A/N: Warning, there will probably be more skipping. I don't want to write about things that wouldn't realyl change because of the existence of the new characters...for obvious reasons. But I like where this went. Review and speak your mind!

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Chapter 1

I Want To Fight Too

They were leaving to find the androids today. Wren had been ignored by everyone in her home for three years now and no matter who tried to keep her at home, she was going to fight those androids. Daddy always took Gohan away with Piccolo to train and Mommy was always busy with her newest Son addition, Goson and helping out Bulma with her new son, Trunks. I doubt Daddy, Gohan, and Mr Piccolo even know Trunks exists. They only come home to eat and sleep occassionally, and always refuse to let Wren train with them. But Wren wasn't going down that easily. Wren observed the three fighters from a distance and taught herself. She listened to nearly all their conversations and kept watch on each warrior specifically for different reasons. Her father had incredible technique and the ability to completely clear his mind in battle, which led him to constantly choosing the right decisions based on obvious observation rather than human emotions. Gohan was the complete opposite. Gohan learned very quickly, just like Wren did, but Gohan fought with his emotions. They were his fuel, whether it be fear, resentment, hatred, pain, or rage. Gohan never ran out of emotion to fight on, he was always filled with something. His power because of his fuel was extremely dangerous in both good and bad ways. Wren looked up to her big brother for these things, just as she looked up to her father for his power. But Wren wanted something more than what they were leaving behind for her. She didn't care for a second that she was a girl and they were boys. That meant nothing to her. If anything it was simply more fuel. Wren watched Piccolo more closely than any of the three. Wren discovered once she started observing and training on her own that she was extremely gifted mentally. Her mind seemed to function differently than others, any power she could understand with her mind was caple by her body the moment comprehension struck. Her mind was talented and the more she observed Piccolo's meditations or ease in telepathy with Kami, Wren was hard pressed to become an unbeatable mental opponent.

She sat at the table watching as her Daddy and big brother ate maliciously away at the food before them. She ate too, but much slower. Not because she was a girl, but because she was distracted and unappetised, which was noticable to everyone around her considering she normally ate just as brutally as her Saiyan family members. Piccolo leaned against a far wall while Chichi fed Goson in a high chair across the table.

"Wren, why aren't you eating honey?" Chichi didn't even look her way, but continued feeding the fussy baby.

"Just not really hungry, I guess."

Goku and Gohan looked up, their interest stemming from confusion.

"Are you feeling okay, Wren?" Goku admired his beautiful daughter with a pride that burned deeper than anything Goku had felt. Gohan's fighting skills could probably compare, but they just weren't on the same plane of comparison. She was his spitting image at only five years old, slender with long hair similar to his own. Though where his seemed wild hers seemed like a flowing fountain of rich dark hair. Goku loved to look at his daughter, he would do anything for her.

"Yes, Daddy. I promise."

"Then what's up?"

Wren looked around and calculated her chances of getting her way in the argument that was abou tto stir in the Son kitchen. Things weren't looking up, but luckily she' dmade her plan irregardless if anyone approved of it or not. They couldn't stop her. They had no idea the power she'd summoned from within herself while they'd been throwing punches and battling until consciousness left them. She exhaled and decided now was the time.

"I want to go with you to fight the androids."

Chichi dropped her spoon she was feeding Goson with, who was now giggling wildly. Piccolo's stare intensified in concern and Goku's face was wiped with shock. Gohan was the first to break the silence.

"No way, Wren. It's no place for you. It's dangerous. We don't want you-"

"-to get hurt. I know." Wren finished, interrupting.

"There is no way you're ever getting near a fight, Wren. And that's that! I don't even want Gohan there, but apparantly it affects the fate of the universe or something." Chichi spoke calmly. Wren's request wasn't even taken seriously enough for her to get mad, like she always did.

"Wren, I'm sorry, but they're both right. You'd only be left behind, sweetie," Goku ran his hand through her long hair, flowing all around her face, "and then you'd really be having no fun. And if any of them got a hand on you we'd all go crazy. I'm sorry, I am, but your mother is right."

"Okay then, let's make it fair. If I can keep up with you guys in a spar, I can go. How does that sound?"

Five faces stared blankly at Wren. Did a five year old girl just challenge two Saiyans and the ex-demon king to a spar?

"You can't be serious. Do you even know how to fight?" Gohan looked at his sister, half his age in disbelief.

"Why don't you find out?" Wren challenged. She would push them as far as she needed to.

"Okay, I'll spar with you Wren."

Goku was the one to finally accept the challenge. Eyes around the room glared at him. Chichi's stare burned through his skin. Piccolo seemed more curious than anything. Gohan was floored. Wren looked ready for triumph, anger seething from every pore on her half-saiyan body.

"Let's go outside, sweetie."

"Daddy, don't call me that when we're about to fight!"

"Oh. Right, sorry."

Wren and Goku led them all outside. Even Goson was carried in Chichi's arms to watch whatever was about to happen. Goku hadn't wanted to go far, intending to make this quick and only to prove a point. He'd only accepted because he didn't want anyone else to lose any energy before they left to find the androids, nor did he want Piccolo or his son to harm his only daughter. Wren saw that how far he'd taken her meant he wasn't anticipating much. She knew she was going to have to make this quick since they were on a short time frame and they would all need as much energy as possible for the fight with the androids today. She didn't think it would be a problem though. Sure, her father and brother had super saiyan powers, but she had unfathomable power locked away in her own mind. They had no clue how disciplined a five year old girl with something to prove could be. But she would show them.

Goku uncomfortably got into a fighting stance as Wren mirrored him. She'd watched him over and over again to understand his fluid movements perfectly. And once she understood how something worked, she was capable of it all on her own. There was no limit to what she could achieve. Once she learned it, she had it mastered. She had no idea who to thank for her gift, but she sure was glad they chose to give it to her.

She watched her father begin to move forward and as if he moved in slow motion her mind registered the attack he was coming towards her with as one of his weskest attempts, meant to capture her arms and pin her to the ground. Way too simple, Wren thought. She moved out of his way with ease, and hovered above him, looking down to catch his glance when he realized she was gone.

"Wren, you know how to fly?"

"I know alot more than you think! But you would know that if you woulda let me train with you guys instead of leaving me to train alone!"

"Wren, I'm sorry... I didn't know."

"I'm not done yet Daddy. I want you to see what I know. And I want you to be proud of me. I want you to want me to fight with you!"

Goku's face saddened. Did his little girl think he didn't notice her? Did she think he wasn't already proud of her? Did she think she had to prove herself to her own father? But she says she knows more, Goku wondered, what more could she know? She's fast and can fly. And neither of those were enough to make him want her to accompany them on something so dangerous. But she seemed to be...forming an energy blast?

Wren extended her hands above her head, ready to show her father that she really was ready and quickly, before anymore time was wasted. "Kame...hame..."

"Wren! You're gonna destroy the house if you blast that so close! Stop!" Gohan had stepped forward, but Piccolo's hand stopped him. "You're dad will handle this, Gohan."

"HA!"

The blast shot straight down at Goku who went to block the surprising powerful energy blast, but the split second before it hit his hands Wren threw her arms out sideways and watched her energy beam break apart into small pieces. Small balls of energy floated in the air before Goku, whose eyes went big and jaw had slacked. Wren held her hand out steadily and manipulated the energy with her mind. The balls of light surrounded Goku and began to circle him, each row of light moving in an opposite direction. Her light show was brilliant, and it was about time for the grand finale. Wren braced herself for her father's counter as the balls of energy circled closer and closer to her father's skin. Then, on cue he powered up and a golden arua sent the pretty lights flying out in all directions, a few skimming the roof of their home, and when Goku looked towards Wren with a grin at how he'd overcome her cute little show, she was gone. Suddenly a flying five year old landed a brutal kick on her father's back. She landed on her knees on his back and formed a mass ball of energy, enough for some real, adult sized damage.

But she let the energy die down after she felt her message was went, and rose from her still glowing father. "See, Daddy. I can fight!"

No one knew how to take any of this in. Wren moved at Goku's speed, which even Gohan and Piccolo had a hard time keeping up with at times. She'd manipulated energy in a way that none of the men were sure they could do. Probably if they tried, but the thought had never came to them. And being able to knock down a super saiyan... They all knew Goku would be going easy on her, but at a super saiyan level there was no way to not be impenatrable. He was solid as a rock. And a five year old sent him down.

"Wow, Wren. You're very good, angel." Goku rose slowly, something was menacing about his movement, and he had not powered down yet...

"But not good enough to come with us." As Goku spoke he'd grabbed his own daughter and pinned her down before an eye could blink. She could not move beneath his grasp, he was much too strong. She'd never been so close to her father as a super saiyan. He rarely trained that way since neither Gohan nor Piccolo could do his little trick too. His hair flamed yellow and his eyes burned blue. Fear shook her as she felt more fragile than she could ever remember being. Her face fell quickly and she started to shake a little, unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't break me."

Goku powered down and grabbed her up in his arms in a flash, holding her close. She clung to her father for safety from her fears. "Wren, I would never break you. I love you and you are one of the closest things to my heart, okay? But I pinned you easily, though you have definitely impressed me with how strong you've gotten all on your own. I promise to train you when I come back, okay? But someone has to stay and protect Mommy and Goson."

She couldn't win this. Her face fell further, dejected. Though something did cling hope inside of her chest. "Are you proud of me, Daddy?"

He shuffled her in his arms to look her in the eyes, "Beyond proud, angel. You blew me away. Almost literally! The way you manipulated your energy was incredible!"

The two smiled and Wren held on to her father.

"We have to go now, Goku."

"Right."

Goku set his daughter down next to Chichi, who still held Goson but now had a dropped jaw. Her daughter wanted to fight. Her daughter was good at fighting... Goku kissed Chichi, no matter where her mind was taking her and patted Goson's head. Nodding towards Piccolo and Gohan, he took off. Gohan said a small goodbye before he and Piccolo followed.

Wren stood still, left behind.