Chapter 14

Symone vs. Trunks

Symone woke up early that day. She was excited about today's agenda: Sparring with Trunks!

She bathe and got dressed into her training clothes: a black and gray sports tanktop, with the Capsule Corporation logo; black drawstring sweatpants; and white K•Swiss brand sneakers. She braid her long hair to keep it out of the way.

When everyone was at the table, almost done eating, Vegeta was th first to finish. He got up from the table, "After breakfast, I want you two to meet me outside in the backyard." he was referring to Trunks and Symone.

"OK, Dad." said Trunks.

"Yes, sir." Symone replied.

Trunks sighed, "I wonder what kind of training Dad has in mind now?" he asked himself outloud.

"The kind of trainy Dad will have you all beaten up." Bura said while playing with her food.

"I wasn't asking you, twerp." he said sharply.

"But you asked!" she exclaimed.

"But I didn't ask for an answer from you, now did I?!" he retorted.

"Momma, Trunks' being rude to me again!"

"Can it, Bura!" he shouted.

"Trunks! Bura!" Bulma yelled from in front of the sink, "It is way too early for you too to be arguing right now!" she scold, "Now, say sorry to each other and let that be that!" she command.

Trunks groaned in digust, "Sorry." he said under his breath.

"I didn't hear you." Bura said.

He grumbled, "I... said... 'sor-ry'." he said firm, clearly and slow.

"Okay. Me too." said with perkiness in her voice.

Symone shook her alittle, "I know EXACTLY how you feel, Trunks-kun." she remember how Davion always had her parents on his side whenever they had an argument. She cleared herself of the thought, then cleared her thoat, "Trunks-kun?"

He looked at her, "What?"

"Actually, I know what Ojiisan's up to."

"What is it?"

"Well, last night I asked him of a request, and he knows about our scheduled sparring match; so he's pretty much gonna watch. He's probably gonna escort us somewhere to spar."

"That sounds cool." he said, "But what did you ask him?"

"Oh... just something." she said, then smiled to herself.

He looked at her with an arched brow, then shook his head, "Women and their secrecy."

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Thirty minutes later, Trunks and Symone approached Vegeta in the backyard.

The Saiya-jin Prince looked at one to the other, then turned around, "Follow me." he said, then powered up, and blasted into the sky.

The two teenagers did the same.

After thirty minutes of flight, Vegeta finally landed, and a few minutes later the other two did as well.

He turned to them, "You two will be sparring here today."

Symone looked around, it was a mountainous deserted land, but it looks like the place has been disturbed once or twice.

Vegeta began to walk off, "I'll be watching." and with that, he launched to the highest plateau.

"Ready?" Trunks asked Symone.

She levitated a few yards away, then landed.

Trunks stood in his fighting posture, "She doesn't know what she's getting herself into." he smirked, "When Dad is observing my sparring matches with Goten, secretly, that is when I fight at my best."

Symone stood in fighting posture, "I'll show you how a cunning a blooded Volvanian can be."

"Just because you're a girl, Symone, don't think I'll go easy on you." he warned her, "After all-- you're still a Saiya-jin."

She smirked at his remark, "OK, I'll go easy on you, then. It wouldn't be all that fair. After all, you are a bishounen."

He smirked at her comeback.

After a few minutes of trying to predict one another's first move, Trunks lauched at Symone, with a punch, in top speed. But she disappeared before his fist landed.

"That was way too obivious." he thought to himself, then saw the girl a few feet in from of him.

She launched at him with the same attack, but he blocked it with his arms, and they began to fight rapidly, meeting blow for blow. And moving in vanishing images high in the sky.

Symone backed away to dodge Trunks' swing punch, and her fist aimed for his face, but he grabs it.

She still forces her fist forward with a fraction of her strength, but Trunks is battling with her as he pushes forward as well.

He gives in on her force, causing her to fall forward pass him, and knees at her stomach. But to his surprise-- he only hits the air. Then feels a painful blow to the back; between his shoulder blades. Symone elbowed him.

He falls for a second, but stops himself in an instant. And began to look around for Symone, "Where is that broad?" he thought to himself, looking around, "I know you're moving fast." He closes his eyes and concentrate on the vibrations in the wind, "There!" he dodges her invisible attack, then blasts her in the stomach.

Symone groans in pain alittle, then stands in midair, in her fighting posture, "You got me." then she smirked,"That was a great warm-up."

He smirked, "Yeah. It was; enough to get the blood flowin'." he still in his posture, "Ready to fight for real?"

"Yeah." she said and squeezed her fists in a tight ball, tight enough to crack her knuckles.