Makoto POV

Trunks gave me clothes to train in and I made my way downstairs to eat my first breakfast in the Brief's household. The first thing I saw when I entered the kitchen was Bulma and Trunks in deep conversation. For some reason this made me fidget with uncomfortableness. Was this jealousy? Probably not. I dismissed this feeling as being uncomfortable in my new surroundings. Trunks noticed me in the doorway and rushed to me, excitement apparent in his face.

"Hey are you ready? I'm giving you a ride to where you're going to train. Piccolo's training you today." Trunks grabbed the keys to his car and I followed him out the door.

On the way over I observed my surroundings and found that this universe wasn't much different from my own, this was comforting considering that I would soon be in unfamiliar territory in almost every aspect of my life.

I noticed how distracted Trunks seemed since we had got in the car, so I tried to think of something to talk about, "So…have you ever trained like this before." I asked

"Of course I train everyday."

"Oh so you trained with Piccolo?" It looked as if I had shot an arrow right through his heart.

"No. I trained with someone else…" he trailed off.

I must have said something terribly wrong because he didn't talk the rest of the ride over and stared straight ahead.

"We're here!" Trunks exclaimed. As I stepped out of the car I waved to Trunks and expected him to leave but instead he turned off the engine and stepped out of the car.

"Piccolo is kind of rough when he's training." He started, "I just wanted to make sure he doesn't over do it." I smiled and nodded. We had arrived in a very desolate area and I could see the figure of a man sitting at the edge of a cliff. I was anxious to start training but if Trunks was really needed to 'protect' me, I wondered what was really in store for me. On the other hand I was convinced I could handle whatever they could throw at me, I was senshi for god's sake.

As we got closer I noticed that the man still hadn't moved and I began to wonder what the hell this guy was doing. I looked at Trunks for an answer but he was staring straight ahead at this figure, apparently meditating. I approached slowly and threw Trunks a sideways smile.

"Is this the warrior?" I jumped when the man finally spoke, his eyes still closed in meditation.

"This is her, and she's ready to train." Trunks said with confidence.

The man stood and faced me. I almost jumped back when I realized this man had green skin and antennas protruding from his forehead. He was tall and his mere presence demanded respect.

"Hi, I'm Makoto." I smiled and outstretched my hand. Piccolo looked at me with a cold hard stare , "Let's get started." He growled. This is not gonna be easy…I thought to myself. Piccolo hovered about 2 feet off the ground, my eyes widened. He looked at me expecting me to try and do the same. I closed my eyes.

I felt absolutely ridiculous. What was I supposed to do? Think of a happy thought? I just sort of stood there and focused on how things flew and pretended I could take off and fly. It didn't work. I opened my eyes to meet Piccolo's disapproving face, "I see we'll have to do this the hard way."

He headed towards a cliff about 20 feet away. He peered over and motioned for me to join him. Trunks seemed to be suppressing laughter. I looked down, there was nothing down there but some trees and rocks, "NOW FLY!" Piccolo screamed.

I felt him push me and I flew off the ledge like a bottle rocket. I couldn't scream for some reason, it seemed like all my air was caught in my throat. I saw the trees coming closer and closer and I realized my only hope for survival was to fly. I tried to focus but my fear was overwhelming me. The ground was approaching at an alarming speed and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had to fly.

But it was too late the ground was 50 feet away now and I braced myself for impact. Then I felt something wrap around my back and cradle my legs and my descent to the ground had stopped and I was being lifted back to the top of the cliff. I looked up to see Trunks slowly flying back to where Piccolo was standing, "I told you he was rough." Trunks laughed out loud. A sense of safety overwhelmed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and muttered thank yous. I buried my face into his shirt and wished I could stay there the rest of training. "It's alright Makoto; I had to do the same thing. The trick is to push you're energy underneath you or behind you, or wherever you want to go." I relaxed in his arms as we slowly rose.

"Well it's nice to get instruction before I get pushed off a cliff." I responded. This routine would repeat about 3 more times. The first 3 times he pushed me off the cliff I resisted. The fourth time Piccolo stopped and stared, "This is the most efficient way to learn this. If you can't handle it, you might as well go home."

I glared coldly at Piccolo, which I think surprised him. I turned around and faced the edge of the mountain and looked at Piccolo. I turned once more and jumped off. Trunks followed shortly after, expecting that I would need him to catch me. I closed my eyes and screened out the rushing wind. I had to fly. I looked deep inside me and searched for the ability to fly. Trunks was coming closer, ready to bring me back up the cliff. NOT YET! I screamed in my head.

I felt something burst out beneath me and I stopped in mid-air. I felt my energy slip and I didn't feel completely safe as I tried to maintain balance. I would falter every once and a while, but I focused and slowly made my way back up the face of the mountain. I reached the top and met Piccolo's satisfied expression. I threw him a cocky grin, "You want to send me home now?"

I had the incredible urge to jump up and down in celebration but I wanted to keep my dignity intact. Both Trunks and Piccolo gave me approving looks.

"Now it's time for the hard stuff." Piccolo smiled. I tried to keep my shoulders from slouching in disappointment, but they noticed anyways.

Trunks POV

Piccolo had never trained someone as hard ad he had trained Makoto that day. We were on our home now. Makoto was asleep in the passenger's seat. I couldn't blame her, I would be passed out too. She looks even more beautiful when she's sleeping…I thought to myself and smiled.

I stared forward and tried to focus on anything else but Makoto in the front seat of my car. Bulma had approached me during breakfast, asking questions about Vegeta., if we had talked at all when we were training. She wants to everything about him, without deliberately asking. They were starting to like eachother already. It was interesting to watch my future parents fall in love.

We arrived at home and I opened the door on her side and gently shook her, "Makoto we're here."

She rolled over and groaned. I shook her again and she opened her eyes and winced.

"Ah the light." She said as she covered her eyes. Her face fell off the seat and into my hand. I blushed wildly. I switched the light off with my other hand.

Makoto?" I asked softly.

"MmmM…?" she murmured.

I smiled down at her and gathered her in my arms. She was exhausted. I cradled her limp form in my arms and brought her to her room. I laid her down gently and her eyes opened slightly. She peered at me through her half opened eyes and managed to mumble, "Thank you so much Trunks." She closed her eyes and fell asleep with a drowsy smile on her face. I smiled back down at her, not exactly knowing why. I hadn't smiled close to never ever since Gohan had died. I had been smiling ever since I had seen Makoto walk through the doorway this morning. In one hardest times that humanity will potentially face in the advent of the androids, and I had found someone who could make me smile. This surprised me. I barely knew her. But what I did know was amazing. I decided should go to sleep and slowly left the room. I went to my bed to sleep but found that I could hardly close my eyes due to the thoughts of confusion running through my head.

Makoto POV

I was running down a hallway in an elegant forest green dress with elaborate details sewn in. Tears were streaming down my face and my legs were running as fast as my muscles would allow. I traveled down a sophisticated hallway that was a part of an ancient looking castle. I continued down the hallway and entered a luxuriously decorated room. I threw myself upon the bed and let my tears flow. The sheets of the bed were drenched in my tears and I felt a deep sense of disappointment and helplessness. A knock sounded at the door but my body, overcome by emptiness, refused to move. My green dress spread across the bed, wrinkled and crumpled but I no longer cared.

"Makoto…" A voice said softly. Recognition of the voice made me look towards the door. I saw a man standing in the doorway, wearing the same disappointed and sad expression on his face. I leapt from the bed and threw myself into the security of this person's arms, tears streaking down my face more than ever.

I shot straight up in bed and looked around the room, the images of the regal dress and the man in the doorway fading slightly. Though the images were fading, the sound of the man's voice and the way I felt as I ran through that hallway were piercingly vivid in my memory. They had seemed so real. I wrapped a blanket around me and decided to go outside. At home, if I was ever having a problem and needed some peace, I went to the roof and looked at the moon. The strong emotions that dream provoked made this seem like the perfect time to pay a visit.

Trunks POV

I awoke with a start. I could hardly remember why. I shrugged it off but still my head was throbbing. I decided that air would do me good and I made my way outside.

I stepped outside into the cold night air, letting relaxation sweep over my body. I looked up towards the sky and noticed a figure in a green dress sitting on the edge of the roof, face towards the sky. I blinked several times and this image faded to reveal Makoto sitting on the rooftop. The air caught in my throat and I found it increasingly more difficult to breathe. This seemed to be happening more and more often the longer I spent time with her.

My gaze was completely fixated on her. I don't know how long I was staring at her like this, but eventually she went inside. After this I found no reason to be outside and I made my way back into the house.