It had been a long day.
The year was coming to a close, the Saiyans were arriving soon.
Pryor had been working hard with Bulma and the other Z-Fighters to help them prepare for the arrival. Goku was still dead, training on King Kais planet so he could be stronger for the battle.
Pryor couldn’t be much help. She was simply an assistant to Bulma and her father. Helping around the laboratory, tinkering with machines and helping with capsules.
The others were preparing for the arrival, as it was set to be that day. Pryor wanted to be there, too help in any way that she could, but Tien had told her multiple times that it wasn’t safe. She was merely a civilian in their eyes. Being sent home stung a bit, but she understood.
No one can focus on making sure you’re okay. Either stay at Capsule Corp. or go home. Stay safe, Pry.
Pryor thought back to Bulmas words as she walked out of the restaurant, her takeout in her hands. “I could help… maybe?” Pryor spoke to herself, sighing lightly. She was worried. The ZFighter were her friends, of course she was going to be worried about them. Pryor wasn’t really informed about where they would be fighting, it was ‘need-to-know’.
Another sigh.
“I don’t want to go home.” Pryor said, stopping in her tracks. There was a field nearby, a quiet place where she could eat her food and be alone with her thoughts. She quickly turned around, walking towards the field.
It was only a 15 minute walk, and when Pryor arrived, she found a small area by a burnt out campfire where she could eat. Turning on her ringer on her phone, Pryor also turned on some music and began eating, hoping she could take her mind off the situation that was unfolding.