(A week later)
(Capsule Corp.)
Typing away at her computer, a highly energized Bulma allowed a big smile to cross her face as she watched the specs on her design line up and the solution to her formula on the monitor finally come through. Pumping her fist triumphantly, she then quickly began applying the new information she was able to come up with to the rest of the three-dimensional model on her screen and completed its final phase.
There was no possible way she would've been able to complete such an immensely complicated process without the right equations. All of this stuff fed right into the rail gun's firing software.
"Okay. Now we're making some progress," Bulma exclaimed, quickly closing the file and moving it over to one of her other monitors, all the while making sure the rest of the folders followed it. Once she was positive she'd gotten everything down, the woman then had the download process begin and allowed the computer to do its thing. With the hum of its engines and processors booming throughout the laboratory, the blue haired scientist then turned about in her chair and watched the data filter into the massive tower on the other end of the room.
This large pillar of steel and wiring was the brain behind what would become the new line of anti-meteorite weaponry that the military would be able to use to stop extra terrestrial and unidentified flying objects from entering the earth's atmosphere. It was an impressive concept for sure and a lot of trouble had gone into setting it up. Bulma had practically worked her fingers to the bone completing this little monstrosity. But it wasn't like she was doing this alone.
"Alright then. It's time to insert the final piece," the scientist began as she reached for her gear and collected up a large chip to plug into the main base. However, as soon as her fingers curled around it and lifted it from its spot, she pulled away sharply with a yelp and gripped her finger, "Ah, shit! Damn it…"
Figures. She got hasty and ended up cutting her finger on one of the nodes.
Her sudden curse and nursing of her little injury did not go unheard as a few seconds following her outburst, the echo of robotic gears suddenly echoed throughout the room. Several footsteps later, Bulma quickly found herself staring up at the tall, plastic covered form of a robot strongly resembling the late Android 16. Covered in rubber skin with visible joints and a silver version of his original armor adorned on his person, the orange haired, muscular robot smiled as he beamed down at his surprised creator.
"Hello, Bulma," the android spoke in his distinctive robotic voice.
The blue haired scientist smiled weakly while she massaged her finger, "Oh. Hey there Sixteen. What're you doing here?"
The automaton, obviously programmed with the most basic motor functions and responses, tilted his head at her inquisitively, the shutters of his blinking eyes making camera-like snaps every time they opened and closed. "I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?"
"Oh. I just cut my finger on a memory unit I was planning to slip into the rail gun tower," Bulma replied, showing off her finger before returning to rubbing it. "Don't worry. It's okay now."
Blinking a couple more times, the large android straightened up, "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"
"Uhh… one?" Bulma replied, not really knowing where this was going. She quickly waved at him, "You don't have to do anything, Sixteen. Really. I'm fine."
Upon receiving her answer, the android suddenly turned to her desk and, after scanning it for a moment, opened up the top drawer and rummaged around inside of it. A few seconds later his hand reemerged with a band-aid and, turning back to his creator, opened up the strip of plaster. "Please hold out your finger so that I may treat your injury."
Hesitantly doing as instructed, Bulma shrugged and held out her cut appendage, allowing the robot to wrap the band-aid around it. Upon which he stepped away and smiled proudly at his work.
"Medical attention administered. I will now conduct a standard post-operational scan to check for further injuries."
Bulma perked up at that statement and threw her hands forward in alarm, "Oh, no, no. There's no need to-"
"Scan complete," Android 16 replied a split second later.
The scientist's shoulders slumped, "Come on." Even though she built the damn android, she was always astonished at how fast some of his functions were.
Compiling the information for a couple seconds, the android once again began to speak, "You have sustained no additional injuries. However, my sensors indicate that your reaction and processing levels are operating below par, and that your hormone and neural readings are fluctuating at an abnormal rate. This is resulting in irregular patterns of mood swings and outbursts." The new Android 16 smiled, "Diagnosis: you are exhausted from lack of sleep and wish to mate with your life partner."
"Uh… what?"
The robot tilted his head innocently, "Would you like me to call Vegeta for you?"
"NO! No-no! No! No! No!" Bulma said quickly while leaping to her feet and waving her hands about in panic, "That won't be necessary, Sixteen. Just… check your software for updates and run your ESET program."
Almost immediately, the android straightened up like a guard at his station, "Parameters recognized. Scanning." A few beeps later and the orange haired robot fell into sync mode, "Updating software one of five hundred and sixty four. Processing. One percent… five percent… ten percent… twelve percent…"
The blue haired scientist breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Okay. Good." Wow. She barely dodged a bullet on that one.
There was a time and place for everything, and right now wasn't the time for either sleep or procreation.
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She reminded herself to go find Vegeta later tonight…
Android Sixteen's eyes blinked as he stood in place like a tin soldier, "Would you like to try out our CC Version 8 for a thirty day trial?"
"No God damn it!"
Apparently she still had a few more bugs to work out of him. At least this people-friendly version of Android 16 was far better than the last model she created.
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