to having to ride on the backs of beasts instead of just flying everywhere. He would be glad the day their restriction collars either reset or came off entirely.
But that was unlikely.
The wind tossed Raditzs long unruly ponytail over his shoulder as the snow blew down his back, making the large man shiver and rub his gloved hands together near his horses neck to try and keep warm, “You know, I read that as take protection to the whore house, because you can smell the disease on em?” 4 sets of dead panned looks greeted the confused young man, “What? I can't be the only one to take it that way! Even if yall are too stuck up to get your dicks wet every once in a while!”
“None of that was communicated at all.” Bardock snorted, “Just your dick thinking instead of your upstairs brain cell.” the elder man sighed in dismay.
“No way! I can't be the only one who thought that!?” Raditz roared looking around at the men.
“You're a dirty old man, Raditz,” Goku scrunched his nostrils in distaste, with a disgusted look on his face. The younger man shifting his horse to scoot away from his brother, playfully, “Make sure you don't go thinking that kind of stuff when we get Chi-Chi and Gohan back, ya hear me!”
Raditz stuck his tongue out and made gagging noises over his shoulder, “Like I could even get off while your hellcat lectures me to death on how to properly have sex with her.” he droned, “Or even WANT to, at that.”
Nappa grunted in agreement, “Maybe its better that the half breed whelp and your harpy got captured. They were slowing us down and a liability to our cause.” he huffed.
Goku's usually serene expression morphed into one of dark anger. He bore his fangs threateningly at the elder Saiyan, about to defend his mates honor, and put the brute in his place, but their leader cut him off sharply.
“Enough!” Vegetas sharp command caught the groups attention, “That should remind you the other reason we are here.” he looked to Goku, “We do not leave anyone behind. Your mate and pup are one of us now. Soon as well get the laughable human law off our tails, retrieving them is our first priority, you know that.” he glared at Nappa for good measure, “The Saiyan race protects their own. No matter the cost. Those disloyal to their own are banished, remember that before running your mouth, Nappa. One would think you were trying to sabotage Goku's family.”
“No sir,” Napa lowered his eyes submissively, side glaring at Goku in the corner of his eye.
Bardock cleared his throat and spoke up, “First things first, nothing will get done if we run the beasts into the ground. We need shelter to wait out the storm and we need it now.” he nodded back the way they came, “No human could push this far in these conditions. We should have a good few days at least a head of the law now with this storm. Now is the time to take the necessary rest we all need to keep up our strength.” he advised, looking to his Prince.
Prince Vegeta conceded with a sigh. He had learned through this torturous marooning that a hot head was dangerous in this strange, alien, prehistoric land. The rules were different here on the ground than they were for the warriors of space. And then there was that nasty law about not disturbing native life on prehistoric planets...
Vegeta tugged his scarf out of habit, bumping the cool metal of his collar that was identical to all of the marooned aliens of this world.
'Not to mention these nasty things' he grunted inwardly.
“Go,” He nodded to them each, inching his mare to the side of a bare, winter stricken tree. He let his fang nick the tip of his thumb. The scent of his powerful blood tainted the air as he marked the bark with the small couple of droplets of blood, “Follow this scent back here in a few hours, or if you find something. Back by nightfall or we move with out you.” he ordered, quickly swiping his tongue over the tiny cut, saliva healing it quicker than his already fast healing process.
He then turned his horse around and bumped his heels into her ribs lightly. The dark mare bolted off into the snow at her masters request. The others did the same in different directions, able to small the scent of their leaders blood marking that dead winter tree from miles away instinctively.
“So much for no man left behind,” Grumped Nappa.
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Her blue eyes swirled in her head, trying to keep track of the swirl of colors that flew at lightning speeds around the ships windows, but to no avail. She was thankful she was strapped in, because it felt like she was in a virtual reality roller coaster! What she was seeing was unreal to her with all those dazzling colors flying past her too fast for her brain to clearly recognize anything as she was tossed around in her straps.
Her stomach did uncomfortable flip flops as the overwhelming sensations continued too fast for her to comprehend. She nearly lost her lunch when the ship suddenly felt like it was being twirled around and around in a fierce corkscrew turn! Her hands flew to her lips in effort to keep it down. She forced her eyes open, the scientist in her demanding she witness all of it first hand so she could record it in her science journal later for future notes.
Yet it was proving too much. She felt like the air was being sucked out her lungs and panicked. She had assumed that the molecules inside the ship itself would remained unharmed. That is what her data had suggested! But it felt like the air was being rapidly sucked out of her.
She tried to breath calmly so she didn't run out of oxygen too quickly, squinting her eyes as a blinding flash of light sparked in the center of her peripheral. Maybe if she just calmed down, she could work through it until the ship landed?
The bright flash became bigger and bigger, and she was growing dizzier and dizzier from lack of air. Her head started swimming in light headedness and her vision started to sink and darken into tunnel vision.
'No!' she thought, 'Not like this! It can't end like this! We've come too far!”
She fought her body to stay conscious, up until her vision blacked out completely. The white light engulfed the ship, swallowing it in its glorious rays, and then suddenly, the ship dead dropped a few feet, landed, then mechanically adjusted itself sturdily on the ground it found.
Red dust swirled around as the ships GPS functions blipped its current time and location it had landed in. Startled wild life fled the scene as the large ship suddenly appeared out of thin air.
April 15, 1889
Red digital symbols chirped and chattered around the displayed date and time. A comprehensive description of landscape, wildlife, weather patters and out side temperature flickered translucently on the front window, but Bulma didn't see this.
She didn't see the moon slowly rising across an unpolluted sky. Couldn't see the first organic trees and grass she had ever seen in her life. Certainly wouldn't recognize the pack of razor back boar she had startled out of a temporary den nearby.
No.
Bulma Briefs; 1st time successful time explorer of her time was pass out, sleeping peacefully slouched in her chair. Unaware of just how far from home she truly was in her adventures this time.
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Preview:
A deafening roar startled her from her perusal at the characters on the screen and pulled her attention to what was OUTSIDE that window. Her eyes widened at the sight.
Before her she saw a massive creature covered in scales and feathers and armed with sharp teeth chase after an extremely hairy-looking mammal with a long trunk and sturdy tusks. The massive predator apparently looking for a quick and easy meal out of the lumbering, haired giant, but bumped into the ship, not having seen it there in its camouflaged state.
Enraged, the predator shook its massive head and let a commanding roar at the unseen foe in challenge. It turned its head back and forth, trying to catch some kind of hint of what was keeping him from his meal that was quickly getting away through the trees now. Its upper maw curling back from sharp, huge teeth. The biggest teeth Bulma had ever seen.
Large predators were extinct in her time. Especially those of the Dinosaur-Esq type.
She was incredibly thankful for the insight to have a camouflaging system in place with the light shields of the small ship. The Ship could withstand time travel, but could it with stand the wrath of a hungry prehistoric ancient beast driven by instinct alone?
She didn't want to find out.