The room looked huge, but extremely dusty. Everywhere he turned Trunks could only see figures covered by white linen sheets. The air was dry and stale so he left the door open to let the foulness filter its way out. There were some windows on one side of the the room so he opened them all up, the afternoon rays came pouring in. Trunks unclicked the buckle to his strap that held his backsheath and sword, then he carefully placed his sword against a nearby wall.

Alright Okaasan, what have you been hiding from me.... Trunks wondered as he ran throughout the room, pulling the sheets off. It took sometime dusting and cleaning of the place before he could make out anything. The room turned out to be one full of machines and parts that looked like they were all in good and working condition. None of this interested Trunks more than what he found in the middle of the room.

Right next to a small table stood a device, a weapon of sorts. It was only less than half of Trunks' height and the barrel of the cannon was about a yard long but was thick all around. Trunks let his eyes drift to the contents on the small table that stood adjacent to the weapon. He picked up a familiar looking gadget, a hand-held television set slighty larger than a TV remote. Trunks punches a few buttons and soon a recording came on. Checking the date on the screen his eyes widen. She made this on the day before she...but...how...and why? So many questions raced through his mind, but he felt they would all be answered when his mother's face appeared on the screen.

Bulma was smiling sweetly, although it was clearly visible that she wasn't in good health. Her hair looked unruly as though she just got out of bed and her face was awfully pale, like a combination of malnutrition and insomnia had taken its toll on her. Even still, she was smiling the same loving smile she gave Trunks before he journeyed to the past.

"My dear son," Bulma started, "I know you'll find this someday, although I know you will when I am no longer around. I kept this place hidden to insure that only you would find it and not the Jinzouningen."

One questioned answered, so many more to go. His mother continued on, "The machine that you see before you, is the last of my work. And yet it will be my greatest of all, I believe. You'll be able to use it at anytime as long as you follow my instructions."

"But Okaasan, what is it? Why did you make it?" Trunks asked out loud, as if his mother was alive right before him. Bulma's smile brightens and she giggles slightly, as if she knew her son would ask the very same questions. "You are so much like your father, always wanting to get to the point of anything. Alright, I'll explain to you what you need to know."

Bulma spent about fifteen minutes explaining that the cannon is used to open up a portal that would take him from one dimension to another by using waves of energy that unlock the gates of the space-time continuum. She mentions further that although she hadn't found a way to control the destination of such dimensional travel, she was able to make smaller devices that could be used to gather information about any unknown realm that would aid him in blending in with the surroundings. She quickly emphasized much caution since the tests she ran didn't bring up the right data and the only thing that seemed clear is that there is an infinite number of worlds that exist. Trunks could get lost in any one of them.

He could not believe that this was what his mother had been doing while he was away saving the world. It seemed to him that Bulma had wanted to do something to keep her occupied and found a worthy project to start.

"You're all big and grown up now, Trunks. I know someday you'll find yourself a nice girl and settle down.", then she added with a laugh,"if you don't I'll haunt you in your sleep." Trunks grinned at Bulma's attempt to be humorous. One couldn't blame another for trying. Soon after Bulma made her last comment with an expression of seriousness on her face and in her voice, "Go out and search for whatever your heart decides to seek. Keep on fighting, my brave son and don't forget why you fight. Stay strong, like your father and never forget all that you have learned. Never forget."

Even after her image disappeared, Bulma's words stayed fresh in his mind. As he read the notes that his mother had taken down on paper about how the portal cannon works, Trunks pondered to himself about what he wanted to do in life. He cleared the thought out of his mind so he could concentrate on getting the machine to work. At first it was all voice commands to get the cannon activated and to make sure it was in good shape. Trunks had to punch in a few buttons on a small panel on the base of the machine so it could ready itself.

Following Bulma's instructions took Trunks nearly three hours to do, but it was worth it. He flicked on a switch and typed in a few commands and soon the cannon bursted to life. That moment it began to harness energy at the tip of the barrel where a glowing blue orb began to grow. Once it grew to about the size of a baseball it shot forward and spread out, creating a swirling vortex.

"So far so good," Trunks muttered to himself. He looked down at some test results he held in his hand. At this point all seem fairly normal, but the big questions still lingered. Where would the portal take him? Would he be able to get back? Would he even back the travel in one piece? Trunks shook his head to clear away his doubt.

If I am to look for something in life, I might as well start searching. Trunks picked up his sword strap and locked it securely across his chest. He quickly looked about and took some items for his journey. "Thanks Okaasan" he said with a grin as he found a small bag of senzu beans on the far end of the table. Once he was ready to begin his quest he looked at the portal as though he was facing an enemy.

"Kami-sama....may luck be on my side." and with that he sprint right into the vortex. Millions of flashes of light whirled his vision, his other senses seemed to be nullified by some unknown force. With all this odd feelings coursing through him and the sudden impact of it all, Trunks felt the world....or where ever he was...turn pitch black all around him.