my_belfry_of_fun | PSL for Doctor Spazz :D

Title:To come later?
Who: The Tenth Doctor (and the TARDIS), Trunks Briefs (Mirai/Future), others...
What: The TARDIS takes the Doctor where he is needed, not necessarily where he wants to go.
Open/Closed: Closed.
Additional Details:TBD

The TARDIS Sensors indicate Age 787, Planet 4032-877b. More specifically, it's a variant of Earth--not surprising in some ways. But the continents and a map don't match some of the other more modern versions he's been to before. What could be wrong here?

Well, a look-around would tell him that. The city he arrived in looks like its seen better days, to be frank. It's a hive of demolished buildings and streets, debris and abandoned and scrapped vehicles everywhere. While there are hints of greenery, the large city looks like it's not been demolished long enough ago for it to start recovering from inhabitation, but there's certainly no regular inhabitants visible.

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From:

borntolove

There's a smile back. Something like that, "Dragon balls?" Opening up a cabinet Bulma will find a wide vary of teas - probably with some in languages she's never seen. In fact, some boxes, in particular, may look interesting with their circular writing and just like the Tardis herself the inside of the cabinet seems rather improbable.

"Dragon balls?"

Of course, Ten is side-eyeing Bulma and how she ran into her future husband before she was supposed too and she's Trunks is lucky that he was born.

The Doctor seems to withdraw more at this conversation, meaning his aura becoming more and more distant and the hurt starting to appear on his face.

Edited Date: 2017-01-26 03:53 am (UTC)

From:

light_of_willpower

"Hmm? I thought you were a Doctor of everything, and you don't know about the Dragon Balls?" Bulma replies teasingly, but any playfulness drops as she notes the hurt in his expression.

Trunks noticed it too, and paused again. Not eating, just thinking for a moment, before he spoke. "You still feel the loss." Somehow, he was sure he was right about this--even if he didn't know the details. "You tried to push me out of the way, when the ki-blast hit. You weren't surprised at details of the war, slipping into your story so easily." Okay, maybe a hint of suspicion too.

Carefully, gently, Bulma reached out to rest a hand on the Doctor's forearm. "We all got off on the wrong foot. But we understand pain that sticks with you." Soft, offering to listen, as well as to speak. "We can tell you what happened here, if you let us know where the gaps of what you know about our world are."

From:

borntolove

The tea kettle whistles and The Doctor pouring into the two mugs, "Take what tea you'd like." He takes Rose flavor and non-verbally replies, 'yes'. Then looks at his forearm where Bulma rests her hand gently.

"I don't know anything about this place. Nadda. Not a thing."

Hopefully, they don't ask him to open up, after all - they're not sticking around and it's bad enough right now that they're still around him.

"It might... Might be a good idea for both of you to go."

From:

light_of_willpower

Bulma has a very knowing look, and removes her hand. "You have no idea how stubborn I am, do you?" She murmured with gentle amusement, moving over and sniffing a few of the teas she couldn't understand the writing of, before selecting one. "We're not leaving until we figure out how to mask your TARDIS's signal."

"Or reprogram 16... Or destroy him." Trunks said with determination, the turkey entirely gone and the meatloaf being started in on. "We suspected there was at least one more lurking around, but hadn't been able to find the lab's location."

Clear enough that they were actually worried about him and his ship.

From:

borntolove

"Could you select a tea that doesn't have circular writing on the box?" Nothing personal but those just can't be replenished.

"I can't stay. I shouldn't be involved with you as I already am. I'm not from here. And the less we know about each other the better."

Even if Ten would love to have a travel companion once more, "I can't ask either of you to travel with me either. It's very unlikely that you'd ever come back."

Which that is that and Ten moves to a corner of the kitchen far from both of them.

From:

light_of_willpower

Bulma put the box back; it had smelled really nice--some kind of subtle floral with citrus-notes, and a reminder of wind. Not something you could find just anywhere, and she went for her second choice. Green and refreshing, and a hint of fruit.

But when he starts to push them away, she turns to look at the Doctor. Studying him, eyes narrowing a bit as she thought. "You have no idea what we're capable of here, do you?" A hint of challenge in her tone. "Would you even want either of us traveling with you?"

It's rhetorical, and she shoots a look at Trunks who had started to ask a question. He knows that look, and applies himself instead to that delicious steak. Satisfied, Bulma gives her full-attention to the Doctor. "You're already involved, and so are we. We're also used to beings not being from here."

Pointing at Trunks again, who was studiously ignoring the attention. "His father was an alien, one of 2 last full-blooded ones. We also had other aliens on this planet. We've dealt with demons, and devils as well. Killer robots, dinosaurs, madmen trying to take over the world, and gods." Crossing her arms over her chest, she raises an eyebrow at him in challenge.

From:

borntolove

Bulma you have no idea what The Doctor is capable either and yes because he is lonely.

"You belong in this universe. I don't."

Ten eyes over at Trunks about his father being one of the last two with very deep and personal sympathy and then at Bulma.

Then the sympathy and sadness seem to fade because both of them sound like they have makings of companions, "Sounds like you both have quite the adventures." The Doctor grins.

From:

light_of_willpower

"Mom had more than I've had." Trunks murmured softly, still engrossed in eating, but feeling a lot better already. Bulma lifted her chin up, smiling. "I started when I was a teen. Like I said, I went looking for the Dragon Balls. That was a pretty epic tale all on it's own."

Fond tone there, and fond memories. That had been when she'd met Goku. It had changed her life, and they'd had so many adventures. Meeting Chichi, Master Roshi, Oolong, Yamcha... It had been the start of it all.

From:

borntolove

"Still - no idea what you're talking about."

From:

light_of_willpower

Bulma chuckled, taking her tea to the table and sitting for a moment. "I thought you didn't want to be more involved with us. Sure you wanna know about what they are?"

Trunks kept himself quiet, finished with the food and he felt better. It was nice to see his mother like this---and nice to not be the one she was teasing, for once. "She has a point."

From:

borntolove

Ten sips at his tea, "I didn't ask you a question." This time at the least and at least neither of them asked about where he's from.

He is curious and lonely but is trying to resist his draw to the flame.

From:

light_of_willpower

Bulma's smile is deceptively innocent. "But if you're an explorer, then you're curious. And here we are, talking about something you know nothing about." A sip of her own, at peace, before there's a conspiratorial glance at her son. "But you heard him Trunks. So, once we're sure he's safe from being detected by Android 16, we'll resupply him what we can from Capsule Corps and then wave goodbye."

Trunks is nodding, picking up on her trick. "Besides, we might not come back even if he were to ask either of us to travel with him." Then any going along though, is dropped, the solemn expression back as he looks down. "Besides, I'd want to make sure this place is safe. At least safe enough. Especially if we couldn't come back."

Bulma shook her head. "You're underestimating me again. We'd find a way back." Reaching out and brushing a bang from his face, fondly. "I'd find a way." And Trunks didn't doubt his mother at all.

From:

borntolove

Ten gives a head nod - wait a second. Where did this come from? However, the rest of the conversation hit a button - hard and The Doctor drops and shatters his tea cup and runs out of the kitchen.

If either of them are inclined to try and follow The TARDIS may actually help them. She may even think they would be good for her Doctor.

From:

light_of_willpower

The abrupt exit draws their attention easily, and a look is briefly shared. About a second, then Trunks is up and following. Bulma'll do her best to take care of the mess, and make him another cup for when they return.

A few steps at a slow walk, Trunks letting himself try and sense the ki of the other man. Everyone had it, and from all the hints he'd seen? This Doctor was a warrior whether he meant to be or not, which meant he should have at least enough of a presence to track. Once he had that signal, he's running through corridors and doing his best to remember the way without loosing that thread of presence he sensed.

From:

borntolove

The Tardis meanwhile, is helping Trunks find her Doctor as well. In other words, giving Trunks the fastest way to him as possible.

Which leads Trunks to the garden that's blooming from floral and plants that Trunks probably doesn't at all.

The Doctor himself is sitting on a long flat rock, that has a quiet waterfall that leads into a deep pond.

In front of The Doctor are groups of rose bushes and seems to be crying.

From:

light_of_willpower

So much green...it's been a while since he's seen this much green. Not since his time in the past, anyways. It's really very peaceful, and it makes sense to Trunks why the doctor would come here. He doesn't say anything though as he walks further in. Just moves to pull off the sheathed sword, carrying it with him and laying it down beside him as he comes to sit.

Near enough to provide company, but not interrupting. He understands grief--far too well. His own tears have been shed painfully again and again.

Edited Date: 2017-01-31 01:30 pm (UTC)

From:

borntolove

Ten doesn't seem to notice that anyone else is there and continues to unblinking stare at the rose bushes. Why couldn't he have saved her? Why - couldn' he had told her? His moaning turns into frustration and clings onto his fluffy hair and appears to be mad.

He should have kissed her! What was wrong with him? Alright. It was a hologram projection but still and eyeing downwards into his lap with his fingers still clinging onto his head makes some a noise that's a cross between a sad moan and frustration.

From:

light_of_willpower

Really, Trunks couldn't have said how long they sat there. Waiting wasn't anything new to him, and grief was always a personal thing and they had only just met this Doctor, or Smith, or however he wanted to be called. It also gave him time to think of how, and if, he wanted to approach this.

It had seemed to be the right thing to do, to follow him. But now that he'd found him, Trunks wasn't quite sure what to do. Finally, he cleared his throat softly, and spoke. "They say it gets easier with time. All that it really does, is become less sharp." The pain and loss--easier only in that it wasn't as sharp a sting, not easier to forget or go on.

From:

borntolove

Ten doesn't want to look back up once he finds out that he's not alone because how awful his face most look from crying.

He only whispers, "Yeah..." And is trying to see that at least Rose isn't with the Daleks and Cyberman in the void. She's with her family now. So close and yet so far out of reach. And he kept his promise. To return her safe to her mum.

"Problem is. Thar shouldn't be any reason that this should be hurting. She's safe - in another universe but safe..."

Lying to himself again, tsk, tsk, tsk.

From:

light_of_willpower

Moving to pull out a hand-cloth from his jacket pocket, Trunks offers it but doesn't look at the other yet. It's a bit rough, been through a lot, and plain cotton but still serviceable. "...it doesn't work like that. It hurts. Being able to find a reason why doesn't mean it won't."

Still said quietly in a mix of offering company and letting the other man have his privacy.

From:

borntolove

If Ten was looking over at Trunks he'd probably take the offer. Ten wishes in both of his hearts that he could go back to Torchwood keep that from happening but he can't go back into his own timeline and even if he could - he can't sacrifice the need of the many for the need of the one.

Edited Date: 2017-02-04 12:51 am (UTC)

From:

light_of_willpower

Trunks is just gonna leave the cloth on the rock between them, moving to clasp his hands in front of him. Arms resting on his knees, looking down. "Pain doesn't always make sense. We have to deal with it all the same."

Looking around, and letting the statement hang before getting to his feet and stretching his arms. "Even if you don't want our help, good luck persuading Mom to not give it to you." A hint of smile there. "She's the most stubborn woman I've ever known, and that's even after meeting her in the past."

She had to be, to put up with his father.

From:

borntolove

If there's one thing that will hit him out of a slump is hearing time not working right and that - that's not right and twisting his face, "She thought it was alright to just go and create a paradox."

From:

light_of_willpower

Well, that hadn't been the reaction he expected. "Excuse me?" That smile is gone now, and Trunks' guard is up. "What paradox? We didn't change anything!"

Not entirely true--as the past... It hadn't suffered quite the way his time--the current world--had. Goku, and the others--and his father--were alive in that alternate past. They'd changed the future, in a way.