A couple of weeks had passed. Vegeta and Goku took turns monitoring the satellite feed for any anomalies in the Gamma quadrant.
Trunks rested, and ate, and was beginning to resemble his old self. Bulma had cut his hair. He spent most of his time playing with his younger self and Goten, Goku's youngest son. He had even let Yamcha and Gohan talk him into a day at the beach. It felt good to relax, but he also felt guilty about not helping. Even though everyone, including his father, had run him off.
Bulma and Dr. Briefs worked feverishly, equipping the newest design in Capsule ships, with everything they could think of. New or experimental.
The dreams had become less frequent. Less intense. Causing Bulma to worry that whoever had been sending them, might have become to weak to continue. Or been caught doing it and had been somehow restrained. Which brought up the possibility that this Frost person was now onto them.
Her father broke into her thoughts. "Go on up and test this thing out, dear. We really need to see if we got all the bugs out this time."
"Ok dad." She closed the ramp behind her and sat down in the pilots chair. A flip of a few switches and the engines whirred to life. She watched the gauges until they reached the level she needed. "Well, here goes nothin'." She pressed a large blue button on the console above her head. Nothing seemed unusual on the inside. The gauge took a serious dip in counts, but that was to be expected. She looked at the vid to her left, and saw her father's thumbs up signal. "Yes!"
Vegeta stood in the doorway watching them. His arms fell to his sides in shock as he watched the big ship dissolve into a shimmer of multicolored sparkles then disappear.
"Wha-! Woman!" he raced over to Dr. Briefs. "What the hell happened old man?!"
He jumped at the sound of Vegeta's voice. "It's ok. Were just testing out the new cloaking device Bulma installed."
"Cloaking device?" he frowned.
The ship sparkled back into existence and the engines whined down. The ramp opened and Bulma came bounding down. "It worked! It really worked! Man, sometimes I just amaze myself." She crowed.
Trunks stepped up next to his father. He could tell by the expression on his face, he was way beyond not being happy.
Yamcha laughed. "That's a great idea, babe. It would be better to get a close look at what we're dealing with before we make any decisions on how to tackle them." He glanced over at Vegeta and was rewarded by a death glare. Number one, Vegeta hated it when Yamcha called his mate, 'babe', and he didn't like the idea that Yamcha might be accompanying them on this journey either.
"You would, coward." He sneered.
"Who you callin a coward, your royal pain-in-the-ass?"
Trunks stepped in between them. "He has a good point, Father."
"I don't like sneaking around." He mumbled.
Bulma sniffed indignantly. "Ooh, great invention Bulma. Well thank you Vegeta, I just did it to save our asses, your very welcome." She went on sarcastically. "I prefer to sneak, assess, and stay alive instead of rushing headlong into the unknown and getting killed for no good reason. That would accomplish a great deal, now wouldn't it?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't do it woman! I just said I didn't like it!" he growled.
They were interrupted as Gohan came to the door and yelled. "Hey! Dad found something! Come take a look at this!"
They all rushed down to the lab and looked at the computer screen. Large numbers rolled down one side of it, and a huge white blip blinked on and off on the galaxy map on the other side of the screen.
"Damn! What could put out that kind of power?" Bulma gasped.
"A really big ship." Trunks whispered. "That's it. I recognize that signature."
Bulma typed on the keyboard. "Alright, I'm recording it and processing it through the main into the database. The satellite will be able to track it for us and pinpoint its position even from the ship. That way we shouldn't have any trouble going right to it."
"You talk as if you were going woman?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.
"I am."
"No you're not."
"I'm the pilot. I'm going."
"I said no, woman. One of us can pilot the stupid ship!"
She turned in her chair and looked up at him. "I said I'm going! Look, you ass, I'm the one who was contacted! I'm the one with this stupid tattoo on my neck! I programmed the ship's computers and installed all the rest of the stuff. I don't have time to show you how to operate it! I'm going and you can't stop me!" she yelled.
He bared his teeth, the veins at his temples bulged. "Fine! But don't expect me to pull your ass out of the fire when it gets rough!"
"I can take care of myself you baka!"
Everyone else, sweat drops. It was going to be an interesting trip to say the least.