Chapter 13

Symone's Request

It was after 11 o'clock when Symone, Bulma, and her family arrived home.

As soon as everyone got to the top floor, Bulma took Bura's hand, "Come on, dear. I know you're tired. So, let me give you a quick bath, so you can get to bed."

She yawned, "Ok." and let Bulma lead her.

Bulma turned to Trunks, "And I don't want you staying up too late."

"Wasn't planning to." he yawned too, "I was falling asleep on the way home, myself."

Bulma looked at Symone, "You too, Symone."

She nodded, "Yes ma'am."

Vegeta just walked ahead down the hall to the gravity room.

Symone looked his way, "Where is he going?" she asked herself quietly.

"To the Gravity Chamber." Trunks answered her.

She looked at him, "Gravity Chamber? At this time a night?"

He nodded, "Yeah. He's always like that."

"Hm. How long will he be there?"

"An hour or so." he yawned again.

"Oh." Symone began to walk down the hall.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked her, "Your room is the other way."

"I know. I'm gonna wait for Vegeta to get done training. I need to ask him a question." she told him as she continue to walk down the hall.

He chuckled alittle, "Well, you might as well bring a magazine with ya." and followed her, "I can keep you company for a little while if you want." he told her.

She turned to him, then smiled alittle, "Sure." she replied, "Is there anything you wanna ask of me?"

"There's a lot I wanna ask you."

"Fire away."

"Um, well, for one thing, it's strange to meet someone from a different time of an alterante dimension."

"Yeah, it is." she agreed.

"You're not gonna call me 'Dad' are you?" he smiled alittle.

"Nah. I am your age. And that would be too strange for me." she looked down for a second, "But if it's cool with you, I wanna hang, and spar with you." she requested.

"Of course, you can hang out with me. And yeah, you can spar with me. Your dad did say so." he told her and stopped at a door, "It'll be nice to spar with a new competitor. If you can handle it."

"Yeah, I can handle it." she smirked.

He gave her a smirk similar to his father, "Don't get too cocky. I'm not like your father." he told her, "I may be as strong as him. Maybe even stronger."

"Heh. That doesn't matter. I'm probably more cunning that you."

"Is that a challenge?"

She nodded her head, "Yeah. I was trained by both my parents, plus picked up on my own techniques. I was trained to be more cunning than stronger."

"And I take it you got that from your mother?"

She nodded.

"That's only half of what you have to rely on." he told her, "I mean, I take it you're the type that think brains are better than brawn, right?" he asked her.

"Mostly in sparring." she replied, "I was trained to rely more on thinking up of strategies." she looked down little, "Not every battle is won with brawn. And not everyone has enormous strength like a Saiya-jin."

Trunks chuckled alittle, "No need to tell me that; I had to learned that the hard way."

She looked at him, "Training with Vegeta-san?"

He shook his head, "An unexpecting battle."

"Oh."

Trunks yawned alittle, then sighed, "I better get to bed. Goten and I'll tell you about that sometimes."

Symone nodded, "Okay."

"Well, goodnight." he said and began to walk away, then turned, "Oh, and about that you being more cunning and I am-- I would love to challenge you on that."

"Are you declaring a match against me?" her eyes looked a bit wide with excitement.

"Yeah." he smirked, "Tomorrow; noon. Okay?"

She smirked back, "Okay. I'm up for the challenge."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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Symone was sitting on the floor, Indian-style, with her back against the wall. She wearily looked at her watch, "12:48." she yawned, "Shouldn't he be done by now?" she asked herself.

"Symone?"

Symone turned her head and saw Bulma at the end of the hall.

"Why aren't you in your room?" she asked her as she approached the girl.

"I..."Symone was about to speak, but another yawn escaped her, "I'm waiting on Vegeta-san. I wanna ask him something."

"Is it that important for you to stay up and wait for him when you could be sleeping?" she asked her.

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

Symone shook her head, "I don't want to say. No offense, but I don't want to jinx the opportunity. I'll tell you this, though: if he says 'yes' I'll tell you then."

Bulma arched an eyebrow, "O-kay." she yawned, "Well, you better get to bed. ASAP." she turned and walked back from where she came from, but then stopped and turned to Symone, "Hey, Symone."

Symone looked up.

Bulma smiled alittle, "I know it'll be kinda strange for you, but try calling Vegeta 'grandfather'."

Symone blinked, "Um, will he respond to that?"

"He would. Trust me."

Symone smiled alittle, "Yes ma'am." she said, then yawned.

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After a few minute, the door sliding open by controls woke Symone up.

Vegeta stepped out of the room, then noticed she was sitting on the floor, next to the door. He used the towel around his neck to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Symone stood up, "Ojii-san?" she began. She noticed that the Saiyan Prince isn't much taller than she is, but she still have to look up at him.

He looked at her, "Hm?"

"While I'm here, I'm planning on sparring with the Z-Fighters. But I've mainly came to this timeline to ask you to train me." she asked him.

"Train you?" he said with gruffness in his voice, with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes. Train me to become a Super Saiya-jin." she told him, "I wanna know how to become a Super Saiya-jin."

"It takes a lot of hard training, and will power." he told her, then began to walk off.

"Is that all?" she asked him, "I've tried all of that. For 5 years, three years ago, but there were no results."

He stopped in his tracks, "Well, then, maybe you didn't train hard enough."

"But I did!" she exclaimed.

He turned his head alittle, so she can see his profile, "To the breaking point?"

"The breaking point?" she asked quizzically

"It takes more than desire to gain the power; it takes hardwork."

"Look, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Just train me. Please." she pleaded, "My dad has even helped me, but I don't think he was strict enough."

"How did your brother become Super Saiya-jin?"

She thought about it, "From training with my dad. But one day, when it was my mother's birthday, so I think it was really his emotions that unleashed him of his power. He was training alone that day." she told him, "But mostly, I would have to say is that he was also angry."

He turned to looked at her in full vision, "I won't train you."

Her eyes twitched from his answer.

"But if you listen to my commands, then you might become lucky." he told her.

"Your commands?"

"Yes, my commands. I already know you're not strong enough to even spar with me. Instead I want you to spar with Trunks tomorrow. I will observe your movements, and techniques. And see what you lack of. Other than power." he turned forward, "That much I will do."

"Okay." she replied, "Trunks and I have already scheduled a sparring match tomorrow noon. Maybe you can observe the match then."

"Very well, then." and with that, he began to walk away.

Symome smiled to herself, "That was easier than I thought. she thought, I was certain that he would have said 'no'. He may not be training me, but at least he's willing to help." she can feel herself already getting excited.