Trunks put on the brakes, and Goten shot way ahead of him. When the younger boy noticed that he was flying alone, he doubled back to hover next to Trunks. "Hey, what's wrong, Trunks? Why'd you stop?"
Trunks looked sideways at his friend. "Oh, come on. You don't really think I'm gonna go back home and wait, do you?"
"But our dads said…"
"I don't care what they said!" Trunks's anger caused power to billow out around him. "I'm not going to sit around while everybody else does the fighting. I can't just float here while everyone we care about may be in trouble!"
"The whole Earth might be in danger," Goten breathed.
"That's right. And we're not gonna hide behind the grown-ups like some scared little kids." Trunks balled his hands into fists and summoned his power. "We don't need them to protect us!" Goten mimicked his friend and let white power envelop his young body.
"You're right, Trunks. Let's show 'em what we can do!"
"You got that right!" Trunks shouted back. They headed back the way they had come at top speed.
