Notes:
As you've noticed, I also usually change pronouns in the narration depending on who's point of view or observations we follow. Krillin and Gohan both use he/him when talking about/to Trunks, but Krillin uses "Trunks" and Gohan "Tora-san".br /
So unless it's a specific PoV, in the general narration I will be feminine pronouns for the Trunks you've been following all this time, but I will also be using "Tora" (which was only used in terms of narration in Gohan's PoV) because, well, 787 has a native Trunks ;)
Reminder about canon timelines:
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Krillin, holding back his thoughts about changing his mind and not wanting to come anymore, was holding on in Gohan's pocket, and Gohan was gripping firmly on Trunks' jacket, unsure what to expect about the trip. When the button was pressed, both of them had closed their eyes, while Tora firmly looked ahead and at the commands and regularly at her watch to input another command. Gohan noticed how Tora's heart beat faster. Then a sudden gravity push, then some dizziness.
It was her fourth time 'leaping' through space-time, and she had faith in her mother's technical genius, after all, there was no reason for it to go wrong, even if this wasn't exactly her mother's Time Machine. She checked her watch briefly again, then put her hands back on the commands.
"We've arrived," she stated as she drove the Time Machine quietly above the city, carefully avoiding the cranes and other construction machines. She even had to turn on the lights of the vehicle to be able to see what she was doing, considering the night-time they arrived in.
Gohan perked up and Trunks moved back to let him sit up and look through the glass dome, first noticing the night sky. Krillin also perked up from the pocket, but much more slowly, he was more dizzy.
The West City they appeared in was in full swing construction. Or reconstruction. Trunks smiled as she saw this alternative version of the city she left in ruins was actually back on track to thrive, like its past version did. A few stars were visible; more so than in 767 (which had quite the amount of light pollution, compared to 784 or 787). Fewer city noises too. And then something hit them like a truck. It was warm. So much warmer. Trunks was used to it, but Gohan and Krillin both commented on it, and she realized they didn't know.
"783's summer was also warm like this, the planet's climate changed a lot because of the Cyborgs…" She explained and slowly descended on an empty street, not too far from the Capsule Corp compound.
"So.. it worked?" Krillin's small voice asked while Gohan watched carefully over the city.
"It's June 1st, 787, 11:30pm, so yes. It's been.. about five days since Cell stole this Machine." And since it killed her alternate self. The return procedure had worked as intended, even if five days was.. long, compared to the two hours from her first trip. At least according to her watch.
Trunks landed and went through the procedures to turn everything off, after checking the fuel reserves. Not completely empty, but far from enough for a single trip. She then opened the dome, and Gohan took it as a cue to let go of her jacket and get out.
Once everyone was out, the Machine was secured in its capsule, and Krillin had returned to his normal size and removed his jacket because of the heat, they slowly started walking towards Capsule Corp. The initial dizzy feeling left both Gohan and Krillin, even if the monk mentioned he thought he was going to be sick from the different pressure changes.
"How does your watch know, by the way?" Gohan wondered. He'd seen the watch show some sort of map at some as well, the piece of technology was no ordinary watch.
"My watch? It is connected to an old multi-purpose Capsule Corp satellite. With its GPS and its atomic clock, it gives me precise time, position and topography."
"So, what's our plan? Pop in and say 'surprise, Bulma-san'?" Krillin probed, knowing it would not be the right solution. Trunks shook her head no, even if it would have been a perfectly viable plan for her mother.
"This version of Bulma lost her child five days ago, and she certainly does not expect ghosts from the past to suddenly appear. Or me , the spitting image of the one she just buried. We will have to be careful."
While the dome was still there, and had been rebuilt properly, the trio noticed some lights were on. 'Mother doesn't go to sleep early either,' Trunks observed with a little sorrow. If separating the Bulma from 764 and 767 from her 784-mother had been fairly easy, separating this 787 one from her would be much, much harder.
"Are you sure she knows twenty-year-old-you is dead?"
"Cell mentioned it ambushed 787-Trunks when he was about to use the Time Machine. I do not believe for an instant she wasn't near him at the time, as my mother always saw me off. Not only does she know, but I am fairly confident she saw it… " Tora wondered quietly why Cell hadn't killed Bulma either. The monster didn't mention her, and would have if only to torture her more.
"You think Cell didn't kill her?"
"She's alive, I can sense her." Gohan added and pointed at the building.
"Older-me most certainly.." Tora couldn't finish her sentence, only imagining to what lengths she would have gone to so her mother would be safe should she be ambushed by a creature such as Cell.
"Poor Bulma-san, that monster," Gohan whispered bitterly.
"We're here to fix it," Krillin gently patted Gohan's arm, supportive as he'd always been. Trunks agreed with the sentiment.
"I know this version of her best, so please wait here. It would be unwise for you to trigger her self-defense traps," she added with a knowing smile.
This Bulma had two decades of experience fending mostly for herself, making her that much more dangerous than the one they knew; of course she would be armed. The two agreed after pondering whether the shock of seeing her deceased son was the wisest choice. Tora had a plan, however. She trusted that this version of her mother was similar enough to the 784 one to be able to handle her. The time traveler removed the sword from her back and handed it to Gohan for safekeeping.
Tora circled Capsule Corp slowly, finishing a smoke as she went to build up courage to enter and see a version of her mother. The lights being on meant that Bulma had moved some living quarters or the lab out of the undergrounds. She checked the hidden entrances she used back at home, reaching the undergrounds, and they were still there and had the same protections she knew. She then checked the doors and windows, and slowly focused her senses to find her mother. Well, not exactly her, but an older version of her mother. She localized her in what she knew was her version of the kitchen.
The time traveler decided to enter through the undergrounds, and carefully avoided or disarmed the traps to sneak back into what was uncannily similar. She worked without the lights on, moving slowly through the similar layout, crouching behind boxes and old furniture. Some things had changed in three years, especially with the fact that the pair hadn't been living under constant state of emergency anymore, but not enough had changed for Trunks to not feel right at home. The underground lab still had tools and materials in it; another project, certainly.
She found herself just underneath her 'older' mother at some point, and thought of a plan of action. Surprise the woman before she could react violently to quickly establish her identity, hoping the smarts would kick in before the shock and horror of her existence. Tora climbed the stairs silently, and quickly hid behind a wall when Bulma left the kitchen to go back to the living room. This version of her was wearing pajamas and a robe, she was dragging her feet and humming a song before stopping and sobbing.
A screech and a broken cup of coffee later, Tora had jumped on her mother, grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her firmly so she wouldn't fall, hurt herself, grab weapons or a capsule. The familiar scent of Bulma and tobacco reached her. The fight or flight response was immediate, and Bulma tried to kick and knee the aggressor, but Tora properly secured her, taking the hits without flinching and blocking her legs by pushing her against the corridor's wall. Controlling her strength was the hardest part of the ordeal while waiting until the woman started tiring or giving up. Recognition hit the middle-aged scientist and she became white. The lighter lavender hair was tied back in a medium-high ponytail, with a couple of loose strands, but the face and the eyes were all identical.
Bulma's long hair, loosely tied back, was slightly brighter, more colorful than Tora remembered, perhaps she had dyed her hair. No trace of white hairs either. Her eyes had worse dark circles than Tora had ever seen, clearly the woman hadn't been sleeping or eating properly in days, and she felt lighter than her version of her. Bulma started crying, but the intruder didn't let go, holding her wrists firmly, then slowly pulled her closer.
"Trunks? How?! No! You're dead!" Bulma rambled, panicking, remembering the horrors, believing she was seeing a ghost, or having a lucid nightmare. "That monster killed you!" she croaked in frustration and despair, what kind of sick joke was this?
"Multiverse theory."
Tora kept her words few, in hopes of the message being clear and blunt enough to snap Bulma out of it as fast as possible.
"Oh." The Brief brain kicked in and chased the panic away. "Oh! You are the baby of the timeline my son changed?"
"No, I'm another one who traveled to the past to save Goku-san," she smiled gently and slowly relaxed the firm hold, her mind confirming once and for all that this Trunks was indeed male, which meant she couldn't confide in her either. She hoped she would be similar enough to her Trunks.
"Wait but the monster! I changed the coordinates, did it die?"
"Yes, it's all solved. I brought you the coordinates to New Namek as well as a spaceship." Tora went straight to the point, and Bulma slowly started to relax, even if she was still trembling and crying from the shock.
"You did? Oh my baby will be wished back! And perhaps everyone else!" She fully held on to her alternative son until she calmed down and the reality of the situation fully settled. The young adult never let go of this version of her mother, to make sure she wouldn't fall or hurt herself. The contact was soothing for the both of them.
A minute later, Bulma, who had cleaned her face and changed into lab overalls, was introduced to 'past versions' of Gohan and Krillin, and Bulma gushed about how cute and small Gohan looked with his white shirt and short hair, and how Krillin hadn't changed at all in twenty years. The shock of seeing two people she knew were dead brought tears to her eyes, and her hugs only got more emotional. Gohan in particular, as he knew this version of Bulma knew an older version of him, and entrusted her son to him, tried to sooth his dad's childhood friend. This Bulma had lost so much, but she held on with dignity.
Unfortunately for Krillin, he mentioned how she looked 'only ten years older' than the one he knew, which Bulma didn't appreciate at all, and Gohan and Tora quietly laughed at the misstep and the subsequent punishment. This was Bulma, alright.
Krillin noted that this Bulma, despite being in her fifties, was much more physically fit than the version he knew; the punch she gave him for mentioning her age hurt. Bulma was no martial artist, but she had been physically active, without a doubt. 'With everyone dead she had to fend for herself…'
Then a brief explanation of the four universes theory was given, complete with pen and paper. This (787) was the 'first' universe, there was the 767 universe that 787-Trunks helped, there was 784-Tora's universe (who explained briefly how her first trip was different from Trunks' first trip, as she departed at sixteen and not seventeen to meet Goku), and then there was the 767-universe where these versions of Krillin and Gohan came from. The universe where 'Tora' and the Time Machine with Cell landed in. And how Gohan was the one who killed the monster. Which earned the boy another hug from this tough as nails version of Bulma, who thanked him for avenging her son. Bulma was a genius, so she caught on easily to everything.
Bulma explained how she tried interfering with the Time Machine with her son's watch, as she had theorized that perhaps it would be possible to 'break something' and create a paradox that would perhaps kill the monster. Instead, it created a whole other timeline, it seemed. A couple of headaches later, the theory talk was dropped.
"This is going to get confusing when older-Trunks-san will be brought back, right, Tora-san?"
"It will certainly not be the same experience as the one I had with meeting the baby," Tora admitted with a slight smile. She was nervous. After all, she was the only one able to meet her alternate self so far, and while she liked the baby, it was a baby.
"And why's your hair long like that, young man?" The older woman tried to mother this younger version of her son, and Tora grumbled a little.
"Mother will cut it once I go back, if she wants to. And as similar as you are to her, Bulma-san, you aren't my mother." Tora established boundaries firmly, even if it hurt.
"Pfft sucks to be you, you've got two mothers now."
"That's what Bulma-san said, too", Krillin noted. "The 767 one," he added.
"Three mothers, then." Bulma corrected without missing a beat.
"I have not seen my mother in over a year, please have some pity," Tora's gaze got a little darker as she whispered.
Bulma eyed her alternative son carefully and saw the pained expression, and nodded, understanding the boundary even if she instantly loved this younger version of her son. It was strange, considering how accepting her own Trunks had been about having 'other parents'.
A couple of cigarettes later from Bulma's part (and Tora's, and since this world's Trunks didn't smoke, that earned her a scolding from Bulma), and the reality of multiverse theory made sense. This Trunks wasn't her son, but he was nearly identical. Perhaps a little shorter, and a little more aloof. Like her Trunks was when he was younger. But this Trunks was also far more.. aggressive, in a way, and far more distant when talking about people in general. Bulma noted how her son instantly said 'mom and dad' about the past versions of his parents, which was why this younger Trunks denying the parentage surprised her. A brief explanation about Cell's goal (absorb the Cyborgs) and his death later, Bulma was reassured everything went alright. The three of them carefully avoided saying the Cyborgs had turned (somewhat) good and survived, considering the spiteful words Bulma had used when it came to all of the tragedies that followed her and her son. Sixteen, Nineteen and Twenty weren't mentioned either.
"So. We're going to New Namek," Bulma said as she tapped her ashes off.
"You are going to New Namek. They know you, it will make things easier. The Namekians may recognize Vegeta-san in me, so I intend on staying here."
"Oh right…" Bulma noted, remembering how awful Vegeta was at the time. Krillin and Gohan both approved the sentiment, especially as Gohan remembered Dende's reluctance. Surely they could just.. keep quiet about it, but it wasn't something Tora entertained. She would be recognized with their physical similarities.
"We cannot leave the Time Machine unprotected and I need to put it to charge. The trip to New Namek will take some time and it would be best if these two could be taken back as soon as the mission has been accomplished. Only then will I be able to go home to 784 and destroy my version of the Cyborgs," Tora concluded. She had thought about everything.
"Wait, 784? Trunks, that means you're seventeen?"
"Biologically, I'm actually eighteen and.. about three months. Complicated story." Tora tried to wave it off.
"You've not defeated your Cyborgs yet.." Bulma realized. "Why are you here?" She asked with worry.
"Because Cell killed your Trunks and I couldn't accept it. I had an opportunity to get the coordinates to New Namek, and figured it would be unfair… It made more sense to use your Time Machine first, then go back to 767, then use my Time Machine instead of going back home, then returning, then coming here, then returning once more to 767 to be able to come back home," Tora explained with her finger traveling from timeline to timeline on the paper.
"That's Tora-san for you," Gohan smiled. His friend was selfless and efficient like that, and those were qualities he admired.
"Son-kun or even my young-self could've used the return procedure themselves, they didn't need you to postpone your own return," Bulma questioned.
Gohan got a little somber and Krillin put his hand on his shoulder for a moment and whispered reassuring words to his best friend's son. Tora looked at them both an instant, then back to her alternative mother to explain.
"Goku-san died with Cell."
"Oh I'm sorry sweetie," Bulma got closer to Gohan to give him a hug, which he accepted and gave back. This was a twenty year flashback for Bulma, who had hugged a similar-aged boy when his father died of the heart virus.
"It's ok, Bulma-san, he chose to stay dead so as not to endanger the planet anymore, he said he'd get to fight history's strongest people..." Gohan's voice broke a little, as he relayed Goku's words. After all, they could've used the Namekian Dragon Balls, but Gohan distinctly remembered Goku's wish for them not to.
"That's so like Son-kun, finding a new adventure in all circumstances," Bulma had a little dry laugh. Krillin agreed with a fond smile of his deceased best friend.
"As for 767-Bulma-san, she has a one year old demanding rascal to raise, and I selfishly wanted.. I need to meet him. Your son." Tora added after a little silence. Assertive, unwilling to budge.
"Stubborn like your parents and wanting to see things through.. You're truly a Trunks," Bulma noted with a little pleased smile. Tora appreciated the differentiation even if Bulma clearly adopted her already.
"I am powerful and smart enough to stay by myself, it is more efficient to split. And if Bulma-san is like Mother, she will want to make the wish herself. I do not want her to be without protection though."
"And no way in hell am I leaving my lab and my greatest invention in the hands of tech-illiterates." Gohan and Krillin guarding the Time Machine was out of the question.
"It'll be like our first trip to Namek, Bulma-san," Gohan observed with a smile. For him and Krillin, it was only a few years ago, and Bulma teared up at the decades old memories.
Krillin considered staying on Earth, as Gohan was certainly much stronger and more capable to protect the fifty year-old tech genius, but truth was he feared staying with Tora alone; the young adult had a temper. And Tora preferred Bulma having extra protection.
They planned to leave the next morning. Tora put the Machine in the lab so it would start charging already. This world's Bulma had already enhanced the code to make charging more efficient, in the three years of peace they had, but with Tora's computer and the data from 767, a few improvements could be made. This world's Trunks hadn't had a chance to take all of the data from 767-Capsule Corp, so with all combined, including more energy supplies thanks to a partially rebuilt infrastructure, it would take a little over three months to charge.
The Gravity Room was next, and Tora gave Bulma the compass Kaio-sama had given her. With Dr Brief' calculations, it would take a solid six to seven weeks to reach New Namek. Bulma figured they'd wish to be transported back if possible.
While the Briefs went into tech-talk, Krillin and Gohan went out to explore this world that was the future that was meant to be theirs. It had been three years since the Cyborgs had been defeated, but the scars on the landscape were still visible. Multiple battlegrounds, pollution, wild corrupted nature but also few forests and the distinct dread that came with a dying planet. Infrastructure had only started to build again, and a few generators were used to supply the small, scattered population in energy. The reality of the Cyborg's rampage hit the two intruders like a train, and it was especially hard for Krillin who had seen the humanity in their versions of them.
"No wonder Tora-san was so angry at us.." Gohan had to observe, sensing just how few people had survived the carnage in twenty years.
Tora had tried to let them solve it their own way, but Gohan had agreed with Bulma when she said they should use the Dragon Balls to find the scientist and prevent the problem from happening altogether. Gohan didn't like fighting, it was a last resort solution, but everyone from his father to Piccolo to Tenshinhan had thought of it as a challenge. Even if a common enemy turned Vegeta into an ally.
"Yeah. Our world ended up alright, even if we got stupid when Cell appeared. Trunks saw the dangers, but thankfully he doesn't resent us.. I hope."
Neither could imagine exactly how frustrated Tora had been with the gang who sabotaged his efforts at every turn. Krillin confessed to Gohan that he had destroyed the remote that would have killed Eighteen, which would have prevented Cell from reaching perfection.
"You know, Vegeta let Cell go absorb Eighteen, for 'a better challenge'."
"Vegeta-san did that? He must have felt very confident in his ability…"
"Trunks tried to intervene and kill Cell. Vegeta attacked him. He said he broke two of his ribs…"
"Oh.." Gohan could somewhat relate. When his father tossed a Senzu bean at Cell, he felt immense betrayal. Not only to him, but to Tora as well, who had gone to great lengths to try and show them how Cell fought and weakened the monster enough before Cell grew tired of it. The child remembered how angry Tora had gotten with Goku for that stunt.
"Yeah. Vegeta's not really a good dad, but I think Trunks always knew which is why he's been correcting us about it."
Gohan nodded quietly. Knowing how Tora had written in his diary about 'father' when they were in the Room of Spirit and Time, he could only imagine how much it must have hurt to have been able to accept their father-son bond, only to have to be betrayed like that. And Krillin didn't know that Tora had accepted Vegeta as his father… only to have to renounce it.
"Tora-san is tough." Gohan tried to convince himself his friend would be alright.
"He is. Well, he fought Vegeta, and then he found us; Sixteen, Eighteen, Cell and me. I felt his desire to kill us all and be done with it all but… He didn't. He also didn't kill Vegeta."
"That's good," Gohan appreciated his friend's restraint and smiled.
"I think Vegeta knew he messed up after Trunks saved him. I gave him a Senzu, but when we felt Tora go all out to keep Cell busy, he got all.. dull."
Krillin then briefly explained how Trunks had planned to use the Mafuba, but it failed because Cell knew the technique. He also mentioned how Cell taunted Trunks at some point, but he was too far to hear it, and then he left. Trunks then tried to finish destroying Sixteen, but completely shut down the moment Bulma arrived; he shouldn't have remained conscious for so long after using the Mafuba like that.
They later discussed how in the end Vegeta had seen the wrongs in his actions, when he threw his life away by attacking Cell with everything in a desperate act of grief and hate, and then refused anyone touching 'his heir's body'. Krillin also told Gohan how he and Yamcha had retold that story to Trunks, when they were out drinking at Roshi's.
"I think Vegeta-san understands how private Tora-san is. He's got many scars too, I guess that's why."
"Scars?" Krillin knew Vegeta had some scars as well, he'd seen them on Namek, but he never noticed them on his son.
"Yeah, he's usually covered," Gohan traced on his own sleeves and on his hands the scars he'd seen on the other's arms and hands. "I think it's worse under his clothes, the Cyborgs have been very cruel in his world."
Gohan remembered the state of his alternate self's body, including the stump and missing arm, but apart on rare occasions when he fought in a tee or in a tank top, Tora always covered up from neck to wrists and ankles. The state of the planet they were visiting also confirmed how destructive the Cyborgs had been, and the two martial artists didn't doubt for an instant that they did similar horrors to the people they killed.
"Uh. I didn't see them even when he was just wearing a t-shirt."
"I spent more time closer to him," was Gohan's only explanation, even if he had seen those marks when he fought his father during Tora's first stay in 764.
Vegeta also tended to cover up, Krillin observed. It was a little strange as he didn't remember Raditz or Nappa covering up at all, and Vegeta had changed in front of him and Gohan back in the Freeza ship on Namek. Bulma wasn't exactly shy, so it was strange.
"It must have been a hard life."
Krillin knew, from the state of this world, and knowing it was similar to the one Tora came from, that it took their ally a lot of restraint to not actually go ahead and destroy the Cyborgs after he came back to life. Being raised in such an environment can break a kid like that. He thanked all gods listening for Tora's leftover compassion, as he hadn't, indeed, killed the Cyborgs, he had spared Sixteen, and he didn't let Vegeta die either.
Bulma had a well deserved nap before morning, while Gohan, Krillin and Tora didn't sleep, considering they departed in the morning and in their own inner clock, it was perhaps noon. Even if neither Tora nor Gohan had slept at all that night. The trio had a little snack outside of the compound, while Tora smoked, on some sort of improvised picnic. Most of the ruble had been cleared, but it was far from the luxurious gardens the Briefs once enjoyed. Tora confirmed this was indeed exactly like her world, except everything was finally at peace.
By three in the morning, the weather started changing so they got back into the compound thanks to Bulma's key, and they decided to wait out in the living room.
"You had already everything planned, Tora-san, didn't you?" Gohan asked casually while nibbling on some crackers and getting comfortable on the couch.
"Not really. I knew I wanted to come here the moment I read the Time Machine's logs.. I thought I would come alone. I cannot say I am unhappy with your decision to come as well, because that means this Bulma and this world will both be safe while we do what is needed.."
Tora had first wanted to come alone, accompany Bulma, then charge the Machine, but if they could save some time… When Gohan offered to come, he was so adamant she couldn't refuse him, and decided to turn it into an opportunity. Krillin coming as well was unexpected, but not unwelcome; Gohan didn't like fighting, but he'd defend Bulma against all threats, Tora knew it.
Gohan repressed a yawn at some point, and both adults noticed. Tora knew the boy hadn't slept, because she felt his ki while she was working on her computer and thinking about Vegeta's last words to her in the music room, but he had also not gone to her. The adults glanced at each other, and Tora went from her armchair to the couch and invited Gohan to come closer. She guessed he had fought off sleep because of the nightmares, and Gohan got red knowing he'd been found out. He accepted the offer nonetheless and was asleep before his head nested on the hollow of her neck, her left arm holding his shoulders while he grabbed on her jacket.
"You are good with kids, aren't you, Trunks?" Krillin got his armchair a little closer to talk to Tora, hoping not to wake Gohan, but still curious nonetheless. Krillin had caught wind from Bulma how he'd been a great babysitter for his baby-self.
"I guess so," Tora had a quiet laugh and gently rubbed Gohan's shoulders. "I am only reproducing what I lived when I was his age.. Gohan-san was very patient with me, it would be rude not to return the favor."
".. Gohan did?.. Oh, you mean you knew your version of him!" Krillin exclaimed, then put his hand on his mouth as he'd been a little loud. Tora dismissed the loudness and agreed with the statement.
"Don't worry," she kept her voice normal, figuring Gohan was just as much as a heavy sleeper when comfortable than his version of him was. "Yes, my version of him more or less raised me until his death. Even if Goku-san passed, I want Gohan-san to have a childhood, as neither my version of him nor I had one. He didn't sleep at all last night."
"Nightmares, mh?" Krillin asked for confirmation, which Tora gave easily. "He had them on our way to Namek, and while waiting for Goku to return from space too," the monk confirmed. "He trusts you," he added with a smile seeing how Gohan went to Tora's arms without reserve.
"I trust him too," Tora admitted with a fond smile. "Krillin-san, thank you for caring for him."
"Uh? What do you mean?"
As she reminisced how Krillin had ordered her to get away from Gohan when they first met, in 764, Tora did her best to let Gohan sleep in her arms all while the both of them were still somewhat comfortable. Krillin had a nervous laugh, he had been brave because it is his best friend's son and Tora was a mysterious stranger who had just destroyed Freeza and an even stronger opponent. What if Tora hadn't gotten away from Gohan? Then what? Krillin couldn't follow up on his order to 'leave Gohan alone'.
Tora didn't admit she didn't sleep that previous night either, even if it looked very appealing to fall asleep there, comfortable on the couch with Gohan as the familiarity of the situation wasn't lost on her instincts. She fought it as much as she could. She'd sleep once they'd departed. And talking to Krillin about miscellaneous subjects was interesting, especially their first adventure to Namek. Her mother had told her a limited version as she mostly experienced waiting and hiding.