Android 18 stepped back from her handiwork. "Hm. Pathetic human. Too bad he didn't last long." She turned and started walking away.
Seventeen frowned. "Well, that's disappointing. Now we don't have a plaything anymore. I doubt anyone on this planet will give us a good fight." He followed his sister, but a small flicker of life energy caught his attention. Shocked, he turned and stared at Trunks. "He's not… dead?" He walked closer, until he realized the energy wasn't coming from the fallen warrior. "Wait a minute, sis. I think we missed someone."
Don't move; don't move! Yusira held her breath as the twins started towards her hiding place. I have to trust the camouflage. Even though she knew they couldn't see her, somehow, they knew exactly where she was.
Seventeen stopped in front of the ruined wall. "I don't get it. I can sense someone's energy right here, but there's no one here." Am I malfunctioning? No. That isn't possible. "Come on, get out here! I can feel your energy; there's no use hiding!"
Apparently there is, thought Yusira grimly as she stared face to face with the androids. Except, they couldn't see her. Her mouth twitched into a smile as she watched them look around, confused and agitated. "I'm getting impatient!" yelled the black-haired boy. "Come out now, or I flatten this entire city!" "Just do it, Seventeen," said his sister. "Whoever it is won't come out because you're shouting at the top of your lungs. Besides, if Copy-cat here happens to be alive, he'll get a nice alarm clock to wake him up."
"Alright then," he said and jumped into the air; his twin followed. Together, they put their hands out, palms facing the city. Soon, small glowing orbs appeared in their hands as they hovered above.
I have to get out of here, Yusira whispered. She glanced over to the purple-haired boy. He's not dead; I can feel it. How am I supposed to save us both? She stared in dismay as the twin orbs grew brighter and bigger. Hoping they wouldn't see her silhouette, she started crawling over to him.
"I'll give you one more chance, you coward! I'm going to count to five, and then there will be nothing. If you show yourself before that, I might let you go. Five!"
Eighteen rolled her eyes at her brother but held her hand up anyway.
"Four!"
Almost there! Yusira was only a few feet away. Don't move.
"Three!"
Yes! She pulled herself the rest of the way and rested for a bit. What now?
"Two!" The balls of energy condensed to a very small circle of light in their hands. Seventeen smiled.
"ONE!" In unison, they cast the small pinpoints of destruction to the ground. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Desperately, Yusira leaped away at the last moment, dragging the boy with her.
The ground shook from the impact, and the air became immensely hotter. She did her best to shield the both of them, but her efforts were clearly useless. She felt her scales ache from the heat, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. She glanced over to the fighter. To her surprise, he seemed to be taking no damage. The searing pain finally got the best of her and she blacked out.
Thrail's space pod zipped by the grey moon and towards the cloud-covered planet. "This is pathetic. How did she kill Brakil? She was definitely weaker than him," he muttered as he prepared the landing gear. Slowly, the circular craft decelerated, and landed somewhat softly on the city outskirts. The door hissed open, and Thrail stepped out. This place is a mess, he thought. A tempting idea formed in his head, but he pushed it away. "Naah. I'll have some fun later," he said. He jumped up and flew into the distance, towards the desert…
As the dust cleared around the two still fighters, one of them started to move. She crawled to her knees and rested for a moment, before moving to the other motionless figure.
"Come on, wake up. They're gone now; you're safe. Please don't die." I've seen way too many deaths, Yusira added silently. She sighed and picked him up over her shoulder. "Better get you home. Where do you live?" Naturally, he didn't answer. Suddenly she noticed the logo on his jacket. "Capsule Corps? I think I know where that is," she mused. With that, she took off to in the direction where Trunks had flown earlier that day.
Someone was knocking on the door. Bulma glanced back at her time machine, and then made her way upstairs. "I'm coming," she called. To her shock, there was a young teenage girl standing in the doorway. Her clothes were torn in some places, and she was holding someone on her shoulder. Wait a minute, thought Bulma as she started to recognize the person. "Oh my gosh! What happened to you Trunks? Please excuse my rudeness, come in!"
Yusira stepped inside and followed Bulma to a small room. "Set him here," said Bulma. "I'm really sorry, is there anything I can get for you?" When Yusira shook her head, Bulma exclaimed, "You must tell me what happened! Was it the Androids?"
The tired girl nodded. "If you're talking about those two monster people, then yes. I didn't see all of it; I heard screaming and ran as fast as I could to the town."
"Well, thanks for everything you did. By the way, I'm Bulma, Trunk's mother. Who are you?"
Yusira hesitated, but decided against lying. "My name is Yusira."
"Have you met Trunks before?"
She shook her head. "No. He was unconscious when I got there. I did notice that he had managed to make the androids mad, and that says a lot." Bulma was silent for a while, as Yusira caught her breath. "I have to go," she said. "Don't tell him it was me; I need to remain as anonymous as possible." Bulma winked at her as she finished bandaging Trunks' injuries.
"Leave it to me. Now don't go get yourself killed; stay away from those androids! Be safe, and I hope we meet again. You seem like a nice person."
Yusira blushed modestly. "Thanks," she replied. "You're really kind as well. Live strong, hunt well." She covered her mouth, embarrassed, when she realized what she said.
Bulma looked at her, confused. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"I'm sorry, it's just an old habit. I need to leave; thanks for everything." She dashed out the door and ran away. Bulma followed her and watched the rapidly receding figure.
"What a strange girl," Bulma murmured. Just then, she heard a soft groan from the bedroom. "I'm coming, Trunks! Don't worry, mommy's here." She hurried back to the bedside.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his mother. "I'm sorry, mom. I thought I could take them, I really thought I could. They were just too strong."
"Hey, don't worry about it! You're safe now, that's all that matters to me." She gently moved a stray hair from his face.
"Mom, is the time machine ready? I'd like to take the antidote to Goku now."
Bulma laughed softly. "You don't even know if you have any arms or legs under there! Just rest for now, and when you are better, you can get ready for the trip."
He nodded. "Right. Thanks mom." He drifted back to sleep, and Bulma watched for a little while.
"My brave warrior. I bet you can't wait to meet your father. Well, you might be disappointed." She sighed and went back downstairs to finish the time machine.