Chapter 2: Her decision

Honestly when Trunks said he had something to show me I had no idea what it could have been. Funny right? When you actually put two and two together that is. What am I talking about to myself? Well as I sat on the grass by the lake side, staring at my sudden partner in whatever-crap-we-were-going-to-get-ourselves-into, I was graced with an all powerful presence.

A Super Saiyan. That's right folks Trunks became a Super Saiyan.

At first I became a bit frightened as to why he dragged me out and started to scream as he powered up his Chi. I was frozen shitless. Was he really that mad at me? Was he gonna challenge me to a fight? But then again, as my butt made contact with the ground due to the force of the sudden surge of energy being built up, I began to think... No way would Trunks actually try to hurt me! He had Gohan as a role model, and Gohan would definitely not hurt me, or any other woman, well except for android 18.

Then my stomach started to sink. I recognized this familiar kind of chi. It was a super saiyan's. Similar to Gohan's chi when he went golden too. I didn't like it whenever he did so. It meant that he was getting ready for a fight. A dangerous one.

Trunks and I remained staring at each other once he powered up, I didn't have the words to say. In fact I'm not sure I was thinking anything but the fact that Trunks was now a Super Saiyan.

"You've gotten strong," I bluntly said, continuing to stare towards Trunks, "I guess Gohan's training paid off."

"Yeah…" Trunks said, averting his eyes from mine. Was he hiding something?

"How did you do it?" I asked, getting up and approaching Trunks, "Turn golden I mean."

"I'm…not really sure," Trunks hesitated to answer, "I just snapped."

"Because of Gohan?"

"…Yeah," Trunks said, sadness in his eyes. I don't know why but seeing him look sad kind of frustrated me. It was my job to be the whiny, depressed one between us. I thought I established that title.

Inching closer to him, I did something I knew for sure that I never in my wildest days would ever dream of doing. I hugged Trunks. Of course he stiffened up immediately, geez I know I can be a witch sometimes but cut me some slack, I can be nice.

"Stop squirming dumbass," I huffed as I tried to tightly hold the Super Saiyan to me, "I'm trying to comfort you."

"Since when did you care?" Flustered, Trunks lightly squirmed in my hold, although we both knew that if he was really desperate in getting away from my hold he could bat me away like a feather. But Trunks is just too nice to do that. "I thought the feeling was mutual?"

"Shuddup," I sighed, holding him more gently when he calmed down now, although his arms remained glued to his sides, "I may not like you but I still acknowledge you. You're a cool kid Trunks."

"Pfft," Trunks scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes, "Like you know what cool is."

"Takes one to know one, Mr. Super Saiyan," I chuckled, actually finding his chest to be really soft. Even though he was probably wincing from the bruises.

"Hey Trunks…" I said quietly, looking over to the lake as I continued to hold him, not sure when I should let go, "Thanks…Thanks for being the closest thing to a brother to Gohan. I bet him having to deal with me all the time must have really irritated him. So thanks for being there for him."

"…..it's….no big deal," Trunks muttered, his arms slightly in the air, trying to judge whether to hold me or not.

"Don't be modest," I smirked, letting go of Trunks and moving towards the lake, "Gohan may be a sweet heart but even saints have their off days."

Squatting by the bank of the lake, I tried to make sense of my reflection in the clean clear blue water. It kept getting blurry by the ripples caused by the slight wind. Dipping my hand into the water I continued to stir it. A frown on my face as I continued to think more of Trunks' situation. He truly wanted to take Gohan's place and fight the androids. Does Bulma know?

"Trunks…are you sure about this," I hesitantly said, I didn't want to say something wrong to upset the Super Saiyan who had just powered down, his golden spikes turning back to soft lilac strands. "Do you really think it's possible to defeat the androids."

"I dunno," Trunks muttered bitterly behind me, "But there's an end to everything. Good or bad. And it's about time for those androids. I may not be strong enough now. But I will be. I'll take to what Gohan has left me with. And I'll train even harder.

Biting my lip to hold back the urge of arguing back or making a smart comment, I just hummed a reply and continued to play with the water, testing it's warmth. Why did he come here anyway? To show me his Super Saiyan self? Was he trying to brag to me? Suddenly I could feel a bit of anger in me, and something bitter in my mouth, or was it stomach? Is this jealousy? Was I getting jealous of Trunks' new found power.

Truthfully, if I could I would fly right now to the androids and fight them with all my power. They killed my brother, and nothing more would make me happier than to see them combust into tiny little particles by my very own hands. But I didn't have that strength. I had been dwelling so much in my fear of meeting the androids, that I refused to train when Gohan offered. It's not like I don't know a few moves. But they're mostly useful for self-defense. Gohan definitely made sure to drill that in me. But that's as good as I am for. Defending myself.

"Gina," Trunks said, suddenly interrupting my thoughts, "I know that you're really opposed to fighting but you're a half saiyan like me. I'm gonna need all the help I can get with the androids. Two against one isn't fair."

"Good luck with that," I scoffed, now lying on my back, gazing straight up at Trunks, who was towering over me, "As far as I know I'll only let you down. I would really love to Trunks, but I'm too weak."

That's when I knew that I must have said something wrong, because Trunks tranquil face suddenly erupted with rage. Reaching for me, Trunks grabbed my arm yanking me up and glaring right back at me. Didn't we just stop fighting?

"Gina!" Trunks growled at me, "Will you just for one moment stop pitying yourself and look fucking around you!" Oh dear I must have really pissed off Trunks because he's not the type to resort to cussing.

"Back off!" I weakly protested, trying to yank my arm away, but Trunks' hold on me was way too tight, "I'm not pitying myself. I'm just stating the fact that I'm not strong! I'm going to hold you back! Jesus Trunks! Don't you think I would join you if I could." Hot tears were threatening to fall again, is it me or am I crying too much? "There hasn't been a day since I wanted to see those androids killed by my very hands! And now you're a Super Saiyan! You're way ahead of me! I don't even think I'm capable of that feet!"

"Stop doubting yourself!" Trunks hissed at me, letting go of my hand, "Dammit Gee, why not try to see how far you can go first? If you really wanted revenge, you would go for it. If you really loved your brother-"

I didn't even let him finish the sentence. If I really loved my brother? What kind of lousy crap was he trying to say? That I don't care? I care, I'm not that heartless, or self-absorbed. Gohan was my pillar, almost my everything that gave me reason to keep thinking about the next day. The only person I was comfortable with. I didn't feel pitied by.

Hell no was I going to let him finish that sentence. Without even thinking, my fist slammed against his jaw, using all the strength I could muster in it. And it felt awesome. Since he was caught off guard and not in his super state, his body recoiled quite a few feet away from me. My knuckles stung a bit from the hit, but I felt happy, satisfied. Grinning I looked at my hand, then back at Trunks. Then I paled. I really just hit Trunks!


"I'm so sorry!" I apologized for the up-tenth time.

We were back at home in the kitchen. Mom wasn't amused when she saw me and Trunks walking back in, my face completely red, and Trunks rubbing at his jaw, another bruise to paint his body.

"I know you're Goku's daughter," Mom scolded me as she passed Trunks an ice-pack to control the swelling, "But he would definitely not hurt a friend! Especially on purpose! What am I going to do with you."

"We're not friends," Trunks grumbled, he looked really sour about being caught off guard by me. Serves the punk right…wait no bad thought! I just hurt a "friend" that's no way to be thinking.

"I'm really, really sorry Trunks," I bowed my head, both of us sitting at the dinning table, "I let my emotions get the best of me."

Keeping silent for a while, Trunks looked like he was in deep thought. Or maybe he was just ignoring me. C'mon the boy has had it way worse than that!

"Please don't get mad," I pleaded with Trunks, "I didn't mean it!"

Silence.

"Fine!" I was starting to feel desperate as Mom's angered stare was bearing into my back from all the way in the living room, "I-I'll train! I'll work on my skills and train with you!"

"Promise?" Trunks said letting down the pack and smirking evilly at me, "You will?"

"Yes, yes," I hissed, not really paying attention to the grin, "Now please accept my apology so my mother won't skin me alive!"

"Alright," Trunks grinned leaning against his chair, "I accept your apology."

"Phew," I sighed loudly, collapsing on the table, stretching my arms out tiredly, "You suck Y'know that Trunks."

"Yeah," Trunks said, while getting up, "But you're gonna have to get used to it. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other."

"Huh?" I spoke, looking up at Trunks confused, "I don't understand? Why?"

"I believe we're off to a new start," Trunks smiled stretching his arm out for me to shake, "Partner."

Not believing his words, I just about swatted his hand away. That is right before I glanced at my mom glaring at me, just daring me to swat his hand. Dang, mothers weren't kidding when they said they know their child.

So reluctantly, I pulled my hand up, hesitantly grasping Trunks' and weakly shook it. What in the hell have I gotten myself into.


Growing up from the ages of four until I turned ten, I was considered an odd child. Believe me I wasn't always this pessimistic. I was a child without any care in the world. I grinned stupidly all that time, and tried my best to behave well…but that was all just a façade. I was just so eager to please, I don't know what instilled that drive in me, or when, but it was like a drug to me whenever my mother or anyone else praised me. And I wanted it even more when I began to realize my misfortunate place in the world and the Son Family. A forgotten child. Fatherless. Ignorant.

Truthfully, I started to notice how odd my family was the moment I turned three. I was curious about my father. The old preschool I used to attend, before it got destroyed by the androids, made me realize this. Each little girl would always get picked up by their mothers, just like me, but there was a time a girl was picked up by her father. Then I wasn't really sure why that old man came for the girl, Lilly, you could say I was a bit intrigued by this.

"Who's that man?" I asked one of the teachers, tugging childishly at the end of her skirt, "Why is Lilly being taken away by that man?"

"That's Lilly's Daddy," the woman smiled at me, now that I'm older I'm now able to recognize that expression as sympathy, she must have known I didn't have a father.

"Daddy?"

I knew that I too had a father, I brought that up many of times within my household. But the very fact that I was fatherless never really bothered me. After all you can't miss what you never had. The more I began to observe all the little girls and their fathers, I started to become jealous, and that jealousy turned to anger. Towards the girls and my own deceased father.

Why couldn't I have a Dad? I thought I was a good girl? Lilly is always picking on the younger girls but still had a Dad. It's not fair. I want a daddy to play with. Put my hair up in silly pig tails too.

Around that time, I also started to notice the feelings my mother harbored for me. She loved me like any mother should, but I also knew that when she looked at me, at least one part of her heart saddened. I began to put the pieces of the puzzles together. Mom was barely pregnant with me when Daddy was alive. When Daddy died she was still pregnant, then I came a bit of a month later. She felt sorry for me. It's one thing to have your peers to pity you, but it's a whole different crushing reality, when you start to realize at that young of an age that your own mother felt sorry for her child, even before it was even born.

That knowledge devastated me, Mom had been left behind with a son and an unborn child. Gohan the figure of her past. Me, the figure of her grieving future.


"198...199...200!" I counted, while doing push ups with one hand. When I was finally done, my body collapsed on the grass, my face buried in the dirt. "My arm friggin hurts."

"I can't believe two hundred push-ups takes that much out of you," Trunks smirked behind me. He just finished doing about three hundred and fifty push ups with just two fingers! He doesn't even look half as exhausted as I do! "Sometimes I find it hard to believe your Gohan's sibling."

It's only been two weeks since me and Trunks struck a deal of me training with him. I also obviously did not explain to Mom that I was training to fight the androids. It's not because I know that she'd freak and ban me from ever going near West City but because I couldn't even believe what I was doing. It felt too unreal to me to be thinking of opposing the androids. I mean it's not like Trunks expects me to be up and ready to fight immediately, he made sure to let me know that. He's always making fun of how much weaker I am than him. It kind of makes me wonder why the hell he's putting me through all this.

Speaking of which, my schedule is really tiring! If Trunks ever wanted to be anything in the future, it better as hell not be a fitness instructor! He's so evil, I almost want to pour holy water all over the jerk!

"I think I can feel some Abs coming in," I said, ignoring Trunks' comment and lifting up my shirt to reveal my stomach, "What do you think?"

"Put your shirt down!" Trunks all of a sudden yelled at me. Geez he shouts way too much. "I don't need to see your abs!"

"Ha?" I exclaimed letting go of my shirt and my brows raising into my bangs, "What's your deal? Gawd, you don't have to shout all the time."

Getting up from the ground, I did some stretches, I guess my upper body strength has been progressing easily. Maybe it's because of my saiyan blood? But apart from that I still feel useless.

"Hey Trunks," I called Trunks over to me, he was splashing his face with water from the lake, "When are ya gonna spar with me?"

"I'm not sure," Trunks said looking over at me, "I don't wanna hurt you by overdoing things."

"Overdoing?" I scoffed, getting into a fighting stance and hopping on my toes. I took of my shoes to let my puppies breath, "I think two hundred, one-handed push ups is already over doing it."

"I dunno Gee…" Trunks hesitated looking behind him like someone was watching us, "I'm not really opt to fighting you just yet."

Who does this snob think he is? I know I suck, but not that bad! I can defend myself just fine when it's against Gohan! I just need to learn how to fucking punch a dude!

"If you're not gonna make a move," I smirked, immediately dashing towards Trunks, "Then I will!"

In a blink, I had my fist blocked by Trunks' forearm, me frowning at my failed attempt, and Trunks frowning back at me wearily. He must really look down on me. Not wanting to hurt my pride, I ducked under Trunks a second after the heated gazes we shared with each other, swiping my foot under him to disrupt his footing, but he just leaped a few inches in the air, and flipped his body backwards, and away from me.

"C'mon Trunks," I whined at him as I dashed at him once again, bringing forth an army of punches, "I'm not that much of a wuss."

But my attacks were having no effect on him. He dodged them way too easily, like my body was moving in slow motion for him. Becoming frustrated at him, I brought both my hands up, across my chest, palms facing Trunks'. Letting out a frustrated growl, a pushed out a large push of force from my hands. Stunned by the sudden force, Trunks was pushed back a few inches, his body swaying from the sudden move. I saw this as my chance, dashing immediately as I pushed Trunks, I lifted up my leg to kick his side.

Unfortunately it didn't work! He saw through my plan and grabbed my ankle, stopping me still in my place.

"Ugh!" I gritted my teeth as I tried to move away.

"Nice try Gina," Trunks said, a little to smugly for my liking, "But you're a hundred years too early to beat me."

"Who said I was trying to?" I grinned back at Trunks, my right hand behind me, I had a small ki ball waiting to be used, waiting for Trunks to loosen his guard.

"Give up G," Trunks sighed. Now!

Moving my arm within the second, I pressed my body against his chest, Trunks' eyes widened by the sudden closeness and my hand with the ki ball in between the both of us.

"Wha-" Trunks didn't get to finish his statement. From the small impact, he was tossed another good feet away from me, the front of his black shirt completely torn off in the center. Although he didn't land on his butt, dang it.

As for me, while I had used my body to surprise Trunks to hit him with the blast, my body was flung away from the impact. I never knew that I could be this light, but I guess I stand corrected. My body was flung away from Trunks and my back slammed against a close by tree, crashing through it forcefully. Ouch.

"Gina are you okay?" I heard Trunks shout, running over to me as I blacked out.

Seriously. What the hell have I gotten myself into?


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Well Gina still has a lot of growing up to do, but she's slowly getting a hang of training with Trunks. I tried to make it look like she resembles Goku in a way with how she unconsciously enjoys a good fight! I think I might change the genre of this Fic to Friendship and Drama than Romance and Drama. What do you think? If u have anything to say please review! If you see any mistakes you'd like to nicely point out please review! Flames will be ignored and deleted so it's pretty much a waste of time if you do so! xD

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