An unforeseen light raced across the jet-black sky. Everything, within miles was lit up with a brilliant white light. Only for an instant were two lone figures visible. Both bruised and battered from a battle of great proportions. Then, immediately after, a screech of deafening horrendous thunder chased the blinding light back through the dark bellowing clouds. Leaving nothing short of an eerie silence to blanket the landscape once more.
~<^*=*^>~DAYS EARLYER~<^*=*^>~
In an open field Chakrin was training. Using Tapion’s abilities to form enemies out of nothing, Chakrin pushed himself to finish them off quickly and effortlessly moving from one to the other as quickly as they were appearing. From a distance it looked like the grass was up to his shoulders as he fought. Up close it was completely different. He had trained so much and so hard that nothing grew in this area of the fields. Bare earth for a 60-foot radius surrounded him.
After losing the one he loved in a tragic disaster he cared little for anything else. Branding his arm to always give a reminder of her, he did little else to keep her memory alive. Never talking about her to anyone, never letting his mind entertain the thought of being with another woman. Only training until he’d pass out from exhaustion was his one sole purpose. It consumed his every desire as he worked to better himself, to one day meet his “maker” and finish his story.
Standing by the open window Tapion watched as his student, one that he had trained from childhood took down enemy after enemy in an effortless dance of acrobatics and ki abilities. He was proud to say that Chakrin was his student. Though he was mouthy at times he only fought when provoked regardless of right or wrong, guilty or not. He never took it upon himself to decide the fate of another, something that would change soon enough.
“Do you think its time…? His voice was empty. Tapion was still facing the window, listening carefully he thought deeply before continuing.
“He isn’t ready for this you know…he might not make it back.” Said Tapion. Still alone in the room he spoke out loud as though someone were there.
“He’s still gonna give him a run for his money.” Smiling slightly. With that the conversation was over. Watching Chakrin a little longer Tapion chuckled to himself before placing two fingers on his forehead.
In the field, Chakrin was moving at lightning fast speeds. His legs and arms moved so quickly that a mere blur was all that was visible. Sweat rolled off his body with every punch and kick. He was once again pushing himself to the edge of his controlled existence. Appearing in front of Chakrin without warning Tapion stood with a stern look on his face. Stopping in mid-punch Chakrin held his stance only a few fractions of an inch from Tapion’s head.
“A year ago I wouldn’t have been able to stop ya know?” Chakrin smiled slightly as he looked up toward Tapion.
“A year ago I would have broken every bone in your arm with my finger.” Grinning slightly as he reminded Chakrin of his authority. Quickly Chakrin’s smile faded before he dropped his fist to his side to settle into his meditation pose. Floating about waist high his legs were crossed, arms folded over his chest. He now prepared himself for the battles within his mind.
“You remind me of a great warrior…” mumbling to himself as his voice trailed off.
“What?” Asked Chakrin with an odd look on his face.
“Hmm? Oh, well maybe someday you will get a chance to meet him.” Looking up at the sky…toward Namek.
“So…ah…it’s not like you to come out here during my training…what’s up?” Seriously questioning Tapion for an answer. He stretched his arms once more before replacing them to their designated place across his chest.
“Its time,” joining Chakrin in meditation, “You are to be in a great battle…” His words pierced Chakrin’s mind as the thought of an actual battle quickened his heart rate. This was what Chakrin had longed for, to battle a warrior of strength and agility. Unknowingly he had a grin forming across his face.
“Chakrin? It’s to the death…only one of you will survive.” Tapion was watching Chakrin now for a sign of shock.
“May I ask of one thing Master?” It wasn’t hard for him to come up with what he wanted most, the one thing that hurt the most to die without knowing was in itself enough to keep a soul from rest.
“Ask…I will see what I can do.”
Standing once more Chakrin opened his eyes and turned towards the sky. Taking a deep breath he paused before finishing.
“I want to know who my family is…who they were…”
“I see.” Nodding slowly in thought. Tapion could feel Chakrin’s want for a family…to say that he belonged to something greater.
“I have a feeling that this battle is with a decorated foe…that I may not have what it takes to defeat him, that I will die and be an unknown to the universe. I don’t want to go like that. Death on the battlefield is honorable, but when no one knows of your existence…you die alone and without purpose…” Still looking toward the sky Chakrin closed his eyes and hovered a few feet above the ground.
“Death is not always the end,” Tapion looked past Chakrin watching a falcon dive in from the heavens for a kill, “there is always a new beginning for one that wills it,” watching as the falcon returned to the skies without its prey. Walking slowly away Tapion could feel Chakrin’s angst for wanting to know his true past.
“Its not the end…”
Taking a deep breath Chakrin launched himself into the air. Leaving a cloud of dust in his wake he headed to the Great Forest never looking back. This is where he loved to be, right at dusk when the real meaning of survival was defined.
~<^*=*^>~
On board the Outlaw a small crew carried its leader to yet another battle. Though he was in charge of the outfit he rarely visited the bridge. As it was, the crew knew exactly what they were doing and exactly what would happen should something go awry. Only mere hours away form Konatsa, the crew began preparations for touchdown. Making sure everything down to the last nut and bolt was in place.
Back in the gravity chamber the commander of the ship was on his back with a 500-pound lead ball sitting on his chest. After ordering a crewman to set the gravity controls at 50 he then told him to leave. Waiting for the new gravity to take effect he started doing a push up motion with the ball to begin his work out. Slowly he put a little more force on the ball until he had it nearly touching the ceiling. Forcing the ball into the air with that much force was an impressive deed. At 50Gs it was still a powerful way to show his strength. Soon he moved the ball down to his feet and started the process all over again. This exercise continued throughout the night.
Hours later covered in sweat that had now made its way over most of the floor he decided that it was time to stop. Rising to his feet wiping his brow he left the room. After taking a shower he then checked at the bridge to make sure everything was in order before submersing himself in the rejuvenation tank for the remainder of the flight, to be in 100% health for his battle.
~<^*=*^>~
Nightfall on Konatsa seemed to have taken forever for Chakrin. Just like kids before a holiday he was anxious for the day to be over with. When the sun finally disappeared below the horizon Chakrin settled in to try and figure out his life thus far. Trying to figure out what might have happened in his father’s lab that fateful day. Meditating deeply he soon lost all track of time as he entered his own mind searching deeply within himself to find some answers to his past.
Closing his eyes he waited for his mind to open to him. Seeing flash images of his childhood he remembered the days of being scolded by Tapion and teased for being different. It was those memories that stood out the most. His heart ached from the torture of always being different from others. The fact that it was often pointed out at the most inopportune times didn’t help. He came to resent those kids growing up and eventually deep down he even began to hate them. Though he never acted upon these feelings it took all he had to not finish them off when he would walk by and feel their eyes judging him. All these factors only helped Chakrin decide his new fate.
Returning to his home, Chakrin set his alarm and turned on the radio before jumping into bed for the night. Listening to the radio as he drifted off, his dreams once again, were less than calming. Waking early the next morning he headed down stairs and fixed himself a breakfast of 6 eggs in a cup. Just like Rocky it was bottoms up and down the hatch.
“Your up early.” Tapion was in the next room flipping through his cable channels. “With over 6 billion damn channels there is still nothing on.” Turning off the TV Tapion headed in to the kitchen with Chakrin. “You know today you will find out if you have what it takes to find your past. If you truly are a warrior.”
“…My dreams keep me from peace Master…” Wiping his mouth, Chakrin then put some water in the cup and downed it to rinse out his mouth. “I haven’t slept in peace for almost a year now. I can play out the dream over and over and it always ends the same…” looking down as he took a deep breath, “…with me dieing…”
“I have seen your dreams. They do not belong to you, but rather to one before you.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Asked Chakrin. Completely floored by this new enlightening thought process from Tapion.
“You know that your father was a scientist on earth. I believe that when he created you he used DNA from the subject’s brain, hence the demons of your dreams. It seems to me that the old memories were somehow transferred over to you.” Pausing for a second, Tapion placed a finger on his bottom lip as if in thought, “that is the best I can do for now.”
“I see…so basically my previous “DNA” had these so called dreams or whatever and now I have to deal with “it’s” old nightmares?” Asking slowly still in wonder.
“That pretty much puts it in a nutshell I’d say.” Tapion then left the room while in mid step he disappeared.
“I hate when he does that shit! Just lay a bunch of crap out for me to swallow and take off…” Grabbing his gear by the front door Chakrin headed outside to face the world once more before battle.
~<^*=*^>~
Standing by the tank were soldiers of the ship. They waited patiently as the tank finished draining to report for their stations. As the tank finished, Trunks opened his eye’s, waiting for the mask to retract with the door as it opened, releasing him from his slumber. Standing quickly he exited the tank and asked for a report of the ship. Starting from left to right the officers reported a perfect landing with all systems go. Pleased by the thought of having everything in order Trunks dismissed his crew.
“Now it is time to see just how much of a fight you’ll give me Chakrin,” Smiling widely as he rubbed his hands together. Trunks made his way to his quarters to dress.
~<^*=*^>~
The whole town knew of Chakrin’s upcoming battle. Instead of the constant teasing he usually received from his peers was instead replaced by quite nods of approval. They knew that it was unlikely that he would walk away from the fight alive, yet they gave him the respect they gave to their own that would venture into the world to stop an enemy force from invading their town. To Chakrin it was a shock to receive this kind of treatment from those that had caused him so much grief through the past years. Unable to speak or smile or even look anywhere except straight ahead, he continued onward out of the town gates and toward the open rolling hills of what would soon turn into a horrid battle ground of utmost proportions.
Suiting up for Trunks didn’t take very long. In fact it took him longer to get it all off to take a piss, than it did to get it all on. His target had very little to do with anything that pertained to him. At this point he was tired of just traveling around space waiting for something to happen. He wanted to taste blood again. To feel the pain of hand to hand combat once more. It was what he was yearning for, for so long. With a wicked smile forming across his lips, Trunks finished tying the last knot and sheathed his sword in its rightful place upon his back. He was ready for combat.
Stepping out into the great unknown of Konatsa he took in a deep breath and laughed triumphantly as he blasted into the skies in search of his victim. Flying over cities and towns he took in the sites as he chuckled to himself the whole while.
“This is too easy,” he thought, “so easy in fact that it just might be a waste of time to go through with this…” Pondering the thought of actually turning around and heading back into space he smiled a little at first. Soon he was grinning mischievously before he broke into an evil sinister laugh as he charged up. “Easy or not, I’m here…might as well tally up another one.” As his aura changed form white to a yellowish bronze color he shot himself through the sky faster than before.
Chakrin had made it to the fields. Setting his gear on the ground he took in a deep breath and started his own process of getting ready for the battle. Watching the distant clouds, they seemed to grow at amazing rates forming a massive rain cloud that would soon start a downpour over most of the city and the plains. As he threw on his gear it occurred to him that he could very well die in battle and never be known. With this mind numbing idea passing through his head every second while he was gearing up, he soon became very nervous and jittery as a strong gut feeling over came him almost taking over use of his legs and moving him away from where he stood.
With no warning an amazing explosion ripped through the ground forming a 6-foot deep crater where Chakrin once stood. Without hesitation he turned to see the one that he had waited for, the one that would lead him to glory and immortality if he were to defeat him.
“DAMN! I was hoping that would have been it!” From high in the air a voice of evil echoed down upon Chakrin. “This is how I see it. You can either do things the boring and redundant way by kneeling before me and pleading for your life,” without hesitation an almost frown took over Trunks’ face, “or you can do things the fun way and die tired!” Smiling slightly, it was the ladder of the two that was preferred by Trunks. “Well what do you say!”
“What the hell?! Is he really offering a chance for me to plead?” Thought Chakrin. “He can’t be serious.” Watching as the newly arrived enemy made his way to the ground, never taking his eyes off him. “He doesn’t LOOK like a bad ass…kinda normal looking really…” Chakrin was still in disbelieve at the recent attack that was used on him.
“ANSWER ME FOOL!!!!!” His eyes were now blazing with fury as he was nearing the end of his patience. “Are you going to cower over there all day or face me like a man?” Stepping forward Trunks placed his foot at the opposite edge of the crater, showing Chakrin that he meant business. “Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase…make this fun for the both of us.” Smiling widely showing his teeth.
Really unsure of his future, Chakrin was at a major road crossing with his life. Taking a few seconds to decide his future he figured the worst would always be yet to come so why not. Taking a few steps back Chakrin got down on one knee.
“Shiiiiiiiit…” Hovering across the crater Trunks began to laugh insistently as he neared Chakrin. “You must be an idiot to think that I would simply let you go. You Konatians are all the same. Worthless and useless, but you you’re a bit different Chakrin. Your nothing, not even worthy of a family or friends…,” chuckling to himself, “your nothing but a half-breed, test-tubed failure.” Landing far enough from Chakrin to look down on him, Trunks was admiring his current ability to turn someone on himself and not fight. Unbeknownst to him were Chakrin’s plans.
“…You…stupid…” letting his voice trail off Chakrin waited for his queue.
*Voices By Disturbed starts to play*
“What? Do you dare speak back to me?” Growing angry Trunks began to become even more impatient. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!!!”
“you…are…a…stupid…FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!” *Lyrics begin* Charging forward bringing his left arm straight into and uppercut motion, nailing Trunks right between the legs, before jumping up so his waist was level with Trunks head, Chakrin did a full spin-kick, landing a hit across the right side of Trunks’ face. “Regardless of your strength… no man alive can withstand a shot to the nuts!”
Landing with his back facing Trunks he was proud of his quick hit and take down of such a great enemy. Of course, he didn’t stick around to find out how quickly he would recover. Taking off into the sky Chakrin headed for the city looking for a place to hide to possibly ambush Trunks.
As his vision became less fuzzy he could see the contrail left by Chakrin in the sky. Still lying in the dirt he rolled back and forth as he awaited feeling to return to his lower extremities. As he rolled to his right he ended up falling back into the crater hitting his head and bruising his arms on the way in. Still protecting himself through the fall he waited for the ride to be over with before he attempted to move again.
“I can’t believe he just punched me in the FUCKING nuts!!!!!” Yelling out loud as if someone were there to listen.
“I can’t believe I just did that! I’m so fuckin’ dead!” Pushing himself to go faster knowing he needed to find shelter in a hurry.
“When I find that son-of-a-bitch I’m gonna take no mercy…” Wincing in pain as a sudden shock hit his lower body. “…Just as soon as I can feel my nuts…”
“EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!” Yelling at the top of his lungs Chakrin tried to warn people of the coming danger. “Get out of here NOW!!!!!!!! Before its too late!!!” Only a few people took the time to even look up at him and far less took cover for their lives.
Talking to himself Chakrin began to worry about there safety.
“How the hell can I get them to leave? I’m a dead man myself…what is the point of taking these people with me?” Charging up a ki blast in his right palm he shot it at the closest building causing the bricks to explode. “God I hope that works.” Floating above the now scared citizens he could see them start to leave the area. Charging up another blast he shot it at another building causing the crowd to disperse the area. “FREAKIN’ SWEET!!! I’m like Godzilla over here!” Flying down into one of the still-standing buildings he waited for Trunks to show.
Scanning the horizon Trunks soon found his target. He could just see a few plums of smoke rising in the distance. Completely pissed he charged up and rocketed himself out of the crater toward the smoking city. Arriving in nearly half the time it took Chakrin to get there Trunks surveyed the area looking for signs of Chakrin.
“You’re fuckin’ dead kid!” Yelling loud enough for anyone to hear him. He held two charged ki blasts in each hand, looking and waiting for Chakrin to reveal himself. “Come out and die like all the rest. I can wait here forever if I need to!” Nostrils flaring with every breath Trunks held his ki blasts steady looking around at each of the floors on the buildings. “I will find you and when I do I’ll take my time to kill you!!!
Charging up even more power into his hands he let loose a barrage of firepower into the surrounding buildings. Causing catastrophic damage to nearly everything within the surrounding area. Breathing heavily now he focused his energy on the remaining buildings in the area. Though they were near the edge of the city a total of 12 blocks had been somehow damaged by the frustrative blasts of Trunks.
“How the hell am I supposed to fight him?! He’s a freakin’ psycho! I’ll need more than just my own strength to defeat him.” His thoughts were silent to the outside world. In his mind however he was yelling at himself trying to figure out how to achieve victory or even come out of the battle alive.
Charging a Destructo disk in his left hand he concentrated as much as he could to bring it to the strength needed to do its job. Watching Trunks destroy the city in his unrelenting search for him he fired his Destructo disk right at his target. Unable to stay in one spot very long Chakrin quickly relocated to another position as he listened and waited for any signs of his attack hitting its mark.
With Trunks’ back turned to the disk it seemed very unlikely that he would know of its presence, let alone be able to stop it. Stopping his attack of the city Trunks took his right hand and reached back behind him with his palm facing the incoming disk. Firing at the disk he ignited the surrounding air with an explosion that shattered what windows remained intact.
“YOU FOOL! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME! WHY DELAY YOUR DEATH!” Laughing manically as he turned to where Chakrin hid and launched himself through the building to tackle him in mid-air. “AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!! Grabbing Chakrin he continued on his course of impact with the ground.
Eyes wide Chakrin could do little but wait for the impact. Starring into Trunks’ eyes he could see a deep hate over whelming his soul. His eyes were blood shot and pierced into Chakrin’s mind. With spit forming at the side of his mouth Trunks grinned slightly as he neared the earth. For Chakrin it seemed like a lifetime as he waited for the ground rushing toward him to finally meet. Putting his feet on Chakrin’s chest, Trunks launched himself into the air as he pushed Chakrin toward the ground. Arriving at 20 feet in the air Trunks charged up for a final blast to finish the job.
*”Voices” ends and fades into “Down with the sickness”*
Lying in the rubble Chakrin could feel his body levitate. He was unable to move any part of his body but it didn’t seem to matter. All the pain in his body was gone. He tried opening his eyes, but was unable. Somehow he kept on drifting away from the newly made hole. Above Trunks the dark clouds had started to open up and allow for rain to make its way to the ground. It was ice cold in the fiery air surrounding the destroyed buildings and wrecked vehicles.
To Trunks disbelief, Chakrin had climbed out of the hole and was now trying to stand up and steady himself against a broken light pole. Upon seeing this he stopped charging the ki blast in his hand and watched in utter amazement as Chakrin had now begun to levitate and even rise to his level.
“The hell are you doing? You are even more of an idiot than I gave you credit for! DIIIIIIIE!!” Shooting several ki blasts at Chakrin, Trunks took every effort possible to make sure that he hit Chakrin. “WORTHLESS PATHETIC FOOL!!!!! I AM YOUR DEATH!!!!!” Breathing erratically now Trunks watched and waited for the dust to settle, to see if Chakrin had the ability to once again rise to his feet.
Again Chakrin could feel the same sensation take over his body. He still couldn’t see anything, but somehow knew that he would be ok for a few more seconds. With the now down pour of rain the smoke cleared rather quickly. Revealing an empty hole for Trunks to wonder about.
Standing in an old building with walls that barely cleared the 6-foot mark was Chakrin. Pulling off his shirt that had caught fire in the last attack he cared less of Trunks’ location. Looking up he noticed that Trunks wasn’t scratch free either. His calf had a major cut in it. Apparently some of the Destructo disk had hit its mark after all.
Bracing himself against a loose pipe, Chakrin waited for Trunks to join him on the ground. It took a lot for Chakrin to hold himself upright, but he also knew that if he kept it up long enough it just might pay off in the end. Smiling at Trunks was all he was able to do. Knowingly pissing off the sayain further. The storm had now begun to really deal its own damage as the winds blowing stirred up the random fires that were nearly out into a furious raging inferno surrounding the warriors on two sides.
“What are you smiling about? You are on your last leg and your smiling? Have you accepted death and your peace?” Beginning his walk toward Chakrin took longer than it should have as he limped a little due to the gash on the back of his leg. Chakrin’s hand had been behind his back the entire time. Though he figured Trunks was still on the defensive after the nut shot he still needed the diversion. Waiting for him to get a little closer he acted as if he were falling to bring his hand forward and release his shot.
Upon Chakrin reaching out to hit Trunks a bolt of lightening struck right in front of Trunks. Stopping in time to miss getting hit be the strike he failed to see the ki blast on the other side of the bolt. As Chakrin released his shot it traveled through the lightening and gathered power as it nailed Trunks squarely in the chest. With the ki blast being surrounded by lightening it inadvertently added a huge force to the ki causing an explosion on impact that launched Chakrin backwards and threw Trunks through the air toward an already broken wall.
Landing hard on his left shoulder Chakrin felt it “snap” on impact forcing out a hollowed yelp of pain. He was somehow still alive and a little more bruised for wear. His right arm had somehow gotten tangled in an electrical wire and after being thrown from the blast it cut into his skin forming an almost perfectly spiral pattern around his arm. Trunks too, was injured. Landing hard on his left side Trunks hit some shrapnel that tore right through his armor and nearly ripped open his side. Both laid silently for a second as they tried to figure out what had just happened.
Trying his chance of getting up Chakrin nearly passed out from the pain as he checked his right side to find a major injury just under his ribs. He was bleeding profusely from this point and it seemed unlikely that he would be able to even bandage it before another attack was exchanged. Forcing himself up he arrived on his feet at nearly the same time as Trunks had.
Covered in cuts, scrapes, bruises and open wounds, they both stood silent breathing heavily as they waited for the next attack. Standing there in the torrential freezing rains they were amidst complete destruction. Skyscrapers that once stood tall were now mere rubble. Twisted piles of broken melted metal; once resembling vehicles, burned furiously through the pouring rains. The cries of innocent lives pleading for help were soon fading into silence. Trapped in the ruins to die. This was indeed, death, at its finest moment.
Anyone could see that these two warriors were pushing themselves to their limits. Standing no more than 20 feet apart they watched the other hold his wounds knowing that the “end” was near.
Lightning crashed once more striking the ground between them dancing and scorching the earth before once again being chased into the clouds by the ear-numbing thunder. Here they stood looking and waiting.
Though Chakrin’s face was cut and bleeding he didn’t dare wince from the pain. His heart pounded in his chest, longing to catch up with his lungs. Above his left eye a deep cut crossed his brow up to his hairline before making an arched trail back down to his ear. Though the blood showed little signs of stopping it too did little to deter him from his goal of defeating Trunks.
A single thin red line ran around the length of his right arm. It was just deep enough to break the skin nothing more seemed to come of it. His left arm was in far worse condition. Dislocated at the shoulder it dangled at his side, useless, occasionally bumping against his ribs that were cracked from the exchange of forceful blows. As Trunk’s looked over his opponent he could see that a wound near his right side was also bleeding generously. Chakrin’s shirt was little more than shreds at this point. Doing little to cover any wounds that may have needed it. His pants, once wrinkle and scotch free were beyond thrashed. Rips and cuts on each pant leg at various lengths seemed to be the new style. Covered in dirt, mud, blood and sweat…his clothes were little more than big bandages over his body.
“I can’t do this much longer…I can’t die here…not without knowing…” These were the only thoughts crossing Chakrin’s mind as he watched Trunks look over his injuries, before he himself took notes of Trunks’ damage.
Trunks was in no better shape to say the least. He too had his wounds. His face was swollen on the right side, sealing his eye shut from the bruising. Along his left side under his arm, his side was cut open nearly showing his ribs. His armor scattered across much of the battlefield lay in pieces no longer serving a purpose to him. His left leg had a severe cut along the calf allowing pools of blood to find its way to the muddy puddles around his feet.
“He was right…unbelievable! …What did this one have to live for that was worth death…?” Thought Trunks, as he looked over Chakrin again before focusing his thoughts on his surroundings to find a way to finish him off.
Both stood silent in the storms deadly wrath. They stood facing each other…this was to be the end of the battle…the end of a life.
*Halfway through “Down With The Sickness” it fades into “Violence Fetish”*
With every last bit of energy in him Chakrin began his signature move, his one last weapon in his bag of now empty tricks. Though he had received an enormous amount of damage during the past few hours. It was not enough for him to simply heel over and die. Slightly elevated off the ground he formed the ball of energy in his hand. With still no use of his left arm it was merely impossible for him to complete his attack. Ignoring the pain involved in it he moved to a corner of the building still standing and slammed his shoulder into the wall causing the backside to crack and crumble a bit as he hit it.
Somehow he had popped it back into place and now had streams of tears running down his face from the pain. Using all his strength he lifted both hands into the air, out-stretched from his body he let the two small blue orbs take form in his palms letting them grow as he left himself open for an attack.
Trunks was standing with his opened side and it nearly forced a panic state of mind on him when he reached down to see where the pain in his side was coming from. After the discovery of his wound he knew that he should end this battle quickly.
“STAR…FIRE…” Holding his hand high into the air Trunks had started his special move as well. Allowing the energy to form from the size of a baseball to the size of a soccer ball watching as it changed colors as it grew. Closing his fists it seemed to have disappeared all together. As Chakrin watched he could see tiny rays of light shoot out of Trunks’ hand. It was now or never for both of them.
“COVER…OF…” Slowly at first Chakrin began to bring his hands together. As they came closer together they seemed to speed up as if they were magnets being attracted to each other. With his fingers outstretched he let the two indigo blue balls of energy collide and combine into one…
“…NIGHT!!!”
“…BLITZ!!!”
As both warriors put forth every last bit of ki energy they had into their attacks, they released a tremendous force upon Konatsa. The limbs of the trees billowed from the shockwave of such a horrible explosion. Chakrin was propelled back, crashing into a rock that, if you were a doctor, you would know from the expression on his face, that he ruptured his spleen. Trunks fell back and resisted the attack, but tripped over a tree branch and tumbled into an oversized tree. Sliding down the rough bark, he had that 'George of The Jungle' effect to it.
The waters of the planet were making heavy tides. Creatures around the planet were burrowed in their homes, scared to come out from what just happened. The winds pushed with such a tremendous force that some of the bigger rocks had actually moved from their original place. Both fighters appeared not to move...
*an hour later*
Chakrin was the first to actually stand to both feet. Trunks was having a hard time breathing since he broke his sternum in two places. Chakrin didn't want to stand to both feet, but knew that his enemy was still alive and a true warrior always finishes the job.
Hobbling up to Trunks, he saw that he was still alive and still moving. He tried to get into as best a stance he could, but the drawn out battle had the best of him. Trunks managed to climb to one knee, but it took him a long time to do so. And you could tell that he was hurt with the agonziing look on his face. He tried his best to show an angered look, but it was no good. Slowly, he withdrew his Samurai blade as Chakrin stepped back 2 feet, seeing what he was up to.
"I truly underestimated you. I know that..." he sputtered, wheezing while talking. "with tactics and...precise attacks, anyone can be defeated. War is....an art."
Chakrin was stunned by this as Trunks presented him with his sword.
"I promised you death either way. If seeing me dead will help achieve goals in your life.....then do so...Otherwise, I will....go...and get the shit...knocked out of me....by a person more evil...than...." Trunks's setence broke as he fell down on the ground. The pain caused him to pass out completely.
As Chakrin stood there, clutching his mid section, he hobbled up next to Trunks. With the sword in his right hand, he brought it up and examined it. This would put him at a great standard as he had defeated one of the greater evils that had come to this planet, but was he making the right decision?
Shaking the thoughts out, he brought the sword up, aiming for Trunks's neck and as he reached the sword high into the air, watching the sunlight break through the clouds, a few beams hit the sword causing a starburst reflection. He thought about what this victory would mean for him and his future.
As he brought the sword to the highest point possible, arms stretched high above his head muscles flexed trembling with pain and fatigue, the sword let out a high-pitched cry, almost as if it were in mourning of its former master. Closing his eyes with his head still tilted back toward the sky, Chakrin said his goodbyes to his adversary,
…though I know nothing of the one you speak of,” breathing deeply as the weight of the sword began to take its toll on his arms, “…and I care less for any pain she would rightfully bestow upon you…it would be my honor to bring you peace in this world…”
“…AND ENDLESS SUFFERING AND MISERY IN THE NEXT!!”
Bringing his new sword down with all the force left in his body. Breaking the skin on the back of Trunks’ neck the sword sank deeply into the flesh, ending the high-pitched cry. Severing the spinal cord and the carotid artery the sword stopped only as hit the ground. Blood splattered up from the thin slice in the neck, shooting arches of red liquid in all directions as the heart sputtered out and finally stopped beating all together. Covered in crimson, Chakrin fell to his knees and finally collapsed from exhaustion.
It was now over…