Trunks stood up, still staring at her in disbelief.

"Viola, where you did you get that arm?" he studdered to her curiously as if what he might say might set her off.

"Oh, Trunks, please don't be scared." she told him as she could see Trunks still stunned.

"Scared? I'm not scared." Trunks said plainly.

"Hm? You're not scared of it?" she asked him a little surprised.

"No, I am not. Why would I? I knew it was a fake when I first saw it. But never thought it was so...amazing! That technology is beyond my knowledge, even my mother's. I-I can't describe it!" Trunks told her with wonder and amazement in his voice as he looked over her robotic arm. She sighed and smiled in relief as she said," You really mean it? It's pretty old. "

"Really...? Hey wait. Didn't you say you were going to tell me something important?" Trunks questioned as he remembered what she said earlier.

"Oh yeah! Um...Forget it. It's nothing to worry about." She smiles nervously as she wiped what she said before away with her hand. Now he was really curious.

"Oh, come on. It seemed important the way you put it."

"Ok, look. The reason I said that before was because...when people see what this arm can do;" she held up her left arm as she continued, "It just goes crazy; them thinking I'm a monster or an evil alien or android or whatever. But you are the first one not to be scared of it. I didn't think anyone would be so interested like you are."

"Ha! You should show that to my mom. She'd go crazy over it." Trunks laughed along with Viola as they imagine Bulma examining Viola's robotic arm; asking questions about 'what does this do?' or 'where you find that gear?' and so on.

Viola calmed down from her laughter as she suggested that they should go get lunch since it was noon already. Trunks agreed as they left the training dorm and went inside the house.

"Well, Hello. How was the training?" asked Bulma as she saw them enter the kitchen when she places the plates of food on the table.

"Pretty good, I believe. Trunks is going to do very well under my training." Viola answered with a pleasing smile.

"Yeah, it wasn't so bad. I think I'm ready for another go." replied Trunks as he sat at the table with also a pleasing smile.

"No. I think you should wait until tomorrow. That was just a test run to make sure the training dorm didn't have any bugs. It did, but it's a quick fix." commented Viola as she began to eat her food, less rapidly.

"Well, that's good to hear." Bulma smiled as she sat down and began to eat as well.

"Wait! That wasn't the 'actual' training?" Trunks said a bit surprised at the matter.

"Oh, no, no, no. The 'REAL' training is going to be tougher and WAY longer. You're only going to get 8 hours of rest and that includes meal time. The rest of the time, non-stop training." She said calmly as she ate. "What?! You got to be kidding!" shouted Trunks, "That's a little hardcore, don't you think?"

"Hey! If you can't deal with it, then I'll leave and you can stay weak and helpless when an enemy, way stronger than you, comes and kills you and your love ones." Viola said sternly as she glared at Trunks.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, I won't complain anymore." Trunks said back to her.

"Didn't expect you to." Viola exclaimed nonchalant as she continued to eat. Trunks looked at his mother as she looked upon him. They didn't expect her to act like that so suddenly and somehow knew things were going to be way tougher for Trunks beyond imagine. Viola finished eating quickly and headed out towards the training dorm for repairments leaving Trunks and Bulma alone.

"Mother, what do you think of her?" Trunks asked her.

"Hm? Oh, you mean Viola. Well, I think she is a brilliant young girl." Bulma answered as she was interrupted while eating.

"But don't you think she is hiding something?"

"Trunks, we just met like...two days ago. You can't expect her to tell us everything."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

"Well, of course I am. I'm your mother and a genius." Bulma laughs to herself, but Trunks still felt like there was something...uncomfortably wrong.

'The way she said about me being killed by someone. It sounded like something was going to happen soon...But what?'

They both finish eating lunch and Bulma went on her way doing what she did everyday, but Trunks went back to the dorm to see how Viola was. When he reached the dorm, however, the door was locked! Seemed to him that she didn't want to be disturbed, so he decided to help his mother on whatever she was working on. Later that night at dinner, the Briefs' were being sited at the table with Viola no where to be seen.

"Mom, where's Viola?" Trunks asked.

"Oh! She wasn't hungry so she went to bed early. She seemed to have a lot on her mind..." Bulma exclaimed.

"Oh. I see."

'Wonder what's up with her? It seems unnatural for her. But then again I just met her. There is still a lot to know about her.' Thought the young sayian as he and his mother ate dinner. But upstairs, a young woman sat on her bed; staring at her left arm.

'Matsu! Move Out of the-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!'

'I'm not going to let you die now! You're the only one to defeat him.'

'Matsu!! NO!!!'

Those were the voices she heard along with a sadistic laugh.

"Why brother...? Little brother, why?" her voice filled with sorrowful thoughts as she continued to stare at the arm that brought those terrible memories of...