Elata watched Goten fly away till he was out of sight. She looked back at Piccolo and bent down her knees and sat down on the floor. She was caught inside her thoughts as she thought about all the diseases she had encountered and studied in her life. Many were as horrible but nothing had the same symptoms as his. She kept thinking until, finally, something crossed her mind.

"Maybe it's not as horrible as I think it is. Maybe it's so simple that I forgot about it. He has a high fever with a slight of runny nose. He just has a summer cold. Right?" she said laughing at her own interpretation. She stood up enthusiastically adding, "A hot soup should fix this right away".

She rushed down to the kitchen and closed the fridge right after she opened it for only couple of seconds. She kept her smile on and her eyes watered a little bit as she said stupidly:

"I have no idea how to make soup."

She sighed in desperation and ran her fingers through her black, short hair. She wasn't used to cooking and cleaning as she was raised in the Mansion of king Vegeta.

Elata stepped outside the house to clear her thoughts, where the wind blew gently, where the sun shined brightly and where the birds were chirping. She was amazed by the simple beauty of this planet. The sky was cloudless. The rays of the sun dancing on her skin and twinkling on green leafs. The scent of flowers filling her nose. She closed her eyes to enjoy the magnificence of Earth while taking a deep breath, but something caught her attention, something that disturbed her deeply and pierced her nerves all so suddenly.

Elata felt a power level from far away. It was heading her way rapidly. She didn't want to stay here and wait for it to come. She preferred to take her battles somewhere far away from civilization. So she levitated up and flew calmly towards the power she felt. The closer she got the more powerful it became. The power level started increasing until, whoever possessed it, stopped moving.

She was now far away from Goku's house. Elata froze for a moment, trying to focus on that power level. So she flew down where her feet touched the green grass. She walked slowly looking around for a sign or the source of that energy. It was high but not higher than hers, that fact made her more confident.

The only sound she was able to hear was her own breath. The power level was decreasing, the silence was elongating by the second. She paused and closed her eyes. Elata focused on her surroundings until she finally was able to get an answer. She opened her eyes with a smirk drawn on her face maliciously.

"Get out!" She said self-assured as she turned around facing a normal looking bush. But nothing came out. Elata was very confident about her abilities; she could track down anyone with a matter of seconds without a miscalculation, a trick she learned while she was on planet Rimith for months.

She was growing impatient. Elata frowned while stretching out her left arm, aiming it at the bush,

"One," she started counting in a high tone, "Two," she went on while pausing between every word giving them a chance to surrender, "Thr…" before she could continue a small figured boy jumped out. He had purple hair with facial expressions she couldn't recognize. He seemed familiar to her, but she would have remembered meeting such strange looking boy.

He looked at her with seriousness in his eyes even though his clenching fists were trembling in fear. The boy stood in a fighting position that Elata recognized as a professional warrior stand. She interpreted that the boy was not messing around.

Elata stared for a while at this extraordinary teenage boy. She smirked at him, saying:

"Nice power level you got there,"

"Same goes for you," he replied grimly, "I couldn't help but to notice it from couple of miles away," he added smirking back at her. His body relaxed as he stood straight keeping a safe distance between each other, "Don't you think it's a little bit dangerous to let your power at maximum level?" he added with pride, enjoying the fact that he was lecturing a warrior that is older than him.

"I like it this way. What should I say? I love danger," She elucidated in a sassy manner, "But you're no threat to me,"

"You don't know me. You may be older than I am but I am old enough to take you down,"

"Old enough?" she raised an eyebrow amusingly, "You look like you just got back from potty training." She offered a silky giggle.

Nevertheless, her words didn't affect this boy's smirk, it just widened,

"Big talk for someone who's one year away on adult diapers," the boy fired back

"Big talk for someone who's gonna die," she responded

"Funny, you shouldn't underestimate me," he said, "Before we do anything. Who are you? Just so I know what to engrave on your tombstone," he added sarcastically

"Oh honey, I'm your worst nightmare," she replied with her eyes twinkling with thirst. Her confidence was increasing the longer they talked. She knew that he couldn't beat her. "And you are?" she asked.

"Trunks. Also known as the last thing you'll ever hear, you know, besides your screams," he responded boldly getting back into his fighting position. Elata took it as a sign for her to do the same,

"And by the way, Trunks. I'm Elata." Trunks' smile faded as he got serious while Elata kept a playful attitude. She knew that her smirk was annoying him, because on it was written his certain death and her immense strength.

A moment of silence filled the spaces between them. Both were waiting for the right moment to attack. Trunks thought of starting out with defending himself instead of attacking, so he waited and got ready for any surprise attack. He wasn't quite sure whether he could beat her, but his pride was tapping him on the back, somehow encouraging him. On the other hand, Elata was pretty sure she could, not just beat him, but annihilate him. She wanted to start with an energy ball, but she suddenly remembered something. She stood up normally as her smirk was wiped away hastily. She seemed very serious all of a sudden. Trunks didn't move a muscle; he thought that it might be a trap, so he stood still and waited.

"It's not the right time to fight," she said in a barely audible tone with her eyes fixed at the sky. Trunks was surprised of her words, he was perplexed,

"W-What?" he questioned.

"Do you have medicine?" she asked, only making Trunks more uncomfortable with her sudden change of character. He wasn't even sure that she was the same smirking woman. She continued talking to him with a cold tone: "I know this guy who's sick. I think he has a fever and his stomach is aching. He's scarcely moving a muscle. I need to keep him safe. It's my job. It's my…duty,"

"I-I don't think I understand, a moment ago we were making fun of each other, and now you're asking me for a favor, are you serious?" he asked,

"Dead," she replied. Her facial expressions were the answer to his question. She seemed very determined. He relaxed his muscles and replied:

"I don't know what you're trying to do here. But I can't trust you. Who's that guy anyways?" he asked,

"This is very personal. I can't imagine what his friends might do without him; he's very loved and appreciated. If you're not gonna help then get out of my way," she said getting ready to take a flight back home. Trunks clutched his fists and said:

"Stop. Don't go. I-I think I can help" he said it as if he was in pain,

"So do you have the medicine or not?" she asked grumpily as she placed her arms on her waist, floating seconds above the ground

"I have a bunch of Sanzu beans. I don't know if they help, but it won't hurt to try," Trunks suggested. Trusting her by the minute.

"You have Senzu beans here?" she asked enthusiastically. Trunks nodded in reply "I'm not sure if it'll help, but I'm willing to try anything right now,"

Trunks reached inside his pocket pulling out three Senzu beans, he threw them at her and offered her a nice grin,

"These will do just fine," she responded as her eyes sparkled upon seeing the beans between her hands,

"You should hurry back to your friend," Trunks replied. Elata looked up at him and she hesitantly elucidated:

"Umm…He's not my friend. At least that's what I think," she said as she flew higher. She was about to give herself a boost when she remembered. "Hey Trunks?" Trunks looked up at her and asked:

"What?" She reached inside her pocket pulling out a chocolate bar. She threw it at him. He grabbed it and gazed at it with a slight smile,

"I found a chocolate bar inside my new outfit's pocket," Her words caught Trunks attention, he noticed how her clothes seemed very similar to Goku's but before he could question it she flew away fast, hurrying back to the sick Namekian.