Goku's daughter!

Chapter 4

"Trunks, Isami! You're back!" a slightly withered Bulma ran and hugged her son and Isami (who was as close to a daughter as she's ever had), "How did it work out?" she asked eagerly.

"It was strange." Isami answered, "Yet amazing." She smiled. "Goku... Dad," she corrected, "Lives up to his reputation. Trunks can tell you that from experience." she said elbowing him in the ribs. "I could kick you for doing something that reckless!"

Trunks rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "What's the big deal? I had to make sure it was him! Friza could've sent a decoy Goku!"

"Uh-huh sure..." Isami rolled her eyes.

Bulma's eyes narrowed at her son and dangerously hissed, "Trunks... What's she talking about?"

"I-umm-Well you see..." Trunks stammered. Isami loved watching him squirm. It was adorable. Since Trunks wasn't going to finish any of those statements anytime soon, Isami took the liberty of saying as nonchalantly as possible:

"Trunks pulled his sword on my dad and tried to fight him."

Trunks' jaw hit the floor and shouted, "Oh come on! That's not how it happened at all!"

And with that, Bulma plowed into her son with a quite the verbal lashing. This was Isami's cue to leave him to his fate.

Isami would occasionally get Trunks into trouble with his mother just for kicks. Then she'd go to the kitchen make him hot chocolate and everything would be back to normal. A fun little game they played.

As she was making Trunks his drink he sulked into the kitchen in the apartments of Capsule Corps and mumbled, "I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?" Isami coyly said as she spoon the sweet liquid into a mug.

Trunks just glared at her. She pushed the steaming mug over to him. "Drink." She said softly.

He maintained his icy glare and took small sips from the cup. She giggled at him.

"You know, I wanted to thank you again... for talking to dad. I don't think I could've handled that." Isami confessed.

Trunks' eyes softened. He could never hold a grudge against her even if he tried. "Hey, I should be thanking you. You stayed behind with my dad."

"Ha! Yeah we almost ended up in a pretty big scrape." She said recalling the events that took place earlier.

"Really? What happened?" Trunks perked up.

Isami took off her red jacket leaving her upper-body clad in a white long sleeve white shirt and leaned against the counter as she told Trunks what happened on her end of wasteland.

"Wow... he was really steamed then, huh?" he marveled at her tale.

"Yep. I could practically see the smoke coming from his ears!" They both laughed.

Isami spoke again, "You really do resemble him though. If you had black, spikey hair and brown eyes it would be a spot on match."

Trunks cocked a lavender brow, "That could be a good thing or a bad thing."

Isami would have said something with flirtatious inflections with it. She would have. However, before she could open her mouth the window in the kitchen where Isami and Trunks were sitting next to shattered into a million little pieces and a burst of light nearly blinded them both. When they both came to, they were disheveled on a ruined, cold, hard tile floor.

"You can't come home from a time jump and just sit down for two seconds, can you?" Trunks groaned as he picked himself off the floor.

"Apparently not." Isami replied rubbing her head. "We need to get everyone into the safe house. The androids are apparently looking for a fight today."

"And we'll give them one. Come on!"

As the ran down the stairs to get to the atrium Trunks ordered, "Isami go sound the alarm in the main control room. Get as many people as you can into the safe house before it's too late! I need to go find mom."

They stopped at the atrium entrance. "Right" Isami complied, "And Trunks... Please be careful."

He gave her a small side smirk, "That goes for you too."

She nodded and they both went their separate ways.