*Chapter Four*

"Come on Nemie! I didn't hurt you that badly, did I?" Anai said to her sister, who was nursing a tender jaw.

Nemie saw the amused look on Anai's face and came at her with a lightning fast kick. Anai barely blocked it, and in a flash they resumed their breakneck training.

"Would you look at that?" Gohan said breathlessly.

"I don't think I'd want to be stuck in the middle of it." Trunks commented, leaning on the railing of the front porch where he and Gohan stood watching the girls.

Gohan shook his head. "I never thought I'd see female Saiyan warriors, let alone ones this strong and fast."

"Compared to you, Gohan, just how strong are they?"

"Pretty strong. I don't want to brag, but I'm still more powerful."

Nemie cursed loudly when Anai delivered a punch to her stomach. She doubled over, clutching her abdomen.

Trunks raised his head to watch her. He wanted to make sure she was okay.

For a minute, Nemie just crouched there, shaking slightly.

Anai hurried over to her and bent down next to her. "Are you alright?"

Nemie looked up and grinned. In a split second, she had knocked Anai over and pinned her to the grass with her knee. "I win."

"You cheated!" Anai cried, squirming to get free.

"Doesn't matter, I pinned you. You LOSE." Nemie argued, pressing her knee into Anai's stomach. "Now what do you say?"

"No! Never in a million years will I EVER say it!"

"Come on sis, I have to say it all the time. Give me one taste of victory."

Anai gasped as Nemie's knee pushed harder into her belly. "No!"

"C'mon. Who's the best fighter in the world?"

"I AM!" Anai shouted, her hands flying up towards Nemie. She shot out a ki blast that took Nemie totally off guard. Nemie shrieked in surprise and went tumbling backwards.

"THAT'S cheating! NO special attacks allowed!" Nemie protested, dusting blades of charred grass off of her pants.

"All's fair in love and war Nemie." Anai replied, a tiny smile twisting her lips.
The laughter coming from Trunks and Gohan echoed across the yard.

"You think it's funny?!" Nemie growled. "I'd like to see you try it."

Trunks grinned. "You're striving to become the best. That gets in the way of clear thinking. If you would expect the unexpected, rather than thinking you know all of your opponent's moves, you would be ready for whatever she throws at you."

Nemie crossed her arms over her chest. "You're already starting to sound like the Trunks we knew. Question is, can you use your own advice?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Yeah."

"Then I accept." Trunks shucked off his Capsule Corp. jacket and tossed it on the ground before jumping over the porch railing.

Nemie had to keep herself from staring at him. In just his black wife-beater, she could see the solid muscles across his chest, arms and shoulders.

Shaking out of her daze, Nemie settled back into her fighting stance as Trunks did the same.
"Shall we?"

He smiled. "Ladies first."

Nemie's grin turned to an expression of concentration as she practically flew across the yard at him. He jumped out of the way, but Nemie anticipated this and spun to punch the side of his head. He was barely able to evade it. Soon it became a swift dance of flying punches and kicks.

Anai hoisted herself up to sit on the rail so she could get a better view. "He's going to lose."

Gohan looked over at her. "How can you be so sure? Trunks is a great fighter."

Anai smiled knowingly. "Believe me, Trunks is going to lose."

A few minutes later, the fight hadn't slowed a bit. Until Trunks swiped Nemie's legs out from under her. She would have crashed to the ground if she hadn't slammed her hands down to catch herself and turned her fall into a back-handspring. For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Then, Nemie grinned again. "What say we kick it up?" With that, she clenched her fists, threw her arms up into the air, and yelled into the sky. It was like a gold wave washed up from her feet to her head, turning her eyes an emerald green and her hair bright yellow.

Trunks's mouth dropped open. "SUPER Saiyan?!"

Nemie glowed luminescent gold. Her now blonde bangs were spiked up and her tight ponytail took on a sharp look.

"Well, two can play that game." Without so much as flinching, the same gold wave overtook Trunks. His pink hair turned a similar blonde and his eyes green.

Gohan was shocked. He'd never expected the girls to be able to transform to Super Saiyan.

"Surprised?" Anai asked.

"Just a little!"

"You shouldn't be. Nemie first transformed when she was twelve. I wasn't far behind her."

"She turned Super Saiyan first?"

"Yeah. She's a faster learner than I am."

Out on the lawn, Nemie and Trunks were engaged in an even faster battle than the first. Their increasingly louder shouts had drawn Goku, Bulma and Vegeta onto the porch.

"What are they doing?" Bulma asked.

"They're settling a dispute." Anai answered nonchalantly. "It'll be over soon."

A cry from Nemie brought their attention back to the fight.

Nemie kicked at Trunks's chest, but Trunks caught her leg and tried to flip her over. Nemie spun in mid-air and grabbed Trunks's head in her hands to smash his face into her knee. He recovered quickly and attempted to punch her face, but Nemie seized his fist, twisted it around and got him in an arm lock. Trunks ducked down and wound under her arm to break her hold. Before he could fully get away, Nemie snatched the strap on his wife-beater, yanked him up close to her, and pressed her palm against his ribs. Her hand radiated hot ki energy just waiting to be released.

"Boom. You're dead." Nemie's grinning face was just inches from Trunks's.

Trunks looked astonished, but he didn't say anything.

They just stood there for a minute before Nemie realized she was staring deep into his eyes. She suddenly had a feeling the warmth blazing from her hand wasn't ki energy; it was his body heat.

Nemie let go of his shirt and stepped back. She relaxed, her hair fell slack and her eyes returned to normal blue. What was that?!