"Can you tell me what you're running from?" Bulma asked as Loren
stepped out of the bath. She ignored the towel that Bulma held out
for her and walked over to the window. She opened it and gazed out
at the trees. She climbed up on the windowsill and sat down, her
mind lost in a different time.
"Perhaps you should get dressed. There's a lot of men around here."
"I'm not running from anything," Loren replied as clothing appeared
on her, censoring the most prominent areas of femininity.
"Then why are you alone?"
"It's better this way."
She jumped down from the window and ran off for the woods.
"Where are you going?" Bulma cried.
"I want to feel this world before it gets taken away from me!" she
called over her shoulder. Bulma was about to reply when she saw
Trunks running after her. There was nothing to worry about now.
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"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Trunks demanded as he ran
after her. "How in the world did she get so fast? I can barely keep
her pace and I'm half Saiyen."
"I want to see things before this place gets taken from me! Oops!"
She tripped on a rock and fell to the ground. Within seconds,
Trunks was helping her up, He flushed slightly at the sensation of
his skin touching hers and she gazed for a moment into his eyes.
"I don't know why you live alone. You're very beautiful. Haven't you
had a lot of boyfriends?"
"No. People shouldn't come close to me. Bad things happen."
"What sort of things?"
"Please. It's bad enough to live with the memories. I can't talk
about them."
"Talking sometimes helps. You're all dirty. If I take you back like
this, I'll never hear the end of it. Come on. There's a pond near
here. You can wash off there."
"Have some tea, Bulma," Mrs. Briefs said and Bulma looked at her.
"Thanks Mom. I wish she'd talk though. She says things happen if she
stays in one place for too long," Bulma said as Dr. Briefs walked
into the room.
"Well the ship is old," Dr. Briefs walked into the room.
"How old Dad?"
"Well, at an estimate, at least fifty years. She's kept it in fine
condition, though."
"She couldn't have had it for very long. She can't be more than
seventeen years old. Yamcha, why aren't you with the others? The
fate of the world rests with you guys."
"Actually Bulma, I'm taking a break from all my rigorous training,"
Yamcha said. "Besides, I don't see Trunks anywhere around. Did he
run off into the woods with that girl?"
"Yes but it's not what you think."
"Of course not."
"I don't know what the fuss is about. They make such a nice couple.
When are they going to announce the engagement?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Mother she just showed up today! We don't know who she is and we
certainly don't know what she is and we certainly don't know what
she's doing here. You can't be planning their future when they don't
have one!" Bulma cried.
stepped out of the bath. She ignored the towel that Bulma held out
for her and walked over to the window. She opened it and gazed out
at the trees. She climbed up on the windowsill and sat down, her
mind lost in a different time.
"Perhaps you should get dressed. There's a lot of men around here."
"I'm not running from anything," Loren replied as clothing appeared
on her, censoring the most prominent areas of femininity.
"Then why are you alone?"
"It's better this way."
She jumped down from the window and ran off for the woods.
"Where are you going?" Bulma cried.
"I want to feel this world before it gets taken away from me!" she
called over her shoulder. Bulma was about to reply when she saw
Trunks running after her. There was nothing to worry about now.
*********************************************************************
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Trunks demanded as he ran
after her. "How in the world did she get so fast? I can barely keep
her pace and I'm half Saiyen."
"I want to see things before this place gets taken from me! Oops!"
She tripped on a rock and fell to the ground. Within seconds,
Trunks was helping her up, He flushed slightly at the sensation of
his skin touching hers and she gazed for a moment into his eyes.
"I don't know why you live alone. You're very beautiful. Haven't you
had a lot of boyfriends?"
"No. People shouldn't come close to me. Bad things happen."
"What sort of things?"
"Please. It's bad enough to live with the memories. I can't talk
about them."
"Talking sometimes helps. You're all dirty. If I take you back like
this, I'll never hear the end of it. Come on. There's a pond near
here. You can wash off there."
"Have some tea, Bulma," Mrs. Briefs said and Bulma looked at her.
"Thanks Mom. I wish she'd talk though. She says things happen if she
stays in one place for too long," Bulma said as Dr. Briefs walked
into the room.
"Well the ship is old," Dr. Briefs walked into the room.
"How old Dad?"
"Well, at an estimate, at least fifty years. She's kept it in fine
condition, though."
"She couldn't have had it for very long. She can't be more than
seventeen years old. Yamcha, why aren't you with the others? The
fate of the world rests with you guys."
"Actually Bulma, I'm taking a break from all my rigorous training,"
Yamcha said. "Besides, I don't see Trunks anywhere around. Did he
run off into the woods with that girl?"
"Yes but it's not what you think."
"Of course not."
"I don't know what the fuss is about. They make such a nice couple.
When are they going to announce the engagement?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Mother she just showed up today! We don't know who she is and we
certainly don't know what she is and we certainly don't know what
she's doing here. You can't be planning their future when they don't
have one!" Bulma cried.