Two nights later

Trunks paced back and forth before his floor-level bed in the cramped and poorly lit room, mind going over what he had been told by Dr. Gero recently. He had thought that Cell and he would fight together against Piccolo when the time came. Now he was to be replaced entirely, as Cell was sent back in time to become perfect and return to destroy the threat looming over earth.

And he, Trunks, would be sent out to his death in the mean time. If any damage at all could be dealt, it would likely be recovered or regenerated by the time Cell returned. The entire venture was pointless. It was just another means of exacting vengeance against his father for actions performed decades ago!

He considered, then, what his options were. Because he had no intention of dying futility after all these years of hard work! 'No, Cell is already over twice as powerful as Piccolo currently is. Combined with Kaioken he can mop the floor with him. If anyone should use the Time Machine it should be me; if for no other reason then to gain more time to train.' he thought with a hint of anger.

Pausing to sit down on the edge of his bed, he closed his eyes: both to calm himself to think clearer, and to recall some of the stories Yajirobe had told him as a small child of what his father used to be like before the incident that effectively rendered him Dr. Geros puppet.

"Vegetto was often brash an' sarcastic, doin' what he felt like. He didn't take orders like this from anyone, 'specially not a creep like Gero. Hell, he didn't even respect th' only god we got left watchin' over us!" Yajirobe had said to a then three year old Trunks over lunch.

"Those were th' good ol' days, kid. Back then, th' only threats ta earth coulda been crushed by yer dad." Yajirobe added in between bites. "Someday yer gonna surpass 'im, though. Yer jus' gonna need ta train harder than ever, but ya can do it."

"You were wrong, Yajirobe. I wasn't able to surpass dad. But maybe I can change that... maybe.." calmer and thinking clearer again something else occurred to him. "Maybe I can change it all..."

King Kai was now residing on Kaioshins planet on a semi-permanent basis, and though he rarely needed sleep or food as a kaio, his body was still mortal and was showing signs of massive strain. Kaioshins healing was having less of an effect every time, as nothing can compensate for a true rest.

In the little time he wasn't watching over earth and the going on's therein, King Kai was mentally sparring with Kaioshin and Guru in order to prepare his mind for the transference process. Body and mind were constantly strained, but how can you argue with the god of the universe? Especially when a threat that killed that god once already could someday grow powerful enough to hunt him, and all life in the universe, to an end?

So King Kai endured the strain and pressure. He ignored his fatigue and watched. Several feet away Guru reappeared from his hunt through the Supreme Kais teleportation method. It was vital that the nearly ancient-restored-to-youth namekian be able to return to earth long enough to grab Trunks and bring him to the planet.

Kaioshin had slightly revised his original plan in this time, and so they were to meet face to face now. It would still require King Kai to transfer the memories correctly, for not even Kaioshin had enough mental discipline for that task to ensure all would go accordingly.

After wards Kaioshin himself would deposit Trunks in the Room of Spirit and Time to gain control over his newly unlocked potential, and if there was one thing the Supreme Kai had learned about Saiyans, it was that their emotions were a very, very driving force.

Yes, he would be disoriented and confused, but when he realized he was effectively trapped, he would also grow angry. Or he would grow calm and focused enough. Either way had seen Super Saiyans arise in millennium past, though anger succeeded more often.

"Very good. I believe you have enough of the skill down to succeed, Guru." Kaioshin called over to him. Panting from the process of teleporting ten times in half an hour and using up most of his ki in the process as the technique stole his energy to keep performing it, the namekian managed to materialize a small chair in a similar likeness to the throne inside his hunt nearby, he sat down.

Kaioshin approached him and raised his hands. A low white energy washed over Guru and his ki was restored. Being dead, Kaioshin could do this two or three times as much as when he was living, the same to his teleports, without becoming overly fatigued.

Before either of them could say anything King Kais slightly raspy voice broke the air. "Son Trunks has made up his mind. He is preparing to steal the Time Machine and set off for the past. He intends to warn his father about the attack ahead of time, and gain knowledge of when Piccolo himself descended on Dr. Geros android laboratory so he can prevent Vegetto from ever becoming a cyborg himself."

Kaioshins eyes narrowed. "Than he would endanger all that we hope to accomplish. Not even the Dai Kaioshin dared tamper with the timeline without foreknowledge of events. If Son Trunks changes the wrong events of the past, we may never meet here. He can not be allowed to succeed."

Turning his attention back to Guru, Kaioshin motioned for him to stand at King Kais right shoulder, while standing at the left.

Trunks sword crashed into Super 13s hand. "I don't intend to destroy you, so get out of my way!" he ordered. The machine silently unleashed another Super Explosive Wave, but before Trunks could hope to dodge something with three times as much power crashed into his back, sending his sword flying out of his grip and him soaring past the machine end over end to break the doors leading ahead off their joints.

His body kept pushing the iron doors for seventy feet as the energy beam at his back burned flesh from bone, and the hiss it released nearly erased his scream of pain. He had forgotten what this level of agony could do. Finally the doors smashed into a wall and the sudden lack of forward momentum triggered the detonation.

Or it would have, had Dr. Geros form not suddenly appeared at Trunks side with his left palm out and sucking the ki away from the attack. An expression of unreserved, burning fury stretched his face in a snarl. "Do you understand how close you came to destroying all hope for the future, you worthless, sickening, demonic child!?" he rasped out in a voice so angered it was almost a whisper, belaying the underlying tones of promised agony ahead.

Trunks himself had slid down the wall to lay on his stomach as blood seeped out from the visibly blackened muscles and scorched bone revealed along his shoulders and running down his spine to his tail, which had likewise been burned enough to turn the fur along it to ash and scald the flesh beneath.

Silently tears rolled down his clenched shut eyes and his teeth ground against one another, holding the former scream he had at first allowed to escape deep within his chest even as it struggled to be freed again.

It escaped as Dr. Gero drove one foot down into his back and crushed several muscles. Within seconds his voice echoed off the walls and than vanished from the human audio range. He was a centimeter from losing consciousness, with everything but his own pain being blocked out. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, and right now he couldn't be heard either.

All that existed was the pain and the anger it brought with it. Then he felt Dr. Geros foot twist. Something in him snapped. Some mental barrier was yet again overcome. A blazing red and white aura burst into life around his form as his pupils vanished, muscles bulging out, and his hair rose up on end with a faint redish hue entering it.

One hand reached up from behind his back with with inhuman speeds and wrapped itself around Dr. Geros ankle, gripping it tightly, and when it was unable to tear the offending object free of his body, a sharper tinge of red entered the aura and the grip suddenly crushed the metal inward.

Drawing the remains free and throwing them aside, Trunks legs shot up one after the other and kicked him in the lower back with enough force to send him into the wall and leave a dent of his body behind. Slowly the enraged demi-saiyan lowered each leg back to the ground and pushed his feet beneath his body, rising up to a hunched over stance.

Blood drizzled down from his wounds, but he gave it no heed as he shot forward to grab the machine by the back of the neck. He pressed his mouth close to Dr. Geros ear and through clenched hissed out "Your... reign.. is.. OVVVVVEEEEEERRRR!!" once again overcome by his wrath what little control he had a moment before was again gone and his other hand drove it self into Dr. Geros skull to penetrate the glass dome surrounding his brain.

He seized up and a moment later grew slack in Trunks hands, but the demi-saiyan didn't care. He fed energy directly through his limbs to his hands and without calling it out, unleashed his Burning Attack from the palms.

He was yanked off of Dr. Gero by one hand wrapped around his spine, which in turn allowed his attack to flare in a wider range and turn the man-machine into a pile of red-hot liquefying slag. Super 13 threw Trunks back-down off the machines creator, where he smashed into the only device in the falling apart room that truly mattered; the Time Machine.

A sickening crack echoed off the walls as Trunks spine cracked open only eight vertabrae and allowed the inner marrow to seep out. That, truly, was enough to send him over the edge into unconsciousness with a roar. He slumped forward towards the floor when a green skinned figure appeared for an instant, pressing one hand to the demi-saiyan and one to the Time Machines capsulize button.

All three vanished just as quickly as the first appeared, even as Super 13 approached with the intent to avenge his fallen creator.

Guru, Trunks, and the now capsulized Time Machine reappeared before Kaioshin. Already a strange light and aura burned around the saiyans battered form as some degree of his inner potential was drawn out. The Supreme Kai shook his head. "The form is on the right track... yet he still lacks control and the power to fully transform." raising both hands over the demi-saiyan, a white glow was awash over his form and when it faded, all wounds were gone -- though he did not awaken, and the previous aura and light had faded.

Kaioshin motioned King Kai closer and pressed a hand to his shoulder. "Focus us on his mind, preferably sub-conscious now that he is still resting." the Supreme Kai ordered. The kaio wearily did as told, and soon enough Kaioshin could see hundreds of mental images flashing by. He focused deeply on an area that did not feel full of memory already and soon enough found empty space.

Grimacing as he dredged up his own memories and focused them through the link with King Kai into Trunks mind, he pushed intently until the darkness there began filling in. This did come with some side effects, however. His body was spasming as information was forcibly written into his brain.

It took nearly three minutes to complete the procedure, and when that was done, another several to ensure the memories took and Trunks would have no long lasting effects or damage. Soon enough he was brought back to consciousness, and along that way his body had dropped out of the Pseudo-Super Saiyan state.

"Wha.. whats going.. on?" he asked brokenly, looking around himself slowly. Kaioshin smiled at him. "Hello, Son Trunks. My name is Kaioshin." before another word could be said he stepped forward and pressed one hand to the demi-saiyans shoulder. A moment later and they had gone. A few moments later and the Supreme Kai reappeared on his own. "Good luck, Son Trunks, for you will need it." he murmured to himself.

Trunks found himself alone in a massive white open space that pressed down on him heavily, while the air was thin and cold. Beside him was some kind of living area, and directly before him embedded in the ground was a thin dark odaichi that the figure he awoke to and that had placed him here had materialized from thin air.

It was made of the densest, more durable metal in the entire universe. And it was incredibly heavy, as he soon discovered. He couldn't even budge the damned thing in base! He soon learned he had to be in a five fold Kaioken minimum just to lift the blade up and barely swing it around.

But he would learn. Once he recovered and discovered the new memories, and so understood why he was here, he would learn. And his anger would soon help him focus.

A little over ten months later...

Trunks swung his sword upward, almost perfectly mimicking Kaioshins movements, and spun it around as though slashing Piccolo in half at the waist. Then he flipped it over to the other hand as he unleashed several ki bursts from the first hand at the ground, clouding up the enemies vision.

From there he left behind an after image and reappeared beside his enemy and drove the sword through the shoulders, straight through where the the bones would be and sending the tip out the other side. That would lock Piccolos arms from being able to move fully.

With that Trunks raised one hand to the air and focused intently. A blade of ki grew to life, erratic and constantly shifting on the edges, yet solid in the middle. He threw himself to the side as though dodging an attack and thrust the ki-blade at the skull.

If it hit, the effect should temporarily stun Piccolo if it wouldn't outright kill him, which would give Trunks enough time to draw his solid blade from the shoulders and slam it into the heart. For obvious reasons he was unable to attempt the motions completely, but he did what he could to train his body and mind to react in the correct patterns.

It was as he finished this last action, slightly sweating and yet not even out of breath yet, that a figure he knew very well showed up. Sometimes his invisible enemy was Piccolo; other times Dr. Gero, but on a fair occasion it was the Kaioshin standing before him.

"Very good, Son Trunks. You have honed your skills and learned from the memories I bestowed upon you splendidly! You are ready at last." Supreme Kai stated. Trunks eyed him warily, on guard. "What, ready to tackle Piccolo? Yeah, I'm ready for that. I'm just as ready to use the same technique against you! You let a few additional memories cross over there, those months ago." Trunks stated flatly.

"My whole life was nothing but a training regiment devised by you after learning my father was crippled. So you implanted the idea in Dr. Geros already twisted brain to bore dad an heir to evolve into the perfect fighting machine. Too bad things didn't quite work out as planned, huh? You could have put a little more effort into making my life pleasant!" Trunks tone had grown angry.

Here at last was the true figure responsible for all the pain and suffering he had gone through. Piccolo was a cause, but Kaioshin had issued the orders for his birth and done nothing to keep Dr. Gero from practically torturing him after wards.

Without quite intending it he flared over into the Pseudo-Super Saiyan state, which he had nearly mastered. He could call it to will nearly every time with focus on his darker emotions or memories, and sometimes it just occurred unconsciously.

Trunks took several deep breaths to try and calm himself again, however. If he attacked the Supreme Kai he may not be freed of this place, which he had explored thoroughly in his months here, and which had no escape for him.

Kaioshin frowned. "Your life was necessary to play out as it did, though I intend to make some corrections in due time." he stated. "I'm sure you do." Trunks murmured softly, but left it at that. "Come on. Get me out of here." he said aloud. Still frowning Kaioshin placed one hand to Trunks shoulder and teleported them back to his own planet.

Once they reappeared Trunks pulled himself away from Kaioshin, then twisted as his aura amplified in sharpness and slammed the blunt side of his sword to the side of Kaioshins skull. The Supreme Kai only had enough time for his eyes to widen a fraction before he was rendered unconscious and slumped to the ground.

Smiling slightly with a satisfied expression on his face, Trunks allowed his power to fade away and lowered it severely. He laughed at the look of open-mouthed, dumb-founded disbelief etched onto King Kais face. "I don't intend to harm him any further. He deserves more, even if it was all for some greater good, but right now I intend to take care of Piccolo." he said plainly.

Guru smiled thinly across at him. "I can sense you speak honestly, young saiyan. I can take you back to earth once more." he said. King Kai finally managed to speak again. "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?" he shouted in indignation.

Trunks glanced at him. "Do you realize what he did to me?" he shot back, before stabbing his blade to the ground and rolling Kaioshin over onto his back. Trunks began rummaging around in his outfit until he found the tiny capsule he sought. "Once I've taken care of Piccolo... I've got some corrections to make."

Guru and Trunks reappeared just outside of the Room of Spirit and Times former entrance. "Thank you for your assistance." he stated seriously. "You are welcome, Son Trunks. May you succeed in your endevour." Guru responded, then returned to Kaioshins planet again.

Trunks narrowed his eyes and focused, then began walking towards the room where Piccolos immense ki was rolling out of while raising his own slowly.

He found Piccolo waiting for him, the skeletons of the defeated hanging above the doorway as a stark reminder of what lay in wait for those who tried to resist him. The Demon King wore his predecessors outfit, with the cape and white weighted upper clothing that accompanied it, though no turban.

An aura of malice rolled off of him, while Trunks exuded confidence. Inwardly he was to some degree worried, anxious for what was to come, yet longing for the time when he didn't have to live with the fate he was dealt so long ago. "... And who do my enemies send against me, but an ant." Piccolo murmured lowly.

"An ant, you say. I heard Frieza likewise taunted his foes. Look at how he turned out." Trunks responded seriously. Piccolos eyes narrowed at the insult as he rose to his feet. With out a word a burst of ki shot from his hand, and in an instant Trunks amplified his power to match it, his sword being drawn and splitting the attack in twain before shooting his ki back down.

As the explosions rocked the area and left craters two levels deep in an inverted V on either side of him, Trunks lowered his sword. "Come on. You don't want to destroy your majestic palace, do you? I'd rather not have to repair it any further after I split your skull in two." he stated confidently, though inwardly he cringed. 'Why am I trying to make him angrier?' he thought.

Piccolo snarled and threw himself forward, bringing two fingers to his forehead for a second then throwing then back down at the unknown enemies heart as a spiraling beam of ki shot from them. Trunks brought his sword to bare again and this time channeled his ki through it, swinging it in an arc that split the Special Beam Cannon in half horizontally and caused it to detonate early. 'Thats why. Less focus, less clarity.'

Without waiting for the smoke cloud to clear Trunks shot backwards and narrowly avoiding a stretched limb punch. He continued out the doorway and watched as Piccolo stretched forward to reach him. With an instant of the ten fold Kaioken Trunks managed to throw himself aside and spinning, slashing through the edge of Piccolos left ribcage before the namekian could pull fully out of the way.

Purple blood spurted from the gash in the couple of seconds it took the wound to heal up. Trunks smirked. 'First blood.' That was a bit much for Piccolo to handle. He growled deep within his throat and vanished, reappearing with his own two fold Kaioken behind Trunks and slammed a spinning kick to the side of his skull.

Trunks world went black for a split second as his body lurched forward dangerously, and Piccolo took advantage of it to back hand Trunks straight up through the remaining floors up into open air, where his body lost momentum and crashed down, rolling nearly to the edge.

Piccolo shot up through the same hole to land several feet away. Trunks spat a mouthful of blood to the ground and pushed up to his feet. "So you finally resorted to Kaioken. Coward." he called over, wiping his mouth off on one sleeve. "Having to resort to techniques you stole from enemies.. figures." he added.

A twin pair of yellow beams shot from Piccolos eyes in response, piercing Trunks right shoulder. Rather than shout or scream in agony as expected, however, Trunks grit his teeth and focused on his power. No longer did he try to conceal it. He flared it to full base and accessed the strength he had learned to control... and the burning red and white aura came to life around his form.

His pupils faded away as a red tinge rushed through his hair, and beneath his clothing his muscles enlarged. His power shot through the roof, surpassing Piccolos own base yet falling short of his current kaioken. Piccolo watched with barely contained fury.

Whoever this foe was, he had been hiding his true strength. And that strength had surpassed his own, originally. A fact that was inexcusable. Raising both hands Piccolo threw out dozen after dozen of spheres of ki, until the sky around them was filled with them. "Now you die! Hellzone Grenade!" he shouted, clenching his fists shut. Every single sphere of ki descended on Trunks form, still on his hands and knees and holding onto his sword slightly.

"Kaioken.. times three!" Trunks murmured softly to himself as the aura intensified and his power shot ever higher, easily surpassing Piccolos. He moved so fast his afterimages held afterimages, as his sword drove itself to the hilt through Piccolos chest.

Several other blows landed across the namekians form before he realized he had been penetrated. To Trunks, the ki orbs rushing for him were going at less than half their previous speed, and he quickly raised both hands. "Burning Attack!" he shouted as what seemed like a literial firestorm of ki rose up, three bursts for every sphere.

Piccolos eyes took this information in just after he comprehended the damage to his body. He began to raise a hand to tear the sword free while he began to chant out another level of Kaioken. "Kaio--" was as far as he got before the energy blade pierced his skull from behind, separating the left and right halves of his brain nicely.

Blood erupted from the entry and exit points as Piccolos eyes clouded over and he found his concentration not only divided several times, but seemed to lose all control he held over his body. Trunks stepped around Piccolos form to stop before him, and kick his enemy over onto his back before letting the ki blade fade out.

It took longer then usual for the damage to repair, but once it did, Piccolos power rose instantly. Trunks realized the mistake he had made, but knew it was too late to do anything about it. Slowly the namekian rose to his feet, power flared dramatically.

"You..." he murmured barely above a whisper. "You..." he repeated, head slowly rising as the ground beneath his feet began cracking apart and rising into the air. "You will suffer a thousand years of hell for the damage you have done!!" Piccolo roared.

Trunks mentally yelled out the technique but before his power could rise fully Piccolos fist broke his lower jaw, turning the bone to dust with the force of ki rolling behind it. Trunks screamed in pain and his power level dipped back down, allowing Piccolos next two blows to meet with equal devastating damage, erasing his left shin and kneecap.

The demi-saiyan collapsed to the ground, mind-numbing agony racing through his body to his brain. Piccolo panted above him, barely in control of himself, restaining from delivering the final blow so as to let his foe suffer longer. He no longer noticed the blade hanging out of his back.

Through the haze of misery and beginnings of darkness, Trunks could see his life flashing before his eyes in monthly sections, rapidly closing in on the present. It was as such that the presence that delved into his mind found him. 'Arise, Son Trunks. Seal your foe.' Kaioshins voice commanded through King Kai.

Trunks was unable to notice or comply. It was impossible to heal at this distance, even with King Kais help. So Kaioshin did the only thing he could... and took direct possession of the body. With King Kai to block out the pain, and Kaioshin controlling it, Trunks raised his head to stare directly into his enemies eyes.

Burning, ni-uncontrollable wrath stared back into barely concealed righteous determination and fury. 'We can seal him, but the pain will return. Can you withstand it, Son Trunks?' Kaioshins voice asked. Trunks, shunted into the sub-consciousness of his mind, managed to return long enough to answer.

'I know pain. I live with pain. But that.. is beyond either of us.' once more Kaioshin returned. 'So be it.' suddenly Piccolos head snapped back and he raised both hands to it, clutching it in pain, as the agony from before rushing back into full awareness.

Kaioshin reeled from it within Trunks form, as Trunks himself did again when the pain forced Kaioshin into the sub-conscious mind again, and back and forth it went until they were both so consumed by it that for a time, each briefly melded together.

The blazing agony faded, not much, but enough. The combined mental resistance of Kaioshin and Trunks was able to endure without falter. Both of Trunks arms shot out before him as his voice rolled harshly from his tongue, shouting out the name of the technique, "Eternal Barrier!!" and slamming the palms together.

Piccolo, struggling against the mental assault of King Kai and Guru as well, was unable to do much more than try and throw himself out of the way. But the split second it took for him to gain enough control for such a move was all it took for the twin half-domes to form and slam shut around him. Just prior the two severed their links to his mind, and in the seconds after wards the pain faded from them as an all-but-exhausted King Kai once again blocked out the physical pain and cut the link Kaioshin was using to connect with Trunks.

Kaioshin found his mind being slammed back into his body so hard he was rocked off his feet, crashing to the ground with the most painful headache he had ever experienced. King Kai was laying face down in the grass, unable to survive the strains put onto him.

Even Guru was kneeling, eyes closed and a little blood leaking from his ears. Slowly Kaioshin pushed up to his feet wearily and approached, feeling the loss of ki and life from the lesser kaio. He paused and placed one hand to King Kais shoulder. "Your sacrifice has saved us all. Thank you, North Kaio." he murmured softly, and not just because it was respectful, but because he couldn't handle anything loud right now.

He approached Guru next and raised one hand, allowing the white healing glow to awash over his form. Guru did not rise, however. The darkness he had seen in the other namekians mind pained him mentally more so than physically.

"Please, arise, Guru. Son Trunks wounds must be seen to.. I can not heal him as it stands. You were the last I can handle today. Please, bring him to the human Yajirobe." Kaioshin asked quietly. Guru did not open his eyes, though he nodded his head, and after several seconds vanished.

Two hours later

Trunks, repaired from a senzu bean, and carrying the sword that now held Piccolos body and soul sealed within it, stood in the open cockpit of the Time Machine. His mother and Yajirobe stood near the bottom of it. "I'm going to fix all of this. The future shouldn't have turned out like this to begin with. Hopefully I won't have to see you guys again... because it would mean I succeeded if this future ceases to exist altogether." he said wearily.

He was equipped with everything he would need, and he just hoped he could arrive in time to fix things. Yajirobe had given him the remaining senzu as well as a gruff wish to succeed. His mother added her own hopes for his success, though she wasn't as happy about ceasing to exist.

Sliding the hood up over his head and sitting down, Trunks flipped the switch for the cockpit to close and started the engine. Soon enough he would be traveling a long, long time into the past... and hopefully, this time things would turn out right.

But in another part of the world, the sub-basement housing Cell, the machine clicked off at last. The dark skinned creature emerged from the capsule housing its form and took its first, unneeded breath of air. Hundreds of files waited for him. And very soon he would be emerging into the world and heading for a certain semi-ruined palace, finding himself emerging into a rarely known room, and encounter a Mr. Popo from another time...

Narrator: The Demon King Piccolo saga at last concludes! But is it a deadly mistake for Trunks to carry around a sword baring an immortal Piccolo? How will the Present Vegetto handle the story his Future son has spun for him? Will Present Piccolo survive? Keep on reading for a preview!!

Trunks finished his explanation. Vegetto opened his closed eyes, a new sense of weariness rolling over him. "You know you have endangered your very existence by telling me this." he stated. Trunks nodded his head. "Yes, I know that. But the future is more important than any single man... aside from you. You must unlock the power of a Super Saiyan! Its the only way you'll ever be able to meet Piccolo in equal combat. Not to mention any other threats that might arise in the near future."

Vegetto laughed lowly at that. "Kaioshin said Goku was on the path to becoming one. I don't believe it. Besides, my ten times Kaioken will be enough to surpass anything Piccolo can throw at me." he stated.

Trunks shook his head. "He's already around the level of ten times kaioken, in base form right now."

Power levels:

Original-timeline:

Piccolo/Demon King: 150'000'000(Recovered base), 350'000'000(Kaioken x2), 500'000'000(Kaioken x3), 750'000'000(Kaioken x4), 900'000'000(Kaioken x5), 150(sealed). Cymbal II: Dead. Drum II: Dead. Dr. Gero: 70'000'000(Full conversion+enhancements), dead. Vegetto: Dead. Super 13: 12'000'000(Rebuilt, design flaw). Teen Trunks(ages 13-14): 3'000'000(last chapter Base), 3'400'000(Zenkai/beginning chapter base), 51'000'000(Pseudo-Super Saiyan), 102'000'000(PSSJ+Kaioken), 10'000'000(potential unleashed base), 50'000'000(Kaioken x5), 12'000'000(O-Sword training), 4'000'000(lowered base), 24'000'000(Kaioken x2 at true base), 120'000'000(Kaioken x10), 180'000'000(PSSJ), 540'000'000(PSSJ+Kaioken x3), 720'000'000(PSSJ+Kaioken x4), 600'000'000(PSSJ+Kaioken x4, damaged), 12'000'000(damaged base end of chapter). Cell: 380'000'000(Inperfect). Yajirobe: 3000. Other Z-Fighters: All dead. Nail(Actual Namekian): Dead. Androids 16-21: All destroyed. Kaioshin(dead): 480'000'000. King Kai: 10'000, dead. Guru: 5'000'000.