"Goten!"
It was amazing that someone could be so loud so early in the morning, it was still dark out and she was already shouting and beating up the door to his room. He turned over and pulled his blankets up over his head; if he did not respond maybe she would go away and let him sleep.
"Goten!"
Did she just get louder? Goten pulled his pillow over his head too, that should muffle her shouts enough to let him go back to sleep. He curled up holding the pillow down and had just about fallen asleep when the beating on the door increased in frequency, sounded louder, somehow echoed in his room and unfortunately in his head.
"Goten! Get up, we have training to do," she hit the door twice for every syllable.
He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. It was barely past five o'clock. What kind of training was so important that it needed to be done so early? He stared at the alarm clock waiting for it to change, wanting it to change to a more decent hour and convince him he had been dreaming. The longer he stared the more annoyed he became with the fact that it still read a time entirely too early in the morning.
"Goten," she stopped beating on the door and spoke rather than shouted. "Goten, you need to get up. I want to show you something I don't want Goku to see."
Goten turned his attention to the door and stared at it. Why was she being so cryptic so early in the morning? He got out of bed and crossed the room to the door muddling through whether or not he needed to yell at her when he opened the door.
She might have been leaning on the door, the way she jumped when he opened it made him believe so. But she did not fall forward like she would have if she had been leaning against the door, he did not really care, it was too early to care.
"What," he asked while she rebalanced herself.
"Give a person a warning next time," she exclaimed entering his room like she had been invited.
"What do you need Azumi?"
"Get dressed. Come on, you have to help me with stuff," she started pulling his clothes out, throwing him at the teen.
"Right now," he asked dropping the thrown clothing to the floor and watching her continue around his room.
"Yes, now. Before your dad wakes up."
"He's probably already awake. You made so much noise Pan is probably up," her glared at her.
"She is not, and you're dad sleeps through everything. Come on, let's go so we can get back before your dad wakes up."
"Why?"
"I want to do it before he gets up," she walked over to the door. "Get dressed, come on, Trunks is on his way."
"What are we doing?"
She flashed a smile at him as she closed the door. Goten was tempted to go back to bed but something about that look she had given him made him curious. What was she doing that required both him and Trunks? He quickly changed and headed out to the yard where Azumi sat watching the sky where Trunks would be coming from.
"So what are we doing exactly," he asked standing behind her to wait for Trunks.
"I'll tell you when Trunks gets here," she smiled again and pulled him to the ground next to her. "You can't tell your dad, though; it's a secret," she smiled over at him. He smiled back, unable to stop himself.

"Those kids sure have been secretive lately," Chi-Chi set a cup of tea down in front of Bulma one afternoon as the kids were out sparring with Goku.
"At least they're not sulking," Bulma commented taking a drink from her cup, "This way they're being productive."
"I know, but I still wonder what they're up too," Chi-Chi sat down across from Bulma and looked out the window. The three teenagers had teamed up against Goku, all four Super Saiyans.
"There's no telling with those three. I wouldn't worry about it too much."
Chi-Chi sighed setting her cup down. "I try not to. But the smallest things seem to set off Azumi, I don't think I can handle another breakdown."
"I'm sure she's past all that now, Chi-Chi. Trunks says she's completely changed, like she's a whole new person."
"She's done that before. When she first came her she was quiet and so reserved. Then right before she ran away that first time she was just like Goten." Chi-Chi sighed, "and before she ran when you all went out to meet those warriors she was acting just fine too."
"Like I said Chi-Chi, I'm sure she's put it all behind her now," Bulma smiled. "Besides, she's come back every other time, what makes you think if she goes off on her own again she won't come back here."
"The boys have gone after her, they made her come back."
"I think Azumi thinks of this place as home Chi-Chi, she'll always come back for one reason or another."
The door into the kitchen opened revealing Videl and Pan, "Oh Bulma, I didn't know you where here," Videl commented setting the toddler down. Pan made a straight line back for the door. "No Pan, you have to stay inside." The child turned and puckered her lip at her mother.
"Grandpa," she said pointing to the door. Videl shook her head.
"No, you'll have to wait for grandpa to come in."
"Grandpa," she said again pointing again to the door.
"Don't you want to come in and stay with grandma," Videl asked moving aside to give Pan a clear view of her grandmother.
Pan seemed torn for a minute, outside with her grandfather or inside with her grandmother? She looked between the door and the table and started to walk toward the table until she heard Goku say something outside, "grandpa," she turned back for the door.
"Oh, let's see if we can get them to stop for a few minutes," Chi-Chi smiled going to pick up the toddler. Pan grinned as Chi-Chi carried her out to the yard.
The three teens had managed to push Goku to the ground, he looked like he was struggling to hold all three off, they kept coming in barely getting out of the way for one of the other's attacks. No matter how pressed he was though, Goku looked to be enjoying himself which was all that Chi-Chi really cared about.
"Goku," she called bringing the fighting to an instant stop, "can you take a break? Pan wants to play."
"Grandpa," the child cheered reaching out for Goku.
Goku stood and changed from a Super Saiyan and walked over to his wife and granddaughter, grinning. "Does Pan want to learn to fight too? I'll bet she does," he laughed taking the nodding child into his arms.
"Play like grandpa," she cheered as Trunks, Goten and Azumi landed gathering around the pair.
"Dad, she's only three."
"You're seriously considering teaching her to fight?"
"What would Gohan say?"
"Trunks, when did you start training," Goku somehow managed to sound serious while playing with Pan.
"I don't know."
"What about you, Goten?"
Goten shrugged shaking his head, "I don't know. Mom trained me since I can remember."
"Then I guess it's time we teach Pan too," Pan cheered again as Goku set her on the ground. "Okay, show me your ready stance."

"Goten," the whisper was accompanied by a quiet knock on the door.
"I'm up, let's get going," Goten opened the door and the pair smiled at each other and started out the door where Trunks was already waiting.
"You're early," Azumi commented silently closing the door to the house.
"Mom was working all night, I left the first chance I got," Trunks stifled a yawn as Goten and Azumi walked toward him.
"So you haven't slept," Goten grinned, thankful that he received a good night's sleep.
"Not really," Trunks' shoulders dropped. "But it'll be worth it when this is all over."
"How close are we?" the boys looked to Azumi for direction.
She stopped walking, thinking about the question. This early morning training was supposed to be helping her control the upper levels of Super Saiyan. It was also suppose to be helping her increase her physical condition. How was she supposed to know when she had finally reached a mastery of something the boys no one had mastered and reach top physical form? "Close, I think," she nodded at her estimation. "Very close."
"When are you going to tell dad?"
"When the Saiyans come back," she already knew the answer to that. "I'll be super strong then and he won't have to worry about me while we're fighting."
"So are we going to keep doing this until then," Trunks asked as they started into the woods heading to their training ground.
"I don't see why not. The stronger we are when the Saiyans come, the better off we'll be," Goten, liked the idea. He had been too young to do anything against Majin Buu, he wanted to be a contender this time around.
"So that's what you three have been up too," Goku stood there fully dressed and wide awake in their secluded training ground, beaming down at the teenagers. The three of them exchanged questioning glances and turned back to Goku with goofy grins.
"I guess you caught us," Goten smiled rubbing his finger across his upper lip like Goku often did.
"Mind if I join you?"