The Last Female Saiyan

A Bite and A Fight.

Meira and Trunks sat eating on some grass on top of a hill. It was a bit out of the city.

Trunks had stopped by a takeout place before they left (Leaving Meira on top of the building where no one could see her, much to her annoyance). Trunks was suddenly grateful that he inherited a trillion zen company, because he bought two of everything on the takeout places menu, knowing that if Meira's appetite was anything similar to his father's and Goku's he would need a lot of food to satiate her. Not that he was any better, but he had learned to eat only as much as is needed to dull the hunger pains when in company, he had his family's reputation to uphold. 

He had convinced Meira to put his shirt around her waist to cover her underwear, she had put up a fight and he had to basically order her to put it on. 

He sat looking at her unlike Goku and his father, she ate at a steady pace, there was no denying her appetite, but she did not become feral around the food like all other Saiyans he knew. 

"Why did you want to come with me? You had no idea where I was going," he asked, as he finished his second pizza, 

"Well, I was stuck in that room for the better part of this day, boredom would have stolen my longevity if I had stayed a moment longer," she explained, 

"What an elaborate way to say that your boredom was killing you," Trunks commented sweat dropping. 

He watched her as she ate, she sat with perfect posture, and although she was hungry, she ate with perfect etiquette. He would like to peg it to the fact that that was just the kind of person she was, but he knew that she was doing it because she considered him to be royalty. Why would that even matter to her right now, they were alone and she must not feel like all these formalities right now. 

"Are you not tired?" Trunks asked when he had left in the morning, she could barely stand on her own. He was quite surprised to find her awake when he got home, 

"Exhausted," she said, he looked at her and he could see that she meant it in every sense of the word, mentally, physically, and emotionally. He had also noticed that in the short amount of time that he spent ordering food, she was... jumpy. Her nerves were shot, she tried to hide the fact that she was on high alert, but was failing miserably. Trunks decided not to bother her about it just yet.

"Besides, it's almost like you wanted me to come with," she said, putting an empty box that had been full of rice to the side and started eating some variation of citrus roastery chicken, 

"What are you talking about?"

"You could have just flown from where you stood right out of the window, but instead you got onto my bed first," she said looking at him smugly. He sat in a moment of silence, never having thought about that, genuinely he had not even considered just flying out from where he was.

"Do not worry though, it's only your genes," she said looking at the sky, the stars could be seen better from where they were in comparison to the city's dull sky, 

"What do you mean? You said something similar earlier about my instincts," he asked, 

"Well have you been around a Saiyan female before?" she asked, 

"Technically yes, my sister," he answered, Meira looked confused, 

"You have a sister?!" Meira shouted and nearly stood in shock,

"Yeah, you won't see much of her though, she is always out shopping with her friends or at parties," Trunks chuckled, scratching the back of his head,

"What a waste of her time, well I suppose anything works as pass time until training," Meira shrugged putting, the chicken carcass to the side. 

"Oh uh... She isn't a fighter," he admitted nervously, knowing what any Saiyan's reaction would be to hearing that,

"WHAT?!" Meira exclaimed Trunks swore that she almost turned Super Saiyan at that moment, 

"I am content with my current offspring. Thank you." She remembered Vegeta saying. 

How could he be content with his offspring when his daughter's weak? What fresh hell am I in? Could Trunks' power be enough for Vegeta to be happy that this is what his legacy is? Just how strong is this boy?

"Fight me," she suddenly said, in this time of great uncertainty, she could at very least get this answer, 

"Meira, you can barely stand on your own, how are you supposed to be strong enough to fight me? " Trunks said before he could catch himself, this seemed to anger Meira who growled at him, 

"That's not what I mea-" Before he could finish his sentence he felt a strong punch to the face, which made him move a couple of feet back, it was hard, but not enough to break anything. He looked up to see Meira kneeling on a knee, with both hands on the grounds, getting ready to attack again, 

"She can barely stand... but she still punches harder than Goten... Damn," Trunks thought to himself, finding it difficult to ignore the kind of excitement boiling in his chest, that only a Saiyan would feel after getting punched in the face. It's been a while since he had felt this way having grown used to shoving it down because not everyone was willing to fight whenever he felt like it. His father only fought with him to gauge his strength, his strength reached a plateau when he had to inherit the company at 17, not having the time to fight anymore. His father was disappointed, he could see it in his eyes, but unlike before when they were younger, his father had not actually said anything about it. 

While he was lost in thought he felt a kick to the stomach that nearly sent him rolling down the hill. 

"Do..Do not insult me by holding back, young prince," Meira said, in the same position as she was before. That's when he realized that, she was kneeling because she could not completely walk yet, that was the perfect stance to attack from while regaining her strength,

"What a... woman," Trunks thought, feeling a different kind of excitement mixing with his preexisting one. He blushed slightly, but then smirked and getting into his fighting stance, 

"This is going to be fun," he said, Meira gasped softly at his very Saiyan-like response and smirked. 

Then they both attacked.