"Alright. Let's take a look here." Bulma hums, pulling the lamp closer over her patient. 21 is starting to have doubts. "Are you certain you know what you are doing?" she questions the middle-aged woman who huffs in response. "Of course I know! I think." she whispers the last part to which 21 frowns. Her back is to the woman as she lies on her side on a table.

Glancing over at the 15 year old on her other side, she sees Trunks looking down on her with interest. He has his head propped up on the back of a swivel chair as he sits on it backwards. "Don't worry. My mom will be careful." he assures her, making her sigh in defeat.

21 stays silent as Bulma works on her. She just listens to the sounds of the instruments she handles and the insignificant mutterings coming out of the woman's mouth. At some point in time, Trunks was starting to nod off, signaling that this 'treatment' was taking a long time.

Suddenly, 21 grips onto the table harshly, crushing it partly. Her eyes are wide like they are almost ready to pop out of their sockets, her breathing quickens. "What are you doing?!" she shouts in alarm.

The noise makes Trunks nearly fall from his seat as he scrambles to his feet, looking around in surprise. Fearing that they are being attacked. However, all seems normal if he didn't count the obvious discomfort 21 is in.

"I seem to have fixed your emotion cortex back to a human level." Bulma mutters, unconcerned, but it only irks 21. "Why?!" she shouts, flinching as she does. "I don't think I like this." she manages through gritted teeth as she grips the table harder, splintering the wood. This is too much. She can't handle it.

"Mom…" Trunks starts, looking worried as he starts to see tears leak from 21's eyes. "Please…" 21 begs. "I feel highly unstable…. These emotions…do not comply with the strength of my body." she tries to explain, trying to look over her shoulder at Bulma, who looks surprised at the harsh reaction.

She jumps a little when a hand is put on her shoulder and automatically, she takes a hold of whatever is touching her, gripping it tightly. "Oh Trunks!" Bulma gasps, seeing her son winch at the tight grip on his arm. It's starting to crush his bones. "21." he gasps, pain rattling his body.

Acting quickly, Bulma tweaks around in the back of the neck where she gained entry on the android's systems and tissues until just as sudden, 21's grip weakens, her hand dropping back on her own body. Sighing in relief, Trunks looks down on 21 to find her motionless. "Mom, what did you do?" he asks, worried.

Bulma wipes the sweat off of her brow before holding a hand to her racing heart. That really got her adrenaline pumping. "I had to shut down her motor skills." she tells him, making him look at her in surprise before turning to look down at 21 in realization. She's like a soul trapped in a shell now. How awful!

"Fix it mom! She shouldn't be a prisoner in her own body!" he scolds his mother, ignoring the bruises that are starting to form, and laying his hand back on the droid.

"I know! But I need to do this delicately. I need to find a stable balance for her to cope with if we don't want a repeat of what happened." Bulma explains to him, sighing. "This is not easy Trunks." she reminds him. 'Not physically or emotionally.' she seems to say to him, making Trunks look down frowning.

"Why don't you go make some dinner honey. I promise I won't harm your friend." she tells him as he looks unsure. "Sure." he sighs before quietly leaving the basement.

Bulma smiles after him. "That boy… What will I do with him?" she sighs before setting back to work. "He has a big heart. I'm sure you've noticed." she starts talking to the android laying still on the table before her.

"Sometimes he can be a little naïve and once he sets his mind on something, there is just no stopping him. I guess that's his Saiyan ancestry for you. His dad was hard headed as well. So was my friend Goku. I guess only Gohan was able to keep levelheaded somewhat. He listened to his mom at least." she chuckles.

"Trunks has a knack for making me worry. He always does what he wants, even if I ask him not to do something. Now he goes off trying to safe the world on his own." she sighs sadly. "I know he probably is the only one who might be able to pull it off, but it scares the hell out of me every time he darts off."

"I hope you can keep an eye on him for me as he does so though. It would set my mind a little at ease to know that someone has his back. I don't know…I don't know what I'd do with myself if I lost him too. He is all I have left now."

For the next few hours Bulma continues her work, all the while talking to the android about what her life used to be like before 17 and 18 appeared and what happened afterwards. She told all about her friends and family and her hopes and dreams for the future.

"Let's try this again shall we?" Bulma hums before resetting 21's motor skills. The first thing the android does is blink, trying to get the feel of her body…and her emotions. "How is that?" Bulma asks her, walking around the table to look the android in the eyes. "I…I think I can live with this." 21 stammers slightly, sitting up slowly.

She looks up at the older woman. She could hear all she said and because of her stories, her initial anger for practically being shut down, has subsided. She bites her lower lip, deep in thought for a moment, before realizing what she does. How odd. Did she used to do that when she was still human? Emotions…they're so complicated. But it's all right now, she believes. She could be a little less inhumane.

"Thank you Bulma." she says, looking herself over. She looks pretty much like new. Bulma smiles. "Let me find you some clothes. These are ready for the trash." she states, walking upstairs.

21 contemplates her situation for a moment, once more looking herself over in appreciation before following Bulma upstairs. There she is met with a pleasant smell and the sight of Trunks fussing over a stove. It's quite amusing to see him cooking. He doesn't seem like the type.

He finally notices her standing there. "Oh! 21, you're… looking better. Did my mom manage to fix you up?" he questions. She nods in reply, making herself float around. "I feel pretty well. I think she got everything and then some." she replies, making Trunks smile. "Great. I knew she could do it."

He suddenly looks a bit awkward. "I hope you're not angry at my mom for earlier. She didn't mean to do any harm." he defends his mother, but it isn't needed. "I understand. She was just looking out for you." 21 says, glancing at the dark bruise on the boy's arm. She's feeling bad for putting her hand on him in such a way.

"I'm sorry for hurting you Trunks." she apologizes, but he just shakes his head. "No need to be sorry. You were not in control of yourself. Mom, she… She said she toned down your human emotions some, because she thinks you had experienced trauma. She was afraid you'd hurt yourself like that." he says quietly.

21 nods in understanding. "I was a human turned into an android against my will. So no surprise. Even with my emotions dulled like they were, I felt angry at Gero. I'm glad he's gone or I…I would have crushed him." she admits, rather shamefully.

Trunks stares at her for a moment, imagining her getting her hands on the doctor when a bitter scent hits his nose. "Ah! The paprika!" he yelps, dashing for the stove.

21 can't help but chuckle before walking over to stand next to him, taking the tongs from him and taking the paprika from the grill. "We can still save them." she says calmly, starting to cut the burned edges from the vegetables. Trunks looks up at her, smiling. "Yeah."

"Here you go." Bulma calls, laying down a stack of clothes for 21. She smiles seeing the duo at the stove. "Will you stay for dinner?" she asks the android, who blinks in surprise.

"Uh, I don't need to eat." 21 replies, making Bulma pout slightly. "Don't need to huh? Well can you eat?" she asks, making 21 nod slowly. "I guess so. I haven't tried." she admits. "Well than that's that. There's a first for everything isn't there?" Bulma decides for her. "Yeah. Stay a while longer 21." Trunks urges.

21 starts to blush at the warm feeling she gets; the feeling of being welcome. "Okay." she resigns.