"All systems go. Were ready for take-off."
"You don't have to act all professional about it, Trunks."
"Sorry. I just get into the part and can't help it."
Bulma shock her head. Her son. For the longest time his sweetness and his goodness had proved a lethel conbination to her character. He was to only one she knew who could make everything seem so great. He was her lifeline. She never told him, but she had spent many a sleepless night worring about him.
"Mom? You okay?"
"Yeah, honey. Just thinking that's all."
"Can you tell me what about?"
"Maybe later."
Bulma typed on her keypad, getting the math right for the trip. She didn't want them getting blown into the wrong time or worse, the wrong planet in the wrong time. Trunks typed in the start up codes he had to memorize for the first trip. Trunks was so excited but he managed to bottle it up just enough to keep focused on the job at hand.
"Ready for you, mom."
Bulma calmly walked over and began to type in the right coordinates. Trunks could sence something was truly wrong with his mother.
"Mom, please tell me what's wrong. Are you worried about seeing him again? Or anyone else?"
"I'm not worried about seeing him. I'm worried about seeing HER."
"Her who?"
"Myself, with a man still in her life and a bright future. Not torn by years of raising a son alone and running from those...... beasts."
Trunks could fell her anger build. If she was a sayian, Trunks knew she would've hit super sayian mode.
"Mom, It's okay. We don't have to go. Really."
"No, Trunks. I want to go. I want to see what I would have become. I want to see what kind of woman is going to raise one of the greatest Z senchi ever."
"Now mom. Flattery isn't going to let you get away with that answer. why your so angry? I can fell it. I'm not taking off til you tell me why your so ticked."
"I'm mad at myself and I'm mad at those lunitics for making you risk your life but mostly, I'm mad at the future we have to live in while you save a past that won't know my pain!"
Tears were welding up in her eyes. She suddenly realized it and used all her strength to pull them back, to seal her pain within herself, as she always did.
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean,"
"Trunks. Stop. You were worried about me. You have a right to know what's worng with me. I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry I let my feelings make you fell bad. You have other things to worry about, like how happy everyone will be when they see you again."
Trunks only nodded. He returned to his keyboard and finished the start up commands.
"All done Trunks. Let's go back in time shall we?"
Bulma walked over and sat down in the side chair and buckled up. Trunks sat down in the pilot chair. He typed in the ignition code. The time machine floated smoothly into the air. The machine vibrated slightly and the view around the dome began to fuzz then blead together like water splashed on an oil painting. Bulma closed her eyes and clutched her chair. The world around them shattered and they blasted into a tunnel. The G's died quickly and Bulma opened her eyes.
"Oh wow. So this is what time looks like."
The tunnel they were in was a whirl of blue, purple and black. Streeks of light like shooting stars blew past them.
"Those must be time beacons."
"Time beacons?"
"Points in time when something great, be it bad or good, happened. They mark where anouther alternate universe is attached. Our world is marked by one."
"Oh, so thats what happened."
"What?"
"When I came home the first time, I fell into one of those. That's why I asked so many questions when I came home."
"Oh, I remember. I felt like I was talking to a two year old."
"Hey!"
"Not in a bad way! The last time I had to answer that many questions was when you WERE two."
"Well, when I came back the second time, it happened again so I guessed it was normal."
"Quite. So what else happened the first time you went through?"
"Nothing much.......except the exit."
"What happened?"
"You'll see."
For some reason, Bulma got a sinking felling in her stomach. She was again rethinking her trip into the past.
"You don't have to act all professional about it, Trunks."
"Sorry. I just get into the part and can't help it."
Bulma shock her head. Her son. For the longest time his sweetness and his goodness had proved a lethel conbination to her character. He was to only one she knew who could make everything seem so great. He was her lifeline. She never told him, but she had spent many a sleepless night worring about him.
"Mom? You okay?"
"Yeah, honey. Just thinking that's all."
"Can you tell me what about?"
"Maybe later."
Bulma typed on her keypad, getting the math right for the trip. She didn't want them getting blown into the wrong time or worse, the wrong planet in the wrong time. Trunks typed in the start up codes he had to memorize for the first trip. Trunks was so excited but he managed to bottle it up just enough to keep focused on the job at hand.
"Ready for you, mom."
Bulma calmly walked over and began to type in the right coordinates. Trunks could sence something was truly wrong with his mother.
"Mom, please tell me what's wrong. Are you worried about seeing him again? Or anyone else?"
"I'm not worried about seeing him. I'm worried about seeing HER."
"Her who?"
"Myself, with a man still in her life and a bright future. Not torn by years of raising a son alone and running from those...... beasts."
Trunks could fell her anger build. If she was a sayian, Trunks knew she would've hit super sayian mode.
"Mom, It's okay. We don't have to go. Really."
"No, Trunks. I want to go. I want to see what I would have become. I want to see what kind of woman is going to raise one of the greatest Z senchi ever."
"Now mom. Flattery isn't going to let you get away with that answer. why your so angry? I can fell it. I'm not taking off til you tell me why your so ticked."
"I'm mad at myself and I'm mad at those lunitics for making you risk your life but mostly, I'm mad at the future we have to live in while you save a past that won't know my pain!"
Tears were welding up in her eyes. She suddenly realized it and used all her strength to pull them back, to seal her pain within herself, as she always did.
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean,"
"Trunks. Stop. You were worried about me. You have a right to know what's worng with me. I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry I let my feelings make you fell bad. You have other things to worry about, like how happy everyone will be when they see you again."
Trunks only nodded. He returned to his keyboard and finished the start up commands.
"All done Trunks. Let's go back in time shall we?"
Bulma walked over and sat down in the side chair and buckled up. Trunks sat down in the pilot chair. He typed in the ignition code. The time machine floated smoothly into the air. The machine vibrated slightly and the view around the dome began to fuzz then blead together like water splashed on an oil painting. Bulma closed her eyes and clutched her chair. The world around them shattered and they blasted into a tunnel. The G's died quickly and Bulma opened her eyes.
"Oh wow. So this is what time looks like."
The tunnel they were in was a whirl of blue, purple and black. Streeks of light like shooting stars blew past them.
"Those must be time beacons."
"Time beacons?"
"Points in time when something great, be it bad or good, happened. They mark where anouther alternate universe is attached. Our world is marked by one."
"Oh, so thats what happened."
"What?"
"When I came home the first time, I fell into one of those. That's why I asked so many questions when I came home."
"Oh, I remember. I felt like I was talking to a two year old."
"Hey!"
"Not in a bad way! The last time I had to answer that many questions was when you WERE two."
"Well, when I came back the second time, it happened again so I guessed it was normal."
"Quite. So what else happened the first time you went through?"
"Nothing much.......except the exit."
"What happened?"
"You'll see."
For some reason, Bulma got a sinking felling in her stomach. She was again rethinking her trip into the past.