Disclaimer: And were back. Starting to feel like a broken record here but, *raises right hand and quotes again* I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

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Lightly scratching an itch in his side Trunks stumbled down stairs. He had forgotten about his missing door and had accidentally repeated the motion of opening it before stepping out of his bedroom. But that was nothing in comparison to seeing the weirdo standing in his kitchen, roasting one of his frozen chickens over the range, using one of her arrows as a spit.

"Greetings of New Light."

Trunks could not help but stare. "Morning greeting?"

"No. A welcome only cast upon the first morn of the reborn year."

Slowly he blinked once. "What?" He was still too tired to try and comprehend her.

"Fine, lets put this in your terms, because apparently old graces have gone by the wayside." She finally looked up and over at him, frowning slightly. "Happy New Year."

Again he blinked. "Oh."

"By the way. You are snowed in."

"What? How.?"

"There was quite a nasty storm last night, if you hadn't noticed."

"No. That's not what I meant. I mean, how did you get in here. And why are you cooking one of. how did you get that through it?" He had finally woken up enough to realize the chicken had been nothing but a block of ice in the freezer; it would have taken hours to thaw it. And simple wooden arrows should never have been able to penetrate it. He quickly reconsidered, remembering that she was anything BUT normal.

"Why should I share thy secrets?"

"Because you are in my house." He paused. "And I am really confused." Groaning he buried his face into his palms. "Someone please tell me this is a dream."

At a sizable pop he looked up to see her chewing on one of the drumsticks. "Truth is stranger than fiction, they young apprentice. Want some?" She offered out the roasted bird."

"No thanks." Gathering his thoughts into one lump sum he poured himself a bowl of cereal and dropped unceremoniously to a seat at the kitchen table. She shrugged and took a seat across from him. With a cheek packed full of cheerios he stared at her. "Apprentice?"

"Took long enough. Am suddenly very unsure about you."

He quickly swallowed. "I just woke up fro cripes sake!" Miffed he dug back into his breakfast.

Again she shrugged. "You need to be more alert at all times."

"Screw that. I'm still trying to figure last night out."

With a slight smirk Sierra watched him shovel spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. "Finish soon. We have a lot of training to begin."

"You said we were snowed in though." With the back of his hand he swabbed away a few droplets of milk that had spattered his lips.

"And your point would be?"

Trunks rolled the thought over in his mind, remembering that she had somehow made it inside without using the front door. Or had she. Having to see for himself Trunks quickly strode to the front and threw open the door, finding himself face to face with a tightly packed wall of white. Frowning he let the door shut and walked back to his food.

"Told you so." Sierra growled through another mouthful of chicken. He didn't feel up to a snide reply.

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Idly Trunks rubbed his neck in confusion, oblivious to the cold air. After he had had his fill she had ushered him upstairs to get showered and dressed. Now he stood atop what normally would have been near roof level of his house. He had never seen this much snow in this area. ~There is definitely something that is NOT right about all of this.~ Frowning he kicked a large ice shard. ~Yep. Not normal at all.~ His thoughts drifted back to the other battles that he had participated in over the years. He had seen some really strange shit, sure, and had met some even stranger people. But this woman took the cake.

In her eerily silent manner she stepped up behind him. "You really need to keep your senses up. I could have killed you just now. Again." Trunks fought a startled twitch.

"How can I prepare if I can't even sense you approaching?"

"You must adapt your senses. Thus far you have encountered braggarts that brandish their strength like a child would a first lost tooth. You must learn how to be discrete."

He turned to face her. "So then, Teach. What's first?"

Sierra smirked and stepped back a few paces, dropping all her weapons and cloak. "Hit me."

Grinning at the opportunity to finally relieve himself of pent up stress he tightened his sash and bolted forward, but when he reached her location she was gone. Before he could even stop himself her elbow came crashing down into his back, planting him face first in the snow. ~How the hell!! Not even Goku can avoid that one!~ Growling he shoved himself back up, reconsidering the situation. ~Okay, so she's faster. There has got to be a way to catch her.~ His eyes darted about the area. Nothing but white. Before he could dodge a searing heat raced past his cheek, leaving a hole in the ice at his foot and stretching to probably the actual ground. Instantly his eyes jumped to the sky, locking onto her hovering figure. With arms outstretched he was barley able to make out the sinister smirk masked by the wreath of flame encircling her hands. ~ Wonder what the chances are that she is the new evil..~ It was a plausible thought for the current time.

For the next twenty minutes he spent the time avoiding and learning to block and counter similar attacks. She allowed him few rests and worked him late into the night. At one brief point he caught a glimpse of her high above him, and for that split second she almost looked like some sort of celestial being descending from the heavens to bless him, radiantly silhouetted by moonlight. The image was quickly shattered, however, as another fireball came streaking towards his face. Three more in secession followed. He blocked all fairly easily, lastly catching her fits as it made a beeline to his nose.

Sierra nodded her approval and retracted her final attack. "Get yourself a meal and some rest. We start early again."

"Don't you ever sleep?"

She hesitated in following him down. During the training she had slowly carved out a path to his front door. "I prefer to take as little as possible."

"Mind if I ask why?"

"Yes I do mind actually. There are private matters and then there are such that should never be spoken of."

He nodded in mild understanding and began digging through his fridge.