Up above, the surface of the water was calm, and then suddenly broken by a headstrong saiyan with a gasp. Celari tugged Trunks to land and pulled him and herself up onto solid ground. She laid him on his side and shook him by his shoulder. “Hey!… Hey Boots, are you with me?”
Hidden in the heel of her shoe was a knife with a jagged blade. She pulled it out and slipped it into his bindings ripping them apart. With his arms finally free his ribcage expanded and he awoke, choking and gasping for oxygen.
Celari dropped her head in relief. “Hoh good, you’re not dead!” She said abruptly.
Trunks rolled from his side onto his elbows and coughed violently trying to expel the water from his lungs. After a few seconds of panting, his breathing began to calm. “Gohan…” he barely whispered aloud. He cracked his eyes open and looked up to the figure next to him. His blurred vision slowly began to decipher shadows and shapes. Finally they took solid form and he corrected himself. “Celari…”
“What the heck happened to you?” she insisted.
Trunks pushed himself up onto his knees. “It…(cough) was a cyborg… It looked just like the one I killed on earth.”
“A cyborg? …Terrific,” Celari looked back in concern for her little brother, then realized the pod was missing. “Hey, where’s the ship?”
Trunks wiped his face. “In my pocket.”
“Oh…” Celari scrunched her nose. “I need you to come with me, Boots.”
He looked up through his wet hair.
“My brother is here, along with two other nameks.”
“It’s a long story. I’ll explain along the way. Can you get up?” Celari reached to help Trunks up but he leaned away from her.
“That’s alright, I can get up myself.”
Out of respect Celari pulled back and rose to her feet. However, it only took one step for Trunks’ knees to buckle under him. Celari caught him under his arms and braced him up. He instinctively had grabbed onto her, making him blush from humiliation. She sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you can get up. Right.”
Trunks found his footing and tried to let go, but she held firm to the arm that found its way over her shoulder. “I said I’m fine,” he said stubbornly.
Celari responded firmly, “Boots, please. I’m just trying to help you.”
Trunks had held his tongue for so long, but he couldn’t any longer. “No, you’re not…”
“What?…” She was confused by his comment and slightly offended.
“…You’re just trying to make yourself feel better,” he accused her. He finally looked her square in the eye. “I’m not so easily trusting as my mother... and I’m not gonna just forget about what happened. So you can stop trying to get on my good side because it’s getting annoying.” With that he yanked his arm away.
Celari’s patience finally broke. She growled and grabbed him by his shirt with both hands. “Now you listen to me!!” She shoved him against a rock wall gaining his full attention. “I just saved your life, Trunks! Do you get that? I promised Bulma that you’d come home in one piece…” her face turned threatening, “…but if anything happens to my little brother because you were slowing me down, then I can’t guarantee the condition of the piece you’ll be in when you get back! Are you getting me now?” she yelled tensing her grip on him. “I’m doing this for her, not you!”
Trunks couldn’t say a word. He stared back wide-eyed, humbled by her outburst and shocked she used his real name. Celari stared him down, then realized she finally earned his attention. She took a breath to calm herself and let go of his shirt. Trunks stood still slightly intimidated. He made no resistance when she gently wrapped his arms over her shoulders and lifted him onto her back.
She took a deep breath. “Listen, Boots. I get why you can’t stand me…” Celari spoke softly and trailed off. She ascended into the air. “I promise, once you get Earth’s dragonballs restored I’ll go back home...” Trunks raised his eyebrows. “…I won’t bother you anymore.” Celari tried to sound neutral about it, but Trunks felt guilty and remained silent in shame.