I don't own Dragon Ball /Z/Gt

I considered it a blessing to have a mother, because not every kid had a mother to be there for them.

Everyone had always told me that I looked exactly like my mother and acted like her, even my father. I had her blue eyes, blue hair, same attitude and even the same interest in science and technology.

I hate to admit it, but it always made me feel extra special; though I never will admit that thought out loud. I tried so hard to act exactly like her. I always wore my red outfit because that was the color of her favorite fruit; heck I've even tried stuffing money down my shirt like she always does ( talk about uncomfortable), I've tried fixing dad's gravity chamber once while no one was looking, but that only caused an malfunction on the stupid piece of crap and a rage-quitting dad.

Honestly, my mom manages to make everything she fixes like a walk in the park. she even loved by the whole west city because of her brains, beauty and inventions, she's loved by all the Z fighters by creating (and perfecting) the dragon radar; I mean, it isn't even fair; dad can fight, Trunks can fight, mom can create stuff to help her fight, while the only fight I remember being apart in was the last pair of sneakers at that sale yesterday (which I won.)

My mom has always been there for me, yet I don't think I've really done much for her except handing her wrenches and screw drivers when she needs them.

I remember asking dad if I could train with him just for fun and all I got was:

'' Training is not something you do leisurely, it's something that sharpens your combat skill and senses, and it should never be taken as a joke-''

And something else about the difference of sparing and training, which I immediately lost interest in.

I truly did appreciate my mom and I wouldn't have her any other way.

I know it's short. Sue me. There is seriously like NO stories for these two characters.

Well Read&Review please. It will truly make my day much brighter!

Until next time… THE Sasu-Chan is out peace ^_^/