Trunks Saga 1
Vegeta looked at Bulma, blinking in bewilderment as he tried to process her words.
Unyielding and fierce, Bulma glared at him, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized his expression, clearly expecting him to muster at least some effort in formulating a response.
Vegeta remained motionless, caught in a haze of uncertainty, his gaze wandering over her form. She was undeniably beautiful, a radiance that seemed to shine even brighter as time passed, and he couldn't help but acknowledge that truth.
"I am somewhat confused. Please be clear with your request," he bit back, his tone laced with irritation and curiosity.
Bulma didn't seem to react to his curt reply, her focus unwavering as she pressed on with her explanation. "Ahh… if Krillin and Goku are revived, they'll find themselves on Namek. So, we're discussing the best way to bring them back without having them end up lost in the vacuum of space, drifting aimlessly among the stars." Her voice was steady, a mix of determination and urgency, as she laid out the gravity of their situation.
Vegeta's brow furrowed slightly as he questioned their intelligence. "Is it really that difficult? Just request for their souls to be brought to Earth and then revive them here?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, clearly exasperated by what he perceived as a lack of common sense.
Everyone was taken aback by Vegeta's straightforward suggestion. He was right; they could simply summon the souls back to Earth, and once revived, they'd be right where they belonged. The clarity of his reasoning cut through the tension in the air, leaving them momentarily speechless.
"Wow, I guess you aren't so bad after all!" Bulma exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. She flashed a smile, appreciating the unexpected insight from the usually brash Saiyan.
Vegeta momentarily brushed aside her enthusiasm, his mind racing with the weight of his responsibilities. "Even though I possess this knowledge, it holds little significance," he muttered, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "From what I recall, times can shift dramatically when events stray from the original narrative."
He paused, his gaze sharpening as he considered his options. "So, I either need to attain a level of power where I can face whatever surprises arise and be somewhat prepared, or I have to meticulously arrange everything to align with the original story."
"But first, my main problem, if that's the case there's a chance Frieza and King Cold won't come or there's a chance they'll come before Trunks arrives from the future which could result in my death…"
While deep in thought, a faint shuffle of feet broke the silence, drawing Vegeta's attention. He turned to see the owner of the sound—Kakarot's spawn, Gohan. Though still just a child, the boy bore the unmistakable blood of a Saiyan, a heritage that set him apart from others.
"Uhm—thank you, Vegeta," Gohan said, bowing slightly, though his posture betrayed a hint of tension.
Vegeta studied the boy closely, his mind flashing with images of an older Gohan, a formidable warrior whose strength would astound anyone who dared to compare. The memory of that future version ignited a flicker of admiration within him, even as he acknowledged the gulf between the two.
Vegeta nodded in silent respect. Although Gohan was still far from the warrior he would eventually grow into, the boy had already faced life-and-death situations that would have crushed many adults.
It was a testament to his resilience that he had emerged from such trials relatively unscathed. Vegeta found himself genuinely surprised that Gohan didn't carry any long-lasting trauma from those harrowing experiences.