I stopped the voice log, and sighed. Had it really been a week since Trunks had left into the past again? It only seemed like it was yesterday that he was waving goodbye, telling me that he'd be home soon. Thing is? I didn't even know how long 'soon' was. It could be days, weeks, months, yea—

Get a grip, Bulma, I heard my inner voice say. You wrote 'Hope!!' on that time machine. That wasn't just for him, but for all of us—including you.

I sighed. I had been cooped up in this lab for way too long. I needed some air.

I stepped outside, taking in the warm glow of the sun, and the crisp morning breeze. Kami, when was the last time I actually sat and enjoyed a sunrise? If it weren't for the ruins and devastation everywhere, it'd almost look beautiful.

I saw a figure in the distance coming towards me, and my mind immediately went into high alert… only to settle back down once I realized that it was only one figure approaching, and not two. Looking closer, I didn't think I recognized them. Maybe it was one of my distant neighbors asking for supplies, or just wanting to chat or something. Well, that I could do. Besides, the company would be nice.

"Hey there!" I said with a wave. "I'm Bulma! What's up?"