Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters

So, I wasn't going to post this today, but why the heck not. Happy Freaking Father's Day! Lol, no seriously, Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there. I was honestly thinking about this chapter, wondering what to do with the next one when it struck me that it was perfect for a Father's Day chapter. So, I hope everyone enjoys!

The sun shone brightly, illuminating the whole house and bathing the occupants in warmth. Thia awoke in Trunks's arms, a smile gracing her features. She had slept in his bed once before, but she had been wary then. The previous night, she had made the decision to toss her culture away. It was much easier, now that they were enemies to the alliance. The princess wanted nothing to do with them.

She was up earlier than her intended, his expression calm and relaxed as he snored quietly. Her smile softened as she looked upon the man with love. Her fingers moved to brush lavender locks from his face. His eyes twitched from the contact, and he released a contented sigh, one eye peeking out and taking in her form. "Good morning, gorgeous," he greeted, smirking when Thia blushed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Very well," she murmured. "Thank you."

"Always," Trunks replied, pulling her close to him. His thumb traced her shoulder while his tail wrapped around her waist, and Thia still had not pulled away. Though he had grown used to her shyness, Trunks was thrilled that Thia finally felt comfortable enough with him at her side. This is what he always wanted for them. He gently kissed her cheek, and she nuzzled the cheek against him. "Mm, I can get used to waking up like this."

"Me too," Thia admitted confidently, and their eyes met. "It's better like this."

Trunks's boyish grin infected Thia, and she beamed brightly at him. Her intended pounced on her much like he had the previous night, kissing her with such passion. Thia wanted to melt right there, in a good way. The two continued to explore each other's bodies, Thia's innocent touches driving Trunks wild. This new boldness with just slight timidity impressed the prince. And he had always heard that phrase that people didn't change overnight. Still, he knew he was getting too caught up, and he still had things he needed to tell her one night, but they had plenty of time for that. For now…

"I think we should get up," Trunks whispered in her ear. "We need to get dressed and get down to breakfast."

Thia nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I am hungry. I was so scared yesterday, Trunks, I hardly ate."

Trunks grimaced before tightening his hold on his princess. "Never put yourself through that, especially not over fear of me. I will never hurt you like that."

"I know," she assured him. "I know I did it to myself. I'm sorry."

"Again with the apologizing," Trunks huffed, but his voice held slight teasing. "We'll work on that. For now, let's get you dressed and fed."

Thia nodded in agreement and moved to leave the bed. The night before, they had decided that they were going to stay together the rest of their visit to Earth and after, and so Trunks helped Thia bring her clothes into the room he was staying in and helped her to put them away. She walked over to the closet, opening the doors only to frown at the clothing she had. Trunks felt her displeasure and wondered what caused such an abrupt change. He got out of bed and accompanied her, gazing inside at the wardrobe. "Everything okay?"

"No," Thia replied. "Just looking at them…I hate those clothes. I only wore them to protect my 'sanctity.' They're so conservative and restricting and just not me. These are the clothes that belong to a Needellen woman, their princess. I don't want to be a part of that any longer. I can't wear these."

Trunks smiled at the woman and chuckled earning her surprise. "Is that all?" he asked lovingly. "I have a temporary solution for you." Trunks took one of the dresses and tore the bottom and the sleeves to shreds making the dress incredibly short and the sleeves flowing and in tatters.

It was the most beautiful thing Thia had ever seen.

She looked to Trunks with thankful eyes and took the newly altered dress. "When you're done getting dressed, we can go find my mom and my sister. I'm sure they'd love to take you shopping for some new clothes. Earthling style is less durable than what we have on Planet Vegeta, but I think you'll be able to find something you like."

"You don't think they'll mind?" Thia questioned skeptically.

"Are you kidding?" Trunks deadpanned before he barked a laugh. "Oh man, Thia…mom and Bulla will be thrilled. Shopping is one of their favorite pastimes." The princess still appeared uncertain. Trunks grinned and shook his head. "Come on. We'll ask them."

The two had quickly gotten dressed and found the women still chatting at the breakfast table. Trunks wondered if the others had all gone out to train or if they were discussing what had happened the previous day. It was great to see his mother and sister looking so well after their ordeal, and Tights looked much more rested and relaxed. Peppan and Chi Chi were also there, the sisters-in-law discussing some crazy antics their husbands had brought upon them that morning.

"Morning ladies," Trunks greeted. "Mind if we join you?"

"Not at all," Bulma answered her son, looking to Thia. She was surprised at the girl's choice of attire, but she offered her a warm smile. "I'm loving the new look, sweetie."

Thia blushed, but she returned the smile. "Thank you, Bulma."

"Ah, you finally dropped her title!" Bulla exclaimed happily. "I knew you'd get there."

"About that," Trunks stated, "you two wouldn't mind taking Thia out shopping, would you?"

Bulla's expression became serious in a way that was downright frightening. "Is that a legitimate question?"

"Uh…" the princess murmured quietly while looking away nervously.

"We would love to," Bulma confirmed. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion," Thia whispered. "Just…I don't want to be like my people any longer."

Everyone looked upon the woman in understanding. Bulla nodded in agreement. "I can see that. By the way, I agree with mom. I love what you did to that dress."

"Well, actually, Trunks did it."

Bulla looked over to her brother, her eyes intense. Trunks's narrowed at hers. "What?"

"You have good taste," Bulla approved. "But leave the rest to us. It's been a while since we had a good shopping binge."

"To be honest, I'd like to join in, too," Tights expressed. "It's been so long, and there's only so many of my old clothes that still fit upstairs. Everything is probably way out of date." She looked to her sister. "Do you mind?"

Bulma beamed brightly. "Honestly, I would love to. A long time ago, back on Planet Vegeta, I had a memory of you and me shopping together. That was still when I thought you were an imaginary friend, though."

Tights laughed weakly. "Well, you always did love accompanying me. I think this will be fun, like old times."

"Oh, I wish I was going too," Bunny stated, entering the dining room.

"You always could, you know," Bulma persuaded. "I mean, I think the guys can handle a few hours without us. You two should come too."

"You don't have to tell us twice," Chi Chi agreed.

Bulla looked around and said, "Hey, guys, where's Cella. I'm sure she'd like to come."

"Huh," Peppan pondered. "I haven't seen her all morning."

"Me neither," the other women responded.

"Well," Trunks stated, "I guess we can try to locate her, provided she's not masking her ki."

Everyone nodded, all stretching out their senses save Tights and Bunny who had never were able to sense ki. Trunks's eyes widened in shock before he stopped cold and blushed. Thia sensed his slight embarrassment. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Nope, nothing wrong," Trunks clipped. "Just, Cella is with Tarble…really far away from here."

"You don't think they…" Bulla started, "do you?"

Peppan simply laughed and shook her head. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised." She looked over to Bulma. "Our families are even more entwined now."

"Absolutely," Bulma agreed. "And we should celebrate with a shopping excursion." She looked to her son. "If Cella comes back here, let her know to come find us. I'm not sure if we'll be seeing her anytime soon, though."

"If they mated, probably not," Trunks agreed. "You all go have fun." He looked to his intended, took her hand, and squeezed it. "Have a good time."

Thia smiled at the Saiyan and nodded firmly. "I will."

Cella and Tarble had been up most of the night, having made their mateship official. At first, Tarble had been slightly panicked at the thought of mating without ceremony, but he couldn't wait anymore. He wanted Cella, and consequences be damned. It was the first time he thought like that. During the night, he had stopped caring about trying to please his father or any disappointment this could bring. How could he care when he was just so happy and complete?

The morning had come so quickly, and the two were practically up with the sun behaving playfully. Tarble had grabbed Cella, laughing at her surprised squeals before he kissed her, Cella getting her revenge by taking ahold of his tail. This time when he growled at her, it wasn't in warning. Instead, he moaned her name and allowed him to do whatever she wanted. He was putty in her hands.

Eventually, they realized they needed to get up, though it was almost noon when they made that decision. Mainly their stomachs had prompted them to check the time. They were certain the others knew they were off together somewhere, probably putting two and two together, so they wouldn't be too worried. Still, despite wanting to be alone just a little longer, they had responsibilities to return to.

After they ate breakfast, Tarble checked out of the hotel. The woman behind the counter had been very nice and tried engaging the Saiyan prince in conversation. She was surprised when Cella came right up to him, linking her arm around his, and kissed his cheek. "Ready to go?"

Tarble glanced over at his new mate with a loving smile. "Yeah, I am. Let's go." He looked back over to the dazzled woman. "Thank you again. It was nice talking to you."

The two walked out of the building before Tarble asked the woman, "So, what was that about? I sensed a little bit of anger."

Cella sighed, shook her head, and laughed. "Sometimes you're so dense, my prince. That woman was flirting with you."

An amused brow quirked. "I doubt that. Did you really think that?"

"She commented on your physique and asked if she'd see you around more," Cella pointed out. "Those are two key indicators. I was just letting her know you're taken."

"She saw me with you," Tarble argued. "She had to know we're together."

"Earthlings are different," Cella reminded him. "They can't tell unless apparently a person is wearing wedding rings. They have different mating customs."

"It seems a little silly, doesn't it," Tarble blurted out. "But, in any case, you didn't have to worry. I only have eyes for you, and apparently I am dense. I just thought she was being nice."

"I know," Cella stated warmly. "It's one of the many things I love about you. You're just so darn cute and innocent."

Tarble blushed, but he didn't say anything. He only took Cella's hand and laced their fingers together. Capsule Corp. wasn't that far away. If they flew, it would take them a few minutes to get back, but the prince wanted to prolong the contact he had with his mate. They decided to walk, taking the long way back. He couldn't wait to start their lives together as mates, and he was planning to prolong each moment he could.

Tomaren woke up feeling shaky, the previous day's moments being much too much. During the night, he had had a nightmare, one where he had succeeded in destroying his mother. He woke up with a fright and couldn't get back to sleep. He was frantic.

In the morning, he had spent most of his time pacing the back grounds of Capsule Corp. He wanted to leave, but he wanted to stay, and he didn't know which was better. Eventually, the answer was given to him as his father approached him wearing a warm, affectionate smile. The assassin felt, in that moment, that he didn't deserve to be looked upon like that, not after his horrific dream.

"Let's go somewhere," Celen had suggested, shocking his son. "I can feel your energy fluctuating. I think we should go and train, have some quality father/son time."

The hybrid was apprehensive. "That is not wise, father," he stated gruffly. "I feel as though my instincts will kick in, and I do not wish to hurt you." He had already regrettably hurt Trunks the last time his instincts left him wanting to destroy something.

Celen nodded and clamped his hand down on his son's shoulders. "That's all the more reason for us to train. You need to work all of this out of your system, develop new instincts, and learn the Saiyan ways over the Arcosian's. I'm not afraid of you or your skills. You are my son, and damn it, we're gonna train together. To be honest, that was something I had always looked forward to, to bond with you."

"You already have," Tomaren argued. "There is no sense in risking your safety to prove that you aren't afraid of me."

"You need to let go," Celen countered. "You're holding onto so much, and I get it. You need to release this energy somehow, or you'll remain agitated and berate yourself. Just trust me, son. I will be fine. Besides, we missed out on all those training moments."

Everything his father was saying was calling to a hidden desire Tomaren did not know he had. He was compelled to go with the Saiyan, to train with him, but at what cost? What would happen if he couldn't control his impulses? He could already feel himself slipping. Like when Trunks had made the offer to take him away from this place, he found himself reluctantly agreeing, nodding to his father as the two of them took off. Neither knew that they were being watched, a concerned father and grandfather observing their departure. Nappa really hoped that Celen could get through to Tomaren, somehow. This was not the life they deserved, not after everything his son had selflessly sacrificed.

They deserved a chance to work through this.

The father/son pair had gone to the forest where Trunks had brought Tomaren days ago, and Tomaren had to admit he already felt better. It was far enough away from Capsule that he wouldn't be able to destroy the place. The desire to attack diminished, but he didn't know for how long. He looked up to see his father stretching. The man looked very content and relieved as he let out a quiet moan. He smirked at his son as he cracked his neck. "Not gonna lie, but that felt damn good. Makes me wonder how long I was really in that cell."

"Beats the hell out of me," Tomaren returned. "Like I told you, I didn't even know you were alive, and mother was a traitor."

"I know what Cooler told you left an impact," Celen stated, "but just listen to what you feel in the bond. That should be enough to override your instincts."

"What do you mean?" Tomaren questioned skeptically. "That sounds like a foolish plan."

"Maybe," Celen replied to his son, "but when your mother and I bonded, after I helped her escape, my instincts told me to kill. I ran through my job like a mundane task just letting it happen. It had once excited me, the thought of being drenched in someone's blood, but when I saw Tights looking so horrified one time, when she had grown to ignore me, I realized that maybe my instinct wasn't the best."

"If that is the case, then how can you say I'll be accepted?"

"Because Tights did accept me," Celen stated. "She fell for me as I had for her despite the fact that we despised each other's morals. I chose to make a change based on what I felt, because the killing just made me feel empty. There wasn't a purpose to it other than bringing honor to my family by accepting a job from the king. Once I lost the pride my parents had in me by rescuing Tights, it didn't matter anymore. She did. Cooler was right about one thing. Tights was the reason I chose to leave my race and customs behind. I went against my mandate, allowing passersby to live instead or murdering everyone that set foot on our planet, and I eventually left to forge my own path. It was the hardest and best decision I ever made in my life, and I never regretted it. Eventually, King Vegeta came to me himself and apologized to your mother and me. He was thankful for what we had become a part of, that we had given them information to save our world. In exchange, I asked the king that if I ever had a child, regardless of his mother, that he be granted a high status regardless of power and be given protection. The king agreed, not knowing that I had taken an alien as mate. I'm sure, by now, he knows."

"Probably," Tomaren huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "Choosing my own path, hm? Sounds like a dream."

"It's a reality, son," Celen reiterated. "You aren't Cooler's slave any longer. You are free. What is it you really want to do?"

For the longest time, Tomaren's answer to that was to save his father and not destroy his mother. So far, he had accomplished both, though the latter still left him with doubts. What did he want now that Cooler knew of his treachery? He wanted to lose these blasted instincts. He didn't want to be an assassin for the Cold Empire, or what was left of it, anymore. What he wanted was to nurture the few bonds he had, help take down the monster that created him. Most importantly, he wanted to protect Trunks the same way he had protected him. If not for Trunks, Tomaren would not be alive. He owed the prince his service.

"Destroy Cooler," Tomaren stated. "After that…I don't know what is out there for me?"

"We are, son," Celen emphasized. "Your mother and I. We always have been, and we always will be. I promise. We will make up for lost time, and here is a good start." The former warrior got into a fighting stance that Tomaren recognized. It was one of his own, though slightly less guarded, and it amazed him that he had come up with a style similar to his father's all on his own. "Now, come at me."

Tomaren moved to fight, eyeing his father's exposed points. He released a sigh, rushing to attack. "Remember, you asked for this!"

Celen grinned cockily. "I am aware, boy. But just remember this. I know which points are unguarded." He quickly shifted his position to defend himself from his son's attacks, shocking the former assassin. "I am a doctor after all."

Tomaren smirked at the man, tension easing out of his shoulders due to his increasing relief. "Fair enough, but this isn't over."

"You're right," Celen agreed. "This is only the beginning."

The two pushed back and got ready to attack each other head on, readily exchanging blows once they met. They kept at it for hours, Tomaren expending anxious energy as he and his father did more than punch and kick recklessly. It had been the most fun Tomaren had had in his entire life, and he was starting to understand more and more the value of family. His sense of duty and obligation to his father, not to mention the level of trust, increased astronomically. It had been an eye-opening experience for the Saiyan hybrid. Not only did he have the power to make he own path, but he now had the support to make it happen. He would not squander this feeling, not ever. He would show Cooler that he was much stronger than the Arcosian ever believed. He would be a slave no longer. Not to Cooler, and not to his instincts either.

Celen had returned to Capsule Corp. by the evening, alone, he sun setting in the distance. Tomaren had opted to stay in the forest for a while after stumbling across a new technique. He had been watching his father, the different ki attacks he shot at him, and had become inspired. Celen thought it best for Tomaren to train, to use that extra energy he had to center himself. He had certainly trained quite a bit when he had stopped eliminating others cold turkey. It did help to alleviate those instincts.

The Saiyan was not surprised that when he sat down at the table, another presence joined him. He managed not to react despite his racing heart. It was a long time coming, but his father had finally approached him, and Celen was at a loss of what to say. Staying quiet seemed like the better option.

"I'm glad you're alive," Nappa said, breaking the silence. "I thought that frost demon bastard had ended you for good."

The son looked to his father in shock. "Frost demon? Didn't think I'd ever hear that phrase leave your mouth."

Nappa chuckled and shook his head. "I still remember the day I said it directly to Frieza's face. Wanted to know where I got it from, but I didn't talk."

At the admission, Celen frowned and looked away from his father again, looking to the sinking orange orb in the sky. "Why did you do it? You had to know what you were walking into boarding that ship."

"I knew," Nappa acknowledged, "but it was the right thing to do. Vegeta was bonded with no one, his bond with both his parents severed. Neither knew if he was alive or dead, just like how I had no idea about you. I did it for my friend and to protect the prince from Frieza, but I couldn't protect him from everything."

"I can imagine," Celen stated. "I couldn't protect Tights or Tomaren completely from Cooler. All I could do was try, try to get them away. It took me this long to get them out of there."

"But you still did right by your family, and I am so very proud of you for that."

Celen's attention was earned once again as he stared at his father skeptically through narrowed eyes. Nappa was surprised to receive such a cold gaze, but considering their last encounter it was truly deserved. His son's words, though, were unexpected. "You've changed. In the past, you wouldn't have come to me like this. You would have ignored your traitor of a son."

"You aren't a traitor, Celen," Nappa sighed, looking down at the patio table. "You were right in all this. I didn't understand, but I do now. All these years, I kept your secret. No one ever knew you were mated to Tights, not even Prince Vegeta or Kalina. I only ever told Trunks, your nephew as it turned out, when Vegeta and I taught him the history of our race."

"Trunks," Celen repeated, the name calming him. "Bulma's son. Tomaren mentioned him when we were training, and Bulma said they have bonded."

"That's right," Nappa confirmed. "Trunks has a big heart. His future self came back here once, warning us about King Cold. Bulma had been kidnapped, was pregnant at the time, and Vegeta would have been killed en route. Kakarot would have done what I had, boarding the ship to protect them."

The tale was completely unbelievable, yet Celen could picture it especially if Bulma was involved. "You know, I was told that time travel was a galactic felony," he jeered slightly. "It's best not to tell that to a Galactic Patrolman."

"Well, I won't tell one if you won't," Nappa joked along with him, and Celen sobered up.

"Father, I am a Galactic Patrolman."

Nappa shook his head. "Nah, kid. You are and always have been a Saiyan. You just outsourced for a while. Besides, I don't see you turning in your sister-in-law or nephew any time soon."

Celen concurred. "Well, you got me there." The two men shared a laugh, both shaking their heads. The younger looked to his senior with eyes full of emotion. "I know you won't believe it, but I really did miss you, father."

"Celen," Nappa called quietly, "to be honest, I missed you more than you will ever know. Of course, I was left mourning you for the longest time."

When his father had approached him, Celen didn't know what to expect. He knew his father had to have been free of Frieza once news of the tyrant's death circulated around, but he could have never been certain what his father's life had become. Part of him still expected his father to be the angry, callous, violent, ill-tempered man he grew up trying to impress. In front of him was not that man. The Saiyan in front of him was kinder but still full of a ton of pride, and most of all he accepted Celen for his choices. He accepted his son in ways he never could back in the day. "Well, I'm here now," Celen reminded him, "and I'll be damned if I let that frost demon get the better of me one more fucking time."

A boisterous laugh escaped the former general. "Now, that's the son I remember," he chortled before smirking at the man. "When we're done with him, Cooler won't know what hit him."

A nod of agreement was his answer before Celen started to ponder something. "We still have to figure out what he wants the girls for," he pointed out. "With all he went through to capture them, he's not going to give up so easily."

"He's helped more than hurt," Nappa mentioned. At Celen's confusion, he elaborated. "He let a scientist modify them, and how they're stronger than they were before, and they won't get tired like we would meaning they'll have more energy to utilize. Once they tap into that, they could be unstoppable, and Bulma was already an amazing fighter to begin with."

"So," Celen said with a smile, "even though she didn't remember anything, Bulma still fought. I knew it. That girl was a Saiyan at heart. There's no denying it."

"There was never a doubt in my mind," Nappa told him. "You should have seen her and the prince together at the start of their relationship. They were seeing each other, only pretending, just to piss off their fathers."

"Really?" Celen couldn't help but be captivated by the story his father started to tell. Nappa nodded, and Celen smirked. He could definitely picture Bulma being incredibly defiant towards her father. He remembered how the man used to be. He was always high-strung, and, given what Cold had told him, that horrible lie where he had traded Tights for his own safety, he guess he couldn't fault the man for trying to keep his daughter on a short leash. Still, there had to be a better way to go about it, but truthfully it only served to remind him of when his father had given him hell over Tights. He'd keep that thought to himself. He was fairly certain that many Saiyans could related to Dr. Briefs in a way. It seemed like the human doctor, though, was trying to make up for his follies.

Not wanting to think about the harsh past anymore, Celen asked Nappa more questions about Bulma's past. He wanted to learn about the woman she had become, how she had turned out without her memories of him and her sister. It seemed that, despite the erasure, they had been a huge part of Bulma's psyche and couldn't fully disappear. Maybe that was why Bulma had instantly recognized him despite her memories being altered. He was glad that, in a way, he had still found a way to protect her in life, and that those skills he taught her had never truly left.

Soon enough, he'd be training her again, this time a lot more forcefully than he ever thought he would, and he was really looking forward to it.

Trunks had not been kidding when he warned his intended that his mother and sister loved to shop. Of course, it became even more of a spectacle since it was Tights's first shopping trip in over thirty years. The woman had been completely energetic, pulling Bulma into many different stores. Thia smiled watching their antics. It was nice to see the sisters so happy knowing what they had suffered.

Bulla had been the one to help Thia out, and the princess got to see what it would be like to have a sister. The blue-haired princess was so kind, and she helped Thia find a style she liked. As inappropriate as it seemed, Thia wanted to show off as much skin as possible. Many pairs of shorts, short skits, halter tops, and short, one-shoulder shirts later, Thia had a completely new wardrobe, and she was incredibly comfortable in these outfits. Bulla was excited they had had such a good haul. They found the others soon after and then stopped off for lunch.

Thia felt this strange, fervent excitement when she arrived home quickly getting changed before locating her intended. She smiled when she found him and Goten in a double battle with Celen and Tomaren. Even she could tell that Tomaren looked more at ease. It was a huge difference than what she had seen in the former assassin prior. It must have been a relief to him that Cooler could never reach him again, just like her brother and father could never harm her again. She felt like she could related to Tomaren, especially because they were both trying to shed the cultures that raised them, to embrace the Saiyan lifestyle.

Her presence had caused Trunks to look up for a moment, and the prince called time knowing that his cousin could potentially take advantage of his distraction. They all fell out of stance taking a break, and Trunks came over to her wearing the biggest grin. He eyes her up and down, taking note of her short, black shorts, and a light blue t-shirt exposing her shoulders. "Love the new look," he praised, his voice soft and warm. Thia could help but smile and hug her intended.

"Thank you," she murmured quietly, leaning her head against Trunks's chest. "How was your day?"

"It was good," Trunks assured her. "I went with my father to the other locations on the planet to meet with our other soldiers and assess whatever damages were caused by Cooler's army. The soldiers were able to prevent too much damage, though some wastelands were pretty trashed. All in all, I'd say that despite all that happened, we were the ones victorious."

"And what of Planet Vegeta?" Thia questioned frantically. "Did my father…?"

"No," Trunks soothed. "We spoke to my grandfather today, too. They were prepared, and Tarble sent his notes on the changes to the shield system. They were able to keep the planet protected. My grandfather told his father that the Galactic Alliance would support the Saiyan race, and if he chose to come after our planet, theirs would be the one to suffer. They backed down. My guess is that Inone and your father believed that the element of surprise would work in their favor, but he didn't expect that you would all escape."

"Trunks…about that…I was thinking of something, regarding Inone." Trunks grew serious, but he nodded for her to continue. "I know that you had taught me moves to defend myself, but I felt so helpless against him. I…I don't want to feel like that again. Trunks, I…I want to fight."

The prince could see it in Thia's eyes. She was serious about this, and he couldn't blame her. Inone had demoralized her, and she wanted to prove that she was beyond their ways. Thia was a strong woman, and she could be even stronger. "I'd be happy to train you, Thia, and I think I have just the way to teach you quickly."

The princess seemed surprised. "Really?"

"Really," Trunks replied. His gaze shifted to his cousin who was watching them closely. Tomaren nodded to Trunks having picked up on the tail end of their conversation. The two had a silent understanding. It would be much easier and quicker to teach her in a real time spar, and Tomaren would be able to tell her both hers and her opponent's POKs. She would be able to learn to recognize them for herself.

The next time she saw her brother, she would demolish him.