Four days later, Goku was still recovering from his illness. He was still bedridden, although he thrashed a little less now and his sleep became a little more peaceful. ChiChi was always by his side, feeding and washing him, and generally taking care of his needs. Kuririn and the others were there too, training and keeping a lookout for the cyborgs. The TV was turned on to the news channnel but so far they had heard nothing about the cyborgs.

"They knew we're no match against them," Kuririn thought as he turned the remote control to another channel. "They were programmed to kill Goku and that's all they're gonna do." Then his thoughts returned to No.18... and that kiss. It was the first time Kuririn was ever kissed by a woman. He remembered her lips were cold, as cold as her eyes. But that kiss... it was just a peck on his cheek, but it sent chills down his spine. And it wasn't all out of fear.

"Hey, Kuririn!" Kuririn was awaken from his thoughts by Yamucha. He was looking at him strangely. "Are you all right? I just wondered if you'd like to spar with me."

"Yeah. I'm OK. Sure, let's spar." That would take his mind off that kiss. And those eyes. And that voice. And that face. And...

Bulma watched as baby Trunks slept in his crib. She could still remember how horrified she was when her plane was shot down by No.20 and all she could think of was Trunks' safety. Luckily, Trunks, that is the future Trunks had managed to rescue them both. Then he flew off after Vegeta, saying something about not wanting his father dying again. It was a shock to her to learn that the shy teenager was actually her baby son, all grown up. That explains the resemblance she noticed when she first met him three years ago. Indeed, now that she knows of his identity, she wondered how she didn't see it before. He looked so much like Vegeta. Bulma's face darkened a little as she thought about the father of her son. He didn't give a damn that she and his son were nearly killed. All he cared about was fighting, and his stupid pride. Not for the first time, she wondered if he ever cared about his new family. She cared about him. It was all she could do to keep a straight face in front of Trunks and the others, acting like she didn't care that he didn't care. But inside she was hurt, to think that his pride mattered more to him than his own family, and probably always will. But then, she's always known that, hadn't she? Vegeta was all pride and jealousy and anger. But what about that time, when she had conceived Trunks, when he did act like he's got other feelings, ...or did he? Ahh...fuck him, Bulma thought angrily. I've got better things to do than spend my time thinking about him.

"Mom! I'm going out! Could you take care of Trunks?" she called out to her mother.

"Where are you going, dear?"

"Gero's lab." she replied curtly.

"Gero's lab? But..."

"Don't worry, mom. Gero's dead, and the cyborgs won't be going back there. I won't put myself in any danger." With that she flew off in her plane, leaving Mrs.Briefs with her plants, still open mouthed.
 

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