>>6164644“Well, this was a gift from someone special. Someone who is, well...” you start, trailing off as you remember what happened to Bulma. Feeling yourself getting angry, lost in thought until Zarbon's hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your memories.
“I understand. If you like, I could take some measurements? Have duplicates made, so you won't be without?” he asks, you nodding after a moment. Clapping his hands, Zarbon then pulls a roll of yellow measuring tape from his hip, muttering to himself as he takes the tape all around you. It takes him only a minute, then when he's finished nods to himself. “Good. I'll get started immediately, in the meantime try these on. When you're ready, come out and show it off, we'll see what they think.”
“Thank you, Zarbon.” you say, Zarbon giving you a happy nod before whistling to himself, heading back out towards the front. Looking at the armor, the boots, arm guards and torso armor, you remember back to Namek. How you'd worn a suit of the armor when coming face-to-face with not only the Ginyu Force, but Freeza himself. Before your mother achieved the legendary power of the Super Saiyan for the first time. Remembering the better times when she'd come back, defeating the half-robot Freeza as well as King Cold before passing away to the heart virus. First you slip the armor on overhead, it resting on you almost as if it's a second skin, hugging your body tight. Not uncomfortably so, almost as if it were fitted for you. Then you don the boots and arm guards, both feeling comfortable as well. As if the entire suit was made just for you. “Wow.”
“Coming in.” Zarbon says, a second later walking into the room. He sees you wearing the armor and looks you up and down, nodding to himself. “Yes, yes. You're perfect! How does it feel?”
“This armor feels almost as if it was made for me.” you answer honestly, Zarbon clapping three times in swift succession.
“Absolutely perfect!” he says, turning to your neatly-folded clothes and taking them into one arm, then reaches to take the sword as well. “I'll hold these for the reveal, so-”
“Hold on, just a second.” you say, stepping over and taking the sword yourself. He turns from it to you, looking into your eyes a moment before nodding to you. Backing up, clearly seeing the weapon means more to you than a tool. You take it, putting the sword on as well before taking a deep breath, slowly sighing out. “Alright. I'm ready.”
“Wonderful. Wait for the signal, I'll call you.” he says, and before you can answer he steps out. “Alright, as you all reeeaaaady?”
“Of course, c'mon! Stop holding out!” your mother says, a light, laughing tone to her voice you'd missed so much. “Marron, come on out!”
