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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 229 Intermission-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 796, PLANET EARTH</span>
“Come on, don't give out on us yet. Just a little more...” you mutter, watching a year's worth of work culminating before you. The machine, cobbled together with scrap and held together with dreams and the last hopes of your world, continue to generate the precious fuel your crowning achievement, the Time Machine, needs to make one final trip back. Everything rides on this, if you can't gather enough fuel for even one trip, then everything- “No. This will work. It has to. Just a little bit more.”
“Auntie Bulma.” a familiar, tired voice calls. You turn, looking up at the entrance of your lab to see your friends' daughter, Marron, walking in. Despite her big, tired eyes that remind you entirely of her father's you can still see the care and love in them. She still has a smile on her face, just like her mother even after everything she's been through. The best of both of them. The two of you just look at each other, having not seen each other in months before you speak.
“Hey, what a surprise. Great to see you.” you say as she walks down the metal steps, walking over towards you. “You're looking well kiddo.”
“I guess. And you're as beautiful as always-ah.” Marron replies, still wearing the jacket you'd given her before her first trip back to the past to save you all from the androids, despite how ragged it's gotten before learning that the universe operates on Multiverse theory. Or, rather fact now, as it's been proven. Not like there's much of a scientific community now to share this discovery with anyways. But she stops as she sees the fuel canister, almost half-filled. “Is that-?”
“It is. Another few seconds and it should have just enough to make a one-way trip.” you tell her, but her expression darkens.
“A one-way trip? For a year of work?” she asks, not sounding enthusiastic as you step towards her.
“Hey, positive thoughts. This old girl managed to get us one shot, so we can't waste it.” you gently admonish as the machine, with a deathly rattle from its insides finally starts to give out. Smoke pouring from the top of it as you hear several internal mechanisms begin failing, but still managing to drip a few more drops into the container, filling it exactly to the halfway mark you'd lined before, when you had realized how long it would take to fuel and began on your backup plan instead of a round trip. Just in case. “That's all we've got, it's the best we can do.”
“But with multiverse theory being true, how will I get back? I can't just leave you here-!” Marron starts, ever the worrier like her father as you smirk knowingly at her.
