Piccolo knocked on the door to Trunks' apartment. There was no answer.
"If only I could do Goku's transmission technique," Piccolo muttered. "It would definitely help."
He took off, ignoring some cries about androids and headed back to the lookout. Dende glanced up when Piccolo landed.
"Well?" he asked and the older Namek shook his head.
"It doesn't look good, that's for sure."
"What does that mean, exactly?"
"I'm not entirely sure but if who we think it is is in there, let's hope they stay there." ***************************************************** The hyperbolic time chamber was large, Loren noted as she tried to regulate her breathing in accordance to the extreme gravitational pull on her body. She was not entirely sure why she was there to begin with. All she was, was afraid of what happened at the tournament. She wanted so much to forget what had happened for it was not like her. Or was it?
Did she even know what she was supposed to be like? She hesitantly allowed her body to switch to her final form. She thought of the shock Trunks had expressed when she had shown him her true body and lowered her head.
"Perhaps I should have stayed on that planet," she whispered then flushed ad the temperature suddenly rose. She didn't want to become stronger. She didn't want her other nature to come out.
"Why is it so hard to keep the balance lately?" she asked. "I wish you were back Rion. But, is that why you died? Do I have to get through this on my own?"
She sat down and thought about something someone had said to her.
".....All the pain you're going through, you don't have to go through it alone."
"I couldn't involve you any more. You've been entirely too kind. You don't need to be involved any longer." ************************************************************************** Trunks stared at his textbook again and sighed. He couldn't concentrate. What Piccolo had said to him was enough to make him worried. He'd have to go and check things out as soon as his break came up. He just hoped that he'd be able to concentrate on his class for the remainder of the forty minutes.
"What's with you?" A voice beside him whispered and Trunks glanced up. A thin young man with short black hair sat beside him. Trunks grinned as he remembered the young man's name.
"Hey, how are you doing, Tungston?" Trunks whispered. "Haven't seen you since high school."
"I'm fine but you're not concentrating. What's up?"
"I'm not sure. Something a friend informed me of. I'm going to have to check it out after this class."
"Looks like we'd better keep quiet. Think something important is coming up."
"I can't afford missing any of this class. My mom's really counting on me to pass it."
"Well who wouldn't? Your whole family are scientists, aren't they?"
"Not my dad and grandmother."
"Yeah, but it's expected of you to follow in their footsteps."
Trunks nodded his head as he glanced up at the board and wrote down the information. He placed the end of his pen in his mouth and sighed. He had the feeling that it all had something to do with Loren and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She was still unstable and perhaps leaving her alone hadn't have been a good idea. But, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. *************************************************** "Vegeta what did you do to the clothes?" Bulma asked as she took them out of the dryer.
"What do you mean what did I do to them? I washed them like you told me to," Vegeta replied.
"Did you separate them?"
"Separate?"
"You didn't, did you? Well, at least it was just your clothes. I know better than to let you wash my clothes."
"Well if you wouldn't make me do this, they wouldn't turn out like this. How was that boy when you left him?"
"He was perfectly fine. I didn't need to go. He could have handled all of it on his own. He doesn't need me anymore."
"He still needs you, just not like he used to. The boy took care of the androids for the Kais sake."
"You're right. He's got your determination. I should give him more credit."
"Don't give him too much. He did take that creature in, you know."
"He felt sorry for her. Now let's not get started about her."
"Then don't bring that woman up."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Why? What do you have?"
"I was going to cook if you wanted something."
"I'm not going to argue about a meal."
"I thought you wouldn't. But, you'd better fold your clothes and put them away first."
"I hate when you threaten me like that."
"How else can I get you to do housework?" ************************************* Trunks unlocked the door and ran inside. He opened every door and peered inside. Loren wasn't there. Great, he thought. The phone rang and Trunks picked it up.
"Hello? Hey, Gohan. What's up? Yeah, it wasn't that bad. I had a hard time concentrating. Piccolo came to see me. Something's going on," Trunks said.
"What do you mean?" Gohan asked.
"She's gone."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"Want help looking for her?"
"Sure. Come on over. I'm going to go to the lookout first. I'll wait for you."
"If only I could do Goku's transmission technique," Piccolo muttered. "It would definitely help."
He took off, ignoring some cries about androids and headed back to the lookout. Dende glanced up when Piccolo landed.
"Well?" he asked and the older Namek shook his head.
"It doesn't look good, that's for sure."
"What does that mean, exactly?"
"I'm not entirely sure but if who we think it is is in there, let's hope they stay there." ***************************************************** The hyperbolic time chamber was large, Loren noted as she tried to regulate her breathing in accordance to the extreme gravitational pull on her body. She was not entirely sure why she was there to begin with. All she was, was afraid of what happened at the tournament. She wanted so much to forget what had happened for it was not like her. Or was it?
Did she even know what she was supposed to be like? She hesitantly allowed her body to switch to her final form. She thought of the shock Trunks had expressed when she had shown him her true body and lowered her head.
"Perhaps I should have stayed on that planet," she whispered then flushed ad the temperature suddenly rose. She didn't want to become stronger. She didn't want her other nature to come out.
"Why is it so hard to keep the balance lately?" she asked. "I wish you were back Rion. But, is that why you died? Do I have to get through this on my own?"
She sat down and thought about something someone had said to her.
".....All the pain you're going through, you don't have to go through it alone."
"I couldn't involve you any more. You've been entirely too kind. You don't need to be involved any longer." ************************************************************************** Trunks stared at his textbook again and sighed. He couldn't concentrate. What Piccolo had said to him was enough to make him worried. He'd have to go and check things out as soon as his break came up. He just hoped that he'd be able to concentrate on his class for the remainder of the forty minutes.
"What's with you?" A voice beside him whispered and Trunks glanced up. A thin young man with short black hair sat beside him. Trunks grinned as he remembered the young man's name.
"Hey, how are you doing, Tungston?" Trunks whispered. "Haven't seen you since high school."
"I'm fine but you're not concentrating. What's up?"
"I'm not sure. Something a friend informed me of. I'm going to have to check it out after this class."
"Looks like we'd better keep quiet. Think something important is coming up."
"I can't afford missing any of this class. My mom's really counting on me to pass it."
"Well who wouldn't? Your whole family are scientists, aren't they?"
"Not my dad and grandmother."
"Yeah, but it's expected of you to follow in their footsteps."
Trunks nodded his head as he glanced up at the board and wrote down the information. He placed the end of his pen in his mouth and sighed. He had the feeling that it all had something to do with Loren and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She was still unstable and perhaps leaving her alone hadn't have been a good idea. But, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. *************************************************** "Vegeta what did you do to the clothes?" Bulma asked as she took them out of the dryer.
"What do you mean what did I do to them? I washed them like you told me to," Vegeta replied.
"Did you separate them?"
"Separate?"
"You didn't, did you? Well, at least it was just your clothes. I know better than to let you wash my clothes."
"Well if you wouldn't make me do this, they wouldn't turn out like this. How was that boy when you left him?"
"He was perfectly fine. I didn't need to go. He could have handled all of it on his own. He doesn't need me anymore."
"He still needs you, just not like he used to. The boy took care of the androids for the Kais sake."
"You're right. He's got your determination. I should give him more credit."
"Don't give him too much. He did take that creature in, you know."
"He felt sorry for her. Now let's not get started about her."
"Then don't bring that woman up."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Why? What do you have?"
"I was going to cook if you wanted something."
"I'm not going to argue about a meal."
"I thought you wouldn't. But, you'd better fold your clothes and put them away first."
"I hate when you threaten me like that."
"How else can I get you to do housework?" ************************************* Trunks unlocked the door and ran inside. He opened every door and peered inside. Loren wasn't there. Great, he thought. The phone rang and Trunks picked it up.
"Hello? Hey, Gohan. What's up? Yeah, it wasn't that bad. I had a hard time concentrating. Piccolo came to see me. Something's going on," Trunks said.
"What do you mean?" Gohan asked.
"She's gone."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"Want help looking for her?"
"Sure. Come on over. I'm going to go to the lookout first. I'll wait for you."