| BULMA BRIEF |
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| BIO: Infinitely smart, infinitely resourceful, and infinitely patient, Ms. Bulma Brief is pretty heroic in her own right. The current CEO of the Capsule Corporation, Bulma has spent her whole life tinkering in a laboratory on some new crafty invention. Of her inventions, her Dragon Radar - a device used for locating the Dragon Balls no matter where on the planet they may be. In her world, the Capsule Corp. makes everything from weapons to automobiles to common household appliances. Their products are in 95% of all homes. Bulma first met Goku when he was just a young kid and she was 16. Since then, they were seen everywhere, usually on some Dragon Ball-related adventure. She saw Goku grow up, get married, have a child named Gohan, and had even see him die and be resurrected. She went to outer space to find the Namekian Dragon Balls, and got caught in the middle of a war for said balls--one that would've resulted in doom for the Earth and Freiza's immortality should they have lost. Upon returning to Earth, the Saiyan prince Vegeta returned with her. He stayed at the Capsule Corp. home and eventually fathered a son, Trunks, through her. Through Goku's various journeys through the living and dead worlds, she learned of the multiple, infinite universes cumulating in the central Multiverse. Upon arrival, she found a world that confounded and astonished her to no end. She set up a Capsule Corp. branch in Multiverse City, which has grown by leaps and bounds since its inception. With all the money her compnay has made in The City, she has time to work on her own...special projects. HER PLACE IN THE MULTIVERSE: She made it pretty clear with her debut in Chapter 4--she's promised to be the mechanical mastermind for the Heroes of the Multiverse, as well as the "house mother" up in the Looking Glass. Her technical genius will be put to the test with each new mission the heroes embark on, as well as her patience. Being the one in charge of the space station, she's gonna have to lay down some rules. Someone's gotta keep the damn thing from falling out of the sky. Just as long as no one asks "What does this button do?", things should work out just fine. |
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