Future Bulma

Beneath the ruins of West City, there was another basement.

"It's been so long. Why aren't they back yet? Something couldn't have happened to them, could it?"

A woman who looked remarkably like Bulma paced around the basement, though she appeared much older.

She was the Bulma of this Future Timeline!

Future Bulma had grown mature, but she also looked worn down. Three days had passed since her son and Gohan had gone out to hold off the two Androids.

Trunks had stayed out overnight before.

But he and Gohan had always returned the next day. Now three days had passed without a single sign of them. Future Bulma couldn't help worrying.

"No. They'll be all right. Goku, please watch over them and bring them home safely!"

Future Bulma clasped her hands together and closed her eyes in prayer.

Another half day passed.

Future Bulma was frantic.

"I can't wait any longer. I'm going to find them!"

Future Bulma prepared her gear for the trip, then carefully opened the door.

Beyond it lay a hidden passage. At its end, one more step would take her into the outside world.

It was already afternoon, and the light on the horizon had turned orange. Desperate with worry, Future Bulma stepped outside without hesitation.

She was about to head toward where she had sensed the battle two days earlier.

Suddenly, a rushing sound came from above. Someone was flying fast!

"Who could that be?"

Future Bulma didn't run out and shout. She had no idea whether it was her son or one of the two Androids, so she cautiously hid behind a crumbling wall.

The sound drew closer.

Tap, tap, tap!

The newcomer landed. Future Bulma's heart leaped into her throat.

"Mom, come out!"

A familiar voice echoed through the ruins.

Future Bulma