Her long blue hair ruffled by the slipstream of the speeder, Bulma was admittedly rather amused at her younger self. Was I really this moody? She thought as the other girl went through yet another cycle of fear and excitement. It was mind boggling how she could be so bi-polar emotion-wise and still survive.
Future Bulma nodded to show that she was listening to a story about Yamcha and picked up the Tracker to check their course through the northern mountains.
The girly voice continued babbling happily, "…and then, he didn't realize I was watching, of course. He never was all too observant, so that's not really all too big of a surprise. So, I saw him actually—"
The older woman drowned out her other self's voice, cutting her off mid-sentence with, "No! Why now? You haven't moved in weeks!"
The younger woman leaned in to take a look at the screen of the radar. It seemed 19 and 16 were still in the same spots, but that mysterious, unlabeled android… Where is he?!
Two sets of blue eyes looked at each other as if they could read each other's thoughts with their shared gaze. Had this unknown android sensed their approach? And if he was functional, were the other two?
The long haired woman frowned and asked, "Well, we'll tackle that mountain when we reach it. What's the range of the deactivating devices?"
The younger woman showed a slight blush and said, "I was only able to get them up to ten meters for sure. I'm sorry. I couldn't figure out a way to get the same results any further away."
"That should do," the older woman said and shrugged. The sound of the engine died down and both women looked at the immense metal doors set in the side of the largest mountain. That looked like the entrance to a lab if Bulma knew anything about laboratories.
"I'm ready," the feisty, young woman said, steeling her will for the fight ahead. "You?"
Unbuckling her seat belt, the older woman nodded in the same somber way as her son always managed. "Yes. And good. It looks like we don't even have to knock," she commented dryly, eyeing the devastating gap in one metal door of the entry.
Her younger counter part gulped, trying to keep courage in the face of such obvious strength.
"It's all right," she said, feeling weird having to comfort herself in this manner. "I'll go in first." When the short haired woman started to shake her head, the older version held up her hand and said, "No, really. It's better this way. If I were to die, you are twenty years younger than I am, which means we'd still have a chance to beat these androids." She smiled, blue eyes twinkling as she fluffed her ponytail. "I know that I don't look it, but I'm actually nearly fifty years old."
The near thirty year old woman gaped. It should have been obvious, but somehow she didn't really realize until just now how old she was. Fifty? How is she still moving? I thought that was old enough to be in an old folk's home. She's right, I have a better chance at being fast enough to kill the androids.
The logic of the older woman's statements was undeniable and before any words of protest could be conjured, she had grabbed one of the deactivators and slipped out of the car.
"Be careful!" the younger woman called to herself. And with one final peace sign of farewell, her older counterpart vanished through the broken door to face the immobile androids alone.