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The two teens removed their respective blindfolds as they listened to their little sister talk. Of course, more than a little jolt of pride flared up inside Tarch’s chest as Belle called him invincible. Come to think of it, he may as well have been. Who could hit him? Maybe Nashua. But she would never hurt him anyway. And if she did he would just hit her right back and they’d have fun. Honestly, could anyone else get close to him? He was the speed king after all. There was only one time his near precognitive ability failed him. Even then he could still predict getting hit.

No use thinking about it now. Tarch just smiled as he was then asked if Belle could do it too. “Hmm… let’s see.” The two Tarch’s circled the little saiyan, making overdramatic thinking posses and loud ‘hmm’s as they examined her. It was true she wasn’t fast or strong. Yet Tarch saw first hand that her power was growing, and fast. Soon she may even be on his level. What a bizarre sight that would be. Finally, after their over-the-top examination, the two back up, mirroring their chin-stroking.

“Y’know. I don’t think you can,” one began.

“Not on the ground anyway,” the second was quick to cut in. The two Tarch’s looked at each other, chuckled to themselves, and refused with their usual high-five. The now singular Tarch let out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to readjust to being in a single spot.

“Actually I think you could do it if you can fly. See you got something I don’t. If you use your telekinesis on yourself while flying, then maybe you can go fast enough to do what I do. It’ll take a lotta practice though. I mean like a lot.” Tarch crossed his legs, planting his tail on the ground and took a hovering seating position. “I had to train each part of that separately to be able to use them all at once.  You know, try and move fast enough, try and sense stuff, and then just using telepathy on their own.  Then I kinda just brought them together. Do it just like that and I bet you’ll get it too!  Wait, did what I just said make any sense?” That was a bit of an issue.  Belle was a bright young girl.  Heck, were she Tarch's age she would probably be way smarter than he was, not that he was stupid by any stretch.  The problem was he lost himself in his own lesson.  When in doubt do what Nashua would do.  Show it in action!  Tarch looked around the picnic area. He needed something to use as an example. Another apple? No, that was too hard. He needed something softer in case things got a little carried away. He then spied a PB&J poking out of the basket. Perfect. In a flash, he zipped over and back with a sandwich in his had. “Ok so here’s an example. Try using your telekinesis right now to bring yourself over to this sandwich, instead of the other way around.”

That was easy. Too easy. Belle really was miles ahead from where she was when the two first met. Tarch pursed his lips in mock contemplation as his student asked if she got to eat her prize. It really was too easy. She should work for it, right? Then again, this was supposed to be a party first and foremost. Soon his laughter broke through the facade as Tarch waved the sandwich in front of Belle’s floating face.

“Of course you can silly!” That didn’t mean he was done testing her though. “Here,” he called with a sly grin, “think fast!” Now he wasn’t going to throw the sandwich or anything cruel like that. After all she did follow his instructions/lesson exactly as he described. But he did let the sandwich fall lazily from his outstretched fingers. Of course, his conscience decided to kick in at the last minute as his other hand quickly darting to catch the food if needed. “Sorry!” he apologized, chuckling sheepishly. “I was having too much fun.” That being said, he would be in for a pleasant surprise if his sister ended up catching her prize despite his apology.