Trunks quickly quieted the alarm of her watch before it woke Gohan. As usual, it only gave her a couple of hours of sleep, but she woke up to Gohan snuggling against her, his face on her chest and hers in his hair, and she'd naturally held him close to her in her sleep. She naively thought letting him hold onto the sword would have been enough, but the child had ditched it and left it behind him. The tank top was skin tight and the pajamas were ample enough that hopefully the child hadn't realized the soft tissue underneath he was resting against were breasts, but considering he was sound asleep, Trunks did her best to keep calm and not panic. She loosened her hold on Gohan as she pondered the situation in her semi-waking state. If he slept well, he wouldn't remember, and if he did remember, well that was a problem for later.
That kid had killed Cell, and saved his world all while wielding an incredible power, but right now? He was a ten year old who had lost his father, who was afraid of how super Saiyan had consumed him, and who felt guilty about it all. And he was about to become a big brother too. The boy had come to her after a nightmare in the middle of the night, and she had welcomed him as his older counterpart used to welcome her in similar yet very different circumstances. Unlike her, and unlike her version of him, this Gohan still had Piccolo, Krillin, and everyone else to rely on. Even Vegeta. Which reminded her she needed to clean up her notes about 'Saiyan heat', as now not only Gohan and Trunks needed it, but also the baby Chichi was carrying. Bulma would surely make good use of it, in case Vegeta didn't change his mind about his involvement with the kids' education. That talk with this version of her mother was something she wasn't looking forward to.
She slowly released Gohan and trying not to wake him, freed herself from his loose hold. He was relaxed which is why she managed to break the contact, and he slowly turned around, returning to grab onto the sword. A nostalgic smile crept on her face as she realized he found comfort in the same way as she did, but thankfully it was far less desperate, and she hoped it would be a punctual affair as Gohan was still in shock with everything that happened.
She decided to leave her precious possession to Gohan for the time being, slid out of the bed, properly pulled the sheets and covers on the sleeping boy, and went on to get ready for her meeting with the Cyborgs. She left a note for Gohan on the desk, stating she'd be back sometime during the day. Minus the sword, she took off with everything.
The Cyborgs spent the entire prior day discussing their experience inside Cell, which had traumatized them both enough that neither slept. Seventeen's unhealthy obsession with his crush was a coping mechanism, Eighteen was certain of it, and she'd die before letting the weirdo hurt her brother. They'd both gone through hell, set themselves free from Gero, enjoyed a few days of actual freedom on their little road-trip with a newfound friend, before Cell happened. And the baldie tried to protect her from the abomination despite being far outmatched. That monster had also impersonated Seventeen in hopes of getting her cooperation.
Once absorbed, Eighteen and Seventeen caught sporadic glimpses of what was happening. They fought hard to keep the monster restrained, in hopes of ending it all, in hopes of not killing any of the fighters that could fight. The baldie first, who had launched himself at the monster after she was taken. Then Vegeta took on the challenge, but he was a joke to this 'Perfect' version of Cell. Then Trunks tried a special technique, as she clearly didn't know how to fight someone like Cell. Seventeen and Eighteen remembered how Cell humiliated her and talked about 'another Trunks'. The lavender-haired had tried again afterwards, and Cell got annoyed at how much he was limited by the Cyborgs' will to get themselves killed instead of staying prisoners of this monster. Seventeen in particular was driven by spite, as he always had been. Despite not causing her any harm, Trunks was removed from combat in a way neither Cyborg truly understood. Then Goku took over the fight, for some reason the Cyborgs couldn't get a sense of, and he just.. quit at some point. Then Cell pumped out mini-versions of himself, but neither Cyborg knew what happened with that.
And then Sixteen was destroyed. Sixteen, whose sole goal was killing Son Goku, who had fought against Cell to protect them, had been greatly damaged, but he had also been repaired by the time this second set of fights happened.
Gohan, a kid they barely knew about, was the one who gave Cell a correction, but he didn't end it, and then Eighteen was expelled, and Seventeen died in the explosion in Otherworld. Neither witnessed the end of the fight. Seventeen and Eighteen filled each other with the information they each got from the mismatch of fighters on the place that they found out was called the Lookout, and from the strange ogre in Otherworld. They knew that Cell had indeed been killed after returning from his self-destruction attempt, more powerful than ever and without them interfering from the inside. And that it was Gohan who killed it, after the monster had killed Trunks.
"What a shitty place for a date," Eighteen complained. The mountains were Gero's lab was located brought her bad memories, even if the mount itself had been leveled, completely destroyed.
Seventeen agreed with a chuckle, clearly he wanted a date but that didn't seem like one. They surveyed the horizon from above, enjoying the view as the first lights illuminated the pine trees of this area near North City. A quiet engine quickly caught on the twins' senses, as Trunks arrived in her hover car. A strange custom model, Seventeen quietly observed.
The three of them spotted each other, and Trunks landed the car in a small piece of grasslands by the edge of the pine forest, hoping the Cyborgs would follow her, which they did. The car was put back into a capsule, and they got a good look at each other. Seventeen and Eighteen hadn't changed since their absorption from Cell; and they looked like they had spent a couple of days outside without a shower, which was true. Trunks had her hair tied at the nape of her neck and a black and yellow casual outfit with dog tags she was gifted by Central City's bunker a while ago.
The Cyborgs and the half-breed judged each other for a minute as Trunks put back the capsule into a capsule case, and pulled another one to toss on the prairie. A house suddenly appeared.
A minute later, the three of them were inside, and Trunks had pulled out of a wardrobe chest a couple of pairs of straight washed out jeans and a white and a black plain t-shirt which she gave to them. The wardrobe was promptly put away afterwards.
"Shower and change, then we'll talk," the lavender-haired stated. After playfully complaining about the lack of style from the clothes, the twins accepted nonetheless. Eighteen was too happy to get out of those gross clothes that still reminded her of the gross mixture she was covered in when she regained consciousness. She had jumped in a lake to try and rub it off, but nothing beat a shower. So she went and took history's longest shower to get rid of the gross memories. Seventeen chose not to shower and just change after cleaning his face; he was mostly clean after all, considering he wasn't regurgitated, he was brought back to life clean and sparkly, but the clothes brought him bad memories. That and his sis needed the shower far more than he did.
Sitting in the minimalist living room with her former enemy while Eighteen was busy in the bathroom was uncanny, but Trunks studied Seventeen closely. Eventually she reached into her hair, untied it, and slid the elastic across the table to Seventeen.
"Please tie your hair," she asked with stern eyes. She'd ask him to cut it instead, but at least if it was tied back, she hoped her instinct stopped recognizing him as the Seventeen she knew.
Seventeen was intrigued by the request, it was through gritted teeth too, and Trunks had been burning holes through him with those ice eyes. It was uncanny. And now with loose hair, he looked even hotter, and boy did he hate being attracted to such difficult people. But he liked a challenge, and a hair tie? That was as close as boyfriends borrowing clothes from each other. He was already wearing Trunks' clothes, wasn't he? Seventeen leaned forward, grabbed the elastic, and tied up his chin-length hair in a medium ponytail. A few strands didn't make it in.
"Like this?"
Trunks closed her eyes a moment, then reopened them, and she nodded, this was different enough.
"Why?"
"So I don't kill you accidentally," was the whispered answer.
"My hair makes you want to kill me?" Now that was a first. Seventeen was intrigued.
"No-" Trunks groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose a moment, annoyed at the curiosity and the obvious fact that they didn't know who she was at all. "I've been conditioned to kill two people that look like you both for over half my life, so I need you both to look different enough so my instincts don't take over."
"You became a Cyborg too?"
Trunks gave a death glare, then shook her head no.
"I am a half-breed Saiyan," she corrected with a frown. "Your sister is taking forever."
"Yeah. Chicks. Figures." Seventeen tried to joke, then raised an eyebrow noticing something when the other crossed his arms. Her arms? "You're not wearing your binder."
"Since you both already know, I opted for comfort." Trunks looked aside a brief moment. Seventeen knew what a binder was.
Eventually Eighteen stepped out of the bathroom in the jeans and white tee she borrowed, with a towel wrapped on her hair.
"No blow-drier?" the blonde asked, and Trunks shook her head no. The Cyborg huffed a little, but the sponge fabric would absorb the water enough over time. Air-drying had its benefits too once the hair wasn't soaked. Still, this was far from the comfort she considered acceptable, but a shower was a good start.
Once the blonde sat near her brother, Trunks observed them silently for a moment. Then she lit herself a cigarette and sighed. Where and how to start…
"So, uh, Trunks. Sorry I broke your sternum." Seventeen said after being nudged over by Eighteen. "Started on the wrong foot innit?"
From the corner of her eye, Trunks saw Eighteen facepalm at the stupid joke that had clearly been rehearsed, and Trunks couldn't help an amused smirk, even if deep down she related with the blonde and died of second hand embarrassment.
"Sorry I blasted you point blank, I guess," she answered back with a shrug, but was not sorry at all. "Goku-san is dead. What do you intend to do now?"
"Enjoy freedom," Eighteen was candid.
"Get into your pants," Seventeen went straight to the point, and Eighteen punched his shoulder. "Get Eighteen into baldie's pants," he corrected, and the red-faced blonde punched him harder.
"His name is Krillin," Trunks somehow was willing to.. help it happen. And Eighteen even got redder. She truly was different from the version of her she knew.
"As for me, forget about it. I am not staying in this world longer than necessary," she warned, pointing her cigarette at Seventeen, then she took a nicotine dose. This was going to be a stressful day. She then reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out her wallet to take out the photo she stole from Mika's place, and tossed it on the table to let them see it.
"I found this."
Eighteen took the picture, and Seventeen leaned in to look. He recognized it, but she didn't.
"That's.. us?"
"Oh I remember this! Man it's been a hot second. You stuffed your face with so much cotton candy you were sick for like, two days. We were taken in by a nice guy for a little while, before-"
He didn't continue his trail of thought, and eyed his sister who looked dark all of the sudden. Seventeen put his arm over her shoulders and whispered something into her ear, before hugging her tight. Trunks didn't question it, she looked away to give them a little privacy. They really weren't like the ones from her world. She really owed Krillin. Eighteen hugged her brother back then let go, looking more distant and cold as she removed the towel from her damp hair. Trunks somewhat related to the blonde, she understood the sudden melancholy, but she didn't say a word about it.
"So you don't intend on killing anyone," she half-stated, half-asked, she needed to be sure, but both Cyborgs shrugged off the accusation.
"No, I mean, going to kill Son Goku was a fun challenge and all, but the whole Cell situation got it out of our system. If we've got a second chance at life.. Gonna make good use of it. Especially for Sixteen." Seventeen repeated more or less what he'd told her two days prior, with a hint of irritation. Trunks heard it again, and approved the sentiment.
"So you're going to tell us what you meant by 'for the last seventeen years'?" Eighteen asked, on edge.
"Yes. But I'd rather not tell the story twice. The 'nice guy' that helped you," she redirected. "Do you remember his name?"
"Mika," Seventeen answered. "Had a son that was like, ten?" he asked with an eye over to probe his sister.
".. I remember them." Eighteen added, a little distant, but this was finally something she remembered, something that felt nice for once. She spoke fondly as she recalled some elements. "The boy had chestnut hair, green eyes. Loved baseball. The dad played the guitar often. Welcoming, warm. No judgment."
That sounded like the Mika she met for sure, even if Trunks didn't know Mika had another child. She decided that since the Cyborgs were basically homeless escapees of a mad scientist, Mika could perhaps help them once more, as clearly they had helped them before they became Gero's creations. She stood from the chair after disintegrating the rest of her smoke.
A few minutes later, they were in Trunks' car, driving over Central City and landed on a roof. During the trip, Trunks said that the person they were going to meet knew her as 'Tora' and she'd appreciate it if they used it, at least at the beginning. Seventeen liked the pet name enough to use it immediately with roar sounds, and Trunks instantly regretted everything. Eighteen just laughed it off and explained that 'he teases you because he likes you', which somehow made it worse. But it also reassured her. As playful as they were, they were far from cruel like the versions she knew.
The time traveler walked down the stairs of the building before knocking at Mika's house. She hoped the two were home, as it was still fairly early in the morning, but past regular open office hours. She couldn't extend her senses to see whether she could feel their kis, mostly because there were far too many people in the building.
The homeowner thankfully opened the door, and smiled brightly seeing his temporary guest and client, then froze seeing who was with them. He got white, as if he had seen a ghost, then went straight to the twins and hugged them tight, exclaiming their names with tears in his eyes. Lapis, Lazuli, and a whole lot of incoherent ramblings about how he was so worried about them, how they disappeared without leaving a trace, how he thought they'd been killed, how it had been so long. Suddenly, Cell's defeat two days prior was completely irrelevant. The Cyborgs froze at the sudden display of affection, and everyone was invited in.
Syowa had more or less the same reaction as her father seeing the pair, but that only left the twins even more confused, until Syowa explained that she was the boy they played baseball with so long ago. She had since realized she was a girl and transitioned, and corrected the name the twins had used. She was to be addressed as Syowa, or Syo-chan. That's when it clicked for Trunks: Mika didn't have another child, Syowa was born as a boy, and that was also why she was so tall; she was trans. No wonder the girl explained it so simply to her when they first met.
The topic of Cell's defeat came out when Syowa noted that everyone caught in the blast and all those people in the smaller cities that disappeared were all brought back to life, and Mika asked point blank if Tora had been the one who defeated him after what they saw on TV. Trunks shook her head no, saying it was one of her allies, and left it at that. To their credit, the Cyborgs were very good at using 'Tora' when talking to or about her. Trunks was careful not to use any names about the Cyborgs, even if she caught their former names from Mika and Syowa. The two never corrected them either so perhaps it was fine.
Mika having silently noted that Tora was binder-free, eventually they all sat at the dining table to have some coffee, as Trunks was more or less ready to explain why she was there and why she brought the twins to Mika. She was ready to come clean about certain things. To the Cyborgs, because she had treated them unfairly and perhaps it would keep them out of trouble, and to Mika and Syowa because she owed them.
"I will be leaving soon, but I promised I'd explain. Please bear with me as it is.. quite a complicated mess. First, I stole a photo from your wall last time I was here. I'm sorry."
Eighteen went through her pockets and took out the photo to give it pack, but Mika shook his head no; it was theirs after all. It was left on the table and Syowa took it to have a good look at it.
"My presence in this dimension is an unbelievable prowess," she more or less repeated what she had explained before to the others. It felt like it'd been decades, but it had only really been a year and a half, from her perspective. "I come from a world that has succumbed to despair, death and blood, where only a few hundred thousand people are alive... all due to two sadistic monsters. Artificial Human units number Seventeen and Eighteen. That was the future as it was written for Earth- it is my world, and that was what I came here to change with the Time Machine, a scientific invention by a genius scientist of my era."
Even if she tried not to, her eyes still focused on the Cyborgs. They looked as shocked as the earthlings.
"These two already know," she indicated the twins, "but my name isn't Tora. It's Trunks. The baby you saw with me," she glanced more towards Mika and Syowa who recognized the name, and who knew about the baby. "That baby is.. well, he should be me. I was born female, while he wasn't."
'No wonder the teenager was confusing and confused when talking about her parents, the baby and so on. They weren't really her parents...' Mika tried making sense of it all. After all, Tora had said she used a binder because of the baby. Between that and the whole flying Golden Defender thing, the fact that Tora came with a Time Machine was just extra weirdness. And this all sounded like a plausible explanation about why Tora had aged and her hair had grown so much in just two days; between the moment she bought the binders and between the moment she came with the baby, more time had passed for her than it did for them.
"Regardless, the existence of the Time Machine created many changes in history, including Cell who also traveled from another future."
Mika quietly nodded, even if he was still in disbelief. This was probably why Tora knew Cell's name before he announced it on TV.
"Hol'up.. we killed everyone in the future?" Seventeen point blank asked. Eighteen elbowed him, she'd caught on how Trunks had been careful not to say they were the Cyborgs in the future, but Seventeen didn't care. Syowa gasped and her and her father looked at the twins with worried eyes. The Lapis and Lazuli she and Mika knew were rowdy, but they weren't mass murderers.
"Yes," Trunks was cold about it. "I do acknowledge you aren't them, because things changed but it does take a lot of self-control to not equate you to them."
Seventeen touched the ponytail he was sporting. No wonder Trunks had asked him to tie his hair; she needed them to look at least a little different.
"And because the me in this world is currently only a baby, this is why you had no intel about me," he added to Eighteen, as she had promised she would explain why they had no idea who this other Saiyan was.
"Wait lemme recap, see if I got this right," Syowa was starting to have a headache. The other four looked at the teenager ready to listen. "You're tellin us you are from the future."
"Yes," well, an alternative future from another universe, but this was useless for them to know.
"What year?"
"784."
"And in 784, the whole world is in shambles because of Lapis and Lazuli," she added, pointing to the pair.
"Because of Cyborgs Seventeen and Eighteen. They killed most of everyone who could fight in 767 and started hunting earthlings for sport and keeping those alive in terror. I was raised in that environment."
Mika didn't like the sound of it all, but it explained why Tora was armed, and clearly fit for combat. Syowa and Mika both knew the teenager knew 'war', but this went beyond their comprehension.
"But Lapis and Lazuli are nice." Syowa was stern in the contradiction; she liked, admired even, the twins when she was a kid, she couldn't believe they'd turn into murderous monsters. Sure they were little rebels, but murderers? Monsters?
"My goal was to change history. Whatever happened when I first interfered, they changed," she glanced back at the twins. 'Sixteen or Cell, probably…'
"So somehow you managed to travel to the past to find a solution." Syowa continued. Trunks acquiesced.
".. You traveled to the past to train with the martial artists who died when you were still a baby." Mika remembered the conversation they had when he refitted Tora's binders. 'My situation is different. I know a lot about them, but they know very little about me, and that's by design, I came to this world to find a way to put an end to the monsters destroying my homeworld, and that consisted in meeting them and learning from them,' the young adult had said. These people were dead in Tora's world, in the future.
"Well that's fucked up," Seventeen interjected. Mika gave him a look about cursing, the same kind of look he'd given the rascal back when he was in his care as a tween. The raven-haired Cyborg vaguely apologized with a shrug.
"And then Cell followed you from the future too?" Syowa continued. Another nod from Trunks. It wasn't exactly that, but the details didn't matter.
"So.. you saved Lap and Laz from becoming monsters, and now the future is all good?"
Trunks fell silent for an instant. She wasn't sure if she should tell the truth or not, especially considering how little she trusted this version of the Cyborgs. She could have saved them, if she had asked the Dragon about it back in 764, but she had no idea about who the human bases were, nor who the scientist was.
"I didn't save them. These are Cyborgs unit number Seventeen and Eighteen. But they are different." The Cyborgs she knew had nothing humane about them, but these two weren't 'so bad', as Krillin had said.
"You are Cyborgs?" Syowa asked her old friends with worry. The twins nodded.
"Yeah we were abducted by the sicko a few years ago," Seventeen stated as if it was any random event. "I dusted the fucker though," he made a thumbs up gesture with a bright smile.
"That's why you disappeared," Mika breathed out with worry.
"Bro remembers more of our human lives than me, but I remembered you," Eighteen smiled with more restraint, but she was genuinely happy to see these two again. Few people had treated them decently when they were runaway kids.
"So.. You're not Lap and Laz anymore?" The teenager was hurt at the prospect of her childhood friends being gone.
The Cyborgs glanced at each other, then both shrugged. They didn't really care to be called one way or the other.
"We'll always be your Lap and Laz," Eighteen winked at the teenager, reassuring her they had not fundamentally changed. Syowa had stars in her eyes and she believed them.
"But what about those in the future, Tora-kun?"
"'Lapis' and 'Lazuli' have long been dead in my world, killed by the scientist who created monsters with their bodies. When I go back, I will destroy them and the laboratory where they were created," Trunks had to be truthful.
It was an uncanny feeling for Eighteen to know another her would die, but it also explained how determined Trunks was when she first attacked her when she broke Vegeta's arm, and then how tense Trunks had been with them both after the whole Cell fiasco. The time traveler could have destroyed them since she got so much more powerful than them, but chose not to. Eighteen and Seventeen had to recognize the mercy they were given.
"We turned into monsters in the future where you come from, then," Eighteen observed.
"Enough so that I had to cut my hair and bind so you wouldn't see me as a girl. The Eighteen I know is immensely cruel to girls with prettier or longer hair than yours, and the Seventeen I know is also a sadist." Trunks ran her fingers through her loose hair. How Eighteen hadn't reacted to it with jealousy since Cell's defeat was only another argument in favor of how different the Cyborgs were between the two universes.
"I bet Vegeta will absolutely flip if he knew he had a daughter stronger than him," Eighteen had to observe with a smug, proud smile. After all, Vegeta had quite the temper and pride, and she'd been on the receiving end of it when she decided to finally get serious and punish his overconfident ass.
"My father died at the hands of the Cyborgs when I was an infant. That man is the baby boy's father, but not mine, and that is why he must never know," Trunks frowned. The possibility that Vegeta knew already was not something she wanted to entertain, carefully refusing to let that thought linger, but she mostly focused on her alternate self' upbringing. "I don't owe him, or anyone else anything. You are the only few in this era that know. Mika and Syowa because you helped me get fitted, the pharmacists because they wouldn't give me the patches otherwise, and you two because I know Sixteen told you. My existence shouldn't interfere with Trunks' identity nor his upbringing. Vegeta-san and everyone else must never find out."
"Take it easy, we won't tell anyone," Seventeen tried to distract. He caught on that the initial hatred Trunks had towards him and his sister was because they made her life miserable. "Right sis?" He asked Eighteen to confirm, and Eighteen confirmed with an uncaring shrug. She wasn't info gossip, and had no reason to tell anything to anyone.
Trunks calmed down, drank some more coffee and looked away, doing her best to contain her temper. She didn't trust them, but once she was out of this universe, she couldn't do anything about it.
"But then somehow you were born a boy?" Syowa asked.
"Somehow. He just turned one year old, and he was born a few months before I was supposed to be born, so he is technically my genetic older brother. Something happened that changed that and it is the reason why I ended up continuing wearing a binder."
"Wait, wait, wait that means I'll need to wait two whole ass decades before I can hit on him?"
Seventeen couldn't care less about his future counterpart being dead, or being killed by Trunks once his crush returned home, or about Vegeta and his acceptance of a potential daughter, or about how Cell came to this world and absorbed him and his sister more or less because of Trunks' Time Machine. He just did the math, and realized the daughter of Vegeta not being from this era meant he'd have to wait on the native version of this world to grow up. And that boy was only a year old.
Trunks stared blankly through Seventeen. She was speechless. 'What the fuck did I just hear?'
"Goddamnit stop thinking with your dick, you weirdo," Eighteen was mortified on everyone else's behalf and tried scolding some sense into her horny brother.
Syowa had a little surprised yelp about the sudden conversation shift that was clearly out of place. Mika gave the twins a disapproving fatherly stare as he didn't like his daughter hearing such nasty conversations. The twins mumbled a more sincere apology.
"At least let me take you out on a date before you go," Seventeen whined.
Trunks blinked slowly. "You.. haven't heard anything I've just said?"
"Sure did. Gero turned us into Cyborgs. Future me and Future sis are monsters who killed everyone, and you're gonna kill them when you return to 784. Us, though, for some reason, we didn't turn out like that. We're good Cyborgs, not evil Cyborgs." Seventeen was bright and hopeful and far too candid about it all. "Also, if you were born in 766 and you came from 784, that means you're legal. You're eighteen right?"
"I want a date with Tora-kun, too," Syowa blurted out, all red in the face, and Trunks as well as Mika just about spat out their coffee.
"Hey I called dibs! But alright, just because it's you Syo-chan, I can share," Seventeen found it all far too amusing not to be playful, even keeping it somewhat appropriate. Syowa and Eighteen both made a face at Seventeen's offer of a compromise, as this was Lapis' idea of 'fun' since forever.
"Anyway," Trunks cleaned herself up with a handkerchief, trying to change the subject as far away as possible from dating and whatnot. "I think these two would appreciate your guidance to stay out of trouble, Mika-san." It was hard ignoring how relentless Seventeen was about trying to date her. Why was everyone interested in her dating life?!
"You can count on me." Mika had a hard time recovering from the rowdy teen behavior as well, he was too old for all of this. And as much as he liked Tora as a person, he wasn't sure the young adult was good dating material for his daughter.
Considering how well behaved the Cyborgs were being, despite the banters, and how they both seemed to genuinely like Syowa and Mika, Trunks was somewhat at ease with letting Mika handle them. The pair seemed to respect Mika as a sort of authority figure. She had to trust Krillin's judgment too. She grabbed her capsule case and wallet from her pocket. She pulled a few banknotes she'd taken out of the ATM with her pre-charged card, more or less divided it into three, and handed one small stack to Eighteen, one to Seventeen and a slightly larger one to Mika. Probably a dozen thousand zeni in total.
"This is for you to have a good starting point for clothes and other expenses, and this is for Mika-san to arrange whatever necessary to help you both find a sense of normalcy." She then took a capsule from the capsule case and tossed it to Eighteen who caught it effortlessly. "I will have no need for this house anymore either, so make good use of it. It is my best attempt at giving you back your life."
Eighteen pocketed the gifts with a stunned face. ".. Thanks," she managed to finally say. Seventeen was just as baffled by the generosity and looked at Trunks as she had two heads.
"They are now much more powerful than you are, so even after my departure, you better behave," Trunks warned the twins with a wary look. They both guessed she meant Vegeta and Gohan, at the very least.
"I can't accept this, Tora-kun," Mika was just as stunned, he tried giving the money back but the time traveler was having none of it; she wanted him to put it to good use as her world had little use for it.
Trunks eventually accepted shaking hands with the two Cyborgs, even if she was still hesitant and tense about it, years of conditioning wouldn't go away in a few days. She also gave her farewells to Mika and Syowa, and thanked them again for their help with everything.
She was back at Capsule Corp a little after lunch and quickly checked that her bedroom was empty before sliding in, locking the door and the window. Gohan had made the bed and put the sword back on the desk. He had also taken the note that was left for him. She decided she would change back into the binder after a well deserved nap, with her sword, and with Gohan's scent still in the bed sheets. It was comforting after a stressful but productive morning.