Day Three: Afternoon

[Orion]

Geez, it feels weird with just one earring on, Trunks thought to himself. A single Pottara earring hung from his left ear, making his right lobe feel bare.

*Bang!*

A single bolt of energy rocketed through the sky, taking off into the silky clouds with no target in mind. Again, another orb flew aimlessly upwards. Kami looked behind him to see what was causing it. He saw Trunks, ki rifle in hand. The halfling was crouching on the ground, performing barrel rolls and side steps while targeting an invisible army surrounding him.

"Trunks," Kami said near laugh, gaining the prince's attention, "what are you doing?"

Trunks stood upright and continued to walk. "I'm getting a feel for this thing." He pushed the weapon upwards slightly, referring to it. "If I can avoid using Super Saiyan, at least for a little while, I will. Feeling that tired after using it won't help our long term survival chances. I'd rather shoot an enemy down with this--" Trunks aimed at a nearby tree, pressing the trigger and removing it from its trunk, "--than have to transform."

The elder Namekian chuckled. "Whatever floats your boat, kid."

Reijin walked besides his king, a distasteful countenance watching the saiyan prince begin his 'training exercises' behind them.

"Can you see what your son is doing?" Reijin questioned. "He's acting like a damn fool."

Vegeta murmured. "Leave him be."

"He's supposed to be a fighter, not a gun toting amateur. You should disapprove of his battle preparation."

"No need," Vegeta replied, still facing front. "Trunks is a well rounded fighter. You may view him as a child, but in reality," the king looked at Reijin, smirking, "I'm sure he'd give you a run for your money." Vegeta ended his facial gesture. "At any rate, I don't want to hear any more on the subject."

Suddenly, a ki blast whizzed by Vegeta's head, causing his eyes to bulge outwards. He spun around, facing his embarrassed son holding a rifle with a smoking barrel.

"Heh, sorry," Trunks apologised, standing to his feet. "I'll stop."

Reijin gave his king a cheeky look, but neither said anything.

"He can still fight," Vegeta replied, reinforcing his unspoken position.

Trunks walked by Thirteen once again, deciding to engage in their earlier conversation for the time being.

"So, how's your gut feeling?" Trunks asked eloquently, motioning to the wound with his rifle.