>>6164643“Of course. She's going to be staying with us for a while, so will need something to train in.” he says, turning to you. “He'll get you sized and fitted for a proper suit, so you can keep your clothes from being destroyed by the training here. Especially once we start turning up the gravity.”
“Up? You mean it goes higher?” you ask, eyes widening. You are Marron, daughter of Amaya and Krillin, survivor and ultimate conqueror of the Android menace. Savior of Earth and their final hope. After your time machine was damaged mid-leap through time to escape Amaya Black, you didn't go back in time of your own timeline. Instead, you reappeared in this strange alternate timeline. One where neither your mother nor Kakarot were sent to Earth, the Saiyans weren't wiped out along with Planet Vegeta, and Demon King Piccolo took over Earth only to eventually be defeated by the martial artists remaining who had also become androids. Which, is a situation for later, once you've adjusted to the present. Which, as you see now, is quite strange, Zarbon looking you up and down with an appraising eye.
“Yes, you'll do just fine for the newest armor I've gotten in. Come, come, go back to the changing room and take these loose-fitting clothes off. We'll have you wearing proper attire in a snap.”
“New armor? I can't wait to see.” your mother in this time, Amaya. Or, as she goes by her Saiyan name Chaya says, you turning and seeing excitement in her eyes. It is odd, seeing your mother a few years younger than yourself, but despite how heavily scarred she is, you can't deny that's who she is. And that she's clearly happy every time she sees you. So you acquiesce to the request, letting the blue-skinned alien usher you into the back. Finding a smallish changing room, Zarbon rushing further into the back looking for this new armor he's gotten in. Unbuckling the sword and setting it down on the bench before slowly, gingerly taking your faded jacket off, careful not to damage it. Once it's off you stop a moment, running a thumb over the left shoulder's Capsule Corp logo. Remembering back to the first day your adoptive mother Bulma had given it to you, after your mother's passing. Saying you'd grow into it one day, when you became big and strong like your mother.
“I miss you.” you mutter softly, setting the jacket down beside the sword in case you have to grab it, you then unbuckle your boots, taking them off and putting your socks into them before unbuckling your pants, sliding them off too. Leaving you wearing only the leotard underneath. Looking at yourself in the long, floor-length mirror before the door to the back slides open, you raising your hands to cover yourself while letting out a startled noise. “Eeeep!”
“Oh, relax, would you? I'm not here to peep at you.” he says, but as he sees the leotard, you do see him raise a brow. “All of it has to come off to put the whole suit on, or would you rather keep wearing this under?”
