11 years later...
After a few years, we had finally gotten the reporters to leave us alone. I continued my training even though no threats were thought possible. I urged Gohan to train Videl, which he did. They were married and had a sweet little girl named Pan. She was 8 years old now, and still had not reached the Super Saiyan level.
Bulma had another child. She named her Bra. Trunks and I loved our little sister and told her all about what happened that fateful day and all about the others past.
The day I really liked, however, was the day Vegeta finally told all the others his true past. Finally, everyone understood.
I graduated High School at the age of 14. Lucky me. I graduated college at 18. Goten also did this. I almost laughed aloud when he found himself graduating college right next to me. My brother did ALMOST as good, but he was distracted or something, because he graduated college at 19. I don't know. But when he and I turned 19(different dates, mind you.) it was also his graduation day.
I didn't know what to do after that. I had a Masters degree in writing, but I wasn't going to do that all the time.
Goten majored in astrophysics(Don't ask me why I'm making Goten into a smart guy) but he surely didn't want to do that.
He came up with the idea. I knew then that I had found the perfect career.
A dojo. Trunks, Goten, and I would teach our arts to other people. It was perfect. Perfect in every way.
Gohan was a teacher at Orange Star High School. He had taught Goten and I and then Trunks the following year. His math class. I had found the concepts utterly simple.
Anyway, we decided upon a dojo. We found a good place, huge and spacious. Goten built a gravity room there so we could practice while we weren't teaching.
We cleaned it up. It would open in a month according to our flyer. But the problem was, what name to put on the flyer and the dojo?
"Goten, Trunks, what do we do?" I asked.
"I know," Trunks said suddenly.
"What?" Goten asked. Then, "Oh, I get it."
"What?" I asked.
"Angel's Saiyan Dojo," Trunks answered firmly. Goten nodded his vote. I blinked in surprise.
"You-you want to use my name in the title?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes," Trunks answered firmly.
"Yes," Goten followed.
I smiled at them both, "You two are the greatest!" They smiled together.
So that's what we did. We called it the Angel's Saiyan Dojo. I would hold morning classes, Goten, evening, and Trunks Saturday.
We went to the ice cream parlor to reward ourselves. Trunks sat alone, off to the side. He smiled behind his hand. I didn't know what was up, but I knew something was.
Goten started eating his ice cream slowly. Now I know something was up, Goten never ate ice cream at any pace other than high speed.
"Angel," he began slowly, "I was wondering. Did you ever think of me as...as more than a friend?" I swallowed. Now I knew exactly what was going on.
"I always thought of you more than a friend," I said softly and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me and smiled.
"Will you go out on a date with me?" he asked, "Without Trunks?"
"Of course," I giggled and dabbed my ice cream on the end of his nose.
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