In all of his considerable fighting experience, Trunks had never seen such a variety of attacks. It seemed demons each had their own set of otherworldly abilities, each one as different as an individual's energy signature. An impressive phenomenon that Trunks could not fully appreciate while trying to dodge, keep his energy under control, and protect the Grim Reaper on her none too fast paddle.
The lilac haired youth spun in a circle, cutting down several attacks as well as hundreds of insects within range of his minimal usage of Ki.
"Oh no! Trunks!"
The Saiyan whipped around towards Boton's yells, watching as the blue haired girl fought to keep her paddle steady. It seemed at least one of these demons could manipulate wind. Not very well, but enough that the Boton was now flying slightly backwards despite her obvious efforts otherwise.
This is getting us nowhere! Trunks thought with a scowl of frustration, cutting down more insects as he flew back to her. She simply was not a fighter and not the best of flyers either.
Without consulting his charge, Trunks grabbed Boton's wrist, pulling her closer and yelling, "Hold onto my waist!"
She did, perhaps simply stunned into compliance, perhaps seeing the logic of Trunks fighting the storm for both of them.
They made some headway, Boton holding on for dear life from the sheer speeds they were flying. Once Trunks could be sure they were going to make it, he asked, "So, where are we going?"
But he never heard the answer. Something hit Trunks. Not an attack or anything physical. His surroundings no longer seemed important as a new awareness flooded his senses.
It was like déjà vu. As if by being in this spot, Trunks was supposed to remember something. Or maybe it was the echo of a presence he once knew… Gohan?...
"TRUNKS!" Boton screamed, breaking the boy's trance.
SLAM!
The couple was hit by something akin to a Kamehameha wave, rocketing towards the ground before they really knew what hit them. Trunks made sure he hit first, slamming his back through rock and brush alike.
When they finally stopped, Trunks got up shifting debris off his body with the movement. He could appreciate the sheer strength of that last attack by the size of the cave-like crater they had created with their fall.
Hope you needed the landscaping job, Kurama. Trunks thought, pulling out his sword in anticipation.
They needed to get out of here before those big demons started getting closer. "Hey. How much further until Koenma's place?" he called back, slicing down the small, frontline demons with ease.
There was no answer. Boton had never gotten up, had she? Trunks spun a circle, slicing down enemies and taking the chance to look at his companion.
The logical part of Trunks saw that it was Boton lying there against the rocks. But the part of him that he hid from everyone else, the part beset by fears and tormented by nightmares saw differently.
Blue hair steeped into magenta with her own blood. Trunks cried out to her, but she would not wake up. His mother was dead.
Trunks yelled. His inward cries screaming, I won't let this happen!
It was his fault that he could not save his mother. His energy that brought on the mess Boton was now in.
No more.
He screamed, flooded with a familiar surge of golden energy and feeling the stands of his hair lift up from around his ears.
The Saiyan blood coursed through him, challenging enemies to come close. Let them come. Let them just try it.
With his heightened senses, he could hear Boton's soft breathing from where she lay, knocked out. He could feel two strong powers fighting somewhere nearby. And he could feel…
Kurama.
Trunks smirked, looking up at the cliff area with pupil-less, teal eyes. Kurama looked back, smirking in turn as he saw Trunks' transformed state. Then with a nod and a smile in his emerald eyes, Kurama gestured in a mutually accepted body language that Trunks understood to mean, All yours.
Something about Makai spurred on that part of Trunks which was related to his father. That part that enjoyed fighting simply to fight. With a bit of a demonic grin, Trunks set to work, knowing all the while that Kurama sat watching his every move.
