[Trunks sighs softly. Hiding the truth hasn't gotten him anywhere so far, and...well, it was pointless. He'd seen so many changes to what he knew, even if anything he said here would affect the timeline, he was just as blind as anyone else now. And that was assuming that they'd remember anything that happened here whenever they were thrown back home.

Then again, he wasn't sure he wanted to get into it now. Not after what they'd just revealed.

...but trying to dodge it now would just be disingenuous, and unlikely to stand. By the time he's gathered all his thoughts, the gloom is back.]

The timeline I'm from--the one parallel to Bulla's--is exactly how you saw on the network. There's basically nothing left. Everything's been destroyed. There's probably only ten thousand people left alive, maybe fifteen. Most of us live underground. All of Earth's fighters are gone, except for me.

[He lets out a breath. This is a lot harder to talk about than he thought it would be.]

You...Mom...invented the time machine so I could go back and deliver the cure for the heart virus that killed Goku, to give everyone a better chance to survive, and maybe find a way to defeat the androids in our own time.

[Just talking about it is emotionally exhausting, and he hadn't even begun to get into everything.]