Last time on Dragon Ball Z.
With the fight turning sour, Trunks is forced to use all his remaining power. When all seemed lost, however, 18 used the ultimate move of the Kai, the Spirit Bomb! 17 freed, the three regroup before finding the monster still alive. Can they overcome this final foe? It seems everything in this and all universes falls onto our heroes.
The Light of Hope Burns Twice
Buu's scream cut short as the monster stared vaguely into the air. His mouth hung open slightly before making a series of high pitched grunts. He beat his chest with both arms in what seemed like a war cry, or just something random.
The three heroes stared awkwardly at the short pink man. 17 smirked and pointed at it. "Okay, go on."
Trunks turned confused. "What?"
"Go beat up the bad guy. It's what you do." 17 said plainly.
Trunks seemed a bit irritated, more at himself than 17. "I can't. I'm barely at super saiyan level. He'd destroy me."
17 chuckled. "That's a first. Come on 18."
She cut him off with little emotion, almost lecturing him. "Yeah I'm still half dead from when he absorbed you. You're the only one here at 100%. Here's your chance."
17 smiled. "Fine. I'll take care of the big bad monster." Just as he finished, Buu held a hand up as a giant pink energy ball appeared. The monster showed a wide toothy grin as he prepared to destroy the planet. "Oh, hell no. Kaioken!"
17 burst at Buu, kneeing the monster in the face causing its head to stretch away from its body awkwardly. The head contorted back to stare at 17 with a piercing gaze. 17 smirked as the pink ball dissipated. The head popped back to the rest of the body as Buu began pounding his chest again.
17 stood confused. "Ar. . . are you ignoring me?!" He threw a punch at Kid Buu, embedding his hand into Buu's face, but the monster only paused for a moment before continuing to pound. Okay, now 17 was starting to get irritated. "Kaioken X4!" He jumped to the highest level he and 18 could maintain for a long period. His fist suddenly ripped through Buu's gut, coming out his back, however the monster was only surprised, not actually hurt.
Buu body tightened on the arm as he charged a pink blast at 17's gut. The android quickly used the Android Barrier, shoving the monster off. 17 charged after Buu punching his jaw, but Buu's body contorts and kicked 17's jaw at the same time. The two separate, rubbing their faces before launching into a strike exchange.
Buu's image disappeared to dodge a punch. 17 kicked to his side, only for Buu's arm to wrap around it. The mini bad guy whipped 17 down into the ground with a large thud, creating a large crevice in the Earth that quickly closed. Buu stood on the large crack in the ground, once more beating his chest. He's cut off by 17's yell as the crevice opens back up.
17 speeds out, uppercutting Buu into the sky and firing a massive beam. Buu's body stretches to the side, avoiding the beam entirely. He then starts wiggling his stretched body with a childlike smile. "Buu YEAH Buu YEAH Buu YEAH!"
17's own After Image disappears, cutting Buu off as he appeared right over him. "Buu no." He brings both fists down, smacking the monster down into the rocky earth. 17 descends and lands a distance from him.
17 gets into a fighting stance as Buu gets up, still looking uninterested in the fight with a drowsy look.
17 chuckled. "What's wrong Big Bad Bubblegum? Come and give me all you got!" Buu suddenly gave a dull glare. 17 continued. "I mean look at you. Pathetic! You haven't beaten any of us with your own power. Heh. You only good for being chewed up by the good guys."
Buu silently stared at 17 before one of his arms shot into the ground. 17 barely dodged right as the fist came up from below him. It retracts into the ground and comes up again, and again, and again. 17 starts narrowly dancing around the fists before Buu's other arm shot out, punching 17. The hand grabs 17's neck while the underground one retracts to Buu. The monster smirks and pulls 17 into a headbutt to the gut, launching him into a nearby plateau.
17 gets up from the rubble, cracking his neck and doing some leg stretches. "Alright, I'll give you that one." He then ducked into his stance. "But this round's mine. Kaikoken X5!"
With the blink of an eye, 17 stood right beside Buu, charging a point blank attack. Buu, wide eyed, quickly charged his own pink blast as the two started to clash in a shine of pink and gold.
"FINISH BUSTER!" The gold attack quickly overwhelmed the pink, resulting in a large explosion.
The debris cleared, 17 standing in his blast position before relaxing. "And that's the end. . . of. . . that?"
He stared into the smoke in front of him as a reddish pink aura shined out of it. Buu stood, staring at him looking pissed, before his psychotic grin came back.
17 in pure shock spoke quickly out loud. "Oh my god, he still has Kaioken too." He turned his head slightly and called out. "Not so sure this is my chance anymore. Not really liking my chances. You guys want in on this?"
Buu's fist crashes into 17, launching him into the distance. Just as he was ready to follow, two blasts hit him from behind. Trunks and 18 drop in front of him and charge. 18 knees him in the gut while Trunks elbows him in the face. The hits rocket Buu away as the two speed back to regroup with 17.
The brunette got up as they stood together in fighting stances. 17 asked impatiently. "Anyone got a plan?"
"No." Trunks said, sounding grim.
"Come on. We're not going to lose to a pink freak like him." 18 said, offended at the thought.
"Well, think of something." 17 said just as Buu sped in, appearing between the three. Buu spun in place with his arms stretched out, smacking all three away in different directions.
All three burst back into the air above Buu. All three launch a simultaneous beam attack. The attacks hit, but Buu speeds forth at 17. The android blocks the first hit before a knee collides with his gut. 18 kicks from behind, but Buu simply whips around, catching her and slamming into 17, sending the two into the ground. Trunks throws a punch from behind, but Buu disappears before delivering an elbow strike from above. Trunks hits the ground, but is quickly grabbed by Buu and thrown away into the two recovering androids.
18 catches Trunks as 17 tries to intercept the charging Buu. The monster disappears, kicking 17 away from behind. He then stands in front of 18 and Trunks, arms dangling at his sides with a slightly bored look on his face. He brings a hand up and blasts them both away before they can react.
They all recover and regroup while Buu stands still, looking bored as ever. 18 clutches her arm, Trunks leans against a rock, and 17 barely stands on his own.
18 remarks. "Any plans yet."
17 shook his head.
Trunks looked at the ground, ashamed. "How could I come so far, only to lose here?" He grew angry before glaring in Buu's direction. He suddenly felt a bit relieved. "He. . . He's asleep!"
They all looked at Buu who had fallen asleep standing up, drooling a bit. 17 stared ahead. "You're kidding me."
18 sighed. "At least we get a small break. Maybe the elves have an idea."
Trunks tilted his head at her. "Elves? OH! You mean the Kai." Trunks thought back to everything that had occurred back on the world of the Kai.
17 and Trunks reflected on everything they had done on King Kai's world and the planet of the Kai.
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Trunks sat in place in front of the Elder Kai. They were only two hours into their session, and Trunks still didn't buy what was going on. Shifting uncomfortably, he gazed at his father, who glared back. He had glanced at his father over and over ever since seeing his father transform into Super Saiyan Three, and something was nagging him about it.
"Excuse me, sir." Trunks respectfully addressed the elder Kai.
"Hmm? What is it, boy." The Kai responds, not in a disrespectful way.
Trunks looked at his father. "If it's fine, I'd liketo ask a question to my father."
Several of the Z fighters had taken note of the conversation. Vegeta answered. "What is it, boy?"
Trunks thought his question over. "Well, you all had told me about how you and Goku managed to defeat a monster named. . Janim? Jenammi?" "Janemba." Piccolo answered.
Trunks continued. "Yes. Janemba. You also said that he was far more powerful than Buu, but. . ." Vegeta seemed irritated. "Spit it out boy."
Trunks responded. "It doesn't seem likely that you would be a Super Saiyan Three at the time and, even if you were, I doubt you and Goku together could defeat something like that on your own. How did you defeat it?"
Vegeta scoffed. "I refuse to speak of it." "But why?" "I refuse to even acknowledge the existence of that clown's routine!" Vegeta yelled. "It's a disgrace to a warrior like myself, and I won't take the time to explain it to my son."
Trunks was clueless. "Clown's routine?"
"Come on, Vegeta. Even you can't argue with the results." Yamcha interjected. "Fine, if you won't, we will." Tien stood with Yamcha. Vegeta just looked the other way. Trunks looked at them confused. Tien started. "The 'clown's routine' is actually an ancient technique. Yamcha and I learned it, so we can show you. . ."
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"It requires two people of similar height and power." Goku started. 17 tilted his head, bored with the introduction. "You start by standing at a fixed distance between you and your partner."
"And who would I do this with? 18?" 17 asked, bored.
Goku scratched the back on his head awkwardly. "Well, if you wouldn't mind being a hermaphrodite for a while." 17 stood wide eyed. "What?"
17 answered. "I'm surprised you know a word with that many syllables. Anyway, continue. Two people, fixed position. I wanna get this over with."
Goku stood with his arms extended to his left. "Go like this, and make sure your arms are straight." Stepping quickly to the say while waving his arms to the other side. "Then say, 'Fuuu'. You'll approach your partner with outstretched arms exactly three steps over. Once you got that, you say, 'SION'." He hikes his leg up in front of his other while bringing his arms back over in fists. "Quarter turn, and watch the angle of your knee. HA!" He steps out with his hiked leg and points both hands the other way again, index fingers extended. "Now watch! Point your fingers parallel. Don't forget the angle of your legs. It's very important!"
. . . . . . . . 17 stared forward. Time passed for a few minutes. "Really. Get to the real technique."
Goku stood straight up again, with his hand behind him head and a frown. "Well, that is the-"
"Because I know there is no way in the depths of hell that something like THAT is a powerful technique."
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Trunks and 17 looked at each other, 17 checking both of their heights while Trunks seemed against the idea.
Me? With him? I mean, I know they've gone a long way of redeeming themselves, but still.
17 seemed satisfied as he quickly looked Trunks over. "I can match your power level easily, and we ARE close in height."
18 looked between them. "What are you talking about?"
Trunks scowled. "I haven't practiced it. I mean, Tien and Yamcha did it a few times for me, but. . ."
18 interjected again, slightly irritated. "What are you talking about?"
17 shrugged. "Either we try or we die. Pick an option." He then looked over to the sleeping Kid Buu. "And we won't get a better chance with Count Sleeping Bubblegum out like a light."
Trunks nodded. "Okay, I'll do anything to save this world."
18 now showed clear impatience. "Seriously. What the FUCK are you two talking about?"
Trunks turned to her. "We need you to distract Buu."
17 continued. "For only about thirty seconds. If he wakes up and attacks us, it won't work."
18 glared at the two, quickly saying. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
The two men look at her, Trunks not wanting to explain and 17 smirking. "It's better as a surprise." 17 smiles.
She sighs. "I hate you both right now." She looks at Trunks. "Just thirty seconds or so?"
Trunks grumbles. "More or less."
18 flicks her hair out of her eyes and nods. "Fine." She flies up into the air, waiting for them to start.
Trunks and 17 walk a few steps and separate. They take their beginning stances. Trunks glances. "I can't tell if we're synced."
"I can do that for ya." 17 says.
Trunks addresses another problem. "If one of us screws up?"
17 smirks. "It'll be a challenge. Don't screw up."
Trunks, like any saiyan, loved a challenge. "Okay."
They look up to 18, both nodding. She nodded back and fired off towards Buu.
Getting to the sleeping monster, she quickly yells. "Kaioken X4!" Her fist smacks into the pink man's jaw, waking it up. Buu glares at her and explodes in his own Kaioken aura. He disappeared, his head tentacle wrapping around her neck from behind as he grips her head, smashing her into the ground.
Keeping her in the ground, he blasts her deep into the earth, burying her. He floated up into the air, seeing Trunks and 17 outstretch their arms. Just before blasting towards them, a very beat up 18 erupts from the ground, clothes torn mostly apart. "Kaioken X5." She blasts at Buu again.
Trunks and 17 step towards each other. "Fu. . ."
They each hike their legs with closed fists. "-sion!"
Trunks repeated a mantra. One shot. One shot. One shot. One shot.
Buu catches both 18's fists, pulling her in to a knee to her gut. While stunned, she barely sees Buu prepare to hit her before she's sent flying through the battlefield with a massive plume of dirt and debris blowing outward from her landing.
Buu looks back to the men, hearing the final syllable. "HA!" Buu turns to see a massive blinding light.
Trunks and 17 barely register Buu's attention. Making sure at the last moment that their fingers indeed matched. Their bodies become light as they combine together.
18 barely shuffles to her feet, seeing the light. "What the hell?"
Buu seemed stunned from the light, even as it began to recede. The light dimmed, showing a single person standing.
The same boots Trunks had worn. White pants. Arm bands and sash the same color as 17's bandana. On his back, both of Trunks' swords. Trunks' eye color with the same piercing gaze as any android. His hair matched 17's hair length. Black with lavender highlights. His vest has a primary black color with the gold colored secondary.
The fusion looked up at Buu. Without any grunt or notice, his hair spiked instantly to Super Saiyan, the same hair style as Trunks' long hair back when he first emerged from the Time Chamber. Without delay, it spiked up more, then grew down the length of his back. His eyes, while the traditional Super Saiyan green were a watered down green with noticeable pupils, much like how the androids eyes are a watered down blue color.
Buu trembled slightly. The Fusion smirked, speaking with overlapping voices. "I'm not sure what to call myself." He looked at his hands. "I mean. It's not like there's a good combination of Trunks and 17, so lets just call this what it is." He looks at Buu, powering up. "Your end."
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"WOAH!" Everyone was in awe.
"What is it? Why is his power level continually rising?" Gohan asked.
Goku smirked, looking to Vegeta to answer who seemed irritated. "Saiyan transformation is limited with energy consumption. It's the only difference between it and that 'Mystic' form. Fuse that with an android with an unlimited power source. . ."
Goku kept going with it. "The power is going to keep rising as his Saiyan traits keep readjusting his body and getting stronger. The more power a Saiyan experiences, the stronger he gets." Nonstop Zenkai boost.
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Buu is instantly slammed up into the atmosphere, being intercepted by the fusion, who kicks him through sky. Buu attempts using higher levels of Kaioken as he recovers and creates a massive pink ball.
In anger, the monster chucks the ball to the Earth. It crashes into the ground before stopping, slowly rising. Buu's eyes twitch, seeing the massive ball being lifted up with one hand by the fusion.
He looks up at Buu. "Sorry. Is this yours? Let me return it." With one yell, he fires the pink ball back up at Buu, propelling it with a golden beam. The attack hits Buu higher into the outer atmosphere before it detonates. The explosion rocks the entire planet as 18 looks on in utter amazement.
She says softly to herself. "It was better as a surprise. . ."
The blast cleared as Buu stood, almost fully obliterated. He slowly began regenerating when the fusion suddenly appeared before him.
The fusion glared. "While the part of me that's 17 wants this to be fun, Trunks doesn't play with his food. Or in this case, gum." Buu growled at him. The fusion smirked. "And I know the perfect technique. Maybe it's Trunks' respect for those before him, or it's 17's own enthusiasm for an exciting end." The fusion cupped both hands to his side. "But Earth's top defender should always know its most cherished move."
A blue energy glowed from his hands, shining blue light wherever it could escape from the hands. Buu charged all his power into one attack. The fusion smiled. "Ka. . ."
The syllables seemed to reverberate through the sky in an echo, 18 clearly hearing them. "Me. . ."
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"Haaaaaa. . ." The Z fighters all anticipated the coming event.
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"Meeeeeeeeeee-" The fusion threw the blast forward. "HAAAAAAAAA!" The massive blue beam erupted out. Buu launched his own futile attack as the Kamehameha wave engulfed it. The blue energy took in Buu as his entire being was quickly wiped from existence.
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Trunks opened his eyes. He and 17 laid sprawled out on the ground in two small craters. 18 sat between them. "You're awake?" She asked as the Saiyan slowly sat up, shaking his head.
"Wha. . . what happened?" He asked groggily.
18 shrugged. "King Kai said your fusion's power ended up skyrocketing too high. The technique undid itself immediately after you killed Buu. Power overload." She looked at Trunks. "You remember it?"
Trunks rubbed his head. "Vaguely."
18 decided to poke the bear. "How was it? Being my half brother for a little bit."
Trunks grumbled. "creepy. . ."
They both looked over as 17 was staring into the sky. He had apparently been up much longer than Trunks. 18 asked. "How was it being a Saiyan?"
17 groaned. "Like I was a territorial ass with a giant ego."
Trunks chuckled at that. "Well, that's about the experience. Though, its not far off from your regular personality."
18 smirked. "He has a point." She fell onto her back, sore all over. The three laid back, recovering from what they just finished.
After what seemed like an hour, an aircraft was heard approaching. Trunks groaned. "And we have some explaining to do."
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"Mother calm down!" Trunks pleaded.
"CALM DOWN?! 'Oh, I'm Trunks. I'm a Super Saiyan Three and can handle any threat ever.' Oh, wait! No, you went off and got your arrogant Saiyan butt killed by a fat pink blob monster! Don't tell your mother to be calm!"
Trunks looked ashamed. "I'm sorry. I won't worry you like that again, okay?"
Bulma sighed, venting her frustration a moment. "You will. It's what Saiyans do." She looked at the two androids. "Are you both okay?" They both nod, enjoying the bashing Bulma was giving to the strongest person on the planet. "Good. . ." She smiled. "Now, lets go home and start a celebration. We have a long time to wait before we need the dragon to fix things, so might as well enjoy it."
Trunks sighed with relief and, unconsciously, moved to the twins to sit down. He looked at 17, who smirked, then to 18, who scowled at nothing in particular. "What's wrong with you?"
18 said with some frustration. "Debating whether or not to kill you for being stupid enough to die in the first place."
She walked over towards Bulma, leaving a confused Trunks with a smiling 17. Trunks looked at the brunette. "How is any of that my fault?"
17 chuckled. "Missing the point, man."
Trunks sighed, laying down on the aircraft floor. "I'll deal with that later. For now, I'm gonna sleep this off like a baaaaaaaad hangover."
17 looked at him curiously. "I highly doubt you've ever had alcohol."
Trunks smirked, quoting the android while mocking. "Missing the point."
17 chuckled. "Touche."
The group continued on in silence, giving themselves a rest for the first time in what felt like forever.
Next time on Dragon Ball Z.
Another time. A familiar face. Familiar faces. And a familiar hero. Next time, a reunion of eras and a clash of duo's. The final chapter of the History of Trunks. . .