"Wasn't that great? Man, I wish I could take one of those girls home with
me. But I can't. Mom would throw a fit," Gohan said.
"You could always get a hotel room," Trunks said.
"So which one did you like?"
"Me? I guess the third from the middle."
"You were a little hesitent there. Come on, man. You'll be starting college soon. You've got to get into a party mode."
"I know. I'm just worried about her. She seemed upset."
"Why do you call her a girl if she isn't one?"
"Why do we call Nameks what we call them?"
"I see your point. Man look at the time. I've gotta go. I have to work tomorrow."
"All right. I'll see you later."
"If this has anything to do with Vegeta, I want to know," Bulma said.
"It has to do with me and what I did to him. I'm really sorry."
"You did heal him afterward. Plus, you did give him some things to think about."
"Things like how he's going to kill me and things like that, I'm sure."
"Those aren't the things I was talking about."
"What things then?"
"His own self-worth for one thing."
"He already had a high value on that. If you must know, I wanted to see if I could back and save Goku."
"Dear, everyone has to leave this world sometime. Goku knew what he was doing. That's why he allowed himself to die."
"He...allowed himself?"
"I'm certain of it. Now go on home. You may not have to fight any evil there but you've got to learn how to adapt to our world." ************************************************* "So how long do you think he'll last with her?" Dende inquired.
"I don't know. I suppose it depends on how determined he is. I just hope the balance is kept. To see the creature she truly is...." Piccolo said then allowed his voice to trail off.
"I don't think that's completely accurate. Also it might be possible that she absorbed that darkness."
"What do you mean?" "No one really knows where she came from, right? Perhaps an epic battle was fought and the victor banished the evil into the body of Loren. Perhaps the tournament was enough to awaken that evil."
"But if that's true, then what's stopping the evil from resurfacing?" Mr. Popo asked.
"Mr. Popo, have you been eavesdropping?" Dende asked.
"Of course not. I am just as concerned as the two of you."
"What bothers me is her not having any memory of what she can become," Piccolo said. "That seems awfully strange."
"It's not all that strange. There are myths about evil spirits possessing a body then blocking the hosts memory so that the host remembers nothing of the ordeal. Perhaps this is a similar scenario."
"And what if it is?"
"I don't know. It would really help is she could remember before the Kais but I don't think that's likely."
"No it isn't. I suppose we'll just have to see what develops." **************************************************** Trunks put his key in the keyhole then stopped when he heard a motor whirring. He placed his ear on the door then drew away as he tried to figure out what she was up to. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the room, not entirely sure what to expect. He walked into the kitchen where Loren sat staring at the blender. He watched her for a moment then kicked a can over onto the floor. She glanced up for a moment then turned her attention back to the blender.
"What are you doing?" Trunks asked.
"Watching it work," Loren replied.
"Why?"
"Because I can't figure it out."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, it's late."
"But how does it turn big pieces into even littler pieces? Can you explain it to me?"
"Can we turn it off at least?"
He pressed the "off" button and the whirring stopped.
"Okay the concept is really simple. See, in the base here, there's a motor that's connected to this wheel. The glass has a blade that spins when the glass is placed on the base."
"And that's what makes it turn big pieces into little pieces?"
"Yes. Now that that's all clear, what am I going to do with you when I start classes tomorrow?"
"Classes....do you mean training?"
"Sort of. I wonder if they'd want you up there..."
"Up where?"
"The lookout. I can't leave you with Mom and I DON'T want to leave you with Master Roshi. I don't think Gohan's mom would want you with her."
"Are you saying no one wants me?"
"I'm saying I don't know what to do with you."
"I can't go with you?"
"I don't know if that's a good idea. I can't pay attention and keep track of you at the same time."
"Can I just stay here?"
"Just don't touch anything."
"I guess I'll get back to meditating, then."
"I'm sorry. If I could be sure nothing would happen, I'd let you come with me. What is there to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Oh yeah, you don't eat. Sorry."
"I can give you food if you want. I can make food, although I don't need to."
"Can you? You're amazing."
"It's not all that hard. What do you want?"
"What can you make?"
"Look on the table. I'll get out of your way now."
"I never said that."
"Just go eat."
He gazed at her for a moment then walked out of the kitchen. He wished that there was an easier way to communicate with her.
"You could always get a hotel room," Trunks said.
"So which one did you like?"
"Me? I guess the third from the middle."
"You were a little hesitent there. Come on, man. You'll be starting college soon. You've got to get into a party mode."
"I know. I'm just worried about her. She seemed upset."
"Why do you call her a girl if she isn't one?"
"Why do we call Nameks what we call them?"
"I see your point. Man look at the time. I've gotta go. I have to work tomorrow."
"All right. I'll see you later."
"If this has anything to do with Vegeta, I want to know," Bulma said.
"It has to do with me and what I did to him. I'm really sorry."
"You did heal him afterward. Plus, you did give him some things to think about."
"Things like how he's going to kill me and things like that, I'm sure."
"Those aren't the things I was talking about."
"What things then?"
"His own self-worth for one thing."
"He already had a high value on that. If you must know, I wanted to see if I could back and save Goku."
"Dear, everyone has to leave this world sometime. Goku knew what he was doing. That's why he allowed himself to die."
"He...allowed himself?"
"I'm certain of it. Now go on home. You may not have to fight any evil there but you've got to learn how to adapt to our world." ************************************************* "So how long do you think he'll last with her?" Dende inquired.
"I don't know. I suppose it depends on how determined he is. I just hope the balance is kept. To see the creature she truly is...." Piccolo said then allowed his voice to trail off.
"I don't think that's completely accurate. Also it might be possible that she absorbed that darkness."
"What do you mean?" "No one really knows where she came from, right? Perhaps an epic battle was fought and the victor banished the evil into the body of Loren. Perhaps the tournament was enough to awaken that evil."
"But if that's true, then what's stopping the evil from resurfacing?" Mr. Popo asked.
"Mr. Popo, have you been eavesdropping?" Dende asked.
"Of course not. I am just as concerned as the two of you."
"What bothers me is her not having any memory of what she can become," Piccolo said. "That seems awfully strange."
"It's not all that strange. There are myths about evil spirits possessing a body then blocking the hosts memory so that the host remembers nothing of the ordeal. Perhaps this is a similar scenario."
"And what if it is?"
"I don't know. It would really help is she could remember before the Kais but I don't think that's likely."
"No it isn't. I suppose we'll just have to see what develops." **************************************************** Trunks put his key in the keyhole then stopped when he heard a motor whirring. He placed his ear on the door then drew away as he tried to figure out what she was up to. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the room, not entirely sure what to expect. He walked into the kitchen where Loren sat staring at the blender. He watched her for a moment then kicked a can over onto the floor. She glanced up for a moment then turned her attention back to the blender.
"What are you doing?" Trunks asked.
"Watching it work," Loren replied.
"Why?"
"Because I can't figure it out."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, it's late."
"But how does it turn big pieces into even littler pieces? Can you explain it to me?"
"Can we turn it off at least?"
He pressed the "off" button and the whirring stopped.
"Okay the concept is really simple. See, in the base here, there's a motor that's connected to this wheel. The glass has a blade that spins when the glass is placed on the base."
"And that's what makes it turn big pieces into little pieces?"
"Yes. Now that that's all clear, what am I going to do with you when I start classes tomorrow?"
"Classes....do you mean training?"
"Sort of. I wonder if they'd want you up there..."
"Up where?"
"The lookout. I can't leave you with Mom and I DON'T want to leave you with Master Roshi. I don't think Gohan's mom would want you with her."
"Are you saying no one wants me?"
"I'm saying I don't know what to do with you."
"I can't go with you?"
"I don't know if that's a good idea. I can't pay attention and keep track of you at the same time."
"Can I just stay here?"
"Just don't touch anything."
"I guess I'll get back to meditating, then."
"I'm sorry. If I could be sure nothing would happen, I'd let you come with me. What is there to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Oh yeah, you don't eat. Sorry."
"I can give you food if you want. I can make food, although I don't need to."
"Can you? You're amazing."
"It's not all that hard. What do you want?"
"What can you make?"
"Look on the table. I'll get out of your way now."
"I never said that."
"Just go eat."
He gazed at her for a moment then walked out of the kitchen. He wished that there was an easier way to communicate with her.