Eight years had passed, and the world was still relatively peaceful. Yes, there were robbers and all that, but nothing threatening enough to destroy the world again.
Trunks was in an empty room, training. He took up training since he thought he might need it if another big threat came once again and he had to rise and be the hero, again.
He was throwing punches in the air. He had a towel around his neck and he only wore martial arts shoes and baggy green pants.
Meanwhile, Kini was in her bedroom, doing the same thing; she wasn't your typical eight-year-old girl, no.
She was a tomboy and was far from girly. At the time she sported a short-sleeved blue shirt and baggy jeans and clean, white tennis shoes.
She had her long black hair tied into a ponytail. She also took up training. She mainly did it because she wanted to be like her father, but also did it since it kept her occupied.
She didn't have many friends, in fact most kids her age teased her for being a tomboy. But she didn't care. She didn't care one bit.
She only really had one friend; Dennim. He was a short boy with curly ginger hair and several freckles on his face. He was sort of annoying, but Kini could put up with him.
Dennim was the only person who didn't tease her, probably since he was teased himself for being so short. That's why the two became friends in the first place, they were both teased.
Kini was interrupted by Mai, who suddenly walked in.
Kini stopped and looked at her mother and blinked.
Mai chuckled. "Your like your dad, you know. He told me about when he was a kid, he was just like you. Maybe you'll grew up to be him, a butthole."
"Mom!" Kini said, blushing before weakly punching Mai's left leg.
Mai chuckled, holding back laughter.
She rubbed her daughter's hair before exiting the room. Kini stood there, hands clenched into fists. Maybe she would turn out like her father, after all, she was a lot like him.
She shook her head. No, that couldn't be. She was different from him, in some ways.. well, in very few ways..
She glanced to her punching bag which is was in the corner of the room, which her father got her for her sixth birthday.
She dashed over before kicking it gently, as to not break it.
She began throwing punches at it, even breaking a little sweat as she did.
Little did she know, Mai had come back and was silently watching her threw the doorway with a smile spread across her face.
My little girl.. Mai thought happily.