Chapter 8
Goku strolled into the room with the gaze of the other competing fighters followed him as he chewing on a large chicken leg. "Hiya Fajita..." Goku attempted to speak with the food still in his mouth. "How was your match?" he asked, swallowing a chuck of meat. "I won" Vegeta replied simply. "Although by default...it seems you've missed all the excitement again." he added sarcastically, aggravated about the little fighting he did. "Awww darn...what happened?" Goku leaned in to hear the story. "Nothing much...the girl got knocked out by some Kaliet prince, or King...but she would have gotten beaten miserably anyway." Vegeta filled in. "The girl? Is she ok?" Goku inquired concerned. "I'm sure she's fine...just unconscious." he answered, not really interested. "Well I hope my fight is more fun!" Goku skipped over to the door, and waited for him to be called out to fight. "Now Tarmus...you be careful out there...and don't be foolish and lose!" a woman instructed a young boy who walked over to where Goku was standing. "Ok mom...but I don't think you're supposed to be back here...plus I am 18...I can handle myself!" he defended; although he didn't look 18 years old...actually more like 11. "Of course you can take care of yourself dear...but mommy's here for you anyways!" she comforted in a cooing voice, trying to wipe some dirt off his face, but he pushed her hand away. Finally the signal was ready and Goku walked out into the ring, closely followed by the young Tarmus. "Hey man...can you try and take it easy on me...I kinda have a lot running on this match..." Tarmus whispered to Goku while the announcements for the fight were being given. "Uh...I'll try!" Goku reassured, his goofy smile shining. "Thanks..." Tarmus smiled back, a bit confused by Goku's constant happiness. The fight then began and Tarmus slowly and cautiously advanced towards Goku. "Ok...let's go!" he muttered to himself, as Goku stood there unguarded, and a confused look expressed on his face. Tarmus swung his fist at Goku's head and it hit his left cheek. Goku simply stood there, still confused, staring at Tarmus who was now clutching his hand in pain. "Tarmus! Try harder!" his mother yelled from the stands waving her fist in the air with anger. "Ok mom..." he said shyly, bring his attention back to Goku. "Are you done yet?" he asked like a little kid. "Not yet...you just wait!" Tarmus exclaimed raising his fist once more and pouncing towards Goku. At the last second he changed his mind and kneed Goku in the stomach. "Hey! Watch it! I just ate!" Goku defended becoming a little mad and throwing a weak punch to Tarmus' gut. Tarmus flew out of the ring and hit the wall, knocked out. "Ooops...was that to much strength?" Goku asked himself, stepping off of the ring and heading back to the others. "Ladies and Gents! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes, but Goku has thrown Tarmus out of the ring, and knocked him out! That was amazing!" the announcer proclaimed through the microphone. "Yeah! Good job Dad!" Goten cheered jumping up and down. "Thanks Goten!" Goku replied with a wide smile on his face, like he just won an Oscar. "Is he for real? He hardly did anything..." Kit added under her breath. "Humph...exactly what I have been contemplating ever since I first met him." Vegeta answered, turning his head to face his daughter. "Yeah, well this is too exciting for me..." Kit spat with sarcasm. "I'm going to find something else to do...you wanna come Trunks?" she requested. "Uhhh...yeah! Sure!" he got up from the chair and headed out the door with Kit in front of him. "Soo..." Kit attempted to start a conversation. "Wow...so I had an older sister all this time..." Trunks filled in. "Ha.yeah, well.I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you...to give you that support only older siblings can...but you have Goten don't you?" she asked. "Yup...Goten and I are like brothers...we always have been best friends." "So tell me about everyone...like who's your mother?" she continued. "My mom's name is Bulma...you might have met her...but I'm not really sure who you've met." Kit's face lost all expression as she recalled when Bulma told her about her relationship with Kit's father. "Are you ok, Kit?" he added noticing he blank expression. "Uhhh...yeah...I'll be fine..." she mumbled getting out of her phase. "So do I have any other surprise siblings?" she continued to interrogate. "Actually...yeah...I, well, we have a little sister named Bra...she looks a lot like my mom." Trunks began to walk again as Kit strolled beside him. "Oh! I've always wanted a little sis! Does she fight?" Kit inquired becoming excited. "Not really...she mainly just shops, and hangs out with her friends Marron and Pan." Trunks smiled at the semi disappointed look on Kit's face. "Sure...just go and burst my bubble!" she joked. "So why are you so different from every other Saiyan...except for Goku...are you full Saiya-jin or half like myself, Goten, and Gohan?" "Oh I'm a full blooded Saiya-jin all right! And damn proud of it!" she exclaimed. "So why do you act like you don't have anything shoved up your ass?" Trunks asked bluntly. "Ha...well...I guess I was brought up with the wrong people...my mom isn't exactly like most Saiyans. She was strong, but she didn't let it go to her head. She knew her limits and she taught me to respect my own limits...not to be blinded with the common Saiyan pride." Kit informed. "Yeah, that's what seems to be the biggest down fall...being blinded by their pride." Trunks added. "Well, it happens..." Kit shrugged. "And what's with the tail?" Trunks questioned. "Don't all Saiyans have tails?" "Yeah, but with the full moon...well, bad stuff can happen..." "Don't worry...I can control my transformation...I'm a lot more advanced than you perceive." Kit grinned evilly. "Well we'll find out soon enough..." he lifted his head to catch the announcement being made. "Ladies and Gentlemen that was an amazing fight between 18 and Scott, with 18 winning!" "Good job 18..." Kit mumbled under her breath. "Gohan's fight's next...I'm going to go and watch it...would you care to join me?" Trunks requested. "Nah, I'm good..." Kit replied, walking on, as Trunks turned around and headed back to the fight. She continued to roam around the complex hearing roars from the crowd every once and a while. She came to a building at the end of a long sidewalk and peaked her head in. "Having fun?' she asked facetiously, entering to find Piccolo training. "Loads..." he responded with equal sarcasm. "Yeah...you look it...you fight next right?' she went on making small talk. "Yes I do...with some woman named Grace. I expect I'll win..." he threw a swift punch Kit's way, attempting to throw her off guard. "Nice try." she stuck her tongue out as she held his fist tightly in her own. "You're still too slow..." she teased grabbing his other arm as it came flying towards her side. "Who said I was going to hit you...with my fist?" he inquired an evil gleam surfacing in his eyes as a table rose from the corner of the room and soared through the air at her. She released Piccolo's hands and flung her arms up to shield herself right when the table stopped suddenly in front of her. With a crash it landed on the ground and both Piccolo and Kit stared at with curiosity. "Did you do that?" Kit asked, turning to face him. "No.you did..." he muttered, still inspecting the table to make sure it wasn't a trick. "I...I did? Wow...I really need to practice more...I totally forgot about training...and it hasn't even been a full day... that can't be good..." she mumble to herself, placing a hand on her forehead. "Good job..." Piccolo complimented. "Thanks...I think..." Kit trailed off, looking into the back of the room as movement caught her eye. "Who's back there?" she called past Piccolo. "So that's why you've been around the Namek so much lately...he's training you..." Vegeta stepped out from the shadows. "Actually...yes..." Kit confirmed "You don't need him to train you...you're better than that..." Vegeta blandly stated. "Well I'm glad you think that...but I just happen to disagree...who else will help me to develop my physic powers? You?" she added facetiously. "Anyone but him...he's weak..." Vegeta continued to protest. "Hate to interrupt you two...but I have to go...it looks like Gohan just won...I'll see you later Kit..." he nodded and walked off. "Good luck Piccolo...not that you'll need it..." Kit laughed. "What was that all about?" Vegeta inquired with his usual scowl. "Sorry to disappoint you father but he's my friend...can you live with that?" she spat right back at him. "What's happened to you! You used to respect me!" Vegeta accused her. "What happened to me? What happened to you? You used to love me!" Kit turned and headed to the door. "Stop..." he grabbed her arm before she could leave. "Tell me what you've been doing...please..." his eyes gained a little emotion that made his stone face look almost awkward. "Re.really?" Kit swallowed. "Yes...you know that when you and your mother were killed it destroyed me...and now you're back...what am I supposed to make of this?" Vegeta opened up to her; something that he hadn't done is the longest time. "Just because I was dead didn't mean I wasn't there for you papa...but now...with this woman on earth...it's like you want to get rid of everything you had with mama...everything that we had as a family..." she sat down on a chair. "I don't want you out of my life Kitandra...but I had to move on from your mother...I'm with Bulma now... I lo...well...I'm with her..." he explained. "You can't say it...can you? That you love someone..." Kit laughed dryly. "That's not the point...now are you going to tell me what you did after you died or not?" he changed the subject. "Sure...it's not all that interesting...I just trained most of the time...I became really close with some of the people up there...spent a lot of time fighting with Mother...that's about it..." she shrugged. "But I don't understand...how are you here?" Vegeta shook his head. "Well...I simply fought the supreme Kai and won...that's about it...and I was sent to earth half alive...and Piccolo and Dende saved me. Now Piccolo is helping me develop my powers..." she filled him in with the recent details. "You...you beat the supreme Kai?" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Yeah...no big deal..." she brushed the fact away. At that moment another announcement blared over the speakers declaring Piccolo's victory. "Shit...I missed the fight!" Kit scolded herself. "Don't worry, there will be more..." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Whatever...I have to go now anyway...I get to fight Trunks!" Kit got up and rushed back to the women's locker room. "Hey Kit!" Videl greeted. "Hey! I missed your fight...how did it go?" she smiled and took out her bag. "Well, it was against Piccolo...but I think I gave him a little run for his money..." she laughed. "But good luck...you have a tough fight...against Trunks...yeah he's definitely strong!" she added. "Nah.I don't think I'll have a problem...you wait and see..." Kit changed into her fighting gear and headed out. "Ladies and Gentlemen...now we're one step closer to the winner...here is the fight between Trunks and Kit!" the fight was broadcasted and the two headed out to the ring. "Good luck Kit..." Trunks muttered. "Yeah...you too Trunks..." Kit scanned the people watching from the little fighter's room and spotted both her father and Piccolo. "Lets make this a good one.what do ya say Trunks?" Kit proposed. "Definitely..." he agreed with a smirk. "But I really don't want to hurt you...so I apologize ahead of time..." he mocked. "Please Trunks...I can take the pain...but can you?" she tempted him. "Let the fight begin!" the announcer shouted as they stared each other down. "Here we go..." Trunks clenched his teeth and charged towards Kit as she did the same meeting him in the middle of the ring. Trunks threw the first punch and Kit blocked it with trouble. She shot back with a swift kick to his side that he blocked also. Both were fighting and having a pretty hard time at it; there power levels being the same. "It doesn't seem like this is going too well..." Kit huffed, gathering her breath. "Yeah, tell me about it...I better kick it up a notch...and just put you out of your misery..." Trunks paused and smiled. "Put me out of my misery?" Kit chuckled. "You don't believe me?" Trunks shrugged and began to power up until his hair flashed blonde and his eyes glowed green. "Oh no! Not Super Saiyan!" Kit teased. "You wait and see how strong I am now! This fight will be over!" Trunks bragged. "Well I see you didn't fully get away from that Saiyan pride...and you said it your self...that's one of the biggest downfalls..." Kit dodge his punches and kicks with a new found ease. "I don't get it! Just a second ago you were struggling with my normal form!" Trunks was baffled, as he didn't pay attention to Kit's fist that was heading toward his stomach. In a split second contact was made and he went flying out of the ring. Before he could hit the ground Kit caught onto his shirt and pulled him back up. "Now I must confess...I didn't get away without all those Saiyan treats either...I always did love a good fight...especially one I know I'll win!" she laughed evilly and tossed him into the middle of the ring and advanced toward him. Shakily he found his way back to his feet and took up a fighting stance, preparing for her next attack. "Just give up Trunks...you don't have a chance..." she mocked. "There's still hope." he mumbled as he formed an energy disk behind his back, his hair flickering between blonde and purple. "Not for you..." Kit continued to proceed. "Yeah there is!" he whipped his arm around and shot the disk toward her. Kit's eyes widened in shock and her body froze in place. Suddenly she stuck her hand out and grabbed the disk; her energy grew and hair flashed blonde, her eyes shone green and she threw the disk right back at him. Rage boiled up within her, and her face grew stern. "That was cheap Trunks!" she shouted, countering with an energy beam the made him fly off the side. Only for a second did she stay as Super Saiya- jin before she returned to her normal state, leaving the audience in awe and confusion once again. "I guess there won't be any sibling rivalry there...she'll kill him!" Krillin attempted to make a joke. "Good job Kit! Great fight!" Rhyn cheered from the side. "Thanks...and I see you're up and doing fine now..." Kit noticed. "Yep! I feel as good as new!" she informed. "That's good...now go ahead and check on Trunks...I don't think I did that much damage to him.it was a weak energy blast..." she walked past the rest and to a cup of water that was set on a table.
Goku strolled into the room with the gaze of the other competing fighters followed him as he chewing on a large chicken leg. "Hiya Fajita..." Goku attempted to speak with the food still in his mouth. "How was your match?" he asked, swallowing a chuck of meat. "I won" Vegeta replied simply. "Although by default...it seems you've missed all the excitement again." he added sarcastically, aggravated about the little fighting he did. "Awww darn...what happened?" Goku leaned in to hear the story. "Nothing much...the girl got knocked out by some Kaliet prince, or King...but she would have gotten beaten miserably anyway." Vegeta filled in. "The girl? Is she ok?" Goku inquired concerned. "I'm sure she's fine...just unconscious." he answered, not really interested. "Well I hope my fight is more fun!" Goku skipped over to the door, and waited for him to be called out to fight. "Now Tarmus...you be careful out there...and don't be foolish and lose!" a woman instructed a young boy who walked over to where Goku was standing. "Ok mom...but I don't think you're supposed to be back here...plus I am 18...I can handle myself!" he defended; although he didn't look 18 years old...actually more like 11. "Of course you can take care of yourself dear...but mommy's here for you anyways!" she comforted in a cooing voice, trying to wipe some dirt off his face, but he pushed her hand away. Finally the signal was ready and Goku walked out into the ring, closely followed by the young Tarmus. "Hey man...can you try and take it easy on me...I kinda have a lot running on this match..." Tarmus whispered to Goku while the announcements for the fight were being given. "Uh...I'll try!" Goku reassured, his goofy smile shining. "Thanks..." Tarmus smiled back, a bit confused by Goku's constant happiness. The fight then began and Tarmus slowly and cautiously advanced towards Goku. "Ok...let's go!" he muttered to himself, as Goku stood there unguarded, and a confused look expressed on his face. Tarmus swung his fist at Goku's head and it hit his left cheek. Goku simply stood there, still confused, staring at Tarmus who was now clutching his hand in pain. "Tarmus! Try harder!" his mother yelled from the stands waving her fist in the air with anger. "Ok mom..." he said shyly, bring his attention back to Goku. "Are you done yet?" he asked like a little kid. "Not yet...you just wait!" Tarmus exclaimed raising his fist once more and pouncing towards Goku. At the last second he changed his mind and kneed Goku in the stomach. "Hey! Watch it! I just ate!" Goku defended becoming a little mad and throwing a weak punch to Tarmus' gut. Tarmus flew out of the ring and hit the wall, knocked out. "Ooops...was that to much strength?" Goku asked himself, stepping off of the ring and heading back to the others. "Ladies and Gents! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes, but Goku has thrown Tarmus out of the ring, and knocked him out! That was amazing!" the announcer proclaimed through the microphone. "Yeah! Good job Dad!" Goten cheered jumping up and down. "Thanks Goten!" Goku replied with a wide smile on his face, like he just won an Oscar. "Is he for real? He hardly did anything..." Kit added under her breath. "Humph...exactly what I have been contemplating ever since I first met him." Vegeta answered, turning his head to face his daughter. "Yeah, well this is too exciting for me..." Kit spat with sarcasm. "I'm going to find something else to do...you wanna come Trunks?" she requested. "Uhhh...yeah! Sure!" he got up from the chair and headed out the door with Kit in front of him. "Soo..." Kit attempted to start a conversation. "Wow...so I had an older sister all this time..." Trunks filled in. "Ha.yeah, well.I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you...to give you that support only older siblings can...but you have Goten don't you?" she asked. "Yup...Goten and I are like brothers...we always have been best friends." "So tell me about everyone...like who's your mother?" she continued. "My mom's name is Bulma...you might have met her...but I'm not really sure who you've met." Kit's face lost all expression as she recalled when Bulma told her about her relationship with Kit's father. "Are you ok, Kit?" he added noticing he blank expression. "Uhhh...yeah...I'll be fine..." she mumbled getting out of her phase. "So do I have any other surprise siblings?" she continued to interrogate. "Actually...yeah...I, well, we have a little sister named Bra...she looks a lot like my mom." Trunks began to walk again as Kit strolled beside him. "Oh! I've always wanted a little sis! Does she fight?" Kit inquired becoming excited. "Not really...she mainly just shops, and hangs out with her friends Marron and Pan." Trunks smiled at the semi disappointed look on Kit's face. "Sure...just go and burst my bubble!" she joked. "So why are you so different from every other Saiyan...except for Goku...are you full Saiya-jin or half like myself, Goten, and Gohan?" "Oh I'm a full blooded Saiya-jin all right! And damn proud of it!" she exclaimed. "So why do you act like you don't have anything shoved up your ass?" Trunks asked bluntly. "Ha...well...I guess I was brought up with the wrong people...my mom isn't exactly like most Saiyans. She was strong, but she didn't let it go to her head. She knew her limits and she taught me to respect my own limits...not to be blinded with the common Saiyan pride." Kit informed. "Yeah, that's what seems to be the biggest down fall...being blinded by their pride." Trunks added. "Well, it happens..." Kit shrugged. "And what's with the tail?" Trunks questioned. "Don't all Saiyans have tails?" "Yeah, but with the full moon...well, bad stuff can happen..." "Don't worry...I can control my transformation...I'm a lot more advanced than you perceive." Kit grinned evilly. "Well we'll find out soon enough..." he lifted his head to catch the announcement being made. "Ladies and Gentlemen that was an amazing fight between 18 and Scott, with 18 winning!" "Good job 18..." Kit mumbled under her breath. "Gohan's fight's next...I'm going to go and watch it...would you care to join me?" Trunks requested. "Nah, I'm good..." Kit replied, walking on, as Trunks turned around and headed back to the fight. She continued to roam around the complex hearing roars from the crowd every once and a while. She came to a building at the end of a long sidewalk and peaked her head in. "Having fun?' she asked facetiously, entering to find Piccolo training. "Loads..." he responded with equal sarcasm. "Yeah...you look it...you fight next right?' she went on making small talk. "Yes I do...with some woman named Grace. I expect I'll win..." he threw a swift punch Kit's way, attempting to throw her off guard. "Nice try." she stuck her tongue out as she held his fist tightly in her own. "You're still too slow..." she teased grabbing his other arm as it came flying towards her side. "Who said I was going to hit you...with my fist?" he inquired an evil gleam surfacing in his eyes as a table rose from the corner of the room and soared through the air at her. She released Piccolo's hands and flung her arms up to shield herself right when the table stopped suddenly in front of her. With a crash it landed on the ground and both Piccolo and Kit stared at with curiosity. "Did you do that?" Kit asked, turning to face him. "No.you did..." he muttered, still inspecting the table to make sure it wasn't a trick. "I...I did? Wow...I really need to practice more...I totally forgot about training...and it hasn't even been a full day... that can't be good..." she mumble to herself, placing a hand on her forehead. "Good job..." Piccolo complimented. "Thanks...I think..." Kit trailed off, looking into the back of the room as movement caught her eye. "Who's back there?" she called past Piccolo. "So that's why you've been around the Namek so much lately...he's training you..." Vegeta stepped out from the shadows. "Actually...yes..." Kit confirmed "You don't need him to train you...you're better than that..." Vegeta blandly stated. "Well I'm glad you think that...but I just happen to disagree...who else will help me to develop my physic powers? You?" she added facetiously. "Anyone but him...he's weak..." Vegeta continued to protest. "Hate to interrupt you two...but I have to go...it looks like Gohan just won...I'll see you later Kit..." he nodded and walked off. "Good luck Piccolo...not that you'll need it..." Kit laughed. "What was that all about?" Vegeta inquired with his usual scowl. "Sorry to disappoint you father but he's my friend...can you live with that?" she spat right back at him. "What's happened to you! You used to respect me!" Vegeta accused her. "What happened to me? What happened to you? You used to love me!" Kit turned and headed to the door. "Stop..." he grabbed her arm before she could leave. "Tell me what you've been doing...please..." his eyes gained a little emotion that made his stone face look almost awkward. "Re.really?" Kit swallowed. "Yes...you know that when you and your mother were killed it destroyed me...and now you're back...what am I supposed to make of this?" Vegeta opened up to her; something that he hadn't done is the longest time. "Just because I was dead didn't mean I wasn't there for you papa...but now...with this woman on earth...it's like you want to get rid of everything you had with mama...everything that we had as a family..." she sat down on a chair. "I don't want you out of my life Kitandra...but I had to move on from your mother...I'm with Bulma now... I lo...well...I'm with her..." he explained. "You can't say it...can you? That you love someone..." Kit laughed dryly. "That's not the point...now are you going to tell me what you did after you died or not?" he changed the subject. "Sure...it's not all that interesting...I just trained most of the time...I became really close with some of the people up there...spent a lot of time fighting with Mother...that's about it..." she shrugged. "But I don't understand...how are you here?" Vegeta shook his head. "Well...I simply fought the supreme Kai and won...that's about it...and I was sent to earth half alive...and Piccolo and Dende saved me. Now Piccolo is helping me develop my powers..." she filled him in with the recent details. "You...you beat the supreme Kai?" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Yeah...no big deal..." she brushed the fact away. At that moment another announcement blared over the speakers declaring Piccolo's victory. "Shit...I missed the fight!" Kit scolded herself. "Don't worry, there will be more..." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Whatever...I have to go now anyway...I get to fight Trunks!" Kit got up and rushed back to the women's locker room. "Hey Kit!" Videl greeted. "Hey! I missed your fight...how did it go?" she smiled and took out her bag. "Well, it was against Piccolo...but I think I gave him a little run for his money..." she laughed. "But good luck...you have a tough fight...against Trunks...yeah he's definitely strong!" she added. "Nah.I don't think I'll have a problem...you wait and see..." Kit changed into her fighting gear and headed out. "Ladies and Gentlemen...now we're one step closer to the winner...here is the fight between Trunks and Kit!" the fight was broadcasted and the two headed out to the ring. "Good luck Kit..." Trunks muttered. "Yeah...you too Trunks..." Kit scanned the people watching from the little fighter's room and spotted both her father and Piccolo. "Lets make this a good one.what do ya say Trunks?" Kit proposed. "Definitely..." he agreed with a smirk. "But I really don't want to hurt you...so I apologize ahead of time..." he mocked. "Please Trunks...I can take the pain...but can you?" she tempted him. "Let the fight begin!" the announcer shouted as they stared each other down. "Here we go..." Trunks clenched his teeth and charged towards Kit as she did the same meeting him in the middle of the ring. Trunks threw the first punch and Kit blocked it with trouble. She shot back with a swift kick to his side that he blocked also. Both were fighting and having a pretty hard time at it; there power levels being the same. "It doesn't seem like this is going too well..." Kit huffed, gathering her breath. "Yeah, tell me about it...I better kick it up a notch...and just put you out of your misery..." Trunks paused and smiled. "Put me out of my misery?" Kit chuckled. "You don't believe me?" Trunks shrugged and began to power up until his hair flashed blonde and his eyes glowed green. "Oh no! Not Super Saiyan!" Kit teased. "You wait and see how strong I am now! This fight will be over!" Trunks bragged. "Well I see you didn't fully get away from that Saiyan pride...and you said it your self...that's one of the biggest downfalls..." Kit dodge his punches and kicks with a new found ease. "I don't get it! Just a second ago you were struggling with my normal form!" Trunks was baffled, as he didn't pay attention to Kit's fist that was heading toward his stomach. In a split second contact was made and he went flying out of the ring. Before he could hit the ground Kit caught onto his shirt and pulled him back up. "Now I must confess...I didn't get away without all those Saiyan treats either...I always did love a good fight...especially one I know I'll win!" she laughed evilly and tossed him into the middle of the ring and advanced toward him. Shakily he found his way back to his feet and took up a fighting stance, preparing for her next attack. "Just give up Trunks...you don't have a chance..." she mocked. "There's still hope." he mumbled as he formed an energy disk behind his back, his hair flickering between blonde and purple. "Not for you..." Kit continued to proceed. "Yeah there is!" he whipped his arm around and shot the disk toward her. Kit's eyes widened in shock and her body froze in place. Suddenly she stuck her hand out and grabbed the disk; her energy grew and hair flashed blonde, her eyes shone green and she threw the disk right back at him. Rage boiled up within her, and her face grew stern. "That was cheap Trunks!" she shouted, countering with an energy beam the made him fly off the side. Only for a second did she stay as Super Saiya- jin before she returned to her normal state, leaving the audience in awe and confusion once again. "I guess there won't be any sibling rivalry there...she'll kill him!" Krillin attempted to make a joke. "Good job Kit! Great fight!" Rhyn cheered from the side. "Thanks...and I see you're up and doing fine now..." Kit noticed. "Yep! I feel as good as new!" she informed. "That's good...now go ahead and check on Trunks...I don't think I did that much damage to him.it was a weak energy blast..." she walked past the rest and to a cup of water that was set on a table.