1-1. Saiya-jin Budokai - Just the name of a fightinggame I made up.

Chapter 12

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Future Trunks cleared his throat to get Symone's attention, "Well, it is true."

Symone looked up, "Yeah. He's a Super Saiya-jin." she said solemnly.

"But Symone is still a cunning and skillful fighter. She gets that from her mother." he told them.

The atmosphere seem to have filled with curiosity. Symone could feel it. She knew what the next question was going to be.

"Oh. Really?" Krillin asked.

Symone looked at him. Symone began to mouth his words. '...whose the mother...'

"So, tell me, whose the mother of your children, Trunks?" he asked him.

Trunks expression change alittle. His brows furrow, trying not to let the momories of his late wife get to him too easily, "Audrey...."

"Krillin." Bulma whispered.

"Huh?" he turned to her.

She shook her head, "Now is not the time." she whispered to him.

"But why not?"

"Just don't!" she demanded him sternly.

"Fine. Yeesh!"

Symone looked at him for a second, then at the camera, "Um, Dad. I wish I could be home right now. But you know how it is."

Mirai Trunks smiled forcibly, "Yeah. I know." he replied. He paused, then looked at Krillin, "Audrey-Simmone William."

Vegeta blinked at the name.

"Huh?"

"My late wife-- Audrey-- mother of my kids." he answered quietly.

"Oh. And she's a fighter, you say?" Krillin asked him.

"Yeah." he answered, "Um, I'll be right back." he said. He turned to Davion, "Why don't you chat with Symone, okay?"

"Sure."

"And don't embarrass her." he walked away.

"Yes, Dad." he said, almost annoyed. He turned to the camera.

Krillin looked at Symone, "What's wrong with Trunks?"

Bulma groan angrily, "Krillin, you idiot! Did you hear what he just said?!" she asked him without a change of expression.

"What did I do?" he asked quizzically.

Symone sighed, "Krillin. Today is my parents anniversary."

"But what of it? Shouldn't he be happy?"

Bulma sighed exasperately, and put her hand to her head, "He's giving me a HEADACHE!"

"Krillin, our mother died." Davion told him, "My Dad did say 'late wife,' you know."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

The atmosphere changed to sympathy. Symone could feel it.

"And you had to ask him a question, didn't you." said Eighteen as she folded her arms.

"How was I suppose to know?!" he asked hysterically.

"Calm down, please!" Symone told him, "No one knew, but Bulma. But still, you did ask him about our mother being a fighter." she looked down, "Our dad is still barely over it."

"Yeah." Davion agreed.

"Geez," Krillin said apologetically, "I didn't mean to."

"Oh my... Sorry to hear that." Videl said sympathetically.

"So sorry to hear that." Chi Chi said.

Symone sighs, "It's okay." she looks at her brother, "So, Short-stop, have you been training?" she said, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood.

"Hm? Yeah. I training with Dad today." he told her with enthusiasm, "We sparred for30 hours!"

"Oh, really?" she said, trying to humor him and sound just as enthusiastic as he was.

"Yep. He said if I endurance myself to the point 'til he gets tired, I can play video games 'til midnight."

"Dang! Dad went for that?"

"Yeah. He think I couldn't do it. But I got the best of him." he said and chuckled.

"Super Saiya-jin?" Krillin asked him.

"Yep."

"Davion, who trained you?" Gohan asked him.

"Symone and Dad."

"How long have you been training?" Goku asked him.

"Two years." he answered.

Goku smiled, "That's pretty good, for you to have become a Super Saiya-jin." he glanced at Goten, "Goten and Trunks became Super Saiya-jin at your age, too."

"Really?" he asked surprised, "Aw, man. And I thought I was the first youngest Super Saiya-jin."

"Don't worry, Davion. You still are. At least in your time." Gohan told him.

"True, true." he agreed, "But if Symone don't become one soon, she'll be the oldest." he began to chuckled.

She looked at him with an angry look, but then took a deep breath to calm her anger, "Where's Dad?" she asked him.

"He went to his room. He'll be back."

"Symone, what did he went to go do?" Krillin asked her.

"I don't know." she replied, "Hope he's OK, though..." She knew he left to room to avoid of being asked of her again.

"Whoops, here he comes." Davion said, breaking Symone's thoughts "Symone, I'll bid you goodnight. Okay?"

"Okay. Good night." she waved to him, "Don't beat Dad in the Saiya-jin Budokai¹, okay?"

"Beat him?! He's beating me!" he told her.

"Really?" she laughed alittle, "You've been slackin' off. And you use to be a pro at it."

"It's because he's been telling me not to play too much these passed few months. You know... with my grades and such." he told her, "Here's Dad. Good night. And it was nice meeting you guys."

"Alright, Davion. Later." Krillin said.

"Oyasuminasai, Otouto-chan." she said to him.

Trunks got back on, "Well, I better go as well. It was great seeing you guys again. And Symone, I'll talk to you whenever I can." he told her.

"Okay, Daddy." she said, then smiled, "Good night."

He smiled at her, then says, "Good night, everyone."

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It was almost 10 o'clock.

Some of the guests were leaving Master Roshi's Island. And Symone was in the kitchen helping Marron and Chi Chi wash dishes.

"Symone, it is great to find out about you." Chi Chi told her, while washing a dish.

"Really?" she turned to her which clearing the counter top.

"Yeah." she smiled alittle, "Even though your father is from another timeline, and I didn't see him much, I was worried about him like he was my own son." she told her, "But still, he did save my Goku."

Symone smiled, "Yeah. If it wasn't for him to bring that antidote, it would be all over for humanity."

"Yeah, and I would not have had Goten." she went back to her chore.

"True." she agreed, then looked at Chi Chi, "But I just noticed, Goten, Trunks and Vegeta hasn't said much after this whole discovery."

"Oh. Well, Trunks and Goten are a bit puzzled. Bulma and Gohan are explaining to them right now, as you can see. And as for Vegeta, he's always the type who wouldn't mind such things."

"I know that my dad said he is the secretive type, but does he at least care?" she asked her.

"Yeah. Plus you said it yourself--he's secretive."

She blinks, "Oh."

After they were done, Bulma was almost finishing telling Trunks about his alternate self.

Symone sat on the couch, watching the two.

Bura came to Symone, "Symone?"

She turned to her, "Yes?"

"If you are the daughter of a future Trunks, would that make me your aunt?"

Symone laughed little, "Not really. We are related, but not in this world. You don't exist in my timeline."

"Oh. And what about Trunks?"

"Well, I'm not gonna call him 'dad', if that's what you mean." she said humorously.

She laughed alittle, "Oh. That would seem kinda weird." then she looked at her, tilting her head to the side, "How long is your hair?"

"Um, it's pretty long."

"How long? Let it down."

She began to undo the band that held her hair up. And soon, her hair fell down her back, and the ends folded as it touched seat of the couch. Her bangs fell into her eyes, and she brushes them to the side, like it usually is.

"Your hair is very long. How come you haven't cut it?"

"Because I don't want to."

"How come?"

"It's kind of like a logo, I guess."

"A logo?"

"Yeah. It's in my mother's side of the family." she said and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

"Is it real?" she asked her and tugged it without warning.

Symone got startled and pulled her hair away, "Ow! Yeah, it's real!"

"Sorry." she looked down, then at her again, "How is it a logo?"

She sighed, "I long time ago, my mother said women of her race usually have extremely long hair. Most of 'em, at least. It's was kinda genetic, too. It use to mean that a woman has been around and experienced a lot in her life. But now it's dying out."

"How does it grow long?"

"A long time ago, the female Volvanians of another planet were enslaved and work to the extreme. I was told that the Volvanians working so hard for the evil ruler made them stronger, though, the ruler was unaware of that. Being on that planet and put to task mysteriously developed an unusual power. It may've came from the evil ruler. Or the change in atmosphere of the planet. No one really knows for sure. Since then, it just became genetic. You know, kinda like how cutting down lots of trees affect the the oxygen in the air, or polluting the air we breathe. It's just the same as that." Symone thought about what she said, "Come to think about it, my mom didn't have long hair. I guess it skips a generation."

"Vol-van-ians? I've never heard of it."

"Like I said, it's another planet."

"Have you been there before?"

"Yep. I was born there. And I left there..." she thinks about it, "Actually, I was your age when I left, before living on Planet Earth."

"Oh! How cool." she said and got up, "I'm gonna go, now. Bye." she walked off.

Symone smiles alittle, and shook her head.

"Symone?"

She looked up. It was Goten, "Yeah?"

"I was wondering, how much of an experienced fighter are you?" he asked her, then sat down next to her.

"Well, when I was five, I trained from then, to the time my mother died, which was over three years ago. Then I started back a year ago."

"So, you've training most of your life?" he sighed, "I've been too busy to train regularly. With dates and stuff."

Symone chuckled alittle, "Me, too. But that lasted only a year."

"I was gonna ask you, one day, maybe we can spar?"

"Ok." she smiled alittle, "In the next two days maybe?"

"Hmm, the next two days?" he thought about it, "What time?"

"Uhhh, noon-ish?"

"Yeah, sure. That good. I have a date on that day, but noon is fine." he told her.

"Ok."

"So, tell me, how did you meet up with Bulma?"

"Well, it's a funny story, but here goes-- I was in the town, right? And I was only a few blocks away from Capsule Corp. Then all of a sudden, a cop pulled me over, because I was going over the speed limit. I sort of got too excited." she smiled nervously, rubbing the back fo her neck, "So, he ask me for my license. I panicked and gave it to him. He scans it, then noticed my name."

"Man, really?"

"Uh-huh. I thought I was in deep trouble. But instead, he ask me my last name. When I told him, he looks at me funny and tells me he'll ecsort me Capsule Corp. When we got there, he ask for Bulma, and a few minutes later, he tells Bulma about my knowing her and having the same last name. When Bulma looks at me, she recognizes me. And tells him I'm a Brief."

"'Recognizes you'?" he asked her, "You mean you have seen Bulma from this timeline before?"

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. I was five, and my Dad invented the Dimensional Telecommunicator, so I can talk to Bulma through video-cam."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

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(Flashback)

"Symone, sit here and watch closely." Trunks told her.

"What is it, Daddy?" she looked at the device that looked identical to a computer.

"Watch and see." he told her and pressed numbers on the number pad.

"It's like a phone." she noticed.

He looked at her, "Well, yeah, but this is a special kind of phone. A prototype, anyways." he told her.

"Huh?" she cocked to the side her head, "But how?"

"Just wait and see."

After a moment, the signal was found and the phone rang.

"Hello?" answered a voice.

"Hi! Remember me?" Trunks asked.

"Trunks?!" Bulma of the alternate time from which his adventure begin, said with excitement, "I can't believe it's really you!"

Symone blinks with confusion, then looks at her dad, "Isn't that Grandma, Dad?" she asked him.

"Who is that, Trunks?" Bulma asked him.

"Turn on your cam and see." he replied.

After a moment, Bulma came into view, "Trunks, you look well." she looked at Symone, "And who might you be?"

"Huh?" Symone tilted her head.

Trunks looked at Symone, "Symone, this is Bulma from the timeline I went to." he told her, "Remember? In the story I told you?"

"Oh! I remember! I'm Symone-Olivian."

"Hi. Nice to meet you, Symone-Olivian." Bulma greeted, "Trunks, after all these years, you have a family, now?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty busy all these years, and now I finally got a break." rubbed Symone's head alittle.

"Trunks, she beautiful." she told her, "Very cute."

"Thank you." Symone said, blushing alittle.

"Yeah, she is, isn't she?" he said proudly, he looked at Symone, "Why don't you tell you alternative-grandmother what you're gonna do this month."

"I'm gonna join the Martial Arts Tornament!" she announced happily.

"Well, isn't that something? The martial arts tornament will be held in a few months also."

Trunks' eyes widen alittle, "Really? And I bet Dad isn't gonna join. I mean with Goku gone and all."

"Actually, Goku is gonna be there, but for only one day. Thanks to Fortune Teller BaBa."

"Oh, really? And I'm sure he'll make the best of that." he chuckled alittle.

"Yeah, he, Gohan, and my Trunks are all training for the big tornament."

"Wait, you're saying Ms. Chi Chi is allowing Gohan to join?" he asked her, knowing Chi Chi wouldn't want her son to take after his father's habits.

"Yeah. It's for the sake of Gohan's education; in other words-- the prize money for a Ph.D."

"I guess that would get her to give in." he chuckled alittle.

"Well, that's Chi Chi for you." she laughed about it too.

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(Reality)

"Well, that's what happened." she told him, "My dad introduce my mother to Bulma, and we all chatted for a while."

"I see, but why didn't Trunks or Vegeta know about it?"

"Because my dad told her not to tell Trunks. And I guess she didn't tell Vegeta-san." she told him.

"This is so strange." Goten said and leaned back on the couch, "I never thought something like this happen before."

"Neither did Trunks. He wouldn't remember." she said, then a few seconds later, she chuckled.

Goten looked at her, "What's so funny?"

She looked at him, "Huh? Oh, um, nothing. Just something my dad told me."

"What?"

"I'm trying to imagine Trunks, as a baby, pulling on my dad's hair."

"What? Did something like that actually happen?" he asked her.

She chuckled alittle, "Yeah. My dad had long hair at the time, because he he trained in this special room--"

"The Hyperbolic Time Chamber?" Goten cut in.

"Yeah. Have you heard of it?"

"Trunks and I trained in there when we were kids." he told her, "But what happened?"

"Ah. Well, he said that Bulma was worried about him, because he fought the Cell and lost. She had Trunks in her arms, and when my dad took a closer look at him, he grabbed a handful of hair and wouldn't let go." she chuckled again, "It's kinda funny picturing it."

He chuckled too, "Yeah, but I bet Trunks wouldn't remember doing something like that."

She laughed alittle, "Yeah, I bet he won't." she agreed.

"Symone." Bulma called.

She turned, "Yeah?"

"We'll be leaving in fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." she replied, "Well, Goten, it was great seeing you again. I guess we stuck to our request, huh?"

"Yeah. How strange. I guess it was faith." he said and got up, "Maybe while you're here, you can train with me one day. You can show me a few techniques and I'll show some of my own."

She smiled, "That'll be cool."

1-1. Saiya-jin Budokai - Just the name of a fightinggame I made up.