Ugh, no. I woke up in a field wearing this and with brand new wings on my back. I came here to get my real clothes back, and to find some new ones to wear.

[Although their prospects of getting out of here have dramatically increased with her mother there. If anyone could figure out a device to get them back to the right world, it was her mother. Bulla doubts she can be of much help, but she can try. Perhaps she could lift a few of the heavier machine parts while her mother screwed them into place? She's certainly not a warrior like her father or brother, but her saiyan blood has made her school's mandatory gym classes less miserable for her than they are for some of her schoolmates.]