Conditions

The other side of time and space.

A week had passed since Buds was injured.

Buds truly lived up to being a Saiyan. Thanks to his incredibly robust physique, the grievous injuries that had once left him on the brink of death had now completely healed. He was currently full of energy, hopping around in the backyard as he trained.

Because of Bulma, Buds, whose injuries had nearly healed, did not leave. Instead, he stayed at Bulma's repeated insistence.

Bulma's purpose was actually simple: she wanted to keep an eye on Buds and stop him from going out and causing trouble.

After all, the destruction he had caused before had resulted in considerable property damage.

If the survivors of the Android incident had not made it into the air-raid shelters in time, Buds might even have caused casualties.

It was strange, really. A delinquent like Buds, who refused to listen to anyone, actually behaved himself and listened to Bulma instead of causing trouble?

This behavior truly surprised Trunks. But more than that, he admired his mother.

A defenseless woman had actually managed to rein in such an extreme delinquent?

This time, Bulma had truly opened Trunks's eyes. He had never expected his mother to have such a clever side; he had always thought she was only a genius when it came to technology.

"What's wrong, Trunks? With that gloomy expression, Auntie will probably start worrying again when she sees you."

Mai, dressed in a black military-style overcoat with an M14 slung across her back, reached out and waved her hand in front of Trunks's vacant eyes.

"It's nothing, Mai." Trunks glanced at her.

"Then why do you look so listless? Are you jealous because Auntie is treating Buds so well?" Mai teased.

"How could I be? Actually, I know why