I'll have to take your word there, I've yet to see a case like that. Unless you mean when he's eating, with the way he does and being a saiyan I want to think that he's actually happy when doing so.
[She's getting a hold of herself, it's clear in the way she manages to pull a dismissive tone to her words. As if it doesn't really matter if he's always grumpy or not. As if it doesn't make her envious of... Herself, envious of her future self who has everything she wants. But it will be hers one day too, in the distant future that is even more distant while trapped in this place.
Bulma smiles and nods. She will leave the Luceti talk for later, she may be composing herself but her hands still shake slightly and part of her still wants nothing more than to drop to the floor and curl over herself. She's not in a good condition to talk about Luceti now or to comfort a kid, her daughter, when telling her exactly what they are going to face from now on. It can wait anyway, and if not, maybe someone else could do the explanations. She would be thankful for it.]
That's a good idea, just because we're now here it doesn't mean you have to dress as a prisoner wearing always the same clothes and washing only once a month. We're delicate girls after all!
[She looks at the clothes, suddenly feeling slightly overwhelmed. How does a mother pick clothes for her daughter? Something stylish, something that will suit the kid. Bulla looks so much like her, it's a good thing really, but what about her character? Does she prefer shoes or sneakers? Bulma is a sneakers girl, always wearing them when she could get away with it, but it doesn't mean her daughter will think the same. Not to mention how she has no idea about the girl's size or her favorite colors among those that suit her. Does she like pants? Dresses? Frills or something less girly? At the moment Bulma is just wondering how mothers do that, how can they know all those things about their children.
Bulma Brief, genius and feeling incapable of memorizing and knowing all the details of her own kids. She ends up picking a few outfits that she considers would suit Bulla, think of it as her picking up clothes for a friend rather than her daughter and feeling horrible for it.]
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Date: 2013-03-17 05:23 pm (UTC)[She's getting a hold of herself, it's clear in the way she manages to pull a dismissive tone to her words. As if it doesn't really matter if he's always grumpy or not. As if it doesn't make her envious of... Herself, envious of her future self who has everything she wants. But it will be hers one day too, in the distant future that is even more distant while trapped in this place.
Bulma smiles and nods. She will leave the Luceti talk for later, she may be composing herself but her hands still shake slightly and part of her still wants nothing more than to drop to the floor and curl over herself. She's not in a good condition to talk about Luceti now or to comfort a kid, her daughter, when telling her exactly what they are going to face from now on. It can wait anyway, and if not, maybe someone else could do the explanations. She would be thankful for it.]
That's a good idea, just because we're now here it doesn't mean you have to dress as a prisoner wearing always the same clothes and washing only once a month. We're delicate girls after all!
[She looks at the clothes, suddenly feeling slightly overwhelmed. How does a mother pick clothes for her daughter? Something stylish, something that will suit the kid. Bulla looks so much like her, it's a good thing really, but what about her character? Does she prefer shoes or sneakers? Bulma is a sneakers girl, always wearing them when she could get away with it, but it doesn't mean her daughter will think the same. Not to mention how she has no idea about the girl's size or her favorite colors among those that suit her. Does she like pants? Dresses? Frills or something less girly? At the moment Bulma is just wondering how mothers do that, how can they know all those things about their children.
Bulma Brief, genius and feeling incapable of memorizing and knowing all the details of her own kids. She ends up picking a few outfits that she considers would suit Bulla, think of it as her picking up clothes for a friend rather than her daughter and feeling horrible for it.]