Earth, West City.
Winter had arrived. The sky was gray and overcast, and snowflakes beneath the thick, block-like clouds fell without end. Flake after flake, gust after gust, they formed a heavy snowfall.
Bulma wore a down jacket and cotton gloves as she watched the snow continuously drift down from the sky, lost in thought. She had not seen such a massive snowfall in a very long time.
The cold wind gently swept past her, making everything around her feel icy.
Minute by minute, time passed. She shook her head as she watched the heavy snow, then turned and walked back inside.
Screech, screech, screech~~
Just as she turned around, a piercing shriek tore through the air. She froze at first, then seemed to realize something. Whirling around, she discovered a familiar time machine had landed steadily on the ground.
The time machine's hatch opened, and Trunks leaped out. After several flips in midair, he landed precisely in front of Bulma.
"Mother, I'm here again," he said.
"Ah, I'm very happy to see you, Trunks." Bulma smiled at Trunks, then craned her neck toward the open time machine hatch, her beautiful eyes glimmering as though she were expecting someone.
"Mother, I came alone this time."
Naturally, he knew why Bulma's expression had changed so drastically. Ever since he had told her about Buds's experiences, her attitude had become just like that of his mother in his own timeline.
She cared deeply about Buds.
"Perhaps it's because Buds is truly too pitiful." With a sigh in his heart, Trunks finally looked at Bulma and explained.
"We ran out of fuel for the time machine, and Buds was worried Kashius might not be there, so he stayed behind this time to help Mom gather raw materials."
"I see. I thought that child