Several hours and two home-cooked meals later, the woman from the future had gleaned most of the information she needed.

It sounded crazy, the older Bulma had to admit, but then again, most of her ideas sounded crazy and more than half of them worked out all right. "So let me get this straight," she said, chin resting upon her fisted fingers. "You found Dr. Gero's lab was in the mountains, then used a satellite you invented to hack into his computer network…"

So far it sounded right, if a little bare boned. Younger Bulma nodded.

"…then you downloaded the plans for all of the androids Dr. Gero had ever created and networked them together on the main computer in our lab…" the older woman moved to rest her forehead on her fist, covering her face. "And then you spent most of the next three months devising a device that would take out any of them with the push of a button and made four copies of it?" She sighed. "And better yet, you then ran off to the future in a stolen time machine so that no one could stop you from fighting for the first time in your life. Did I get it all?"

The younger woman said, quietly, "Yes…" It sounded insane when her other self put it that way.

Older Bulma looked up, not mad at all. Rather, she was positively beaming. "Brilliant! Just brilliant. I'm so glad I thought of it. Man, I'm a genius." She winked at her younger counterpart and asked, "So, when do we start? I'm finally done with an android tracking device—"

The short-haired woman started and Bulma chuckled.

"What? You didn't think I've just been sitting on my butt these six months, did you? I've been preparing to take out those androids for as long as they've been around. So we can go whenever you're ready."

The younger Bulma jumped up out of her chair and put both hands splayed on the table, excitement crackling almost palpably in the kitchen. "Really?!"

This was just what she wanted all her life. To prove herself without anyone's help…well, getting help from herself didn't count.

The ponytail swung around as the other woman started towards the lab and gestured for her past self to follow.

They both gathered around the device. Its design was almost identical to the dragon radar that they had invented long ago, the smooth silver back and flat, green screen.

The inventor picked it up almost lovingly and explained, "I am pretty certain it works." She pushed the top and the screen lit up with the usual green graphing pattern and blinking dots. "But I'm kind of hoping that it doesn't."

The younger scientist raised one eyebrow in surprise. "Why would you build something and then hope that it doesn't work. That doesn't make any sense."

With a wince, Bulma clicked the top button several more times and pointed, "The androids that destroyed our world are known as 17 and 18, which it shows their location here," Bulma pointed at two dots with neat little numbers next to them.

That was just fine. But that wasn't the reason the inventor hoped this particular piece of equipment was malfunctioning. A reason that became all too clear to the young woman beside her as she leaned over to take a better look. It was at that moment that both fully understood what the data pointed to.

One gasped, horrified, and the other nodded resignedly, saying, "The problem it there are three more dots after that. Five androids total."

The news hit the girl like a ton of bricks. "No!" young Bulma shrieked. "What are we going to do?"

The other woman narrowed her eyes, thinking. "Well, those three…Andriods 19, 16 and the unknown one haven't moved since I made the device, so I say we wipe them out first. If we're lucky then they either won't have been activated or are malfunctioning." She slammed a fist firmly into her other palm and growled, "Then we can go after the other two."

Younger Bulma was inspired by her future self's determination and courage, wanting to be like her someday. Oh wait… she chuckled, smiling and saying, "Yeah, just give me a few minutes to grab all of my capsules and then I'm ready."

She expected Bulma to respond somehow, but the older woman was staring off into space, a slight and thoughtful frown accenting her far off gaze.

Running a hand through her short hair in confusion, she asked, "Are you all right?"

Ever so slowly, Bulma nodded and articulated, "Yeah…it was just strange." She turned her face to the younger woman, but somehow managed to still look through her.

"…it felt like…like…" She shook her head, ponytail whipping her shoulders and said, "I felt like I heard Trunks call my name…just now…"

The younger woman stood up and tilted her head, "Trunks? It couldn't be. He's back in the past with Goku and Gohan."

At the word Gohan, the older woman seemed to snap out of her trance. "Right," she said, starting back towards the entrance to the lab. "Let's get the androids, Bulma."

The younger woman smiled, saying, "Now that's more like it, Bulma."

The both laughed identically and went about preparing as fast as they could for whatever might happen.

But inside the heart of Trunks' mother, a silent plea went up to whatever deities could hear it.

Hold on, Trunks. Hold on…