[Bulma's hysterical, crying somewhere in the clinic, and curled around her communicator; she has accidentally activated it in the midst of her own fit.]--NOT FAIR! This is--

I HATE THIS PLACE!

Trunks.. Gohan! It--it's not fair! This sucks! Trunks!

[the smoke is still settling around the area, barren and looking nothing short of the remnants of a war zone. In the midst of the rubble, one can make out a small, slender hand, and a lock of blue hair.]

Go--

Go .. han ... !!