Part 7

        Meanwhile back inside Dende’s house, Dende gave Trunks and his friends food and drink.
        “You guys can stay here for the night and tomorrow we’ll supply fuel to your ship.”
        “Thank you,” said Trunks.  “We really appreciate your hospitality.  Is there anything that we can do to repay you?”
        “You don’t owe me anything.  But now it’s time for me to help you, four with your own inner problems.”
        “Our inner problems,” said Marron.
        “Yes, because each one of you have an inner struggle inside of you.  I think that I’ll start with you, Bra.”
        “Me.”
        “Yes, deep down inside you feel that you are alone; because you had to grow up without a family.  The only clue that you have to your real heritage is the necklace that you wear around your neck.”  Bra just stared at Dende with her mouth wide open.  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  How could he have known all that about her?
        “Speaking of the necklace,” said Goten.  “Trunks, I think that you should take a look at Bra’s necklace.  Bra showed it to me the other night.  I can’t read it but from what I can tell it looks like some sort of old Saiyan writing.  And I do know that this old language hasn’t been spoken on Planet Vegeta for years.”  Trunks looked at the necklace.
        “I know what this is,” he said.
        “You do?” asked Bra.
        “This necklace is a Royal Saiyan Birth Certificate.  All Saiyans of the Royal Family have one.  I have one too.”  Trunks pulled out his own necklace and showed it to Bra and the others.
        “Wait a minute,” said Marron.  “Are you saying that Bra is somehow related to you?”
        “It’s possible,” said Trunks.
        “You know I used to have a tail when I was a little girl.  But because of a small accident at the monastery it was removed.”
        “Well my family used to be a foursome.  When I was five years old my mother gave birth to a baby girl.  But shortly after Freeza attacked and kidnapped my baby sister.  Even though Kakarot tried to stop him, he was too late. And Freeza was able to escape with the baby.  Father has been sending Saiyans to search for the baby ever since, but there has been no luck. Look Bra, I didn’t want to mention it before, because I wasn’t sure about how you would react.  But you look exactly like my mother.  If I didn’t know better I would say that you are the spitting image of her.  Well it looks like I have just found my missing baby sister,” said Trunks smiling.  Bra ran over to Trunks and hugged him with all her might.  All of the questions that she had been trying to find answers too were just answered at that very moment.
        “Well now one down and three more to go,” Dende turned to Goten.  “You also have an inner struggle that you have been trying to fight for years.”
        “Look I really don’t want to talk about it, okay?” said Goten.
        “Goten, I understand that this is really hard for you.  But you can’t hold it inside you forever.”
        “Yes, I can!” said Goten getting angry.  Bra walked over to Goten and touched him on the shoulder.
        “Goten, I think that Dende is right.  Maybe if you talk about it, you’ll feel better.”
        “This is about you and your father isn’t it?” asked Trunks.
        “There’s nothing to talk about.  He’s the strongest fighter in the universe.  He can do anything.  And then there’s me; who will always stuck inside his shadow and an outcast with the people on our planet.”
        “Goten, you don’t give yourself enough credit,” said Dende.
        “But it’s true, nobody on Vegeta thinks that I can handle taking over my father’s position as Captain of the Guards.  Their all just sitting around waiting for me to screw-up.”
        “Goten, you have no idea how strong you really are do you?” asked Dende.
        “What do you mean how strong I really am?”
        “You lack faith in yourself.  More and anyone on planet Vegeta, you have the potential to become a great warrior.”
        “I do?” asked Goten looking at Dende with a strange look on his face.
        “You need to give yourself a break,” said Dende.  Goten smiled, what Dende had said to him made him feel a lot better. Dende then turned to Trunks and Marron.
        “Now as for you two, isn’t it time that you, two just accept the fact that your in love with each other.”  Trunks and Marron both stared at Dende not knowing what to think.  How could he have known all this?
        “But Dende, I’ve already explained to Marron why I can’t be in love with her.  Because I’m a Prince and I have to marry a Princess.”
        “So, just tell your father that you’re in love with Marron instead,” said Dende.
        “I can’t do that, he’ll never accept it,” said Trunks.
        “Your mother is not a real Princess,” said Dende.  Trunks stared at Dende with his mouth open.
        “She’s not!”
        “No, she’s not.  She was once an earthling like Marron.  Upon a small trip to planet Earth, Vegeta saw your mother fell in love and the rest is history.”
        “But why didn’t either of them ever tell me?”
        “Because they wanted you to make up your own mind about your future. Over the years you have done certain things only because you felt that they were your duties as a Prince, and also your duties to your people.  But now maybe it’s time that you finally did something just for you.”  Dende then looked directly at Marron.
        “Why are you afraid to love him?”
        “What do you mean afraid?  I’m not afraid of anything,” she said getting angry.
        “You’re afraid because you loved your parents very much and they were killed right before you’re very eyes.”  Tears started to form in Marron’s eyes.  “And you are afraid that if you open you’re heart to Trunks, that you will lose him just like you lost you’re parents.  Look I know that it’s hard, but sometimes you have to take a chance on faith.  Don’t be afraid to let him in.”  Trunks extended his hand towards Marron.  For a few minutes Marron looked doubtful.  But she slowly reached over with her hand and took Trunks’s hands.  The two of them just stared into each other’s eyes, knowing that nothing was going to be the same again.