Strata, Part 2, Trunks' Training...
Gohan's ki popped and he descended quickly to the white tiled floor below. Piccolo landed to his side. Goten and Trunks were actually quiet, and they both landed behind the green warrior. Dende walked slowly over to them. "Hi! Good to see you Gohan!" He shook Gohan's hand and looked up to Piccolo, the strongest warrior of his race. His thoughts dwelled on an old friend he once knew. He too was a warrior, a brave and kind one. Dende had trouble recalling what he looked like, but Nail's voice still echoed is his mind. Nail, as Dende recalled, was a big part of the fight against Frieza. He cringed at the thought of the purple monster, that lowly creature thought only of himself, (I should be glad that I am of a helpful race, and that I live with all these helpful people!)
"Hi Dende." Trunks and Goten spoke in unison; they pushed between Gohan and Piccolo and shook Dende's hand. "How've you been?" Goten spoke with a smile that was fit for a three-year old.
"I'm ok." Dende stood there for a moment, in a small shock at the immaturity of these young adults, "And how are you?"
Piccolo and Gohan looked at each other and nodded. Slowly both of them raised their hands and struck them down at the base of their necks. They both went limp. Gohan caught Goten, and Piccolo caught Trunks. Dende looked a little surprised, but understood their actions.
"Let's go!" Dende acted as if nothing had happened and turned and walked towards Mr. Popo standing near the entrance to the Room of Spirit and Time. Even though Dende had known Mr. Popo since he was wished to earth so many years ago, he still seemed distant and mysterious. Popo was just about the nicest person he'd ever known, next to Guru, and still something troubled him about Popo. His dark skin reminded him of space, a void in some way. Dende smiled to his cheerful assistant and walked past him and onto the long red carpet leading to their destination. As Dende passed him he thought of Nail again, then Piccolo, and finally the preceding Kami. (That must be it! He misses the old Kami! That would explain his weird moods! Well, if I knew someone for a few hundred years and then they disappeared I would be pretty depressed too...what took me so long to notice his behavior?) Dende's thoughts had somewhat changed about Popo, a few minutes ago he thought Popo didn't like him. Now, Dende felt sorry for him. He had been smiling for all these years, not saying anything of his problems.
"Dende, can we go in now?" Gohan's voice startled Dende, they had reached the room, and Dende had just been standing there, his head was down.
"Oh, yes! I wish you the best of luck!" Dende opened the doors and let the four in. He knew two would come out, he just hoped it was Piccolo and Gohan, they both knew Kami. Dende waited patiently, and was glad to see Piccolo come out, but not with Gohan. Trunks dragged behind the large green man. He closed the doors with his thoughts, and took Trunks out to the area in front of the large palace, set him down, and slapped him until he awoke.
"What'd ya do that for?" Trunks spoke, then opened his eyes and blinked a few times.
"You wouldn't shut up, so I made you shut up. Now we are going to train. Now." Piccolo never really appreciated Trunks, but Trunks understood that his father's partner killing Piccolo could have that effect. Still, he really wanted to knock out Piccolo. Trunks lifted him self off the ground and got into a battle stance, not even asking why they were here, he just wanted to whack Piccolo a few times, then he might ask. "You aren't to power up passed my level. This isn't strength training, but skill. Just wait 'till tomorrow, then you'll have a whole year to get beat on." Trunks' hair shifted a bit, then was engulfed with a white fire. He thought of what Piccolos power level felt like last, and stopped himself. "Ha, you can give me more credit than that!" Piccolo threw off his training weights and clenched his fists, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" His power level sky rocketed as his chest expanded with a loud thud, his feet breaking away the white tiles below. He lifted him self into the air, and continued to power up. Trunks wasn't shocked, their power levels were about the same...but Trunks could feel Piccolo's growing higher, and higher, far higher than he would ever expect from him. His power was starting to rival Goten, at full power. He was still getting stronger. Now it felt around that of Gohan's.
This was starting to scare him.
(Piccolo shouldn't be anywhere near that kind of power!) Trunks thought, and noticed a wide spread grin across Piccolo's face.
"I suggest you get stronger." The green mans body now appeared as white, his Ki sending shocks of power around him.
Trunks' hair flashed gold and he too yelled with power, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Trunks sounded like he was mocking Piccolo, in a strange way. (HE SHOULDN'T BE THIS STRONG!) Trunks' eyes turned a pale green, then into an odd opaque color. His power shot passed its normal limits. His body grew, and grew, his eyes turned back into light green, then closed them. "How much stronger?" Trunks knew his power was high, his voice was filled with an arrogant tone. He rested a cold stare upon Piccolo. The green man acted shocked, acted. Trunks disappeared and came behind Piccolo, only to be met with a fist. Then Piccolos power level dropped to about what Gotens would be.
"There is a reason why you need technique training..." Piccolo sighed, and dodged a few blows towards his head, his eyes remained closed.
"You shouldn't doubt my technique." Trunks said as he threw two punches at once directed towards his head, forcing Piccolo to block one, and kicked him a fraction of a second after he blocked. Piccolo braced himself for the blow to his head, but nothing happened. Trunks' foot was centimeters away from Piccolo's pointy ears. "You need to get stronger, old man" Piccolo smiled and spun upward, kicking Trunks in the chin, sending him flying skyward.
"You need to get smarter", Piccolo phased to a spot on the ground, and threw his leg behind him, nailing Trunks in just about the same spot on his chin. "IF you were smarter, then you would know that technique takes time, and strength training doesn't..." Piccolo spoke as he flew along with Trunks straight in the air, from below they might of looked like rockets of some sort.
"You just said all that technique stuff to win, am I right?" Trunks smiled as they passed through some clouds, light drips of water sizzling on his barrier of ki around him.
"Your smarter than I thought," Piccolo closed his eyes, grunted and shot up at a tremendously fast speed, even for Trunks that would be hard to attain that kind of agility.
"AAAAAHHHHH" The green man was barely visible to Trunks as he heard the scream before being hit by an unseen wave, not nearly enough to do him any harm but enough to make him stop and contemplate Piccolos intentions.
(This is strength training...I think that's what he meant, he isn't strong enough to do me any real harm though. Maybe he has a trick up his sleeve. He must think that he can overcome me with skill.) Trunks stared blankly at the sky above him. Piccolo was well into space by now if he was still going at that pace. Trunks tried to focus on Piccolo's ki, he strained his senses to locate his presence. He wasn't up there, (He could've flown to high, and isn't getting air. Or maybe the speed was getting to him.) Trunks knew this was a trick of Piccolo's, so he decided to wait it out on the earth, besides, there wasn't enough air up here for any battle to take place.
Trunks streaked down towards Dende's, his golden hair shimmering with power as he sped towards the small dot below. The dot grew and grew, Trunks hadn't really noticed how high they had actually gone, he could fall for a few minutes and he still wouldn't be near the ground, (Piccolo must've broke the sound barrier, that must have been what hit me, a sound wave.) Trunks had strayed off course in his absent minded thinking, (Piccolo is probably at Dende's all ready, and planing his attack.) His gold hair started to sway, not by wind, but of some other force. The air around the shimmering fire of Trunks' ki started to waver, clearly visible to anyone, and in a flash of power it all separated, pierced by Trunks' body. He hadn't gone very far off course, in fact he was almost there, but chances were that Piccolo would be there all ready. He still couldn't find the other warriors ki, "DAMMIT!" Trunks' anger started flowing rapidly throughout his body, his power started to rise, "WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" Trunks depended on his eyes very little, they were too easily deceived. But the ability he possessed to feel someone's presence was much more reliable, and now neither of those weren't helping at all.
In a matter of seconds he had reached his previous training ground with Piccolo, he hovered silently over the white ground below, expecting an attack any second now. But nothing happened.
Nothing.
He could feel Dende walking briskly around. Mr. Popo was fairly easy to find also. But where could Piccolo be? Maybe he had gone too high, or to fast. That would explain perfectly for not sensing where he was. He turned to the sky and took off, flying straight towards where Piccolo was last. Trunks hadn't taken his eyes off the white tiled ground, almost as if he expected something to change, anything, despite the fact that for a few minutes nothing had happened. He slowly craned his neck up, and sighed, he let his senses drop for a moment in relaxation. Parts of his body started to ache where Piccolo had landed hits on him. An itching feeling overcame his body, annoying at first, but quickly growing into burning pain. His skin was set aflame in a odd way. The pain wasn't even enough to give a second thought until he was slammed downwards, and the burning increased, more and more. He was being forced down and burnt at same time.
He knew what had happened.
In his moment of relaxation someone had attacked him with a tremendous force. Piccolo, he presumed, had been building an attack and hiding it somehow. Faster and faster he plummeted. The blast was still getting stronger, or he was getting weaker. He felt skin start to bubble away, entire inches at a time. Blood flew aimlessly out of his mouth, the blood soon vaporized in the intense heat. His eyes turned red, his vision was blotting out. He felt his hair singing, and his scalp going bald. His chest felt like it was being pried open by the heat. The ground was fast approaching, and if he let the blast hit the ground countless people would die, and he knew that his remaining power was keeping him alive, but he also knew that that power would save peoples lives.
Piccolo had gone too far.
He clenched his eyes, and gathered his ki and forced it into a ball around his hands. The heat grew greater, and then the pain disappeared. But still, the attack pushed him towards earth. His throat filled with blood, and with no air, he continued to power up his counter attack. If his attack reflected the other then he would almost certainly die. If the other attack exploded, then he would die, along with many others.
He had to give this all he had for his sake and the people that his father had fought so hard to protect before. He had to do this for his father, the pride of his family, and his heritage. And in an odd way he felt himself growing stronger, motivated in a way that he knew not. The ball grew immensely. He was stronger than he had ever been, his hair spiked and grew longer, shocks of electricity circled his growing muscles. And he let his growing attack absorb back into his body. Slowly Trunks spread his arms and grabbed the ball, his foot shot backwards and began to glow with a yellow energy. His foot struck the ball with a bang and sent it flying back into the air.
A huge smile spread across his face as he found Piccolo's ki, and felt him jump to a side of the enormous attack.
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Piccolo sat breathing heavily in the sky, completely spent of all energy, in amazement (He's passed Gohan. I think I did my job.). He turned around slowly, "Good job Trunks," Piccolo said in an assuring voice to Trunks who had in an instant reached him.
"Not too bad yourself." Trunks spoke in a shaky voice, blood smeared all over his body, he had no shirt now and shards of his pants remained.
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(149,643,278, not bad at all. I think I should take care of the weaklings first, and leave the leader for last.) Jenhuka thought as he dodged a stabbing claw of the most powerful alien he had ever encountered, outside his family, and after the attempted attack it left the huge monster stretched out, and vulnerable to attack. An error of someone of his caliber cannot go unpunished, Jen spun upwards and let his foot sink into the creatures stomach. And with a fetal grunt the alien shot away, "That should knock him out long enough to beat these little mutants." And with those words he began bloodshed anew.
In a dance like attack he spun behind one of the more powerful ones and struck his pointed hand through the back of the alien's neck and out the other side. As he withdrew his blood filthy hand from the corpse, he upper-cutted another, severing the head in one vicious punch. Another charged him, only to be impaled on a lightning fast foot through his stomach. Three on the ground were powering ki attacks, relatively large attacks for their power. His scouter read the three of them combined as 178,352,106. Far more powerful than Jen would've ever expected from these pitiful creatures, he went on plowing through creatures left and right, ignoring the potentially dangerous attack. Three would be dead before blood could escape the first. Jen struck areas that wouldn't seem to matter, areas that if healed in a regeneration chamber would heal to normal and it wouldn't do any damage, but he was killing them in those areas. To create the most pain possible before death. And out of the dozens and dozens that had attacked him around 15 remained.
The three on the ground had fused the attack into one, as he expected, and it was still getting stronger. 5 attacked him from above and using his mind froze their bodies. He opened one of their mouths and placed a small ki ball inside, he did the same to the other four. "If you move, the balls will explode, and you will be dead." The scouter translated, and after it was done he released them from his hold. One of them tried flying straight up, and just as Jen said, it exploded. A headless body fell towards the ground. The others tensed in fear. Jen started to laugh and phased in front of a shocked alien and created a sharp energy blade around his hand, and struck it from his right shoulder to left hip. Using the same move he took down 6 more. Four more including the ones on the ground, the other was the most powerful.
Jen turned his back to the ki ball on the ground, and as he expected they launched it at him. He sliced the attack with his bladed hand sending one half towards the four who couldn't move, and grabbing the other and hurling it right back at those on the ground. No time to move for them. The other four had already died.
"They were paralyzed and you still killed them." The last warrior spoke, fear controlled his desire to attack Jenhuka.
"I will let you join me, and I will guarantee your safety if you do." Jen spoke with a seductive voice, as if trying to persuade rather than terrify.
"Seems I have no other choice, do I?"
"You do, but it involves u dying on this planet with all these rotting corpses."
"I will join you." The alien bowed his head in gratitude, showing obviously doesn't care about honor at all.
"A true man would've fought me and lost. A true warrior would accept my offer and try to kill me when he is strong enough. I take it you are the warrior." Jen smiled, and flew slowly towards his ship, the alien closely followed.
"My name is Derasa, my lord." The alien spoke with respect, and not gratitude.
"I am Jenhuka if you didn't know that all ready." Jen spoke as he landed on the green grass next to his ship, no animals rustled, the calm before the storm in a way. "You will ride my ship, and destroy this planet. This isn't negotiable."
Derasa nodded...and followed Jen into the ship. With a slight rumble the ship lifted off the ground, with the door still wide open. Derasa flew out when they were high enough. His body flowed with a blue fire, and formed into a blue ball in front of him, his arms were spread out wide, and slammed them into the ball with a great force, the blue orb started slowly towards the green below, and grew wider as it declined. Derasa's eyes shot out a orange blast that sunk into the blue, causing it to rapidly grow, and sent it down faster. "I suggest we leave now." Derasa said, and showed no sign of fatigue after that rather large attack. Jen smiled and shut the door once Derasa was in, and took off in the same direction he was heading before this planet.
"We are going to capture a criminal, you will have to prove yourself in battle and defeat him before you will be allowed to train with me, understood?"
"Sir, yes sir."
"Good, now, lets see how your old planet is doing." Jen said as he tapped a green button, displaying the world they had just fled. It was a green color basically, only spots of blue were visible. A flash of yellow light circled the planet and it began to glow that same color yellow, a shield in a way, a yellow shield of death. But the shield didn't last long. It collapsed, eating away at the world itself. Taking no more than two seconds the yellow death had crushed the world into a ball no more than twenty feet in diameter, and exploded in a disrupting blast. All color inside where Jen and Derasa stood seemed to distort and change until everything was yellow, and yellow turned to white. When the brilliant light vanished, it appeared as thousands of comets were taking off into nowhere. Small pieces of the planet bounced off the ship, and flew harmlessly into oblivion, "Well done."
End-part two.
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Gohan's ki popped and he descended quickly to the white tiled floor below. Piccolo landed to his side. Goten and Trunks were actually quiet, and they both landed behind the green warrior. Dende walked slowly over to them. "Hi! Good to see you Gohan!" He shook Gohan's hand and looked up to Piccolo, the strongest warrior of his race. His thoughts dwelled on an old friend he once knew. He too was a warrior, a brave and kind one. Dende had trouble recalling what he looked like, but Nail's voice still echoed is his mind. Nail, as Dende recalled, was a big part of the fight against Frieza. He cringed at the thought of the purple monster, that lowly creature thought only of himself, (I should be glad that I am of a helpful race, and that I live with all these helpful people!)
"Hi Dende." Trunks and Goten spoke in unison; they pushed between Gohan and Piccolo and shook Dende's hand. "How've you been?" Goten spoke with a smile that was fit for a three-year old.
"I'm ok." Dende stood there for a moment, in a small shock at the immaturity of these young adults, "And how are you?"
Piccolo and Gohan looked at each other and nodded. Slowly both of them raised their hands and struck them down at the base of their necks. They both went limp. Gohan caught Goten, and Piccolo caught Trunks. Dende looked a little surprised, but understood their actions.
"Let's go!" Dende acted as if nothing had happened and turned and walked towards Mr. Popo standing near the entrance to the Room of Spirit and Time. Even though Dende had known Mr. Popo since he was wished to earth so many years ago, he still seemed distant and mysterious. Popo was just about the nicest person he'd ever known, next to Guru, and still something troubled him about Popo. His dark skin reminded him of space, a void in some way. Dende smiled to his cheerful assistant and walked past him and onto the long red carpet leading to their destination. As Dende passed him he thought of Nail again, then Piccolo, and finally the preceding Kami. (That must be it! He misses the old Kami! That would explain his weird moods! Well, if I knew someone for a few hundred years and then they disappeared I would be pretty depressed too...what took me so long to notice his behavior?) Dende's thoughts had somewhat changed about Popo, a few minutes ago he thought Popo didn't like him. Now, Dende felt sorry for him. He had been smiling for all these years, not saying anything of his problems.
"Dende, can we go in now?" Gohan's voice startled Dende, they had reached the room, and Dende had just been standing there, his head was down.
"Oh, yes! I wish you the best of luck!" Dende opened the doors and let the four in. He knew two would come out, he just hoped it was Piccolo and Gohan, they both knew Kami. Dende waited patiently, and was glad to see Piccolo come out, but not with Gohan. Trunks dragged behind the large green man. He closed the doors with his thoughts, and took Trunks out to the area in front of the large palace, set him down, and slapped him until he awoke.
"What'd ya do that for?" Trunks spoke, then opened his eyes and blinked a few times.
"You wouldn't shut up, so I made you shut up. Now we are going to train. Now." Piccolo never really appreciated Trunks, but Trunks understood that his father's partner killing Piccolo could have that effect. Still, he really wanted to knock out Piccolo. Trunks lifted him self off the ground and got into a battle stance, not even asking why they were here, he just wanted to whack Piccolo a few times, then he might ask. "You aren't to power up passed my level. This isn't strength training, but skill. Just wait 'till tomorrow, then you'll have a whole year to get beat on." Trunks' hair shifted a bit, then was engulfed with a white fire. He thought of what Piccolos power level felt like last, and stopped himself. "Ha, you can give me more credit than that!" Piccolo threw off his training weights and clenched his fists, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" His power level sky rocketed as his chest expanded with a loud thud, his feet breaking away the white tiles below. He lifted him self into the air, and continued to power up. Trunks wasn't shocked, their power levels were about the same...but Trunks could feel Piccolo's growing higher, and higher, far higher than he would ever expect from him. His power was starting to rival Goten, at full power. He was still getting stronger. Now it felt around that of Gohan's.
This was starting to scare him.
(Piccolo shouldn't be anywhere near that kind of power!) Trunks thought, and noticed a wide spread grin across Piccolo's face.
"I suggest you get stronger." The green mans body now appeared as white, his Ki sending shocks of power around him.
Trunks' hair flashed gold and he too yelled with power, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Trunks sounded like he was mocking Piccolo, in a strange way. (HE SHOULDN'T BE THIS STRONG!) Trunks' eyes turned a pale green, then into an odd opaque color. His power shot passed its normal limits. His body grew, and grew, his eyes turned back into light green, then closed them. "How much stronger?" Trunks knew his power was high, his voice was filled with an arrogant tone. He rested a cold stare upon Piccolo. The green man acted shocked, acted. Trunks disappeared and came behind Piccolo, only to be met with a fist. Then Piccolos power level dropped to about what Gotens would be.
"There is a reason why you need technique training..." Piccolo sighed, and dodged a few blows towards his head, his eyes remained closed.
"You shouldn't doubt my technique." Trunks said as he threw two punches at once directed towards his head, forcing Piccolo to block one, and kicked him a fraction of a second after he blocked. Piccolo braced himself for the blow to his head, but nothing happened. Trunks' foot was centimeters away from Piccolo's pointy ears. "You need to get stronger, old man" Piccolo smiled and spun upward, kicking Trunks in the chin, sending him flying skyward.
"You need to get smarter", Piccolo phased to a spot on the ground, and threw his leg behind him, nailing Trunks in just about the same spot on his chin. "IF you were smarter, then you would know that technique takes time, and strength training doesn't..." Piccolo spoke as he flew along with Trunks straight in the air, from below they might of looked like rockets of some sort.
"You just said all that technique stuff to win, am I right?" Trunks smiled as they passed through some clouds, light drips of water sizzling on his barrier of ki around him.
"Your smarter than I thought," Piccolo closed his eyes, grunted and shot up at a tremendously fast speed, even for Trunks that would be hard to attain that kind of agility.
"AAAAAHHHHH" The green man was barely visible to Trunks as he heard the scream before being hit by an unseen wave, not nearly enough to do him any harm but enough to make him stop and contemplate Piccolos intentions.
(This is strength training...I think that's what he meant, he isn't strong enough to do me any real harm though. Maybe he has a trick up his sleeve. He must think that he can overcome me with skill.) Trunks stared blankly at the sky above him. Piccolo was well into space by now if he was still going at that pace. Trunks tried to focus on Piccolo's ki, he strained his senses to locate his presence. He wasn't up there, (He could've flown to high, and isn't getting air. Or maybe the speed was getting to him.) Trunks knew this was a trick of Piccolo's, so he decided to wait it out on the earth, besides, there wasn't enough air up here for any battle to take place.
Trunks streaked down towards Dende's, his golden hair shimmering with power as he sped towards the small dot below. The dot grew and grew, Trunks hadn't really noticed how high they had actually gone, he could fall for a few minutes and he still wouldn't be near the ground, (Piccolo must've broke the sound barrier, that must have been what hit me, a sound wave.) Trunks had strayed off course in his absent minded thinking, (Piccolo is probably at Dende's all ready, and planing his attack.) His gold hair started to sway, not by wind, but of some other force. The air around the shimmering fire of Trunks' ki started to waver, clearly visible to anyone, and in a flash of power it all separated, pierced by Trunks' body. He hadn't gone very far off course, in fact he was almost there, but chances were that Piccolo would be there all ready. He still couldn't find the other warriors ki, "DAMMIT!" Trunks' anger started flowing rapidly throughout his body, his power started to rise, "WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" Trunks depended on his eyes very little, they were too easily deceived. But the ability he possessed to feel someone's presence was much more reliable, and now neither of those weren't helping at all.
In a matter of seconds he had reached his previous training ground with Piccolo, he hovered silently over the white ground below, expecting an attack any second now. But nothing happened.
Nothing.
He could feel Dende walking briskly around. Mr. Popo was fairly easy to find also. But where could Piccolo be? Maybe he had gone too high, or to fast. That would explain perfectly for not sensing where he was. He turned to the sky and took off, flying straight towards where Piccolo was last. Trunks hadn't taken his eyes off the white tiled ground, almost as if he expected something to change, anything, despite the fact that for a few minutes nothing had happened. He slowly craned his neck up, and sighed, he let his senses drop for a moment in relaxation. Parts of his body started to ache where Piccolo had landed hits on him. An itching feeling overcame his body, annoying at first, but quickly growing into burning pain. His skin was set aflame in a odd way. The pain wasn't even enough to give a second thought until he was slammed downwards, and the burning increased, more and more. He was being forced down and burnt at same time.
He knew what had happened.
In his moment of relaxation someone had attacked him with a tremendous force. Piccolo, he presumed, had been building an attack and hiding it somehow. Faster and faster he plummeted. The blast was still getting stronger, or he was getting weaker. He felt skin start to bubble away, entire inches at a time. Blood flew aimlessly out of his mouth, the blood soon vaporized in the intense heat. His eyes turned red, his vision was blotting out. He felt his hair singing, and his scalp going bald. His chest felt like it was being pried open by the heat. The ground was fast approaching, and if he let the blast hit the ground countless people would die, and he knew that his remaining power was keeping him alive, but he also knew that that power would save peoples lives.
Piccolo had gone too far.
He clenched his eyes, and gathered his ki and forced it into a ball around his hands. The heat grew greater, and then the pain disappeared. But still, the attack pushed him towards earth. His throat filled with blood, and with no air, he continued to power up his counter attack. If his attack reflected the other then he would almost certainly die. If the other attack exploded, then he would die, along with many others.
He had to give this all he had for his sake and the people that his father had fought so hard to protect before. He had to do this for his father, the pride of his family, and his heritage. And in an odd way he felt himself growing stronger, motivated in a way that he knew not. The ball grew immensely. He was stronger than he had ever been, his hair spiked and grew longer, shocks of electricity circled his growing muscles. And he let his growing attack absorb back into his body. Slowly Trunks spread his arms and grabbed the ball, his foot shot backwards and began to glow with a yellow energy. His foot struck the ball with a bang and sent it flying back into the air.
A huge smile spread across his face as he found Piccolo's ki, and felt him jump to a side of the enormous attack.
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Piccolo sat breathing heavily in the sky, completely spent of all energy, in amazement (He's passed Gohan. I think I did my job.). He turned around slowly, "Good job Trunks," Piccolo said in an assuring voice to Trunks who had in an instant reached him.
"Not too bad yourself." Trunks spoke in a shaky voice, blood smeared all over his body, he had no shirt now and shards of his pants remained.
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(149,643,278, not bad at all. I think I should take care of the weaklings first, and leave the leader for last.) Jenhuka thought as he dodged a stabbing claw of the most powerful alien he had ever encountered, outside his family, and after the attempted attack it left the huge monster stretched out, and vulnerable to attack. An error of someone of his caliber cannot go unpunished, Jen spun upwards and let his foot sink into the creatures stomach. And with a fetal grunt the alien shot away, "That should knock him out long enough to beat these little mutants." And with those words he began bloodshed anew.
In a dance like attack he spun behind one of the more powerful ones and struck his pointed hand through the back of the alien's neck and out the other side. As he withdrew his blood filthy hand from the corpse, he upper-cutted another, severing the head in one vicious punch. Another charged him, only to be impaled on a lightning fast foot through his stomach. Three on the ground were powering ki attacks, relatively large attacks for their power. His scouter read the three of them combined as 178,352,106. Far more powerful than Jen would've ever expected from these pitiful creatures, he went on plowing through creatures left and right, ignoring the potentially dangerous attack. Three would be dead before blood could escape the first. Jen struck areas that wouldn't seem to matter, areas that if healed in a regeneration chamber would heal to normal and it wouldn't do any damage, but he was killing them in those areas. To create the most pain possible before death. And out of the dozens and dozens that had attacked him around 15 remained.
The three on the ground had fused the attack into one, as he expected, and it was still getting stronger. 5 attacked him from above and using his mind froze their bodies. He opened one of their mouths and placed a small ki ball inside, he did the same to the other four. "If you move, the balls will explode, and you will be dead." The scouter translated, and after it was done he released them from his hold. One of them tried flying straight up, and just as Jen said, it exploded. A headless body fell towards the ground. The others tensed in fear. Jen started to laugh and phased in front of a shocked alien and created a sharp energy blade around his hand, and struck it from his right shoulder to left hip. Using the same move he took down 6 more. Four more including the ones on the ground, the other was the most powerful.
Jen turned his back to the ki ball on the ground, and as he expected they launched it at him. He sliced the attack with his bladed hand sending one half towards the four who couldn't move, and grabbing the other and hurling it right back at those on the ground. No time to move for them. The other four had already died.
"They were paralyzed and you still killed them." The last warrior spoke, fear controlled his desire to attack Jenhuka.
"I will let you join me, and I will guarantee your safety if you do." Jen spoke with a seductive voice, as if trying to persuade rather than terrify.
"Seems I have no other choice, do I?"
"You do, but it involves u dying on this planet with all these rotting corpses."
"I will join you." The alien bowed his head in gratitude, showing obviously doesn't care about honor at all.
"A true man would've fought me and lost. A true warrior would accept my offer and try to kill me when he is strong enough. I take it you are the warrior." Jen smiled, and flew slowly towards his ship, the alien closely followed.
"My name is Derasa, my lord." The alien spoke with respect, and not gratitude.
"I am Jenhuka if you didn't know that all ready." Jen spoke as he landed on the green grass next to his ship, no animals rustled, the calm before the storm in a way. "You will ride my ship, and destroy this planet. This isn't negotiable."
Derasa nodded...and followed Jen into the ship. With a slight rumble the ship lifted off the ground, with the door still wide open. Derasa flew out when they were high enough. His body flowed with a blue fire, and formed into a blue ball in front of him, his arms were spread out wide, and slammed them into the ball with a great force, the blue orb started slowly towards the green below, and grew wider as it declined. Derasa's eyes shot out a orange blast that sunk into the blue, causing it to rapidly grow, and sent it down faster. "I suggest we leave now." Derasa said, and showed no sign of fatigue after that rather large attack. Jen smiled and shut the door once Derasa was in, and took off in the same direction he was heading before this planet.
"We are going to capture a criminal, you will have to prove yourself in battle and defeat him before you will be allowed to train with me, understood?"
"Sir, yes sir."
"Good, now, lets see how your old planet is doing." Jen said as he tapped a green button, displaying the world they had just fled. It was a green color basically, only spots of blue were visible. A flash of yellow light circled the planet and it began to glow that same color yellow, a shield in a way, a yellow shield of death. But the shield didn't last long. It collapsed, eating away at the world itself. Taking no more than two seconds the yellow death had crushed the world into a ball no more than twenty feet in diameter, and exploded in a disrupting blast. All color inside where Jen and Derasa stood seemed to distort and change until everything was yellow, and yellow turned to white. When the brilliant light vanished, it appeared as thousands of comets were taking off into nowhere. Small pieces of the planet bounced off the ship, and flew harmlessly into oblivion, "Well done."
End-part two.
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