"Now tell me what happened," Piccolo said and Trunks looked at him.
"Nothing happened," he replied.
"You didn't sense anything?"
"Absolutely nothing. Why? Should I have?"
"I don't know. There are some things that don't add up. Her ship is definitely from my home but what connection is
there between her and Vegeta?"
"Maybe Yamcha was right. Maybe she is a former lover," Krillin said and Piccolo looked at him.
"I seriously doubt that. Vegeta's personality doesn't' seem like it would be overly attractive to a woman like that.
What did she say her name was?"
"Loren," Trunks replied.
"An uncommon name and yet...it seems somewhat familiar," Piccolo said.
"I personally like it."
"Well, I think she's taken to you. I'd like you to try to get any information out of her that you can. She's obviously
unwilling to talk about her past. Find out all that you can."
"Do you think she's an enemy?" Krillin asked.
"I don't know," Piccolo replied.
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"There you go. It's not very far but it's far enough away from those men," Bulma said as she switched on the lights to
the small dome shaped house. Loren gazed at the house in awe and Bulma watched her with interest.
"You know, you remind me of someone. He acted a lot like you when he was younger."
"Really? I bet he hasn't had as many problems as I have," she said and Bulma wryly smiled.
"You'd be surprised. But, he has a good heart and he never does anything for himself."
"And I suppose he still does things for others?"
"Yes he does."
"I bet he doesn't have to atone for things, does he?"
"What sort of things?"
She didn't answer and Bulma sighed.
"All right dear. I won't pry. I'll leave you alone for the night and we'll see what wrong with your ship in the morning."
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Sleep, an inexhaustible plethora of ramblings within the mind. The past and the imagined past meld together with
other mental images and phrases to form a dream. A disturbing dream of complete annihilation in this instance and it
forced the dreamer to awaken. She gazed around in shock as she tried to place her surroundings.
She was not in the confined space of her ship, the place she had come to know as home; she was somewhere new and
it frightened her.
She huddled herself in a corner as reality slowly set in. She was on a planet and there was an unwelcomed air about
it. She had come to know that air for wherever she traveled, it seemed to follow her. The door opened and in her
unnerved state, she screamed.
A glowing light engulfed the house then sharply died down. She shivered nervously as she realized the damage she
had done.
"What the heck was that?" Trunks asked in shock and Loren stared at him. She drew back even further and Trunks
watched in amazement as she disappeared through the wall.
"What did you do?" Piccolo asked and Trunks picked himself up off the floor.
"I was sent to get her. I knocked first but I guess she didn't hear me so I opened the door," he said as he brushed
himself off.
"So that light came from her."
"Yeah. Then she saw what she had done and left."
"Left in what way?"
"She went through the wall."
"Nothing happened," he replied.
"You didn't sense anything?"
"Absolutely nothing. Why? Should I have?"
"I don't know. There are some things that don't add up. Her ship is definitely from my home but what connection is
there between her and Vegeta?"
"Maybe Yamcha was right. Maybe she is a former lover," Krillin said and Piccolo looked at him.
"I seriously doubt that. Vegeta's personality doesn't' seem like it would be overly attractive to a woman like that.
What did she say her name was?"
"Loren," Trunks replied.
"An uncommon name and yet...it seems somewhat familiar," Piccolo said.
"I personally like it."
"Well, I think she's taken to you. I'd like you to try to get any information out of her that you can. She's obviously
unwilling to talk about her past. Find out all that you can."
"Do you think she's an enemy?" Krillin asked.
"I don't know," Piccolo replied.
******************************************************************
"There you go. It's not very far but it's far enough away from those men," Bulma said as she switched on the lights to
the small dome shaped house. Loren gazed at the house in awe and Bulma watched her with interest.
"You know, you remind me of someone. He acted a lot like you when he was younger."
"Really? I bet he hasn't had as many problems as I have," she said and Bulma wryly smiled.
"You'd be surprised. But, he has a good heart and he never does anything for himself."
"And I suppose he still does things for others?"
"Yes he does."
"I bet he doesn't have to atone for things, does he?"
"What sort of things?"
She didn't answer and Bulma sighed.
"All right dear. I won't pry. I'll leave you alone for the night and we'll see what wrong with your ship in the morning."
**************************************************************
Sleep, an inexhaustible plethora of ramblings within the mind. The past and the imagined past meld together with
other mental images and phrases to form a dream. A disturbing dream of complete annihilation in this instance and it
forced the dreamer to awaken. She gazed around in shock as she tried to place her surroundings.
She was not in the confined space of her ship, the place she had come to know as home; she was somewhere new and
it frightened her.
She huddled herself in a corner as reality slowly set in. She was on a planet and there was an unwelcomed air about
it. She had come to know that air for wherever she traveled, it seemed to follow her. The door opened and in her
unnerved state, she screamed.
A glowing light engulfed the house then sharply died down. She shivered nervously as she realized the damage she
had done.
"What the heck was that?" Trunks asked in shock and Loren stared at him. She drew back even further and Trunks
watched in amazement as she disappeared through the wall.
"What did you do?" Piccolo asked and Trunks picked himself up off the floor.
"I was sent to get her. I knocked first but I guess she didn't hear me so I opened the door," he said as he brushed
himself off.
"So that light came from her."
"Yeah. Then she saw what she had done and left."
"Left in what way?"
"She went through the wall."