Gohan winced when his baby sister went flying passed him before she slammed into a tree. In just a few short days, they would be fighting in the World Martial Arts Tournament. Ever since she heard that her father would be participating in the tournament, Chiku had been adamant to join as well. She was a much better fighter than she was the last time she saw her father. She wanted to surprise him with her fighting skills so that he would be proud of her.

Gohan was taking a week long break from his schoolwork in order to train so that he could fight in the tournament as well. At first, he and Chiku had been training together. That was, until Chiku realized that her older brother had been going easy on her. She had cried, hurt that her brother did not trust her enough to fight her seriously.

So, Gohan had to sit and endure his baby sister get beaten up by the Prince of all Saiyans. Both he and Chiku knew that the Saiyan Prince would not go easy on the small girl, which is why Chiku chose him as her sparring partner.

"Vegeta," he nearly growled as Chiku struggled to stand from the remains of yet another tree. "Lay off a little bit."

Vegeta just glared at the son of his nemesis. "Why? So that she can become a weakling like you? I don't think so. The girl has potential and she will take advantage of it." To emphasize his point, Vegeta disappeared so that he could reappear in front of Chiku, who was now struggling to stay upright. He smirked before lifting her up by the front of her shirt.

Gohan had to force himself to stay seated. He knew that Vegeta cared deeply for his sister even though he never showed it. He would never seriously injure her, even if they were training.

"M-my brother is not a weakling!" she exclaimed, upset that her mentor would say such a thing.

Vegeta sneered with disgust. The little girl was too kind for her own good. She could never yell or openly insult anyone. She was too soft spoken. Vegeta had been determined to change that, but he later found it to be hopeless. She was quick and mastered martial art movements fairly well and since she was a small, frail girl, it was enough to impress even the cold-hearted Saiyan.

"Oh really?" he taunted in a harsh tone. "I'd like you to prove that statement by representing him then, little girl." He shook her for good measure.

Chiku swung her foot into Vegeta's side, successfully releasing his grip on her. She fell to the ground, before immediately righting herself and getting into a fighting stance, her black eyes shown with determination.

Gohan beamed with pride at his little sister. He had been watching Vegeta and his sister train for just over three hours and he was impressed by how well she was doing. He had just finished training with Goten for the day and wanted to be sure that Vegeta wasn't being too rough with his little sister.

His proud grin turned into a worried frown however as he watched his sister stumble a little bit. That was when he realized that it was time for their training session to come to an end. He quickly set himself in between his sister and Vegeta so that he could catch the fist that seemed determine to bean his sibling in the face.

"Onii-chan!"

Vegeta's glare was menacing. "What do you think you're doing, brat?" he demanded angrily.

Gohan matched Vegeta's glare with one of his own. "Chiku has trained enough for today," he stated firmly, leaving no room for arguments. Vegeta just huffed before turning to head back into the Capsule Corp. building. He turned when he was about halfway there.

"I expect you back here tomorrow morning, Little Girl," he told the girl sternly. "You may be improving, but you are still far from where you should be by now." With that, he stalked into the house, leaving the two demi-saiyans alone.

Chiku sighed before letting herself slump down to the ground. She rested her chin on her knees, looking dejected.

"Hey, now," Gohan murmured, settling himself down next to her. He reached over to brush some of her spiky hair away from her eyes. "Don't listen to him. You're doing very well. I'm sure Dad is proud of you. I know I am."

Chiku shook her head. She couldn't help but let a couple of tears slide down her cheeks, making her brother panic. "No. He's right. I'm nowhere near where I should be."

Gohan sighed, already knowing where this conversation was headed. He lifted his sister up by her armpits before settling her on his lap. She may be ten years old, but she was only slightly bigger than their six year old brother. "Chiku, you know that you just have to give it time," he assured her in a gentle tone. "It's not as easy as you may think.."

"But Goten and Trunks have turned Super Saiyan! And they only just begun their training a couple years ago!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking as more tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "I've been training my hardest for six years. Sometimes, I feel like I'm not improving at all."

"Chiku!" her brother exclaimed, surprised by her outburst. His little sister was usually gentle and soft spoken. Vegeta must be rubbing off on her. He frowned at the thought. "You know that that isn't true. I've seen your progress. You're improving every day."

"Then why can't I do it?" she murmured in a broken voice. "Goten and Trunks are so much younger than I am. I can tell.. that they're improving a lot faster than I am. I can hardly fend Goten off anymore, let alone Trunks!"

Gohan frowned. It was true. Goten and Trunks were improving at an alarming rate. Gohan couldn't explain why the two young boys seemed to be stronger than Chiku. It didn't make sense. With the amount of training that Chiku did, she should be a lot stronger than the two boys combined.

"I'm not sure, Chiku," Gohan murmured honestly. He stroked the little girl's hair, hoping that it would console her. He was silent for a moment, trying to choose his next words carefully. "Maybe, it's because everyone's bodies are different," he said finally. "Goten and Trunks are so much like their fathers that fighting seems natural to them. Their bodies are already equipped to handle the strain to fight."

Chiku was silent, trying to absorb what her brother was trying to say. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Gohan wasn't even sure what he was saying, not really. But, it seemed to make sense after he said it. So, he kept going. "Yeah, see? Dad and Vegeta's bodies were made for fighting, so Goten and Trunks improve so easily because their bodies are so much like their dad's. I bet you are stronger than both Goten and Trunks, but your body wasn't made for fighting so it's not letting out its full potential because… if it did, then your body would only harm itself under the strain…"

Chiku blinked. "I guess that makes sense," she finally said, much to Gohan's relief. He frowned when the small girl continued however. "I'm sorry… I just want Daddy to be proud of me." She ducked her head, once again trying to keep her tears at bay.

Gohan tucked his index finger beneath the girl's chin so that he could look her in the eyes. "Dad loves you very much, Chiku. He'll be proud of you even if you aren't able to become a super saiyan."

"But Goten-"

"Shhh…" Gohan murmured, putting a finger against her lips. He released her only when he was sure that she was going to let him speak. "Don't compare yourself to Goten. You aren't Goten. You are Chiku. You are Dad's only daughter and I'm sure that he's already proud of you, especially once he finds out how strong you are already. He'll be proud. I know he will."

Chiku still looked unsure, so Gohan sighed before scooping her up and shooting off into the sky, making the young girl squeal in surprise. The young man chuckled at the innocent sound. "I guess you'll just have to talk to Dad yourself so that you'll believe me," he murmured. His sister didn't hear him however since she was giggling while whining about how she can fly on her own.

Gohan just laughed, tickled the small girl briefly, before letting her fly on her own. Together, the two siblings headed in the direction of their home.