Then the rain had started and it had been the beginning of the end for them and the Earth.

Three years later, Trunks and Pan were back to fight Miga, determinate, much stronger than at the time of the first battle, but obviously not enough yet. Their attacks barely had any effect and they knew he could get rid of them both easily. Often, they would give worry looks at the sky, checking for any suspect cloud...

After a moment, it was not a cloud that appeared, but Goten, looking furious. He threw a ki blast at Miga to distract him for a little moment and the monster growled scarily as moving like Jell-O, absorbing the energy. Pan jumped back from it, not daring to face her uncle, while Trunks bit his bottom lip with frustration, perfectly knowing what was coming.

- You idiots! shouted Goten. Fighting him alone like that! After what C-18 said!
- It doesn't matter, what she says, replied his lifetime friend, wiping sweat for him forehead. We can beat him, Goten, if only you would really try!

Suddenly, anger vanished from the black haired man, who only glared coldly at Trunks.

- What do you mean?! That I don't want to kill him? That's it's my fault if he's still there?
- Did I say that?
- I think you meant that.
- Well then maybe you sho...
- GUYS!!

The alarmed scream of Pan made them jump of surprise and they realized Miga was fuming with anger, which was really not good. Cursing, they jumped higher in the airs so the clear mixture he was spitting around wouldn't touch them. Goten turned into Super Saiyan, powering up quickly, and rage filled his now emerald eyes. He had enough of this, of Miga, of Trunks' attitude, of cats, of fear, of fights... He had more than enough! This time, it would end!

Pan had rejoined the two hybrids in the air and added her energy to their common ki blast. It was Miga's fault if she had no more parents, no more grand-fathers, if her only family last was her uncle... In her dark eyes was rising a furious fire.

The blast was stronger than anything they could remember having sent to Miga. They wanted to kill him, they really wanted to and they were sending him all of their anger and frustrations from the last three years, everything they had within...

The explosion sent them away, blinding them for a few seconds.

An exhilarating feeling rose within Trunks. That attack had been so strong! Their strongest ever! Miga couldn't be that resistant! They surely had hurt him this time, if not kill him!! A nervously victorious laughter escaped from his throat as he glanced down to see the results.

Goten suddenly flew into him, pulling him away, as a giant wave of fluid passed besides them, coming from a very angry Miga. Now, not only he wasn't hurt at all, but he was also furious. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

Usually, they would have given up and left as fast as possible. Miga, however powerful he was, couldn't move quickly and he'd just let them go, gurgling with disappointment. But this time, they wouldn't run away. They had to fight him until the end... The end of the monster or of themselves? Without answering their own minds, the three fighters started to scream, throwing several ki blasts at their enemy, in complete disorder. Smoke and dust kept them from seeing Miga after a short moment, but it didn't matter. They felt him and they would kill him.

It was very easy, in the end; just form a ki ball in your hand, throw it was fast as possible and repeat the action as many times as you have to, always as fast as possible. It was almost like shampooing one's hair! Trunks shut his eyes close, putting more power into his attacks. More power... Always more...

Suddenly, a violent pain stroke within, his cheek set in fire and he let go a loud scream, not throwing ki blasts anymore. His hands covered his face before he could even realize why and he felt something thick, warm, covering them. His blue eyes widened, he started shaking as he felt his cheek opening. It wasn't a simple cut, it was pierced! He tried to scream, but it hurt too much. Tears ran into the wound, burning.

Far away, Goten yelled something... Trunks had a vague impression of growing fear, mixed with anger, but the pain was stronger. He closed his eyes slowly, trying to hold back more tears. He felt his face emptying of its blood... Strength leaving... A low drone filled his head, covering Goten and Pan's voices, Miga's gurgling, his own moans of pain..... And then... Then everything went black.


A wave of pain awoke him and he realized he was in Goten's arms, shaking slightly. He clenched his teeth to not wail weakly, heard his friend's voice. It took his brain a moment to understand the words, numb as it was from the pain.

- It'll be ok, we're going back home...

Trunks nodded, or at least his mind did, and he fell asleep again. Or maybe he lost consciousness. Whatever...


Goten did his best to not look at the bloody scene his best friend was offering to him. He knew that by the gaping cut of his cheek he would see, though covered with blood, the teeth, the jaw... Horrible spectacle he didn't want to watch. The sensation of warm blood soaking his own gi top was bad enough... Holding the purple haired man tighter in his arms, he sped up. Once Trunks safe, he would train like never before. It was a thing to lose his family, but hurting his best friend in this kind of way, he couldn't accept it. Miga would pay, and it'd be from Goten's own bare hands. As the familiar mountain now called "home" appeared to him and Pan, he vowed to avenge his friend.


Chapter 3
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