You were currently... processing? Yeah, processing. Taking in the surroundings, the fact that you got swallowed, all accompanied by the panicking voice of Bulma trying to shoo her assistant away. You sat up. You were in a stomach. Bulma's stomach.
How did this happen again?
Bulma sighed as her coworkers finally left, the excuse of them laser reflecting off a stop sign and shooting off into space seeming to work. She then straightened up and put a hand on her belly. She could feel you in there.
"Hey uh, you alright in there kiddo?" she asked gently.
"I'm... I'm in a stomach," you replied, still not fully grasping the situation.
"Yes, yes you are," she sighed, also not fully grasping it. "Well uh if it's any consolation, you were tasty?"
"Tasty?"
"I mean, I only got a small taste of you but it was pretty good, so I guess you have that," she joked trying to ease the tension. "Look uh, you should be fine in there. The shrink ray ups the target's durability a ton. If you aren't invincible, you're as close as you can get, so you should be fine."
"Fine? Wait you're-"
"Leaving you in there? For now, yes," she sighed. "Look, as weird as it is for me, and believe me it is, to have my new intern in my stomach, you're probably safer in there than almost anywhere else. Besides, I'll be able to keep track of you, and focus on finding out how long it'll take to fix you."
"... right..."
"Yeah, so just sit tight, and I'll let you out in a bit okay?"
"A-Alright," you mutter, still in shock.
"Alright. Now to just get back to work. With a kid in my belly. Oh this is so weird." Bulma then walked back to her lab, an 18 year old kid trapped in her stomach. This was going to be an odd experience.