Trunks walked into the gravity room where she was training. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the machine in the center of the room said that it was 7 times Earth's gravity. He just stood at the door, watching, as she continued warming up.

She began her routine punches, kicks, and combinations, then she moved on to shadow boxing. He watched as she punched spot after spot, over and over, blocking nothing with incredible speed and ability, you would have thought she was fighting someone invisible.

"Artemis," he said, she dropped her stance and looked up, "if you get too strong, I can promise you one thing."

"What's that?" She asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.

"Boys don't like girls, who can beat them up."

"You getting worried?" She asked, as she cracked her neck from side to side. "Prince?"

He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the machine. He turned it up to 10, she could feel her hair, which was in a knot at the base of her neck, become heavy and loose, she looked away. "No." he stated simply. "Spar?"

"Homework," she sighed, as she grabbed a towel and began to wipe the sweat off of her face, and her neck. "Later, after dinner?"

He smiled and nodded.

And with that, she walked out of the room, hair cascading around her bum.

*~*~*~*~*

Goten sat in his room alone. All the electric plugs in the room had a little plastic guard shoved in it, some harder to get out then others. The sharpest object in the room being his eyes, as they darted around swiftly.

"Son," a voice whispered. "Son." His sharp, wide eyes held only one emotion.

FEAR.

*~*~*~*~*

Artemis sat on the floor in the living room. Her books laid out across the low table, her notebook in her lap, and her hair now braided. She chewed on her pencil nervously, as I walked in.

"Artemis," I said in disgust. "Don't chew your pencil."

She quickly looked up from her math paper (covered in doodles of rabbits, crabs, and a strange looking girl with a braid), and placed her pencil on the floor. "Any news?"

"Not if you don't try to finish your math! Artemis, we've gone through this many times. You can't let your math grade slip. I know you know what you're doing." I sighed. "Literature isn't something you can get into college with a scholarship these days. And I don't know if I can afford it." She looked down at her paper, and crumpled it up.

"So am I going or not? And when?" She asked, stubborn as normal.

"You and Trunks are going in two days. I want you to finish this up, and make an agreement with Trunks, that there will be no competition between you both." She rolled her eyes as I spoke, "Artemis."

"I know. But what about Goten! What if we don't come back before you're big convention in Europe! And you have to leave him here?"



"Goten will love Europe." I smiled. "Don't worry. Do your homework."

Artemis sighed, ripped out a new piece of paper, and began to scribble down numbers.

*~*~*~*~*

She landed what would seem to be a final blow, but no, he was still in the fight. His hair suddenly turned an amazing gold, his eyes turned a gorgeous aqua, and his muscles hardened. She gasped as she stepped back. "T-T- Trunks?" She asked in amazment.

"Trunks, you're disqualified. I told you, no Super Saiya-Jin until she learns how." Bulma shouted.

Trunks sighed and dropped his level. "Fine." He began to walk away.

"No competition from here on Trunks?" Artemis asked, her green eyes staring right past him.

"Until we fight in here again, Super Saiya-Jin." He smiled and walked away.

"You leave in two days." Bulma said happily as they all left.

*~*~*~*~

"Son, Son Goten."

Goten began to shake, he rolled over on his side and began to whimper. "Arty.." he muttered, as the voice beckoned him.

*~*~*~*~*

^^; Review! Sorry for the delay in my update, I have had no inspiration to write this fic lately. So I'm just trying to finish a few up.

Ja!

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