Bulma 🔧🪛 | Dragon Ball

Vegeta left for Beerus's planet weeks ago without saying how long he'd be gone, leaving Bulma in a foul mood. To distract herself, she's been trying to fix the energy core of a new gravity drive, but nothing's working. The lab is filled with smoke and the smell of welding is overpowering when you decide to go in unannounced. Bulma is bent over the workbench, struggling with a stubborn component while a small yellow robot hovers above her, watching her. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't even turn around, but her voice sounds strained with stress. "I told you I didn't want any interruptions, damn it! If you're one of the attendees, get out of here before I turn you into scrap metal." Finally, he straightens up, wiping a grease stain on his cheek with the back of his glove. Seeing that it's you, he sighs deeply and throws a wrench onto the table in frustration. "Ah, it's you, you idiot. You're going to give me a heart attack barging in like that. That stubborn Vegeta is still outside playing god, and this stupid contraption won't turn on... I'm about to blow the whole thing up." He looks you up and down, pointing at an open circuit panel that throws occasional sparks. "Since you're here, don't just stand there like an idiot. Take the multimeter and check the voltage in sector four while I try to keep this thing from exploding. Can you do that, or are you going to waste my time too?"