The morning soon turned into afternoon, Stylth awaited Corinne to return to him as he waited in the room he was staying in, but Bra and Bulma were the only ones to come in and out of the room throughout the late morning. Stylth easily caught onto the habit of reading books; books of true facts, or of pure fiction, the one he was currently reading was that of a so- called cowboy western. Of course when he first saw the title of this book, he thought the book was about a steer, or bull, but he soon learned it was humans that herded cattle, lived on ranches, or lived in the 'wild west' were called cowboys, or cowgirls. But he grew weary of the western themed book and put it aside on the table. At that same moment Bulma entered the room, and walked over to Stylth, who was lying on the bed, Bulma then sat at the foot of the bed. "Stylth, what's been bothering you?" Bulma asked inquiringly. "Nothing Bulma," Stylth said. "Stylth don't you lie to me, I can tell if you're being dishonest, I am a mother you know," Bulma chided lightly, while giving him a concerned look, followed after by a grin. Stylth sighed, looked up at Bulma for a long moment in time, and then gazed toward the window, sadly staring out to the crisp blue sky, silhouetting the dome buildings outside with a light hazy cream colour. "Well, the reason I've been here all day, is well, I've been waiting for Corinne to come back, say hello to me, and well, you kind of get the picture," Stylth heaved a sigh. "Oh, I see," Bulma nodded, "Corinne has that effect on people, she's always been a caring young woman." "Yes," Stylth agreed with Bulma. "I remember giving my son this conversation too, about awhile back though, but it's quite similar to that one," Bulma recollected fondly. "Really?" Stylth asked penting up the newfound rage building up inside him by clenching the grip upon his fists. "I can see you're jealous that my son likes Corinne too, but remember this Stylth, Trunks has known Corinne longer, so don't go fight over her. She knows you had been a person, or wolf," Bulma said correcting up the part of her sentence, "Who had lost a great deal." "Oh," Stylth sighed with dismay feeling rejected, the pain swelled inside, clouding the rage, or amplifying it, it for the most part hurt him. "But nether the less she does at least cares about you, as a good friend, or like a brother, she cares Stylth, she cares a great deal about you," Bulma eased Stylth out of the pain and anger he was experiencing, into a docile state. "Come now Stylth, there's someone who wants to see you downstairs, and quite surprised I might add," Bulma said elevating herself off the bed, and extending an arm out to him. Stylth grasped Bulma's wrist and got off the bed as well, and Bulma helped him walk down the hall. When they reached the destination Bulma had chosen, the room with the couches. Like Bulma had foretold Stylth, had a man sitting on a couch facing the entrance to the room where Bulma and Stylth entered. This man looked a bit like Grant, but a lot older, without the scar, and not too much hair has covering his forehead. He was wearing the most peculiar outfit, a sleeveless emerald green robe, with a hard looking belt cutting the robe to look like the bottom half was half the man's thigh length skirt or something like that. Underneath the robe was a skin tight black fabric, seen where the sleeves, pant legs would of gone. He was also wearing white boots, and gloves. "Bulma, is this Stylth?" The man inquired in a wound up way, his deep voice in a higher pitch making him sound like a small wolf cub. "Yes Gohan it is," Bulma said letting Stylth down onto the couch parallel to the one 'Gohan' was sitting on, she then corrected her posture and turned back to Stylth, "Stylth this is Gohan, Corinne's older brother." Stylth felt his eyes widen as a gazed at Gohan, who looked totally ridiculous by Stylth's idioms. He's Corinne's brother, Stylth thought, as his mouth gaped ajar, he looks more dim-witted with that outfit on. Gohan noticed Stylth's gawked look, and curiously looked back at him, without the gaped mouth. "Bulma has he always been like this?" Gohan asked. "Sometimes, but I think it has to do with you being Cori's brother," Bulma clarified. "Ah, I see, or it has to do with the costume I'm wearing isn't it? I've been using the 'Great Saiya Man' get up for fifteen years now and I still keep getting remarks on how stupid it looks, even if I am a university teacher now and I keep hearing bad things about it from my students who either know friends, or been there when I am secretly fighting crime as the 'Great Saiya Man'," Gohan said. "Chi-chi's teaching finally paid off has it?" Bulma asked, in a way she was mocking Gohan. "At least she thinks so, mom has been saying 'I said so' for the past five to seven years," Gohan said hauling out a sigh of despair. Bulma just laughed a bit, a small laugh, after she stopped she asked Gohan, "well was there anything you wanted to ask Stylth?" This snapped Stylth out of his dazed state. "Right, so Stylth, uh, why did the Emortal bird want you, when that Cryfolix thing, brought you to him?" Gohan asked. "I don't know really, but I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a Unimura," Stylth said deeply. There was a momentarily pause of silence, the humming of the lights, that even during the day were blaring light. "Corinne said you were once a wolf, right?" Gohan asked, now a bit concerned. "Yes," Stylth said, "but I don't know how I transformed into a human." "It couldn't had been the moon," Gohan said, "I remember Piccolo had blown the moon up, when I was younger." This news traumatized Stylth, after he heard it he jolted up right from his slouch position. "Blown up?" Stylth asked very surprised, "but I saw the moon before that thing got me!" Gohan was calm about the whole situation, even if Stylth was panicky. "Stylth calm down," Bulma said. Stylth laid himself back down on the couch, obeying Bulma's request. "That's a possibility too, delayed effects from the full moon probably transformed you Stylth, Gohan analyzed. After that was taken under consideration, Stylth pondered that probability, but the last time he had seen the moon, it was at the last quarter, so Stylth made that clear to Gohan that it wasn't a full moon. "Hmm, you've got a point, what else then could of made you transform?" Gohan asked, "that portal that transported you here, that could." Gohan sat on the couch transverse from Stylth; Gohan had his hand placed over his chin his index finger tapping his cheek below his right eye, his thumb stationary below the left eye the rest of his fingers bundled around his chin as he quietly though it over. In the time that it was quiet Stylth hoped that Corinne would come through any of the doorways and sit right beside him, help him out, but that never happened. In result he dragged out a sigh. What broke the silence wasn't a logical answer, but more of a complaint, "great now my brain feels like it has been fried!" Gohan loudly groaned. "Gohan, it's alright," Bulma reassured, "we should ask Sphinx when he comes to get our letter to Jayme, what a Unimura is." "Brilliant, Bulma!" Gohan shouted with an excited tone, he subsequently brought the exited tone to a calm and more serious voice he asked, "When is that going to be?" "We just need to call him when we're finished writing it," Bulma said, "but I'm not sure Corinne has started." "Yeah she started, last night," Gohan said. Unexpectedly a beeping noise came from Gohan's direction, Gohan lifted his left arm, and he stared at the metallic band around his wrist, he either tapped it or pressed something on it to stop the beeping. Gohan looked toward Bulma, and stood up. "I've got to go, I've got a class starting within five minutes," Gohan said starting toward the doorway to the right of Stylth's direction. "Hope you're the not the one who's late Gohan, from what I heard from Corinne when you were in high school, you were constantly late," Bulma beamed as she said this. "Yeah I now tend not to be," Gohan said as he exited the room. When Gohan departed from Stylth's sight, Stylth decided to meet this Sphinx fellow when the time came.