Chapter 17

Final Showdown

Vegeta continues to observe the teenage fighters' match.

Trunks waited patiently for his opponent to get to her fullest of strength, while secretly restoring all the energy that had left him, "She is definitely not going to win this one." he thought to himself, "Though, she seems pretty gifted in strength and tactics, I'm still going to win this."

Symone's power-aura glowed brighter than before. She slowly stood in her fighting posture, as Trunks stood in his.

She stared Trunks dead in his eyes, thinking how to land her final blow on Trunks, without receiving too much damage of her own, "So far, Trunks likes to with his upper body than lower. Heh... just like a man would do. It's always solve things with their fists." she smirked alittle, "So his final attack being a kick is possibly a 100 chances to 1."

In a blink of an eye, the two inflicted their final attack at each other. With a flash of the clashing power-aura of the two strong fighters, a flash filled the site.

Vegeta blinked. He heard two crashes. Both almost the opposite sides from one another. Except one was farther away at an angle.

Vegeta levitated closer to the ground, "Hmph. They both struck one another at the same time. Not canceling each other out. Let's see which one surface first." his said to himself, and crossed his arms over his chest.

After what seemed to have been five minutes, Trunks was the first gain consciousness, and got up onto his feet. Battered from the terrible landing, he held his side, he groans from the throbbing pain, "Damn... I think she broke a few of my ribs..."

Vegeta sees him, "Seems like the boy has won this match."

Trunks looks around for Symone. Starts to levitate a few feet high, "She must be in worse shape than I am, if she's not up on her feet, yet." he began to look around, "Yo, Symone! You alright?!" he called out, hoping to hear her reply. But nothing.

He closed his eyes to concentrate on her energy. He sensed it just barely. But enough to know that she is alive. He tried as steadily as possible to float the direction he was sensing her, "Symone, if can hear me, say something!" he continued to call out.

No response.

He landed on the ground, and looked around again. Then he heard something not too far from where he was standing.

Symone came from beneath the pile of rocks and debris, and began coughing. Her tanktop was tore badly, revealing her black sports-bra she was wearing underneath; blood was trailing down from the bicep of her left arm, and her hair was unkempted.

"Hey!" Trunks called out and walked towards her, "You alright?"

She nodded a bit, "Yeah. Been better, though." she chuckled weakly, and began to stand on both feet. She looked at Trunks, "Looks like you won this round."

He smiled alittle, "Yeah." he held out his hand, "You were a great opponent. You really tore me up."

She took his hand and shook it, "You were, too." she said, but then cringed from the pain in her arm, then groaned. She ripped off what was left of her tanktop and began to wrap it around the wound on her arm.

"Let me help you." Trunks offered, and tightened the fabric around her arm and tied it.

She smiled alittle, "Thanks."

He smiled back.

"I have to admit, I was quite impressed with this match." Vegeta said, approaching them, "Even as sloppy as you fought, Symone, you still managed to hold up against my son. You seemed more cunning than he was."

Trunks blinks.

Symone blinks too, "Um... really?"

"Trunks, do you even know the patterns or the way this girl fight?"

"Um..." he began, "Well, no, not really." he rubbed the back of his neck.

Vegeta scoffs, "Hmph. Just as a thought. You didn't even take the time to at least study her movements or technique. Therefore, you became a Super Saiya-jin way too soon." he crossed his arms over his chest, "You were concentrating on your victory, than figuring your opponent out. You could've been in defeat if this girl was stronger than she needs to be. Pulling a stunt like that can get you killed one day, Boy."

"So, does that mean you know my style in fighting, Ojiisan?" Symone asked him.

"Yes."

Symone and Trunks' eyes grew wide.

"Don't look so surprised. It may've been a very difficult to face the way this girl fought, but she fights more like her mother-- like a true Volvanian." Vegeta said.

"You're right. I do." she said, "How would he know I fight like Mom? Dad trained me longer than Mom did. Eh, maybe he's just saying that because of my cunning skills." she smiled at the thought of that.

"Well, now, is that so?" Trunks asked.

She nodded, "Yep. Like I said, not everyone has the strength of a Saiya-jin."

"True."

Vegeta began to levitate, "That's enough for today." he told the teens, "Never thought I'd see the day a Volvanian fight a blooded Saiya-jin, again."