This is the continuation of my fanfic Symone's First Time Travel. Thanks For being patient. I really want to finish this story so I can start my next fic I've been plotting for months. Well... Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Symone Getting Ready For Her Entrance

It's been two days since Trunks said good-bye to Symone. He didn't miss her too much. It's just that if he would have known earlier that this young girl was his alternative daughter, he would have probably had a sparring partner before she departed. Even if she is more powerful than he is.

He was laying in his bed that late evening. He was thinking about the photograph of Symone's mother-- Audrey. He can't help but to think about this woman. He know he has seen her before. But from where?

He rolled over on his back and rested his hand under the back of his head. Just looking at the ceiling, "Where have I seen that woman before?" he asked himself in his thoughts. He continued to think about the image of Audrey, to see if he can remember when and where he seen this woman.

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(Flashback)

A young girl in her teen years of fourteen, wearing a dark navy blue long sleeved shirt, and fitted jeans. She had her shoulder length hair in a ponytail, tied with a thin scrunchy. She came through the double-doors, when the shopkeeper peeked from his newspaper.

"Hi Audrey. On your way home from school?" he asked her, noticing the school's textbooks in her arms.

"Yes sir." she answered as she approached the counter, "I heard you got in some new stock of food and water supplies for this neighborhood two days ago." she told the man.

The man's face changed to an apologetic expression, "Sorry, Audrey. But I'm freshed out." he told her.

Audrey's eyes widen alittle, "What? You are?"

The man nodded.

She held her head down, "I guess I was too late, huh?" she said quietly.

"Sorry, Audrey. The last two crates of water and food was taken this morning." he told her, "To be honest with you, I'm not sure when I'll get in some more. I'll have to check with my supplier."

"Okay."

"I know it's kinda hard for you to come here for the supplies and all. With your mom working almost the whole day and your grandmother being sick this month." he said with some sympathy, "If anything, you'll be the first to know when some more supplies come in. Okay?"

Audrey gave the shopkeeper a smile. A sad one, "Thanks. My mother, grandmother and I would be most appreciative." she said, then slightly bowed, "I'll see you tomorrow for a daily visit."

"O.K, then. See you tomorrow. And tell your mother I said hi. And best wishes for your grandmother. Okay?"

She smiled, but still somewhat sad, "Thanks, Mr. Bailey." she turned around to leave.

After she walked out of the store, she began to feel bad about not bringing any food or water supplies home. She sighed deeply, "At least we have enough to last us until the end of the week." she said to herself, "But would that be enough? There's no telling when will more supplies come in." she said.

She turned a corner, "Or maybe I can eat one meal a day. That'll stretch it. But Mom wouldn't like that at all." she said sadly, "And it's bad enough that she's missin' meals with this whole volunteer work."

Audrey turned another corner, but bumped into somebody, causing her books to fall out of her arms. She looked up then abruptly bowed apologetically, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." she said, then began to pick up her schoolbooks. As she reached for her textbooks, one of her books were being handed to her.

She looked up, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." said Trunks, as he picked up her last one.

"Again, I apologize. I was thinking and not paying attention." she retreived the last textbook from him.

He smiled alittle, "It's okay."

"Are you heading towards Mr. Bailey's shop?" Audrey asked him.

He blinked, "Yes." he answered, "Good guess."

"I had a feeling you were. But I was just there, he said he doesn't have anymore supplies right now." she told him.

"He doesn't? Thanks for telling me. I'll have some more in at least by Friday."

She blinked confusingly, "You're the one giving this neighborhood supplies?"

"Yeah. It's a volunteer work." he told her, "Courtesy of Capsule Corp." he said with a smile.

She sighed alittle, "Okay. Thanks for telling me. I'm really gonna need to get some before it's too late." she told him, "Good day." she said before she continued on her way home.

He blink and watched for a second before he reached in his pocket and felt a capsule in there, "Hey, wait." he called to her.

She turned around.

He came to her, "Here, take this with you." he held the capsule towards her.

She just looked at it.

"Take it."

She looked at him, "What is it?" she asked him, almost suspicious of it.

"It's food and water supplies. I was gonna give it to Mr. Bailey ro give to his first customer, but I think I found her." he told her with a smile, "It's a week's worth of supplies. It should hold ya till I bring more."

She reached for it, then looked up at him, "Thank you very much." she said gracefully, "I really appreciate it." she told him.

He smiled at her for her happiness, "I knew there was something eating you. And I can tell from your change of attitude that I have solved your problem."

She smiled alittle, "Yeah, you did." she replied, "Thanks again." she said before she turned to walk away, "You really made my day." with a slight blush.

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(Reality)

Trunks opened his eyes.

He sat up in bed. That dream... he thought, "...I remember now".

He laid back down on his back, looking at the ceiling, like he did the night before he drifted to sleep, "It happened almost a year ago." he said to himself in the darkness of his bedroom. He looked to the side to see the time. It had 4:48 am.

He sighed, "Was my rememberance of the encounter with that girl that important?" he sighed again, "Because I was thinking about the photograph for the passed two days." He sat up again, "I might as well get up. Only alittle after a quarter till."

Meanwhile...

Symone opened the canopy after a safe landing.

"Made it." she said before she leapt out of the machine. This time, she landed someplace deserted.

"Well, at least there's no trees around." she looked around, "I bet this was where Dad destroyed Frieza, his father and those goons." she thought to herself.

She reached in her bag, which was over her left shoulder, for her cell phone. She dialed her home number.

It rang four times before her father answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dad! Guess where I'm at?" she greeted happily.

"You made it?"

"Yep!"she answered cheerfully, "I know you wanted me to call before I left, but I explained to the Trunks of that timeline about myself. And it would be kinda weird for me to talk to you with another dimensional version of yourself standing at my present."

Trunks chuckled, "Don't worry about it. But are you sure you're where you're suppose to be?"

"Pretty much. I haven't met anyone, yet. I just got here." she told him.

"Okay, then."

"I was gonna freshen up, before I head towards West City. But, I'm not sure where I'm at." she told him, while looking around again.

"What info is displayed on the computer?" he asked her.

"Let me check." she said.

She floated to the top of the entrance of the time machine, "It reads '782-1250'."

"Hmm...Well, you're gonna have to go northwest to get to the city. Direction pointed 10 o'clock." he told her.

"Okay. I'll use my motorcycle."

"Fine. Just be careful." he told her.

She smirked, "Don't worry. I can handle it. If I couldn't you would have not gave it to me for my 14th birthday." she reminded him.

"True. But still, I know you. You barely wear a helmet sometimes."

"I'm not as fragile as a full-blooded human, you know." she said, "Well, I'll call you later. I can hear static building up in the signal."

"Okay. Talk to you later." he said, "Good-bye."

"Buh-bye." she said before she hung up.

Symone put her time machine in it's capsule, and did what she told her father, took the capsule, which contained the capsule house, and threw it to the ground. Her house appeared.

After Symone bathed in her capsule house, she changed into some new clothes; a dark-violet waist length vest, underneath was a black tube top tied by draw-string at the cleavage, and black denim shorts, and the widely known strapped boots in the hot tan color, brown at heels and toes. She tied her long hair up in a bun, "Well, time to hit the road. If I can find it." she threw a capsule on the ground, after clicking it. After the smoke cleared, her motorcycle appeared. Comparatively similar to the one Bulma had as a teenager. She walked up to it the red motorcycle, that had an 'S' engraved on the hubcap, representing her ownership.

She got on it and began to rig its engine up for power. After fifteen minutes, she reached into the glove compartment and pulled out her driving gloves, that she sometimes wear. She slipped them on, put her bike goggles on and placed her hands on the bike's steering handles, "Okay... Dad said I had to go northwest to get to West City." she said to herself to remember. She looked at the data screen for directions. It read 'E' for East. She revved it, then speed off and made a U-turn to head west.

After three hours, Symone has found a road, but it's been over 100 miles and she hasn't rode into a single shred of civilization.

She sighs, "If I don't find a city soon, I will fall asleep on this bike." she continued her route going northwest, like her father said, "I should have asked Father how long it would take me to get to West City on my motorcycle."

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"I don't believe this!" she exclaimed as she closed the refridgerator. The mid-aged woman sighed, "I'm out of milk. And just when I was just about to bake a cake."

Chi Chi walked out of the kitchen and to the foot of the stairs, "Goten?" she called.

"Yeah?" he answered from his room, with the door slightly opened.

"I know you're gonna go meet your father out for sparring, but I need you to go to the store for me." she told him.

"Okay. I'll be down in a sec." he replied.

The 16 year old Goten came downstairs.

"I was about to bake a cake, but there isn't any milk in the fridge. Can you go to the nearest town for me and get a one gallon of 2 percentmilk?" she asked him.

"Sure, Mom." he said and and headed toward the front door.

"Goten, you're not gonna fly there, are you?" she asked him.

"Yeah. It's much quicker."

Chi Chi sighed with exasperation, "Goten, can you do something more earthly for once?"

"Oh, come on Mom." he whined alittle, "The faster I go and get back, the soon you can bake that cake." he said and left that behind him when he jumped into the sky and jetted off. Flying high into the mid-morning sky.

Chi Chi walked to the door and leaned her shoulder against the frame, "The faster you go and come back home, the quicker you can get to sparring, eating and devouring my cake." she said quietly, then smiled, "Just like his father."

Goten flew his way to the nearest town, "At least Mom didn't ask who drunk the last of the milk. Or I might had to turn myself in." he chuckled alittle.

He found a road from above and began to follow it. He was still pretty high in the air, but if anyone was on the road, he can be real easily spotted. Goten kept straight ahead, until he saw someone on a motorcycle. He flew alittle higher, Great. So much for crewin'." he said.

He flew higher into the sky, "I better keep my words and make this a quick trip." he said, then powered up and sped off very fast, leaving a stream cloud at his trail.

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Symone a snapped her head up, "Whoa!" she said, as she felt that energy. She looked around real quickly, and looked back at the road, "Where did that come from?" she thought, "That felt enormous."

She noticed the clouds' design in the sky, which began to fade, from whatever force passed by, "Someone passed by here." she claimed, then sped up, alittle over the speed limit, "I'm gonna find out who this is."

She continued down the road, following Goten's trail to the next town.