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Secrets Revealed

The Chosens and the Fighters ran to the new invited guests. Once they got there, both Goten and Trunks are dead surprise.

"Huh? Wow!" exclaimed Goten in amazement, "He really, really, really looks like my friend, Trunks!"

Trunks' eyes were staring intently at the little child, "He looks just like Goku. He must be…Goku's son? But that's like…impossible."

"Hey," Sandra greeted the newcomer, "You must be…?"

Trunks snapped out of reality and greeted her back, "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Trunks."

"And I'm Jerome," the new Chosen added.

"Wow," Sandra said, "Well, the name's Sandra."

"Kaori," Kaori responded with a cute smile.

"Bardock," the Saiyan warrior said.

"Alex," the Chosen of Bardock replied.

"Turles," the rival of Goku greeted.

Trunks' surprise was tripled as he noticed Turles and Bardock; he noticed the similarities between them and his fellow friend Goku, "Gosh, they look so much like Goku! Who are they?"

"You got that right," Jerome said in telepathic talk through the half-Saiyan's mind.

"You can hear me?" Trunks thought.

"Well," Jerome began, "I think a Chosen and a Fighter can hear each other through their minds. I think they somehow share a telepathic bond."

"I guess so," Trunks replied to his brief explanation.

"So," Kaori began so a moment of strange silence wouldn't drift by, "It's kinda getting late. How about some dinner?"

"Oh goodie, goodie, good!" Goten excitedly jumped back and forth; his ADHD was taking effect again.

"Oh sure," Alex said, "My stomach's grumbling. Hey, Bardock, come on."

"Alright," Bardock said, following Alex.

"Wait a minute," Trunks halted Bardock and the rest temporarily, "Is it okay if I speak with you, Bardock and Turles?"

"Me?" Turles pointed at himself.

"Hmm?" Bardock wondered.

The violet-haired Saiyan continued, "I need to speak with you guys briefly."

"Okay," Turles and Bardock replied, shrugging their shoulders.

"So I guess Kaori, Goten, Sandra, and me would be eating supper now. "I'll see you guys later." And so the Fighters went inside the building and ate.

Trunks, Jerome, Bardock, and Turles went inside the forest and there they had their brief conversation.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Bardock asked them.

Trunks made eye contact at Jerome, indicating that his partner should say it.

"Alright," Jerome began and put his hands on his pockets, "We want to ask, why you guys look so much like Goku? Are you like connected with him?"

Turles and Bardock had serious looks on their faces; ten seconds later, they responded, "Who's Goku?" THUMP!Both Jerome and Trunks fall in anime-style.

"Y'know," Trunks scratched his head, "(Sigh)…Kakarot?"

Both of the low-class Saiyan warriors eyes widened.

"You know about Kakarot?" Bardock asked him back.

"How do you know about him?" Turles questioned him too.

The half-Saiyan sighed, "I met him before. Several times. He's a good friend of mine."

"I see," Bardock said, "Well, Kakarot is actually my son. So I'm his father."

"Wow! Really?!" Jerome exclaimed; his heart jumped up to his throat.

"Wow, you are actually Goku's father? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." Both of the Saiyans shook hands with each other; a sign of great respect.

Turles gave such an irritating look and crossed his arms; he doesn't like answering this question, "I'm actually one of Goku's former enemies."

"What?!" Trunks then positioned himself in his fighting stance; ready to go all-out.

"Wait, Trunks!" halted Jerome, "Don't attack him. He's with us
now."

"Feh, how do you know?" He's an imposter! Maybe he just wanted to join us so he could take the advantage of finding Goku!"

"You imbecile!" shouted Turles. Both of the Chosens were about to go all-out; wanted to attack each other. Luckily, Bardock got a hold of Turles and Jerome quickly stopped Trunks.

"Let me go!" Turles shouted, "I'll kill him!!"

"Hey, stop it!" yelled Bardock, "Let me get things straight. That's in past. We have to focus in the present. Now, we are a team. So you guys should control yourselves and get along with each other."

The angry low-class warrior jerked Goku's biological father a bit. Jerome let go of Trunks.

"Alright," the violet-haired said, "But if you do anything suspicious, I wouldn't even think about."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Turles muttered.

"Okay," Jerome began, shifting to another topic, "Why not we eat now? I'm getting kinda hungry."

"Hmm," Trunks looked at his watch, wrapped around on his right wrist, "I think so. Let's go."

Both of the Chosen and Fighter flew to the skies and dashed at turbo, speed mode.

"Let's go, Turles," Bardock said, departing from the ground.

"I know that, y'know," Turles defended.

Both of the low-class Saiyan warriors dashed at hyper turbo mode to eat some delicious dinner.

When they all left, Goku emerged from the shadows with his fists tightened. It seemed like he overheard the conversation.

"So Turles survived after all," assumed Goku, "And Bardock? So he's my father?" an excitement of sensation ran up to the Saiyan's heart and mind. He was feeling thrilled and happy.

"Gosh, if I get to fight my father someday, it'll be the best, nostalgic battle of my life," Goku smiled like the sun. He took a final glance at the vanishing figures and so he left, disappearing throughout the horizon.