Super Dragon Ball: Redux Kaizen

Arc 1: C13

(Currently Outside of The Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Capsule Corp Shelter Beta. . .)

"Haaaah. . .I'm never doing something like this again,"

Bulma wiped her face, her hair a disheveled mess, as she sat at her desk and tapped her pen on the surface. She was staring at the sheet of requests from the citizens they were housing underneath West City. Demands such as more clothing, food, and the need for certain entertainment had been in constant rotation, and even Bulma was getting exhausted by it. It was like she was running a 10-star hotel service instead of a refugee camp. It was at times like these when Bulma had to take a break, so she had moved all the sheets to another part of the desk so she could focus on her more important and personal projects.

"Ungrateful bastards. . .," The scientist growled a bit under her breath, "It's bad enough they keep coming into the lab with their problems and concerns. At this point, I'm going to tell everyone to get their stuff in order because I'm sick and tired of this bullshit."

"Ummm. . .?"

Bulma looked up from her desk and saw the Ace standing at the door, the young teen slightly covered in dirt and oil from the task she had given her. He pointed his thumb to nothing in particular and continued now that he got her attention, "I got the transportation train running for you. The problem was just with the oil in the tracks and a couple of faulty parts in the engine itself, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem from here on out."

"Thank Kami! That saves me another problem I have to fix. As expected as the heir of the Sojiru Transportation Corporations," Bulma smiled.

Ace gave a nervous chuckle, not particularly enjoying the fact he was tied to that family name but rolled with it, "Sure. . .yeah, no problem." He turned and waved his hand to dismiss himself.

"Well, I'll be going. I got to check up on my friends," The Ace mentioned as he made his way down the hall, leaving the scientist alone. Bulma watched as he walked away, not particularly having much of a care before she leaned back into her chair to stare at her desk. She just had many more problems to deal with, and considering everyone going on the surface, the best she could do was wait and put her faith in the remaining Z-Fighters to pull another miracle out of their hat.

Meanwhile, Ace walked down the hallway of the underground shelter, the facility itself surprisingly high-tech in both design and equipment. It had the perfect ventilation, enough food supplies, and living conditions for the refugees living inside. Even so, the atmosphere around here was still rather suffocating for some people, so he understood why they were on edge. Who would want to be stuck scrunch together inside an underground facility, in an abandoned bunker, with the looming thought of death on their shoulders at any moment?

It's almost like the waiting game.

In just a single day alone, so many fights broke out due to simple things like someone sleeping on another's foot. Ace understood the cause of these arguments was due to the fact everyone was tense. With all this stress, everyone wanted something to alleviate that tension, even for just a little bit. Thankfully, Bulma's friend Krillin was here to act as a defacto peacekeeper along with her, which did wonders considering that everyone could put their trust into a familiar face due to Krillin's local rising fame as a good police officer according to what he's heard.

After walking a couple more blocks down the hallway, he arrived at an area of the shelter where all of his friends were gathered in one place, his group being the closest to the Capsule Corp's CEO's office within the facility. Bulma had been nice enough to allow them to have this area to themselves due to them being friends with Kuzuku. However, that was mostly in exchange for them keeping the fact that Kuzuku was a literal alien with the power to sneeze the wrong way and blow up the facility from the inside.