A blue-haired mechanic

It took Gogo nearly an hour to go through the 500 meters to the shuttle from the tunnel to the Amazonians’ base. This was primarily due to the scattered trash piles that formed a maze that would collapse if she took the wrong step; what didn’t help were the random patrols from the tribe that would cross her path and **** her to double back around. That is not speaking of the random mutated bugs and animals that would randomly spurt out of the ground and chase her. Soon Gogo found the trench the shuttle made in the crevice and was able to follow it along to the ship (only after Gogo initially went in the wrong direction).

Looking over the shuttle, Gogo could see that it was mostly intact though most of the windows were broken and it looks like someone had torn apart the side door to get inside, likely the tribe in order to capture herself, Diana, and James. The repulsors engines were sparking and it looked like the fuel was leaking out though when Gogo took a second look, it appeared that someone had patched the hole with only a few drips leaking out still.

*Baaang!* Gogo jumped and almost slipped down the trash pile at the sudden explosion. Hearing complaints and expletives from inside the shuttle, Gogo carefully readied the pipe she had found earlier and made her way down to the door. Looking inside, Gogo spied a girl with a yellow dress and tattered leggings under the console which still had a spear through it and the window. Something that surprised Gogo a little was the monkey tail that was peaking out of the dress and was wiggling around erratically.

“How the hell Goku lived with this dumb tail, I’ll never know, damn thing doesn’t listen half the time,” grumbled the young adult grabbing tools that were scattered around her as she worked on fixing or salvaging something. “And the other half, it gets itself where it doesn’t belong!” Gogo snuck inside and slowly approached the girl while observing the tail move towards where she was drilling a component and the tail getting caught between the component and the console.

“Damn it!” Shouted the monkey-tailed girl as she reversed the drill to loosen the component and free her tail. She slid out from under the console and started rubbing her tail to relieve the pain. Gogo had her pipe at her side, ready in case the girl was hostile. While the girl was soothing her pain, Gogo noted her appearance, she had a long sleeve shirt under her sleeveless dress the same color of her leggings. She also had a red headband keeping her turquoise short hair out of her face.

“Why did they have to give me this tail!” the girl whined as the pain started fading away. Gogo decided to reveal her presence to the girl.

“They were probably into it,” Gogo suggested, causing the girl to shriek in surprise.

“Where did you come from?!” The girl pointed at Gogo demandingly.

“Well that depends on what you are doing to the shuttle?” Gogo asked to be intimidating. “It looked like you were trying to fix the shuttle.” The girl gulped a bit before responding.

“So you got kicked out of the tribe and want to get out of here?” Gogo said as she sat on one of the chairs while the now identified Bulma was in the other chair drinking some Hetap that the emergency replicator produced. All shuttles had this replicator but it only deploys in emergencies and the user knows how to activate it. Bulma didn’t even know it was there and was grateful that she didn’t have to try to eat one of the mutated bugs or drink likely polluted water.

“Yeah, I tried to remove that Femputer’s control of the food supply and was run out of there,” Bulma explained. “I was caught; they said I was supposed to either leave their territory or be killed. So I left and hung close by so other groups don’t get me. I only snuck back in when I saw the shuttle go down.”

“And after they searched the shuttle and took what they wanted, you started working on getting it working,” Gogo finished for her. They looked at each other for a bit before Gogo got up. “Well, let's get to work.” Gogo said as she finished off the Hetap and crouched by the console. “The shuttle isn’t going to fix itself.”

“Wait, you’re going to help me?” Bulma asked as Gogo grabbed some salvaged tools and started connecting lines.

“We’re going to be helping each other,” Gogo replied as she ripped out a broken capacitor and worked on making a bypass. “Now hand me a size 11 wrench.” Bulma stood there before looking for the requested wrench and getting back under the console with you.

“You know what you’re doing?” Bulma asked cautiously.

“Unlike you, I actually read the manual before,” Gogo said, causing Bulma to steam. But before Bulma could explode, Gogo continued. “You’ve been doing a pretty good job from what I could see.”

“Thanks…”