A/N: He is the repost of "Shattered", a 5 part mini story. I didn't change anything, as after re-reading it, I found that it's fine the way it is.

Shattered (Part 1 of 5)

The cool spring breeze brushed against the lush oak trees, making them quiver, causing the nesting birds to flap their wings in alarm. However once they realized what transpired is normal for this time of the season, the tension is lifted from their frail bodies.

That is until a heavy earthquake shook the trees, spooking them again, this time understanding that that is a warning they should listen to, the birds dispatching all at once. Another earthquake erupted, large trenches forming, disrupting the serene forest much to the animals' dismay. Shortly after, a heart wrenching feminine cry is heard echoing throughout the forest, though it seemed like it came from far away, deep within the closest city; West City.

"Bra!" A hoarse voice cried out, the owner of it coming in the form of a young man with lavender hair.

Said young man rushed to the rubble that the owner of the girlish voice landed on, reached in and all but yanked her out, making her shriek from the force.

"Ouch Trunks! Can you been more gentle?!" The aqua haired young woman shouted, punching Trunks on the shoulder harshly. Too bad he barely felt it.

Trunks decided not to give a response to that, instead focusing on a blazing blond figure, who's giving it his all, throwing punches left and right at a black haired man.

"Damn...we're not gonna get anywhere like this!" Trunks hissed out as he punched the asphalt, his fist creating cracks.

Bra snorted. "When do we ever get anywhere? This shit's been going on for years! We lost so many..." the aqua haired Saiyan whispered. "We-we're never gonna-"

"Sis don't say that...we will win..."Trunks mumbled, though he didn't sound convincing.

Bra frowned, tears threatening to escape her eyelids. "Trunks...we have to be-"

A loud painful cry ripped through the air, cutting Bra off. Trunks and his sister turn their gaze to the source and winced when they saw the blond fighter smashing through several buildings. Not a moment later, the blond man burst from the crater and hurled himself at a blonde haired woman. White hot burning rage coursed through his body as he threw his fist at her, only to miss and get hit from the side, the attacker being the black haired man.

Bra clutched her small fists tightly, making them white, hating the feeling of helplessness. She wanted to jump in and help but knew that all she'd be doing is getting in the way of the older Saiyan. No, she'd be absolutely useless as she was nowhere near their level. Hell, she wasn't even a Super Saiyan! She often wondered if it's because she's a girl, though the older Saiyan believed that wasn't the case. He always said that it will happen eventually, that it will happen when she got angry enough, when all her emotions break free, when her mind hits the brink of insanity. But every time he told her this she laughed bitterly because what is it going to take to get that angry? Everyone they know and loved is dead, she, her brother and the older Saiyan being the only ones left.

Bra suddenly felt a strong gust of wind and it slammed into her side, causing her to jerk her head towards Trunks. She cursed loudly as she saw her brother, now in his Super Saiyan state, take off, clearly determined to help the older Saiyan. But she put a stop to that by catching him by his arm, thanking Kami that she was gifted with fast reflexes. She didn't want to add her brother to the ever growing body count after all.

"Don't be stupid Trunks! You know we don't stand a chance against-"

Trunks growled and ripped his wrist from his sister's grip, causing her to draw her hand to her chest. "Goku doesn't either and yet he's out there trying! And don't give me that because didn't you just get your ass handed seconds ago?"

Bra looked away, her gaze now finding the ground rather interesting. "You're right…" she started, then faced her brother. "And I'm sorry for that." She finished with a weak smile.

Trunks frowned, his bright turquoise orbs hardening briefly before softening. "It's okay…" he said as he placed his arm around his sister's shoulders, reeling her into a brotherly hug. "Let me see if I could get Goku away from the Androids so we can retreat-"

A gut twisting scream of agony bellowed throughout the city and this time, the Saiyan siblings knew it's serious because well when they turn to the source they saw that the blonde Android, Number 18, was smirking sadistically with one hand gripping Goku's neck. And then and there Trunks knew that if he didn't jump in, they will lose Goku too. So without a second thought, he rushed towards the older Saiyan's aid and this time Bra wasn't able to catch him.

Not wanting the boy to interfere, the black haired Android, Number 17, got in his way and kicked him on the side of his arm so hard that he snapped his bone clean in two, which resulted in Trunks crying out loudly. The sound was music to his ears so he took a few more moments to savor it.

"Oh Kami! No! Trunks!" Bra shrieked and then she was frozen, unable to move because the sight of her brother in agony terrified her. Her hand flew to her mouth as she watched Number 17 grab her brother's shattered arm and started to tug and Kami his screams got louder and louder, the poor boy now having tears cascading down his eyes.

Bra nearly heaved when she saw the monster literally rip her brother's arm off, tossing it to the ground, the gaping hole where his arm was now bleeding profusely. Trunks' eyes reverted back to blue, though the color is noticeably duller. The golden aura all but left him high and dry and Bra watched in horror as he started to free fall to his doom.

Goku, who saw everything through his one good eye, got a sudden burst of power as he kneed Number 18 in the stomach with a powerful thrust and though it didn't cause her to release him, it did loosen her grip at least. Fortunately, he was able to gain his freedom and not wanting it to go to waste he ripped her hand from his neck, grabbed her shoulder and then pulled her towards him harshly, a satisfying gasp escaping from the Android's lips.

"Hang on Trunks!" Goku yelled out as he headed towards the fading lavender haired Saiyan, his voice slightly raspy from the iron grip the Android had on his throat.

To Goku's dismay, Number 17 grabbed him around his waist, sliding his arms under and proceeded to put him into a full nelson, holding him in place. A flash of Déjà vu flew through his eye, the memories of his encounter with his brother coming to mind. "Ugh let go you bastard!"

"Hey, it's not nice to insult the person who has your life in the palm of their hands is it?" He whispered, making Goku shiver from the disgusting venom dripping from his voice. Then, while making sure his grip was tightly secure, he called to his sister.

"Hey 18, why don't you give us a show?"

Number 18 smirked nastily as she descended to the ground, right next to the young man, who is writhing in pain weakly. He coughed profusely, spattering blood all over himself.

She stalked up to the helpless Saiyan, enjoying the pathetic state he's in.

Though Trunks was fading in and out of consciousness, he understood what's going to happen next.

Trunks Briefs was going to die and what's worse, not only will Goku be a witness to it, but so will his grief-stricken sister.

A/N: Thanks for reading =)

(Posted: 5/18/16)

~Gater~