Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Super or GT or any of the associated characters that appear in this fanfic.
Prologue
Bulma Briefs stared at the case of Hoi Poi capsules in wonder. It's pastel pink surface pristine and vibrant. On it, written in Black balloon font outlined with white was her own name: Bulma. Her eyes then drifted to the other case beside it, it should have been identical if not for the obvious signs of age: it's surface was worn, full of microscopic scratches from years of use, the pink long since faded to orange. And on its cover, the name stencilled was cracked and flaking. It can be said that the two cases represented their two owners. One young and in her prime, the other… well, 15 years of hiding and surviving while the world fell apart around you tended to leave its mark. Her once vibrant teal tresses were now liberally streaked with silver and the lines around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes indicating her years endured in sorrow and despair. Alive, yes, but empty inside. They took almost everything from her, those monsters: Her friends. Her family. Her… The tired scientist blinked back tears, refusing to think of it. Refusing to acknowledge the reason for the gaping hole inside her heart. Instead, anger replaced the desolation. They would pay. She determined. If not in this time, then in the other. She would make sure of it.
Resolutely, the scientist plucked on of the capsules from the new case and went to work.
A/N: Short, I know, but it's basically just setting the scene. If you don't get it. Also, I know I've not finished Deep-Blue, but This One just hit me one day, driving home from work, and well, I couldn't leave it alone.