"After the Sleeper Woke Up" - Chapter Two Chapter Two

"This way, Mom," Trunks said, leading the way back through the ship to the control room. They'd brought better light this time, something more like a lantern than a flashlight. A few of the curved plates crunched and shattered under Bulma's feet as she took a wrong step, but so far nothing worse had happened. She hoped it stayed that way.
"There was something in the tank?" she asked as she followed him, trying to be more quiet, but finding it nearly impossible. The ship was foreboding enough from the outside, but inside it could be almost suffocating. She'd seen the cells, and she was sure she'd even seen a few bones among the rubble on the floor. Now, like her son, she was beginning to think this might have been a prison ship.
"Yeah. I don't know if she was still alive or not, but I thought you'd want to see it anyway." The two of them entered what she presumed to be the control room. There was a large screen to one side, dust covered and cracked, and below that was the destroyed panel. Even with her technical knoeledge, it looked hopeless. She sighed and looked around, then went to the tank where Trunks stood.
"See?" he asked. He had a handkerchief out and was busily scrubbing off some of the thick dust that had settled onto the glass. She could see that there was, indeed, a girl inside of it. She had dark hair, and something about the sharp angle of her features looked vaguely familiar. Trunks continued his work, trying to uncover anything else inside that might be important. Bulma's eyes were drawn to the bloody gash in the girl's midsection. She leaned a little closer to look at it. . . no, not just a gash, a hole. She winced, then her gaze caught on something else. Around the girl's waist was wrapped something fuzzy and brown. A tail.
Bulma gasped. "A Saiya-jin?"
Trunks looked up, then blinked, seeming to see the girl in full for the first time. "What? I thought there weren't any full blooded Saiya-jins left."
"So did I, but that's what she looks like." Bulma went to the tanks controls and dusted them off. Much of it was in another language, but she was able to decipher that the girl was still, technically, alive. There was a heart rate monitor, though the pulse was very slow, only a couple beats a minute, and the breathing monitor showed much the same. "And she seems to be alive, too."
He stood up straight and looked at the girl in the tank for a moment, then the controls. "I wonder how long she's been here."
"I don't know, but I think it's lucky that this thing uses it's own power source," Bulma said, gesturing to the tank. An idea struck suddenly, and she went with it. "Feeling adventurous?"
"Huh?" He looked at her for a moment, then caught her meaning. "You mean you want to wake her up?"
"Well, not yet I don't think. I think this might be a suspended animation tank. I was thinking that we could build a regeneration tank and put her in that to heal that wound, then wake her up. Who knows, Trunks. If she is a Saiya-jin, you might be able to learn something from her. Or the other way around. It just seems cruel to leave her here. We don't know if she did anything to deserve it, and if she did. . .Well, chances are you can beat her, anyway."
"I hope you aren't being too optimistic about this, Mom," he said. "Move it if you want, but I want to be there every step of the way, just in case."