"He's training as usual. Father, don't you ever give it a rest? Is your pride that important? Goku is dead and you're still trying to be better than him. Will your pride ever be satisfied? MOM! Where are you?" Trunks asked and Bulma's face appeared on a monitor screen.
"What are you doing here?" Bulma asked.
"Well, I was wondering if you've seen her. She sorta...disappeared. I'd ask Father but, I don't want to get into an argument with him."
"I haven't seen her. Do you think you're up to putting up with someone like that? You will be starting school soon, you know."
"Yes, I know but if I don't put up with her, who will?"
"You have a point there. I'd like to help you look, Trunks but I've got a lot of work to do. Maybe after I get done, I'll look all right?"
"All right. Thanks, Mom. Guess I'll look somewhere else."
He left the house and almost ran into Piccolo.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"We have who you're looking for at the lookout," Piccolo replied.
"How did she get there?" Trunks asked.
"I don't know. I don't know how she found the place, but you can take her back. You're the one that chose to let her live in this world."
"I know. I'm constantly being told that. What choice did I have?"
"Let's just hope that your efforts aren't in vain. Perhaps your father is correct. Perhaps she IS an enemy. We just haven't seen her true form yet."
"I can't believe that, Piccolo. I just can't. I mean, I've seen the other side of her and I can't beieve she's evil."
"All right. Let's go. I'll let you make your own judgement. It's just that I'm seeing the whole. I can see truth in Vegeta's statements and I can see the truth in yours. I think only time will tell when her true nature comes forth. My memories don't state her as evil, but those memories are from a long time ago. A lot has changed since when my father knew her."
Loren sat still her mind focused on her past. Through the clouds of deception and pain that she brought upon herself, she returned to the time when she had lived on Namek. She saw Rion as he once was. He stood tall, a formidible Namek in his own right. His skin was of emerald green, his muscles a bright red. His upper arms bore sparse spots, she remembered as he gazed down at her with his dark eyes. She was at least fifteen at that time and she had entered into a rigerous training period with her instructor. Rion had seen the strength within her ever since she had been a small child but now, he sensed that she was ready.
"Sit down," he said, his voice echoing in her mind. "And let go of your thoughts and fears. Focus on the strength within you. Focus on the force that makes you what you are. Focus on the core of your ki. Once you are in tune with that, you will become stronger. You must believe in the power within you before you can become strong on the outside," he said and Loren repeated the words, as a strange light encircled her body. Dende and Mr. Popo stood and watched in awe as Trunks and Piccolo touched down. Piccolo folded his arms and glanced at Trunks.
"I don't believe talking to her would do any good right now. She seems lost in a faraway time," he said and Trunks nodded his head.
"I understand. I'd like to stay here though. I want to be around when she comes out of her trance," he said.
"One body. One mind. Through pain and suffering you must endure to bring justice back to the weak. You have seen your friends die and although, you can do nothing to help them, you can help others from suffering the same fate. You can always change the outcome of things," Loren said, her voice a soft whisper as she continued to stare at the memories of her past. The time that she spent on Namek was the time she most cherished. She had learned so much from the Nameks that she felt badly for not paying them proper respect for all that they had done. Perhaps she had been wrong in letting her own emotions consume her. She had been blinded by her own logic and she had failed to live up to Rion's expectations of her.
She saw it all clearly, now. Why she had condemned herself to a life of solitude, away from the mass population of the universe. She had lost sight of what her master had once instructed her and she had fallen into the death grip of confusion and self-pity.
"Is that why he wants to help?" Loren asked herself. "Can he see all that in my eyes, just like I can see that special place within his?"