Bulma... doesn't really have anyone to mourn. Her parents are alive, her children are well and happy back in her world (she hopes, lest she has to come back and blow up a planet) - and anyone in their world that had died was promptly wished back to continue on with their lives. hell, even she's been wished back once, technically, after Buu. It's still strange to think about when she realizes it, but to be fair, her life is so busy that she doesn't have much time to think back to that, or any occasion around it really.

She is bundled up in the biggest jacket she could find, far too used to tropical temps and places to ever really get used to a place as cold as this.

It's memory, more than anything, and an aching for her family that she hasn't seen in so long, that brings her to the river. It doesn't feel right to send off anything, to leave anything like offerings for people that are still alive, but she misses very much. Especially their baby daughter, who she hasn't held on her hip in far too long. She's ruminating on that close by when the man speaks, quiet for a moment after before she murmurs, quietly :

"This place is quite.... somber.. for all of their celebrating."