Inference

Sitting at the dining table and looking at Trunks and Bulma beside him, Kashius felt an inexplicable hint of awkwardness.

It seemed that things were not supposed to be like this. The one sitting where he was should have been Vegeta!

"Uncle Kashius, I've already added more fuel to the time machine. You can leave whenever you want." Trunks took a sip of the milk in his hand as he spoke.

"Uh..." Kashius did not answer right away. Instead, he glanced toward the room where Buds was, and after sensing the latter's as-steady-as-ever breathing, he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, Trunks. I should stay here for a while longer. With that child in his current state, if I went back to the past just like this, what would happen when he woke up?"

Trunks furrowed his brow and pondered. "Then... what about Aunt Mana and Karnier in the past?" Seeing Kashius's expression grow even gloomier, Trunks cautiously asked, "Uncle Kashius, should I go back and tell Aunt Mana and Karnier? So they won't worry?"

"No, Trunks! You can't do that!" As soon as Trunks finished speaking, Bulma objected.

"Why not, Mother? Isn't that the best solution? What if Aunt Mana starts imagining things if we don't go back and tell her?" Trunks grew anxious, looking at his mother with confusion in his eyes.

Bulma shook her head, divided the fried eggs in the pan between Trunks and Kashius, and said, "Trunks, I know you want to see Vegeta, and I understand how you feel, but don't forget that the time machine's fuel is running low. If you go to the past, Kashius will inevitably have to remain here for nearly four months. I don't need to remind you how difficult it is to make time machine fuel, do I?"

"Th-this..." Bulma's