Bulma leaned back in her chair holding her 3rd cup of coffea after telling Trunks about Calyna's time there. It had taken a few hours to tell, and it was late, but neither of them were in a hurry to leave. They just sat quietly, thinking their own thoughts. Bulma broke the silence with a giggle. "Vegeta swore every year he would get us back for that trick we played on April Fools. He never did. It took him a few days after Calyna almost killed him for him to heal close to normal. He wasn't happy about it in the least." Trunks grinned. He could imagine his father getting really mad about it. "Do you have any idea why she left? I wonder what she was taking about when she said she had to go. Why was the army in danger?" I don't know Turnks. We may never know. She was a puzzle all right. We had a few clues, but never all the pieces, and the pieces we had we couldn't fit together." "Mom, did you ever try and find out what race she was from what she told Goku? Maybe that could give us a clue." Bulma spun her chair to her computer after handing Trunks the coffea pot. "The robots are turned off. Go get some more coffea. This might take a while." Trunks took the pot upstairs and Bulma started working on the computer. "um, Race that starts with Ter.. the Terko marathon??? nope, definatly not it. I don't want that kind of race." Trunks came back with the coffea and Bulma started drinking another cup. Trunks started to fall asleep after a while in his chair when he was awakened by a shriek. "Trunks!! I found it!!" Trunks leaped out of his chair, blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision. "Uh, What? oh, right" Trunks went and joined Bulma at the computer. "See? I found a list of races. there's only 2 that start with Ter. Terichan and... Teryian. Let's look at Terichan first." She clicked on the name and thye both read the information that came up.
The computer read,"The Terichans were an old race, who were technically advanced. They had a long lifespan, looking like they aged very litle after many years. A small race, they usually had light hair, smallish light eyes, and very short. Despite their size, the Terichans were extremly powerful. The extent of their power was never known, for the fact that no Terichan could fully control their power. most could only control to 1/4 of their power, a rare few controling half. They were a soft-spoken race, prefering to avoid fighting, and most did not fight until they were threatened. They were once Allies of the fighting race known as the Saiyans. When the Saiyans started to become barbaric and caring only for fighting, the Terichans broke the Alliance. But a few Saiyans and Terichans had bonded, and they were exciled from both races. The exiled Saiyans and Terichans found a new planet and settled it, and the people there became known as the Teryians. The Terichan's planet met with several years of drought and sickness. Last known, the planet was devoid of any life." Bulma leaned back from the computer. "well, that was interesting, but I don't think Calyna was a Terichan. She wasn't that short and she enjoyed fighting." "Well, then let's look at the Teryians mom" Bulma nodded and clicked on the Teryians.
The computer read, "Teryians were the offspring of the Terichans and the Saiyans. They were a small in number, and their home planet was secluded, so little is known about them. Those who encountered a Teryian, usually in a fighting tournament, said that Teryians were the most dangerous and powerful of all races. With the combined strengths of the Terichans and Saiyans, many believed them to be unbeatable. They had the immense power of the Terichans, but their Saiyan half gave them the ability to control more than the Terichans were able, but still none ever reached full ability. They had a medium build, usually with the hair of the Terichans, but their eyes were usually large, although most were light colored. It is believed at there are no more Teryians left, but there maybe one or two left. " Bulma turned off the computer. "That's her. It practically discribed her to a T." Bulma yawned. "Trunks, it's 3am. We need to go to bed." Bulma stood up and headed to her room. Trunks turned and went to his room, but went outisde first. He gazed up at the stars, thinking. "I wonder if she's still alive. And I wonder if she's still alive. And if she is, will she ever come back? It would be nice to have another warrior to spar with. Teryian. Interesting." Trunks went back inside and went to bed, still curious.
On a distant planet...
A young woman was striding toward a space pod. Her stride was a bit wobbly, but nothing to bad. Two men about her age dashed behind, trying to talk her out of leaving. "Calyna! You can't leave now! You just recently got enought strength back to get out of bed, let alone travel!! You're in no condition to do that!" Calyna spun around, her fists clenched. She had aged some, looking more like she was 20-22. Her eyes were the same Ice blue, her hair still blonde. But her face was now pale and gaunt, and there were dark circles under her eyes, which were blazing angerly. " That's exactly why I must go now, because I may not be able to later!! I don't know how I have, so I must go now!! and Durin, don't EVER try and tell me what I can or can't do." She pointed a finger at the younger man next to Durin, who was opening his mouth to say something. "You don't say anything either Dayel. I respect your opinions. you lead the army well while I was gone. But right now, neither of you can do anything to stop me." She went into the space pod and blasted off. Dayel shook his head, sighing. He claped Dayel, who was his younger brother on the shoulder."Well Dayel, She's right. We couldn't have done anything to stop her. The war's finally over, thanks to her. Let's go home."
Calyna settle ddown in the pod, sighing wearily. "Finally, I can go back. I wonder what has happened on earth while I've been gone."