Trunks suddenly shot forward and delivered a kick to Mirai's midsection. Before he could even catch his breath, he had already counter-attacked, grabbing Trunks by the chest. He started to squeeze.

"Aah!"

He wasn't squeezing for long. His younger counterpart, desperate to escape, had bitten him on the arm, and when Mirai had recoiled, managed to slip away.

"Well, well...looks like our father did teach you," said Mirai smiling.

"You're not too bad yourself."

"Thanks. And now, let's see if you can take this."

Mirai began to quickly move his arms in a very complex fashion; if Trunks hadn't known better, he would have sworn that his older counterpart's arms had moved through each other several times.

He ended the pattern by putting his thumbs and index fingers together, and pointing his palms at Trunks.

"Burning Attack!"

He fired a small but swift ball of energy right at Trunks. He jumped up to one side to avoid it.

And directly into Mirai, who had already reached there. He hit his younger counterpart straight in the head with interlocked fists, which sent Trunks straight into the arena wall onto the grass.

"Trunks is out of the ring...winner, MIRAI BRIEFS!" yelled the Announcer to the crowd that was roaring its approval.

The winner went to help up Trunks. "You OK?"

"I'm fine. What was that?"

"The Burning Attack. All the arm-waving makes it seem a lot more powerful than it really is. It's best used as a decoy. Freeza fell for it too, though I just sliced him up instead of knocking him out of the ring."

"You'll have to teach me that."

"Anytime, anytime. And when I win, I'll buy you some ice cream." He smiled.

"IF you win. And I'll hold you to that." He smiled as well.