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Chapter One - Training

(One month later)
The twin suns of Terrasei shone brightly on the mild winter�s day, their light suddenly blotted out by a thick cloud of dust and rock debris as something collided with one of the many rock formations dotting the countryside with a force equivalent to that of a nuclear warhead.
The collapsed rock shuddered slightly then exploded in all directions as a small figure burst from the debris. Her fiery red hair, not unlike the colour of a bonfire waved in the slight breeze and she turned to regard her opponent, amusement twinkling in her chocolate coloured eyes. He wasn�t even paying attention to her, quite obviously contemplating something very important or troubling, as his brow was furrowed in deep lines of thought. Chielle smirked; she knew that look all too well and his lack of attention was a mistake that would cost him dearly.
Unaware of Chi�s quick escape and of the fact that she was now creeping up on him trying for a sneak attack, Daemon leaned against a large boulder and frowned. For the past month he�d had that same nightmare over and over. But lately it was becoming more vivid more, more real and Daemon dreaded the day when it would come to pass�especially the part about his dearest child. And speaking of his daughter�
His musing was suddenly broken by a hard punch to his jaw followed by an equally hard kick to the ribs, not enough to damage; Chi always held back her full strength because she didn�t wish to harm her father, but her blow had definitely been enough to bruise and Daemon couldn�t help wincing slightly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk daddy," Chielle scolded as she landed gracefully a few feet away, her arms folded across her chest and a candid grin on her face, despite her chiding. "You told me that you should know where your opponent is at all times, what were you doing?"

"I was thinking that you ran home crying like you did the last time we trained." Daemon shot back, fully focused on her now, and Chielle scowled.

"I�DID�NOT�CRY!" she yelled back at him, her anger growing noticeably.

"You ran home crying like a baby," Daemon said calculatedly, watching her and her rapidly changing mood extremely carefully.
Chielle snarled and raised a fist then charged at Daemon as fast as she could (and with her being the fastest person on Terrasei, that was pretty damn fast). Daemon stood his ground until the last possible second then grabbed her outstretched wrist and flipped her to the ground � hard, with enough force to cause bruising and wind her a little, but no more. "First lesson of today my daughter. NEVER attack in anger, no matter how much your opponent taunts you or abuses you. You must remain calm and focused within a battle at all times. Always remember Chi � an angry enemy makes mistakes. Now, are you ready for more or have you had enough for today?"
Chielle jumped quickly to her feet, her young, resilient body having recovered quickly from her impact with the ground. "I�m always ready for more," she stated confidently, slipping into a fighting stance. Just like a true Saiyajin, Daemon thought. Your grandfather would�ve been proud. "Ok then come at me with everything you�ve got."
Chielle charged her dad again but this time before he grabbed her wrist to flip her she disappeared and reappeared behind him, grabbing him in a tight chokehold.

"Not bad" Daemon admitted, "But did you expect this?" he asked, deliberately falling backwards so that Chielle was caught between him and the ground, dislodging her iron grip around his throat. Daemon rolled off to one side and stood. "Lesson number two Chielle, ALWAYS use your head. No matter how fast or powerful your opponent is, they can ALWAYS be outsmarted. You have a brain, put it to good use on the battlefield and you will always triumph. Remember, power is what matters in battle, and knowledge is definitely power!"
Daemon smiled at his daughter, reaching down to help her up just as Chayla called them from inside the house.

"Are you two planning on training ALL day? Lunch is ready and Chielle I want to go over those songs for the concert with you." She demanded, somewhat peevishly as she appeared in the doorway, her hands on her hips.

"Coming dear!" Daemon called back and Chayla disappeared back inside. "Good work today Chielle, you are progressing very nicely indeed. You�re going to be a first class warrior, mark my words, and tomorrow I will teach you some useful fighting combos and I will attempt to teach you a few energy waves. But for now�I�m starving!" He declared and his stomach echoed the sentiment by grumbling loudly.

Chielle smiled tolerantly. "You�re always starving Otousan!" she joked, punching Daemon playfully on the arm. He captured her outstretched wrist and flipped her to his shoulder, grinning as she kicked and punched ineffectually at his ribs and back.
With Chi still captive on his shoulder, Daemon headed inside the house and dumped Chi roughly in her seat before moving to take his place at the table. Chi scowled at her father before sticking her tongue out at him and Daemon regarded her gravely for a moment before returning the gesture�as well as crossing his eyes.
Chi giggled and screwed up her face, as she enthusiastically tried to outdo her father in the impromptu funny-faces competition. Chayla whirled around from where she was dishing up the lunch and upon seeing the expressions being exchanged, threw her hands helplessly up into the air as she exclaimed, "Oh for goodness sakes! Don�t you two ever give it a rest?!" Chielle and Daemon looked at each other for a split second before they both shook their heads and replied at the same time;

"Nope!"
Chayla rolled her eyes. "Well could you two at least try and cut it out until lunch is finished?" She gave them both a quelling glare and they both lowered their eyes, managing somehow to look contrite.

"Yes dear."

"Yes Kaa-san."

"Good."
Happy at managing to wring that concession out of them at the very least, Chayla set their lunch in front of them, Chielle and Daemon both attacking their plates like half-starved wolverines. Well it is to be expected I suppose Chayla thought as she turned back to the bench to serve herself some lunch. They were working pretty hard all morning, so it�s really no wonder they�re so hungry now. I just hope that Daemon knows what he�s doing, training her so young. This planet was supposed to be a new beginning for us both, and for Chielle. We were to abandon the saiyajin traditions and adopt those of the Earthlings whom we now reside amongst. These humans have no real ki to speak of, so they do not train their young in the martial arts as early as the saiyajin did. In fact, hardly any of them train their young to fight at all. A generally peaceful race indeed, though of course there are those few violent individuals�and some of those who have too much power and desire more. Fortunately Daemon took control of this planet, so there is no danger of some power-hungry idiot starting a civil war. One thing to be grateful for I suppose�

As soon as Chayla�s back was turned and she was lost within the silence of her mournful thoughts, Chi and Daemon were back at their previous antics, except this time, they were pantomiming insults at one another.
When Chayla turned around and saw what the two were up to, she cleared her throat significantly, setting her plate on the table so she could plant her hands on her hips in order to give added effect to the cold glare she was shooting in their direction � as well as to the foot tapping irritably on the floor. They both froze mid-gesture, glanced once at Chayla�s stern expression out of the corners of their eyes before turning their attention hurriedly back to their food. As Chayla settled herself at the table, Chielle gave her father a tentative smile around her sandwich and Daemon winked back at her.
As was expected, Chayla�s sharp eyes picked up on those gestures and she rolled her eyes, sighing heavily once more.

"Another average afternoon in the Asaki household I see." She commented theatrically, yet almost acidly, as picked up her knife and began buttering her bread.

"And you wouldn�t have it any other way dear." Daemon smirked. Chi, unable to reply with her mouth full of food merely nodded her agreement and grinned impishly at her mother.

"I suppose you�re right." Chayla conceded. "I definitely wouldn�t have things any other way. Life is just perfect, right the way it is now."
At those words Daemon looked away and muttered, "nothing is perfect" before turning his attention back to his lunch. Because he knew it wouldn�t last. Perfection, whether real or imagined, never lasted.
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