The early morning mist still hung in the air like a thin veil just waiting to be swept aside by the hand of day. Loren knelt on the grass, tending to an injured dinosaur and Trunks sat on a rock watching her. The creature completely trusted her. He had learned during his childhood that very few animals would accept the help of a human.
It had been a shocking revelation as a child and he had been despondent for days. But here in front of him, seemed to be the exception to the rule.
"Explain it to me," he said slowly as if he were trying to think of the correct words. "Why I see you as one thing and Father sees you as another. Do you change forms the way he claims you to?"
"Why do you want to know so much about me?" she asked as she glanced away from the injured creature.
"I just want to know. I'm interested."
"There you go. You're fine now. Try to walk," she said softly and the dinosaur slowly got to its feet. It then lumbered off and Loren brushed dirt off of her clothes. She watched the animal disappear into the brush then sighed.
"Perhaps we should go back," Trunks suggested.
"You can go back. I'm not going to," Loren replied.
"Well I'm sure Mother is worried about you."
"I'm not going back. Why should I? I belong no more here than I do out here."
"All right then. I'll stay too."
"Why? How do you know that he's not right? How do you know that I won't destroy everything?"
"After watching you heal that animal, I find that hard to believe. Like I've said, there's a lot of pain in your eyes and I want to stop it. I really do."
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Nerves are on edge as the time before the tournament winds down. Last minute training sessions are embarked on in order to insure that each and every body was at its peak performance. One person was alone in the confines of a Namek ship desperately seeking an answer. The ship could not be repaired so she was stuck on this planet. She didn't even know the name of the planet she was stuck on but that wasn't her main problem. Her main problem was the fact that a friend of hers that she thought dead was actually alive or so was the claim. Then there an opponent that she had accidentally injured alive on this world as well and he had had years to feed the fire of his hate. Then there was the son of the same man, willing to accept her. Why? It didn't make sense.
It was true that she had learned a lot from the Kais and the Nameks but their knowledge still left her unable to deal with the present situation.
"Well this is a nice place but I wouldn't keep house in it. I'm sure Trunks is working hard to get you an acceptable house," Mrs. Briefs said as she entered the ship. Loren glanced at her and sighed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied.
"Why do you look so sad? He didn't call it off, did he?"
"I just wish I knew what to do."
"Well dear, life is like a bowl of cherries. Depending on how big the bowl is, you can get so many pies from it."
Loren tried to unscramble the logic, if there was any, in Mrs. Briefs statements.
"Of course if you want to make a different pie, that's a horse of another color."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Little Trunks likes you. He must if he wants to marry you."
"Who said anything about marriage?" Trunks asked as Loren pulled her body in tight. There was entirely too many people in her ship.
"Well you don't have to hide it. I've seen how you act around her."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Loren tightly shut her eyes as she felt threatened by the enclosure. Trunks glanced at her, sensing the influx in her ki. His mind flashed back to when he had startled her by entering her room and took his grandmother's hand.
"Grandma, do you think you could make some breakfast? I'm hungry."
"Of course I could. I bet your girlfriend is hungry too. Don't worry, it won't take long," she said and walked out of the ship.
Trunks glanced at Loren again, her was now rising sharply and approached her in the same way one would approach a frightened animal.
"Calm down. No one is threatening you," he said softly as he held out his hand. There was a brilliant flash of light and Vegeta folded his arms in satisfaction.
"NOW do you believe me?" he asked and Goku scratched his head.
"Believe you about what, Vegeta?" he asked.
"I wasn't talking to you Kakarrot!"
"Vegeta, are you trying to tell me that she caused that explosion?" Bulma asked.
"I'm not trying to tell you anything woman! Just look out the window and tell me what you see."
Bulma glanced out the window and saw smoke billowing up from the spot where the Namekian ship had crashed.
"Oh I hope they didn't have an argument," Mrs. Briefs said and Vegeta folded his arms in satisfaction.
"I told you that there was more to that creature than what you saw. You just chose not to believe me."
"Well maybe we should see how bad the damage is," Goku said and Krillin stood up.
"I'm with you, Bro. We don't need anything major to happen right before the Cell Games," he said
It had been a shocking revelation as a child and he had been despondent for days. But here in front of him, seemed to be the exception to the rule.
"Explain it to me," he said slowly as if he were trying to think of the correct words. "Why I see you as one thing and Father sees you as another. Do you change forms the way he claims you to?"
"Why do you want to know so much about me?" she asked as she glanced away from the injured creature.
"I just want to know. I'm interested."
"There you go. You're fine now. Try to walk," she said softly and the dinosaur slowly got to its feet. It then lumbered off and Loren brushed dirt off of her clothes. She watched the animal disappear into the brush then sighed.
"Perhaps we should go back," Trunks suggested.
"You can go back. I'm not going to," Loren replied.
"Well I'm sure Mother is worried about you."
"I'm not going back. Why should I? I belong no more here than I do out here."
"All right then. I'll stay too."
"Why? How do you know that he's not right? How do you know that I won't destroy everything?"
"After watching you heal that animal, I find that hard to believe. Like I've said, there's a lot of pain in your eyes and I want to stop it. I really do."
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Nerves are on edge as the time before the tournament winds down. Last minute training sessions are embarked on in order to insure that each and every body was at its peak performance. One person was alone in the confines of a Namek ship desperately seeking an answer. The ship could not be repaired so she was stuck on this planet. She didn't even know the name of the planet she was stuck on but that wasn't her main problem. Her main problem was the fact that a friend of hers that she thought dead was actually alive or so was the claim. Then there an opponent that she had accidentally injured alive on this world as well and he had had years to feed the fire of his hate. Then there was the son of the same man, willing to accept her. Why? It didn't make sense.
It was true that she had learned a lot from the Kais and the Nameks but their knowledge still left her unable to deal with the present situation.
"Well this is a nice place but I wouldn't keep house in it. I'm sure Trunks is working hard to get you an acceptable house," Mrs. Briefs said as she entered the ship. Loren glanced at her and sighed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied.
"Why do you look so sad? He didn't call it off, did he?"
"I just wish I knew what to do."
"Well dear, life is like a bowl of cherries. Depending on how big the bowl is, you can get so many pies from it."
Loren tried to unscramble the logic, if there was any, in Mrs. Briefs statements.
"Of course if you want to make a different pie, that's a horse of another color."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Little Trunks likes you. He must if he wants to marry you."
"Who said anything about marriage?" Trunks asked as Loren pulled her body in tight. There was entirely too many people in her ship.
"Well you don't have to hide it. I've seen how you act around her."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Loren tightly shut her eyes as she felt threatened by the enclosure. Trunks glanced at her, sensing the influx in her ki. His mind flashed back to when he had startled her by entering her room and took his grandmother's hand.
"Grandma, do you think you could make some breakfast? I'm hungry."
"Of course I could. I bet your girlfriend is hungry too. Don't worry, it won't take long," she said and walked out of the ship.
Trunks glanced at Loren again, her was now rising sharply and approached her in the same way one would approach a frightened animal.
"Calm down. No one is threatening you," he said softly as he held out his hand. There was a brilliant flash of light and Vegeta folded his arms in satisfaction.
"NOW do you believe me?" he asked and Goku scratched his head.
"Believe you about what, Vegeta?" he asked.
"I wasn't talking to you Kakarrot!"
"Vegeta, are you trying to tell me that she caused that explosion?" Bulma asked.
"I'm not trying to tell you anything woman! Just look out the window and tell me what you see."
Bulma glanced out the window and saw smoke billowing up from the spot where the Namekian ship had crashed.
"Oh I hope they didn't have an argument," Mrs. Briefs said and Vegeta folded his arms in satisfaction.
"I told you that there was more to that creature than what you saw. You just chose not to believe me."
"Well maybe we should see how bad the damage is," Goku said and Krillin stood up.
"I'm with you, Bro. We don't need anything major to happen right before the Cell Games," he said