"Hey, I said are you alright?" Val heard Bulma's voice draw her out of daze.
Val blinked up, looking across their breakfast table at her. She had been staring at the infant Trunks in the high chair nearby Bulma, not doing much beyond making childish noises. It was hard to imagine him as the time traveler. The time traveler who brought Goku medicine, but not her. "Oh, nothing, I'm fine," she mumbled, looking over at Bulma. She wondered what could have happened between them in the other time line to warrant only one vial of medicine, not two, being brought back in time.
"Maybe you should take a rest today instead of training. You seem to be zoning out a lot lately," Bulma commented.
Val shrugged, finishing off her own breakfast. "I'll be fine. I need to catch up since I fell behind after helping out with the viral outbreak," she explained, thinking now how she felt woefully behind Piccolo, Goku, and Gohan and the sinking feeling that the three days she was out training with them was somehow holding them back more than it was propelling her forward.
"If you train too much, you risk hurting yourself. But then again, just like Vegeta, you don't much listen," Bulma commented.
Val looked over at her, thinking and frowning. Maybe for some reason in the other time line, she had not approved of the two of them. She shook her head. "I'll be fine. But thanks," she said.
Bulma leaned down by Trunks, poking him in the chest. "Well maybe I can get you to listen to me," she teased. It lead to him grabbing her by the finger.
Val smiled at that before saying farewell to them. She flew out towards Goku's village, mind trying to puzzle out more of her thoughts from earlier. Bulma built the time machine. She sent Trunks back in time. She sent him with medicine for the heart virus. One set only though... But Val had also gotten the heart virus and nearly died, should have died. Then why just one... What could have happened between the two of them to warrant that. Saving the two of them would have just as easy as saving one. However, she had known Goku years longer than Val... That did not warrant one dose only though. Some kind of fallout must have happened in the other time line to warrant it, but Val could not think of what that was. She shook her head. Whatever fallout must have happened, must be on the verge of happening, she would avoid it.
She paused in her flight midair. Fallout... Val had refused to listen to her and rest. Maybe that was what started it, the not listening. She debated going back then and there to remedy the situation. She needed to train though. She flew forward, deciding to make it up to Bulma later and avoid any fallout between the two of them no matter what the cause.
She landed near the village where Goku and Gohan were warming up before training. After exchanging greetings with them, she asked, "Where's Piccolo?" She looked around and sensed around, surprised not to see him there.
"Oh, he did not tell you? He went up to see Kami. But then I guess it was just a spur of the moment decision," Goku explained.
"He was kind of agitated when he left," Gohan added.
"When is he not," she muttered good naturedly. She looked up at the sky in the direction of the Lookout, debating what to do. She looked down at her bracelets. One did have a noticeable crack in it and would eventually need repaired by Kami. She could go up and ask with Piccolo there. Him being there might keep Kami from asking her to become guardian again before she was ready to make a decision. "My bracelets are a bit damaged," she added, running a finger over the most noticeable crack.
Goku walked over to her, running his own finger over another crack in the bracelet. "Probably a good idea. But it's not like you're going to curse anyone by accident anytime soon," he sound unafraid.
She blinked up at him seizing him by the forearm with both hands. He looked down at her curiously and without any fear. She could feel his pulse was strong and slow, unchanging. He trusted her not to harm him. She looked up at him, trying to see if she noticed any signs of the virus. He looked beyond healthy, nothing like the patients she had seen with the virus. She let go, taking a few steps back. "I should still get them fixed sooner rather than later," she reasoned. "I'll see if I or if we can't be back later today to train."
He shrugged, seeming nonplused by her offered commitment to training. "Just do whatever you think is best," he said casually.
In spite of his tone and jovial attitude, she felt a heaviness in her chest, making her ears draw back. She could not place why she felt that way though. Nothing in what he said nor did should have made her sense anything like that. She bid them farewell and flew off into the sky towards the Lookout.