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The sun was setting over West City, casting long, orange shadows across the Capsule Corp. balcony. I took a slow sip of my drink, not looking at Yamcha as he sat across from me. He’d been talking about baseball or training—I wasn’t really listening. I had something else on my mind, a story I’d kept to myself since the months following the mess on Namek. "You want to know why I’ve been so distant lately, Yamcha?" I asked, finally meeting his eyes. "It wasn’t just the stress of the space travel. It was something that happened while you guys were... occupied." I leaned back, swirling the ice in my glass. ### The Detour "It was about six months after we got back from Namek. I was out in the Northern Wastelands alone, scouting for a specific type of rare magnetic ore I needed for the gravity chamber prototypes. I thought I could handle it—I had my capsules and a scout flyer. But a localized EMP storm fried my electronics. I crashed near a settlement I didn't recognize: 'The Rust Belt,' a lawless scrap-heap town run by a mercenary group called the Iron Raiders." ### The Objective "They weren't just common thugs; they were tech-hunters. They recognized the Capsule Corp. logo on my jacket immediately. Their leader, a massive guy named Kael, realized I was worth more than just a ransom. He wanted me to bypass the encryption on a stolen cache of military-grade energy cores they’d intercepted. If I didn't cooperate, they were going to scrap my flyer and leave me to freeze in the wastes." ### The "Adventure" "I spent three days in their compound. It was gritty, smelling of grease and ozone. To get the job done, I had to embed myself in their world. I wasn't just a prisoner; I was the 'guest of honor' at their victory celebration once the cores were unlocked. There were dozens of them—rough, hardened men who hadn't seen a woman like me in years, let alone a genius who just handed them a fortune in power." "It wasn't like anything back here in the city. In that lawless place, surrounded by them, things got... intense. I didn't fight it, Yamcha. In fact, after the adrenaline of Namek and the boredom of home, there was something about being the center of all that raw, unfiltered attention that I actually leaned into. I took charge of the situation in a way you wouldn't believe. By the time I left, I didn't just have my ore; I had a very different understanding of what I wanted out of life." I set my glass down on the table with a sharp *clack*. "The point is, Yamcha... that experience changed me. It made me realize that I’m looking for a different kind of fire. Someone who matches that intensity, someone who doesn't just play by the rules or wait for permission." I stood up, smoothing out my skirt. "We’ve had a long run, seven years is a lifetime. But sitting here with you now? It feels like I'm trying to live in a world that’s too small for me. I’m moving on. I think it’s time you do the same." I didn't wait for him to find his words. I turned around and walked back into the lab, leaving him alone on the balcony with the darkening sky. I had work to do, and a Prince to go find.