Authors note: I don't own any character from Dragonball Z, or any lines. This is just something I like to do to pass the time, so do not judge my story on what it sounds like.
"Goku! Where are you?" a voice cried from the woods. A little head of black, stuck out, pointed hair popped out of the pond and looked around.
"Hey, Rioki! I am over here!" cried the little twelve year old. The black haired girl ran out of the woods and plopped herself down beside the pond.
"Come on, Goku! Bulma is making dinner! It should be ready soon," she called. Goku pulled his clothes on, with his tail sticking out the back, and raced his little sister back to Master Roshi's house.
"Aunt Rioki! Hello, are you in there?" a voice called. Rioki was shaken out of her memory and looked up at the spitting image of her older brother, many years earlier.
"Hey, Goten. What are you doing out here? I thought you were training with Gohan," she asked, spinning around her little nephew.
"Yeah, but he went inside for a drink of water. I think I'm too strong for him, Aunt Rioki. What do you think?" he asked, walking back to the field with her.
"Maybe. I mean, although your brother did save the world from being blown up seven years ago, he has been doing schoolwork more often than fighting, which was one thing he was raised to do. So, lemme see what you got," she said, smiling. Goten powered up into Super Saiyan and came at his aunt with all he had. Rioki kept herself the same and blocked, dodged and worked around little Goten.
"Hey, Aunt Rioki! I thought we were the only ones training for this tournament thing," Gohan called. Rioki and Goten stopped for a while and talked with Gohan.
"Hey, listen, Gohan. It has been seven years since I've seen my brother, and even then, it was only after Doctor Gero was destroyed by seventeen and eighteen. Remember?" she asked. Gohan dropped his gaze down to the grass and nodded.
"Hey, its alright. It was only for eight years… whoa… that was a loooong time, don't you think?" she asked, laughing. Gohan and Goten laughed, too, and then Rioki added, "Man, now I feel old, but not as old as your father…you have never seen him, have you, Goten?" He shook his head. "Well, hey, wanna see him?" The little boy nodded. Rioki waved her hand in mid-air and blinked, then snapped her fingers, and a little picture of Goku.
"Wow, Aunt Rioki! That's so cool!" Goten cried, and Chi-Chi ran outside to see what was going on.
"What… oh, Rioki, you know that that scared me," she said.
"Sorry, Chi-Chi. I'm just showing Goten what his father looks like. Hey, when is lunch?" she asked. Chi-Chi laughed, and said, "About two hours."
"Man, and I am hungry now, too," Rioki said.
"Then take the boys out for ice cream or something. You know, you guys could train on the way to town, too," Chi-Chi said, walking back into the house.
"Hey, that isn't a half bad idea. You guys wanna come with me and get some ice cream from town?" she asked.
"Yeah!" they exclaimed. Rioki called into the house to let Chi-Chi know, and then they flew off toward the city.
"So, Goten, how's your ice cream?" she asked, licking the tip of her cone.
"It was good!" he cried. Rioki looked over, and saw that he had already eaten his cone, but left some goo all over his face.
"Goten! Your filthy, and your mother would never forgive me if I brought you home like that. Come on, let's get you cleaned up at the fountain," she said, swallowing her cone and walking across the street with the boys.
"Hey, Gohan! Wait up!" another voice called.
"Hey, Videl. What're you doing here?" he asked.
"I was just taking a walk. Who's this?" she asked.
"Videl, this is my Aunt Rioki. Aunt Rioki, this is my friend, Videl. Rioki is my dad's sister, and almost as strong as him," Gohan explained.
"Really? Wow. Nice to meet you…are you entering in the tournament?" she asked.
Rioki ran the cold water down Goten's face, and replied, "Yes I am, and hopefully, I get matched up against someone good."
"Goten, hold still or your going to be sticky when we get home, and I will never hear the end of it," she said, and gently rubbed the little boy's face clean.
"Thanks, Aunt Rioki. Can I see my daddy again?" he asked. Rioki brought out a picture and said, "This is me, and here's your dad, and Tien and Chiaotzu, and Krillin, Vegeta is back there, Yamcha is right…here, Piccolo, and Gohan…oh, there is your mom, right there, and then there is Roshi, Bulma, and Professor Brief is way in the back by Mrs. Brief and the Ox-King. I had an old friend take this picture back before the battle with Cell…" Rioki froze, and looked up at Videl, who said, "My dad won that match. But I am so sick of hearing about it…he let's this fame get to his head." Rioki looked at Gohan, who shrugged, and sat down on the grass.
"So, you are all going to enter in the tournament tomorrow?" Videl asked.
"Yeah, we are. And, as I have heard, so are you. Do you think you are going to win?" Rioki asked.
"Maybe. If I am as strong as my father, or stronger, even, then yes, I know I will," she said. Rioki stifled laughter, and turned to her family.
"We should head back. Your mother may be getting worried about you boys," she said. "It was really nice meeting you, Videl, and I guess we will see you tomorrow at the tournament. Good-bye!" Rioki called, and they all flew on back to the house.
"Hello?" Chi-Chi asked, opening the door at the house. Rioki sat on the couch, reading a story to Goten, and Gohan was helping out, by acting out the parts of the characters. "Hello, Chi-Chi. Is Rioki here?" asked the man at the front door.
"Yes. Hang on, just a second," she replied slowly, and walked into the living room, letting her sister-in-law know someone was at the door for her.
"Oh, Goten, I'll be right back," she said, and headed over to the open door. The moonlight was brighter than usual and it blinded her for a second. She blinked, and noticed a figure covered in a black cloak standing there, with a smaller figure, also covered in a black cloak, in front of her.
"Hello," she said, and the taller figure pulled down the hood. "Oh, hello, Vegeta. What's up?"
"I found this playing around with Trunks in my yard. I believe it is yours," he said, and gave the smaller figure an easy shove forward. They pulled down their hood, and smiled.
"Hi, mommy!" the little girl cried.
"Hey, sweety! Did you fly over there again? Don't answer that, I know you did. Go on inside, and play with Goten; I'll be right in," Rioki said, kissing her daughter's forehead and letting her run off. "Thanks, Vegeta. Do you want to come in for something to drink?" she asked.
"No way, Rioki. I have more training to do before tomorrow. I wish to beat Kakarot tomorrow, unless you beat him first. Then I wish to beat you. I don't care who it is, I just want to beat one of you," he said.
"I'm not sure I can beat him, no matter what. We are almost equal in strength, remember. Besides, you'd probably break me in half if we had to fight together. So, are you ready to see Goku again?" she asked, closing the door and leaning against it to talk to Vegeta.
"Yes, I am ready to see him…see him lose!" he exclaimed, laughing.
"Vegeta, shut up. Well, I was right in the middle of reading to Goten, and Gohan and I still have some training to put in before tomorrow, too, so, I should get back inside. It was good to see you again, and tell everyone I say hi," Rioki said, and slipped her arms around Vegeta's shoulders. He hugged her around the waist and said, "Fine, I guess I will." She smacked his shoulder, waved, and went back inside.
"What did he want, Aunt Rioki?" Gohan asked, setting his glass back down on the table.
"He just wanted to return my daughter to me," she said, and pulled Goten back up into her lap.
"Alright, now where were we?" she asked, picking up the book.
Thirty minutes passed by, and they ate dinner rather quickly.
"Sansui, it's time for you and Goten to get to bed if you're going to be awake enough for the tournament tomorrow," Rioki said, picking up her daughter. Goten and Sansui slept in rooms right next to each other, so it was pretty easy to stick them in bed, and then go out and train with Gohan. By the time she got outside, though, he was already Super Saiyan and was above the trees, waiting.
"Alright, nephew, you ready to train?" she asked, getting up to his level and flicking her wrists once, twice, three times, and changing herself Super. She happened to be the first, last, and only female Super Saiyan anyone has ever seen. It still surprised Gohan and Goku sometimes, but they always quickly covered their shock. Gohan fired the first blast, and Rioki dodged, and flew over to him, then went to strike, but they hit each other, elbow to elbow. They continued, elbow-to-elbow, fist-to-fist, knee-to-knee, and blast-to-blast. The training seemed to drag on forever, but finally, with one blow firm blow to the stomach, Gohan was drifting down to the ground. Rioki dropped down beside him, to see if he was alright.
"I'm okay. That was really tough. What do you say we quit now, before we kill each other?" he asked.
Rioki nodded, and dropped into the grass.
"Aunt Rioki, what's the earliest memory you have of you and dad together?" Gohan asked, lying beside her.
"Hmm. I think it was right when we first landed here on earth. We were in our little space ship, cuddled together, afraid of what would happen, and when I looked at your father, he was asleep. I lost my grip on his arm, and dropped my hand to the pendant I had around my neck. Our parents gave it to us, so we would always remember them. As soon as I touched it, I saw them, exactly what they were doing. Mom was in the kitchen, dad was sparring. With whom, I am not sure. I was able to see them until I was about seven or eight. When I touched it, nothing happened, except I saw a big flash of light, heard lots of screams, and then….nothing. It happened to be the exact moment when Frieza blew up the planet and everyone on it, including my parents, and Vegeta's parents, and all the other full-blooded Saiyans. It still surprises me that only one blast from Frieza blew up an entire planet, yet Trunks defeated him with, what, two hits? One slice, one blast. It's hard to believe that that was only about ten years ago, Gohan. What do you think?" she asked.
"It is hard to believe. Three years before I, with some help from Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, you, and Vegeta, defeated Cell…he killed my father. I still cannot believe that, can you?" he asked. Rioki shook her head, and looked at the moon.
"Hey, Gohan, it's almost eleven. We should get to bed, too, if we're ever going to stay awake at the tournament. I wonder who I'm going to have to fight," she said, standing up, putting one arm around her nephew, and walking into the house.
"Ugh. Who is it?" Rioki groaned, rolling over and looked at the clock. A tap came to her window, and the clock flashed 1:55 AM.
"Pssst, Rioki. It's me," a voice whispered. She sat up, and looked out the window.
"Trunks? Is that you?" she asked, slipping out of bed and silently walking towards the window.
"Yeah," he replied.
"What are you doing here? Why did you come back from the future?" she asked, pulling open her window some more.
"I wanted to see you. I mean, come on, you are the mother of my child,…and that's a little weird."
"I missed you, Trunks," she whispered. Suddenly, his face turned cold in the moonlight, and his eyes changed, then his face, then him completely, right into Cell.
"No! Your dead! Gohan defeated you himself, I watched!" she cried. He thrust his hand in the window, and wrapped it tightly around her neck, and then jammed his tail into her stomach. She screamed as loud as she could, and then sat up in bed, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her face. When she realized that it was all a dream, she fell back onto her pillow, buried her face into it, took a breath, and then whispered to someone that wasn't there, "I miss you, Trunks. I miss you a lot."