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Chapter Twenty-one: Clash of the Briefs' !

It was early morning the next day when Trunks went home. Like the sweet baby sister she was. Bra immediately sensed him and gave him a bone crushing hug, which left the boy nearly breathless. But he couldn't deny the fact that he had missed his little pipsqueak.

It was high time for Bra to start her training, as much as she enjoyed playing with her baby brother, she had a monster to fight and a pair of tin cans to defeat so slacking off was not an option. And even though Trunks had become stronger than Bra thanks to his recent training in the strange chamber, the girl knew his every single move before he could even think of performing it. And that afternoon was payback time… as they say, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold!'…

"Trunks, what if we spar today?" said Bra while preparing lunch.

"Ha! It's been a long time since I last sparred with you, what? a year?"

"Yeah, a year for you but only a few days for me. So, what do you say?"

"You can spar Bra but not here, sorry about that. How about you go somewhere else? Last time someone sparred in the compound, I had to redo a good part of this building."

" 'Kay mom, but you're coming with us, I know how much you love these things. We can go to a secluded area!"

"What? Bra, I can't come, what if something happens? Plus, there's Trunks and my parents are not here to take care of him."

"Oh come on mom, you grew up hanging around a full blooded Saiyan!" replied Trunks while trying to grab a chicken leg without his sister taking notice.

"You surprise me woman!" said a rough voice leaning against the door frame "The boy is right, you grew up with that fool and the weaklings, plus long time ago, you came all the way to the other side of the continent just because you never had the chance to see Frieza on Namek!"

Locking eyes with him and then looking away, she said "That was long time ago Vegeta, I'm a mother now. Things change and so do people."

"Come on mom, it'll be fun! We're not that careless to throw ki blasts without having control over them!" said Bra, flashing a bright, dazzling smile and her trademark puppy dog eyes. "Please? Do it for me, your little girl?"

Bulma sighed. If this was what she would face when the girl was born then she was doomed. That was a trick at which baby Trunks was an expert. "Sometimes, I wish I could be more like your father. He is unfazed by fresh tears-" she said looking at baby Trunks, who in turn gave her a proud smirk "-or by puppy dog eyes." Saying that, she decided that giving up was the best thing to do. Being their offspring, gave the word 'stubborn' a whole new meaning. "Fine, you win, I'm coming."

2 hours later, the kids stopped at a desert land, surrounded by huge cliffs. As they touched down, Bulma felt Vegeta completely tense.

"What's wrong?" she asked him but got no answer.

Vegeta studied the place carefully. Yes, that was definitely the area!

"Bra why did you stop here?" asked Trunks.

"Don't know. It looked extremely secluded. That's a good thing I guess… we don't want humans to accidentally run into us. Here mom, take Trunks" said Bra handing her brother "Trunks, we're not ascending, that would be unfair judging by recent developments. The only transformation we can make is the Super Saiyan. How does that sound?"

"Good. This should be fun, we both know each other's fighting technique!"

"We'll see about that big brother!"

As soon as they took a fighting stance, Trunks knew something was different. They were both trained by Gohan, who was trained by Piccolo, so they both had the same fighting stance. They had succeeded in learning Vegeta's unique fighting technique, so needless to say, they were supposed to predict what the other would do. But he couldn't recognize what the hell was his sister doing. Bra was a fighter who preferred the offensive but right now, she was on the defensive.

Noticing the boy's slight discomfort, Vegeta smirked. Oh this was going to be good!

Half an hour later, Trunks was shocked. He couldn't anticipate his sister's moves while she knew each one of his. Bra had gone from defensive to offensive right when Trunks wasn't guarding himself but he was smart not to do the same mistake twice. Smirking at her brother's uneasiness, she decided to drop her bombshell.

"You thought you could anticipate my moves? Bad Trunksie! You see, I created my own technique."

"When did this happen?"

"Last night while everyone was asleep. The GR has ki blocking walls, no one could sense me in there. I couldn't sleep!"

"You little insomniac!"

"It served it's purpose. I'm still Gohan's 'do or die' thingy but I don't fight like him, Piccolo or dad. I fight like Bra."

"Guys what's going on?" came Goku's cheery voice. He was with Gohan and Piccolo, Krillin and Yamcha following close "Look at this! I haven't been here in a while!" he said looking at Vegeta.

"Alright, what's the deal about this place? I asked Vegeta, he ignored me, you recognize it too. TALK!" demanded Bulma.

Scratching the back of his head, Goku gave a sheepish grin "This is the place where Vegeta and I fought for the first time, 4 years ago!"

"Kakawot!"

"You go get him cupcake!" said Bra laughing while baby Trunks was proudly clapping his hands.

"Aw Bra, don't be so mean!" said Goku whining.

"What? Embrace your Saiyan origins Goku! Now, I hope you guys are done chatting, I have a spar pending!" smirked Bra "Trunks, I'm done with the warm up, come on!"

Trunks knew the tone in her voice and couldn't help but smirk back. Simultaneously, both of them transformed.

"You learned my technique Trunks, now we're even!"

"Good sis, let's do this!"

The only thing heard aside from the spar was the baby's happy cheers on Bra. While he was smiling and saying "Bwa" all the time, Krillin couldn't help but ask.

"Hey Bulma, how old is Trunks?"

"Well… the grown up is 20 while the baby is almost 7 months, why?"

"He can talk, the baby I mean!"

"Well Krillin, he's just like his mommy! I was a prodigy, at the age of 1 I could count to 100, at the age of 6 I could built things with my dad and I created the Dragon Radar when I was 16! He's my little boy, plus he's half Saiyan. They tend to develop quickly."

Krillin only nodded while Vegeta felt his rival's eyes on him and betrayed a smirk.

"They're good" said Goku "While both of them are extremely smart in the battlefield and Trunks is stronger, Bra is a genius! She knows how to turn things in her favor. It seems she has taken a lot from Vegeta."

"Oh believe me Goku," said Bulma sighing "You don't wanna know!"

3 hours later, Bra was done with her brother, completely defeating him. Trunks lay on the ground, frustrated while Bra was in the air, hands on hips, laughing. Touching down, she gave him a hand so he could get up.

"This Trunksie, is something else you get for leaving me behind!"

"Oh come on sis, I got a lot of things for leaving you behind, why can't you just drop it?" said Trunks whining.

"Ha! As if! I'll do no such thing Trunks. Mom told me not to show you mercy!"

Trunks glared at Bulma while she laughed "Don't look at me!"

"The other mom Mr. Einstein!"

"Oh…"

"We should get going" said Bulma "this little guy put up a huge fight so he could watch the spar!"

"You're right, Chichi must be throwing a fit!"

"Hey guys, before you go… there's the annual Capsule Corp Gala tomorrow, we're celebrating the company's 35th anniversary. I want you all there, no objections. I don't care if you have training to do. I want to enjoy some 'Friends & Family' moments while we still can. Don't make me or Bra drag you there by force!" said Bulma slightly raising her voice while looking at Vegeta.

"I'd love to see you both try…" muttered the prince.

"Fine by me" said Goku "Gohan and I aren't training anyway."

"I guess…" said Krillin

"It's not like I'm going to fight against Cell so I'm in too!" replied Yamcha.

"What about you Piccolo?" asked Bra approaching him.

"I'll try kid" said the Namekian.

"Good! Yamcha, what about Tien, can you tell him?"

"Sure thing B, I'll let him know!"

"Well then, it's better if we head home. I have 3 hungry Saiyans to feed, 4 if Trunks decides to wake up and grace us with his presence! See you tomorrow?"

With everyone nodding, the odd group of 4 adults and a baby took off towards West City.

"Yamcha, you should stop ogling Bra. I don't think Vegeta is able to handle more of it."

"What? Goku, I wasn't ogling her!"

"Look, I know you can't get over Bulma and Bra is her carbon copy. But remember that she's still 18 and from a different timeline. He may seem like he doesn't care but believe me, a child is always a parent's greatest weakness. And Bra is Vegeta's daughter."

"I don't think so Goku, all Vegeta cares about is himself!"

"Yamcha, I don't expect you to suddenly like him. But I know better, both Bulma and I know him better than you do and behind his cold exterior lies someone who cares. So just drop this. I'm asking it as a friend. Anyway, we should get going Gohan, see you tomorrow guys, just follow Bra's ki to find the place!"

Pressing two fingers on his forehead, Goku and Gohan left, leaving there Piccolo, Krillin and a very stunned Yamcha.