After Goku's death Nafta decided to stay where they were for a day. He didn't day exactly why, he just 'had to do something'. The rest agreed.

He wanted to talk to Boomer and Ariadne. Trunks was send to the woods to catch something to eat. Boomer, Ariadne and Nafta sat around the camp fire.

"Where did you want to talk about, Nafta?" Nafta sighed deep. "I have been studying the facts…What happened last days. If it's going on like this, we will all die, soon. But I think there is a reason, a cause of all these events, why we are dying, and why my powers don't always work. First, before we met you two, My powers never worked, but I hoped that would change after we got through the portal. Now, they sometimes work, and sometimes they don't. I think there is an explanation. Something disturbed it without I noticed it. Now, I just wonder, what could the source be?" "Maybe some thing? A creature, or still that fortress?" "No, wait. I think I already know what's the cause." "What is it?" Boomer and Ariadne asked, at the same time. Nafta didn't say anything for a few seconds, he just watched the fire. "Nafta…?" "You two…" "WHAT?!!" Ariadne growled. "How dare you insu…" "Ariadne." Boomer interrupted her. "Why should we try to hide it?" He grinned. "Yes it is true. But your discovery came a little too late, huh?"

Nafta clenched his fists. "You are send by Seditiosus huh? To snatch the armor and the sword away. You are going to pay now." "That would be difficult. We are two powerfull ones, you know."

They all raised and prepared for a battle.

Trunks knew that something strange was going on when he was sent to the forest. He went back and hid. He overheard the whole conversation. He felt his blood boiling with anger. So they were responisble for all those deaths. Nafta raised put his hands on his temple. A red glow surrounded him. Boomer and Ariadne did the same. Trunks didn't get what they were doing. They weren't powering up. It had to be some kind of mind trick. They didn't even notice him. Trunks powered up and gathered energy around his hands. Boomer noticed that and turned around. "Nooo!" Nafta jumped right before Trunks and caught the blast Boomer fired. It didn't really harm him, the blast was too weak. Nafta returned fire. Ariadne just gestured and directed it away from them. "Getting desperate? You know you can't hurt a mort with such a simple attacks." Nafta smiled. The blast returned. Ariadne gestured again. This time, the blast DIDN't move away. It hit her. She screamed.

When the clouds of dust were gone, they saw she was still standing there, barely scratched. "Trunks, go away. You can't help, you'll only walk in my way." Nafta whispered. Trunks moved away, slowly. Nafta concetrated.  Trunks sneeked away behind some bushes. Nafta cursed softly. Normally, it would have been easy. These guys weren't so powerfull. But the energy was so twisted here, there was no balance, no structure. They seemed to be able to handle that, but he couldn't. He could feel himself paralyze. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't. Boomer started to beat him up, without he could resist it. He fell down. Boomer threw some fireballs at him. Nafta couldn't even scream. Trunks couldn't take it any longer. He leapt out his hiding place and kicked Boomer right in his stomach. He and Ariadne didn't notice him in time to do anything about it. Trunks continued the beating. Ariadne concentrated on him. Trunks felt a feeling like an explosion inside him. He yelled and grabbed his stomach. Boomer laughed at him. He suddenly stopped and grabbed his throat. His face became pale, and after that blue. He fell on his knees, made some incoherent sounds and dropped on the ground, dead. "That's one" Nafta said, grinning. "You always have to keep an eye on me when you are fighting me." Ariadne yelled. Some tears rolled over her face. "BOOOOMER!" She grabbed Trunks. "If you dare to do something, He will pay for that!" Nafta smirked. Trunks noticed he looked more like his father now. "Do you think so? Try." Trunks almost paniced. What was Nafta up to? At that moment, he could feel some kind of strange, new energy, filling his body. Right after that, he felt the explosion inside him again. He resisted. He had learned a little about the Mort tricks, please let it work now. The pain stopped. Ariadne growled. Nafta laughed loud.. "You called yourself a powerfull one? Hahaha, that's a joke! Even a kid can beat you. Trunks, finish the job, would you, we have much more to do today." Trunks kicked behind him. He heard her screaming. Bulls eye. She was loosing her grip. Nafta kicked her back. She lost it. A quick blast finished her.

"Wow. I thought we were going to die in this." "Nah. It just took a little time for me to find out how the energy works in this place. I gave something to you too." "I could feel it." Nafta sighed deep. "Ready to go for the last part? We still have to find the sword." Trunks nodded and sighed too. He was thinking about all the others who had died in here. And the dragon couldn't even resurrect most of them because he had done that before already! He couldn't believe they would be really gone now.

Nafta and Trunks searched for the portal. It didn't re appear where they had stepped in the environment.

They walked, made a camp when it was getting late, without saying a word. They had a lot of things on their mind. Trunks couldn't sleep. There had happened too much, and he had to kill his own mother. He felt guilty. 

Nafta looked at the campfire while Trunks was sleeping. He felt guilty for killing Vegeta. It was family! He knew also Trunks felt guilty, for killing his own mother. They both didn't had a choice, but still...And what would be waiting for them if they traveled further? More monsters? More dangers? Boomer and Ariadne had caused the most of the despair they had to go through, but their deaths didn't mean that it was all  safe now. He sighed deep. They only needed the sword now. And than, get out like hell...The sooner the better.

Trunks woke up. He yawned. "Let's go and get the sword. We must get out this doomed place as quick as possible." Trunks nodded. "Do you know a way out here?" "No. I guess if we walk around and keep looking, we'll find one."

Trunks and Nafta spent the whole day walking and flying around in the house and the forest, but they found nothing. Nafta tried to find a portal in his way, by looking for strange energy peaks, but also those attempts failed. When the sun set, they reached the mountains. Nafta found a cave, near a mountain top, and sat down there. Trunks had gathered some wood during their search to make a camp fire. He lit it with a very small blast. He lied down, and was wondering what he should do if all this was over. His mother and father were gone; he was an orphan. It hurt again when he realized that.

The smell of smoke woke him up from his thoughts. It wasn't the campfire. The whole cavern was filled with thick clouds of black smoke. He coughed and wanted to walk out for fresh air. Nafta stopped him. "We'd better find the source!" He dragged Trunks with him. Trunks couldn't even see anymore. When he opened his eyes they filled with tears, so he had to close them. He guessed nafta had his own way to look through the smoke.

The smell of smoke disappeared. Trunks slowly opened his eyes. The clouds were gone. Nafta was looking around him. They were standing in a huge room now. Close to him, there were giant rocks, a pillar, strangely formed. Trunks touched them. They were warm, and didn't feel like stone. Some rumbeling came from above. Trunks looked, but there wasn't enough light to see the source of that noise. It rumbeled again. Nafta could hear it were words. "Who is here." Trunks heard it too. Who was the one who spoke? He looked around, nervous. The pillar next to him moved. Now he saw it was a giant claw of a reptile. The next moment there was bright light, so Nafta and Trunks could see the whole room. It was enormous indeed. The walls were more than a hundred meters high, and there were treasures lying around. Giant heaps of gold, diamonds, golden statues, beautiful armors, made of gold, silver and diamonds. But the most astonishing thing was the dragon, standing in the middle of the room. He was at least as big as the dragon of the dragonballs. He was completely black. The pillar Trunks was standing next to, was his leg. The dragon reached to the top of the room, and he breathed smoke, that filled the roof.

Nafta was also very impressed. It took several seconds before he could answer the question. "I am Nafta." "I see you have the armor." "Yes." "And you are looking for the sword." "Yes, I am." Slowly, a smile curled around the dragon's lips. "I am impressed by your courage, and your inner strength. Of you both. Nobody has ever managed to come so deap into my fortress." "So, this is your fortress?" "Yes. I made it to lock the armor and the sword away, and to guard them, so Chandor couldn't reach them. When he would attack again, trying to bring chaos into the universe, The sword and the armor would find its new master, to slay Chandor. And you have proven worthly to bring them to the outside world. But I must warn you; this doesn't automaticly mean you're the new master. The sword and armor will let the master know when they have reached him." "How?" "You'll see." "But I still miss the sword." "Look between my feet. The stone." Nafta saw the rock. It didn't look special. "Touch it." Nafta did. It started to glow, reshaped, and turned into a sword. Nafta picked it up. It looked beautiful. The color of the blade changed when he moved it, like a rainbow. "Now, beware, I'll bring you back where you came from."

Nafta slowly disappeared. Trunks yelled. "What about me?" At that moment, he noticed his legs dissolved too. He closed his eyes.

He opened them when Nafta tapped on his head. He was back in the first room of the fortress, with all the egyptian like drawings. And not just he and Nafta! Also the rest of their troop was back, alive, and uncursed! He heard the voice of the dragon rumble; "The fortress was a test. I don't kill innocent people." Bulma hugged Trunks, he laughed.

Nafta smiled too when Cheva pushed his nose in his neck. 

Everybody was glad when they discovered nothing had happened to earth during their abcense.

Nafta tried to put the harnass on. It pit perfectly, but nothing special happened. He was dissapointed. He wasn't the one who had to destroy Chandor. He let Amon, Sedus, and everybody of the Z-gang take the sword, but still, nothing happened. The one had to be someone else.

Days passed without anything special happening. Some other morts did come, and took the sword in their hands, but they still didn't find its master.

Vegeta didn't care. He made jokes about the sword and the stone, a thing Nafta didn't get until Trunk explained him the legend of Arthur.

There was an inscription on the blade, but it was a riddle nobody understood.

'He is devided from his beginning. When he will be reborn, I will sing.'