Trunks gasps for air as he's released from the pod. His mind racing and attempting to wrap around what exactly was happening at that moment. Hasn't he just disposed of Cell? What was that light? Why was he covered in something gross?

He quickly composed himself, body tense, and in a defensive stance, ready for anything. However, the only thing that comes to him is the warmth and that voice. Stacy? He calms himself a bit and looks himself over. This goop was probably the nastiest thing ever. . .

Lights? Lights were made to follow, so he does. He doesn't stop looking around though as he follows the path, his curious nature getting the best of him. And then suddenly he was clean and dressed. The way the suit fit reminded him of another suit he once wore not too long ago.

Chosen? That really didn't explain much to him. "What the heck..."