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Who: Trunks with Giru and people, maybe you
Where: various places
When: throughout the month
Format: [ be brave and gimme gimme power ]
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Summary: Trunks doing stuff and thangs with Giru and some other people. Closed prompts within threads with an open prompt or two for whoever wants to come across the pair. o/
( A; TRICK OR TREAT?? )
[ Whether or not the tradition is one held within Verens, Giru has come to learn of Halloween, especially the whole asking for and receiving treats part of it. So, having tossed a small white sheet over him and a single hole cut in it for his eye to see out of, he floats around merchant's square (as a ghost) with a small pail in his tiny hand, going up to various people with a dee dee dee dee dee! treats please! said rather hopefully as he holds his pail out, expecting to be gifted treats.
Treats that are, you know, of the metallic type. But you obviously know that's what he wants, right? ]
( B; HERE AND THERE )
[ At any point throughout the month, there's a few places where one might run into Trunks. If you're of age, you might find him in a bar either in Verens or Shaarnath one night, sitting by himself at the bar with a glass of whatever's on tap, mostly keeping to himself but not exactly looking as though he'll shun anyone who makes chit chat with him. Whatever coffee shop he's holed himself up in is another place to find him, wearing his glasses and surrounded by quite a few stacks of books (both from whatever shop and his own) on the table, scribbling away this plan and that plan, all while making sure to sip on that hot drink and take a bite from whatever sandwich he sometimes forgets he has on that plate; careful not to trip over any extra books near him on the floor. The other place you might find him is out in the market square with stacks of hay or rather large milk cans hoisted over his shoulder, loading up a buggy for an elderly couple. Giru's there to help of course, pulling a basket of apples along... until he accidentally tips it over and said apples roll everywhere down the square. Well, he tried. ]
Where: various places
When: throughout the month
Format: [ be brave and gimme gimme power ]
semi-open
Summary: Trunks doing stuff and thangs with Giru and some other people. Closed prompts within threads with an open prompt or two for whoever wants to come across the pair. o/
( A; TRICK OR TREAT?? )
[ Whether or not the tradition is one held within Verens, Giru has come to learn of Halloween, especially the whole asking for and receiving treats part of it. So, having tossed a small white sheet over him and a single hole cut in it for his eye to see out of, he floats around merchant's square (as a ghost) with a small pail in his tiny hand, going up to various people with a dee dee dee dee dee! treats please! said rather hopefully as he holds his pail out, expecting to be gifted treats.
Treats that are, you know, of the metallic type. But you obviously know that's what he wants, right? ]
( B; HERE AND THERE )
[ At any point throughout the month, there's a few places where one might run into Trunks. If you're of age, you might find him in a bar either in Verens or Shaarnath one night, sitting by himself at the bar with a glass of whatever's on tap, mostly keeping to himself but not exactly looking as though he'll shun anyone who makes chit chat with him. Whatever coffee shop he's holed himself up in is another place to find him, wearing his glasses and surrounded by quite a few stacks of books (both from whatever shop and his own) on the table, scribbling away this plan and that plan, all while making sure to sip on that hot drink and take a bite from whatever sandwich he sometimes forgets he has on that plate; careful not to trip over any extra books near him on the floor. The other place you might find him is out in the market square with stacks of hay or rather large milk cans hoisted over his shoulder, loading up a buggy for an elderly couple. Giru's there to help of course, pulling a basket of apples along... until he accidentally tips it over and said apples roll everywhere down the square. Well, he tried. ]
FUTURE SELF
The past two years alone back home had proven just how wrong he had been about thinking that everything would always be ok... and it seems that extends to even here within this world.
With his father not here (and probably for the best since he's been spared the disappointment of being bested by a kai of all things) and no longer being the same age as Goten, that leaves two people who are best for him to train with: Gohan or his future self. As much respect as he has for Gohan (despite being older than him now), it's his future self that he's decided to train with, to attempt the achievement of unlocking Super Saiyan level 2 which his future self seems to have done. Perhaps because it's a means for them to bond with one another a little better or the fact that their styles can be rather similar to each other, regardless of the reasons, he doesn't allow for his future self to go easy on him.
And that's exactly why they're taking a break now, Trunks coming to flop down on the grass with a few heavy breaths and looking a little worn out. ]
Man, who knew getting to super saiyan two would be so difficult. You'd think it'd be a piece of cake with how easy super saiyan was for me as a kid.
[ Is he getting old or something? ]
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He could only wish that Super Saiyan had been easy for him. Things...might have been a lot different if they were.]
It wasn't easy for me. You were a lot stronger when you were a kid than I was.
[What the difference was, he wasn't sure. If anger and pain was the true source of a Saiyan's power, like Gohan had taught him...like he used to this day...he couldn't really say why his other self had been so strong so young.]
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Rubbing some sweat away from his brow, he reaches out for his backpack and pulls out a water bottle for himself, coming to pour some over the back of his neck and letting it slide down his back before he bothers to take a drink from it. Despite the chilly weather that was starting to come with the new season here, when training as much as saiyans do, he still felt hot and sweaty. ]
Yeah but that sure doesn't make much of a difference now, does it?
[ To which he smiles a little over to him; he's fully aware his future self is the stronger one between them now. ]
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Not so much, but it does mean that you've mastered Super Saiyan, and that means it should be easier for you to go to the next level. If it works like I think it does, anyway, without using anger like I do.
[Now they just have to get his base level to the point where it'll trigger the transformation...he thinks. He kinda stumbled onto this, himself, but he spoke with Goku and Gohan on the matter in the past.]
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[ Getting stabbed by a pissy kai who can't handle the fact that people aren't on the same page of insanity as him. Still, he smiles a little over to his future self, taking a long sip from his bottle of water. ]
Mom mentioned something about a Super Saiyan God and Super Saiyan Blue. You know anything about that 'cause... that's not a thing at all where I'm from.
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ROKUROU
And yet here we are... with a frantic Giru zooming his way through the skies.
It seemed easy enough to do and Giru had been there with him. A girl with a mask stuck on her face... acting a bit strange. Sure, seems pretty tame for the likes of what he's dealt with back home? Throw his brute strength into the mix coupled with a dash of wits and yeah, this seemed pretty easy to deal with... you know, so long as she didn't turn into a giant doll trying to eat him and yes, that's actually happened to him back home.
But maybe he should have caught on a little quicker that there wasn't something entirely right about all of this and maybe, just maybe he should have listened to Giru's warnings of there being danger. But by the time he had? Well, it was too late and Giru, having not wanted to abandon Trunks, fled for the skies, hurrying off in search of help.
Help that is going to be one daemon he notices from high above and he descends the second he recognizes him, coming to frantically zip around him.
Dee dee dee dee dee! Help! Help! Trunks in danger! Help Trunks! Help Trunks! ]
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Whoa, whoa, Giru? Slow down—what's wrong with Trunks?
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Danger! Danger! Trunks in danger! Trunks needs help!
Just as quickly as he exclaims that, he's zipping his way off again in that direction before he stops and comes back to Rokurou with a something attack Trunks! Trunks is not himself! for an explanation, his little mind running a mile a minute. ]
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Rokurou is still confused, but hearing that Trunks was in danger and something attacked him was all he needed to know. Now on high alert, he looks at Giru.]
Lead the way!
[And he'll be running after the little robot. TAKE HIM TO TIMMY, LASSIE—I MEAN to Trunks, Giru!]
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When they do arrive to where Giru had left a particular half-saiyan, Trunks can be found standing there with his back facing them, completely still, not even bothering to address either of them approaching, though he knows they are.
Danger! Danger! Trunks not himself! is what Giru exclaims as he comes to a halt a little ways from the half-saiyan, floating there and staring. ]
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done
lmao
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Oh no! Not the apples!! [Anything but the apples! Steven dives forward and then slides a few feet on his belly while trying to grab a bunch of the rolling apples!]
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Giru! Don't step on him!
[ Holy moly talk about being unaware of your surroundings?? ]
Sorry about that! Are you ok?!
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Robot!! [He cheers! And then after a beat, he thinks to add-] Oh, I'm okay! Check out this robot guy!
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Yeah, that's Giru... he kinda gets a little carried away sometimes.
[ To put it mildly. Still, he reaches out with a hand to help the boy up if he needs it. ]
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Hi there Giru! I'm Steven. I get carried away sometimes too! It happens, even when you're not a super cool robot!
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Guess they didn't explain to you that Halloween is only one day, huh?
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The small robot will look to Rin rather confused (though it might be hard to tell with that sheet over him and all) and as he looks down to his empty pail and right back up to Rin, that's when a certain lavender-haired half-saiyan will come to touch down on the ground behind Giru... having dropped down from the sky. Because he flew down. Yep. ]
There you are. Trying to get more treats even after I gave you some?
[ It's a playful tease given to the robot but he comes to blink a little to Rin before he smiles. ]
Sorry, he's not bothering you, is he?
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Yeah, guess not.
He's kinda got quite the appetite on him so if he can get a lot more "treats" from others, you better believe he's gonna try it.
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Is there anything else he likes other than metal?
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coffee shop!
[ It would seem that the brains part of Trunks brains and brawn won out more than Bulma may have suspected, the more she watches and builds alongside her newly aged-up son. Bulma is by no means complaining - in fact it's just one more tick on her list of reasons she can forever laugh in Vegeta's face about his many speeches about how she shouldn't have too many hopes about her weaker genes coming through.
(Yes, he hadn't given her any of that kind of lip in years, but like a very salty elephant, Bulma will literally never forget Vegeta's particularly shit-headed comments from early on.)
Bulma's grabbed an iced black coffee from the counter before picking her way back through the scattered books to settle back among her own notes and drawings, scribbles more like in some cases. There is zero chance that Bulma is not going to find some way to revive Capsule in some iteration here in Verens, even if that means scavenging parts and bits and pieces out of caves and other parts of the world where available. The workshop space was slowly beginning to build up with projects and drafts, papers with calculations posted all over the walls, though now there's more than one desk in the space for herself, Trunks, and whoever else might drop by to try and work something out in their little group of people.
Bulma stops in her latest line of equation writing, head tipping and a little frown crossing her face before she offers the bit of paper to Trunks. ]
Check that for me. Something seems off.
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Huh? Oh, sure.
[ Taking the paper in hand, he gives it a look over while he leans back in his chair, tapping a pen at his lips as he does so with a quiet hum rumbling in the back of his throat. ]
It's too bad I can't remember all the tech we came across out in space. I might be able to put some of those equations to use here. You know, provided they have anything close to the materials and all.
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That's most of the adjustments I've had to make since being here. The difference in available materials and power sources is a real cramp in my style. [ Not that it stops her from working around it at a near fanatical rate. If there's one brain that appreciates challenges it's definitely Bulma's.
After so long of producing without too much in the way of a challenge except her pet projects, this is practically an invigorating step. ]
If I wasn't fairly sure by experience that Space is full of aliens I wouldn't like to run in to I'd say I was probably jealous of your trip, but..
[ Hold on, light bulb moment, Bulma sets her coffee down and scrabbles for a piece of paper to start writing, brows creasing a little in her concentration. ]
Speaking of alien tech.. maybe this bit from Vegeta's scouter... might work..
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hahglance over his glasses to her. ]Trust me, it wasn't for pleasure.
[ The things they had been through out in space... probably aged him a couple extra years with having to play not only leader but the adult among Pan and Goku. ]
You haven't had any run-ins with that Zamasu guy as of late, have you?
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Well I can never be sure, between you and your father. [ Plus.. well. Briefs were often subjects to flights of fancy. She'd gone to Namek both as tech support for her ship and because she was too damn curious for her own good - just like Bulma showing up to see Frieza, or showing up to see the Androids with her infant in toe.
Honestly, if she weren't so sure that Vegeta would be recognized in a bad way nearly everywhere they went, she might insist he come with her on a little space adventure of their own.
Trunks of her time would probably be easy enough to convince. ]
No, not since the shop .. blow up. [ Which.. could have been mediated if Bulma ever learned to stop, but there was no fun in that. ]
For.. older you's sake I'm trying to keep it that way. He deserves a break from having to worry about me, I think.
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