Piccolo smiled from the ground, his cape swaying in the wind. He just wished that Shadeth had a face, because he would've loved to see the look on it. For all he had put them through…killing Goten, and seriously injuring all of the others. Piccolo hated all five Muk-jins. And now, with all of them combined into one, he was able to focus his hate into one place.
Back up in the air, Shadeth looked taken aback.
"You…another Ginyu? But you look--"
"Enough," replied the newly arrived warrior. "Don't waste your time pondering who I am, or what you think I am. You are five in one. Five, mislead, disgusting, heartless aliens put into one body. I actually pity you."
"B-But…who are you?" asked Shadeth nervously. The man was about the same size of all the "Ginyu" members he had previously battled. His hair was entirely lavender, and stood up on end. He was wearing a vest that just covered his shoulders, and it was colored orange and green. His body was built like a chiseled statue; all of the right muscles in all of the right places, not bulging but not wimpy either. He donned black pants and boots of the same color.
"You can call me Trohan. I am the fused entity of Trunks and Gohan. It may seem like a strange name, but you'll learn to accept it in the next hour or so. Actually, you may learn to worship it," explained Trohan calmly. There was no expression on his face, just like Shadeth.
"I don't care what your name is. Do you think you will stop me? Have you seen what each of us can do individually? Why are you so different?" asked Shadeth. Trohan's eyes squinted, and he stared an invisible hole into Shadeth's forehead.
"Because…I am not powered by strength, like the others. My power does not lie in training, but lies in the anger that lives inside me. An anger fueled by death."
Shadeth slowly floated up to Trohan. He looked him over, shaking his head the whole way. He then began to laugh. Where it was coming from, no one could tell, but it was indeed a cackle of epic proportions.
Trohan looked with a blank stare as Shadeth continued making a fool of himself. He was becoming sick of the fool.
"Tell me Shadeth…do you enjoy making a fool of yourself?"
Shadeth stopped dead.
His laughing ceased and he began to grunt.
"No one…mocks me…"
"Wow, that's weird, because I think I just did," said Trohan calmly. He was ready when the fist came for him. Even Piccolo's scream of alert was unnecessary, as Trohan caught Shadeth's right fist at incredible speed.
It seemed as if his left hand had disappeared from his side and reappeared in place for the merged Muk-jin's hand. As he caught it, the grunting ceased, and Shadeth powered all of his energy into his fist. He continued to push with all of his strength, but all Trohan could do was stare deep into him with his dark blue eyes; eyes that seemed to never close.
In a fraction of a second, Trohan twisted his body and took Shadeth's fist along with it. When he was back in normal position, Shadeth's fist has been twisted at a full 360-degree angle. It was plain to see that Shadeth's innards, whatever they consisted of, were greatly damaged in the left hand.
In other words, his wrist was completely demolished. Trohan let the arm fall, his eyes following it to the creature's side. It hung limp for a second, and Shadeth looked down at his wrist. Trohan could tell his face was distorted in agony, whether he had one or not.
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The dark boot touched the soft ground at the site where all of the Earth citizens were gathered. Mirai Trunks didn't really care if they saw him; this wasn't his timeline, not his Earth. He was becoming truly sick of it. He wanted to go back to his time, where he could rebuild the land, and where he could go back to his old normal friends. Back to where he could pretend he was a true human…a place where Saiya-jins didn't exist.
Trunks slowly trudged through the crowd, each step seeming to sink into the ground. He observed the people, who thought it so amazing that there was an enormous dome implanted into the ground. Trunks knew it was no dome, but actually the Lookout, the place where Dende and Mr. Popo lived. But it was no more. The civilians were almost right…it was a dome.
What shocked the people even more was the giant black man they had found dead near the site of the accident. He was strangely inhuman, and wore strange clothing, namely a turban and a vest. His body looked to have been crushed, probably from the fall.
Many said it was an alien attack, but Trunks knew they were all fools. He wished he could tell them all to be quiet. But it wouldn't be fair. It wasn't their fault that they were so naïve, so unable to comprehend that the world was changing around them, and that they wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the lavender-haired man rudely pushing his way through the crowd.
When Trunks finally arrived at the police line, he stepped over it politely, making sure not to break it. He trudged up to Mr. Popo's expired body, and picked it up.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing!?" screamed a cop from behind Trunks. He just looked at him with a stare that seemed to scare the man back. Trunks didn't need any of this.
He looked at Mr. Popo's whose eyes were closed. He looked to be calm, and on his face it seemed that he had formed a smile. Trunks took a large amount of energy and blew a decent-sized hole in the ground. He lowered Mr. Popo's body into it, and buried it up quickly.
"Good luck in the next world, Mr. Popo. I wish you the best," said Trunks solemnly. He looked around at the audience, and they all were looking at him strangely, wondering why the police would not intervene.
Ignoring their shouts once again, Trunks trudged over to the fallen Lookout. He touched it, producing a cold chill that ran up his arm. Without provocation, Trunks took both hands and lifted the entire Lookout over his head. He flew up into the air and dropped it on its bottom end, so it landed with the flat end facing up. Trunks landed on the top. It was a mess. The building that stood and housed the Room of Spirit & Time had been completely demolished; pieces of it had been driven into the floor of the Lookout. Some pieces of the walls had been driven into the floor so hard that they were almost irremovable.
And there it was. Lying in front of Trunks was simply a door. It was covered in rubble, but Trunks simply pushed it away. Even though it lay on the ground, Trunks opened it to reveal the white interior. He had nothing to lose. Trunks stepped in.
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Shadeth chuckled in Trohan's face, amidst the pain he was experiencing. Even Trohan looked confused, as he was almost certain that he had greatly damaged Shadeth's wrist, almost tearing it from his arm.
"You almost forget, stupid warrior. You may be strong, but I am Remeth, and Remeth is part of me. So I contain his healing powers. Fool."
Trohan looked down as Shadeth's hand untwisted and slowly began to take shape again. And before Trohan could say a word, the Muk-jin's hand had been fully healed and was ready for battle once again.
"I think I'd like to try out this hand once again…" muttered Shadeth, launching his left fist at Trohan once again. This time, instead of catching it, Trohan tilted his head to the right, dodging the blow by a fraction of an inch. Shadeth followed it up with a kick, and caught Trohan unsuspected. The blow entered deep into his stomach, twisting around his internal organs and putting a look of anguish on his face. Shadeth followed up with another punch to the chest, sending Trohan staggering back through the air. He then appeared behind the fused warrior and tried to chop him into unconsciousness, as all the others had gone down.
But Trohan knew this trick. He flipped in a total somersault as Shadeth attempted the chop, and Trohan stopped the black creatures hand with his foot, as he was suspended in the air upside down. In this state, Trohan screamed and his body turned golden, as well as his hair, which stood up on his head, changing it to gold. His eyebrows followed suit, and his eyes changed to a sea green. Trohan grabbed Shadeth's outstretched hand, and with all his strength, flung him at the ground.
Piccolo looked up to barely see the black figure spiraling down towards him. He smiled as Trohan fired a large blue blast at Shadeth, impacting him as he fell, and increasing his speed. Right before Shadeth exploded with impact on the ground, he stopped.
He was now standing on the ground. Piccolo's mouth was open in awe. The blue blast that Trohan had fired down was still in Shadeth's hands, so he flung it aside directly at Piccolo. Trohan's eyes widened above.
Piccolo put both hand across his chest, putting all of the effort in his body to block the blue blast. He knew that he couldn't die. If he did, any Z-Senshi who died would never be restored. The blast was right in front of Piccolo now…he knew his life could end…
"NOOOOO!!!!!" he screamed, fearing the inevitable.
But it stopped. Instead, Piccolo heard the sound of a man screaming in pain, as Trohan had taken the hit for Piccolo. The blast disappeared as it blew Trohan back, causing him to land right in front of Piccolo. Knowing he could help, Piccolo placed his hands on Trohan.
"You won't get this opportunity again! I'll heal you now, so make the most of it!" screamed Piccolo in Trohan's ear as he restored his body with his newly acquired healing powers, courtesy of Dende.
Piccolo smiled as he saw the warrior raise again, Trohan was more ready than ever. But before he resumed the battle, he turned to Piccolo.
"Piccolo…you are the most important being here. You must--"
"Trohan, I understand. I will go. And when I return, this monstrosity will be lying on the ground, dead from malicious wounds. Is that correct?" Piccolo asked. Trohan managed to smile.
"Yes it is, Piccolo. Your wish will be granted. Now go!" screamed Trohan. Piccolo nodded his head and formed a white aura around his body. He shot off into the distance without looking back. Trohan turned back to Shadeth.
"Enough with the sentiments…let's get the real battle started!" screamed Shadeth impatiently.
"Are you kidding me? That was only a warm-up!" challenged Trohan. Before Shadeth could answer, a roar erupted from the distance. Both heads shot to the east, arriving on the face of Oozaru Goku, who was slowly stomping towards them.
"You will have to wait, as you say your name…Trohan. I need to deal with that crazy ape first."
"What, are you scared Muk-jin? Scared that I can beat you?"
"Nonsense!" shot back Shadeth. "I just need to deal with him, and then I will destroy you as well, and end your Ginyu race for good."
And then Shadeth and Trohan felt another energy. It wasn't nearly as strong as either of them, but still confident in it's own way. They looked up from the ground, and above them, floating, was the Saiya-jin Prince, Vegeta. He had a usual sneer on his face. He was already in his Super Saiya-jin form, ready to use it at will.
"You just don't get it, do you Shadeth? The Ginyus are gone, and I'm glad to say I defeated one of them myself. But that's beside the point now; you're already bent on killing us, and there's no changing your mind. But I can do you one favor, you black bitch," said Vegeta arrogantly. He turned to Goku in his Golden Oozaru form.
"I have a bit of a score to settle with Kakarotto over there. You two continue your little battle, and I'll deal with the monkey. How does that sound?"
Shadeth cackled from the ground.
"Have fun with it, Ginyu. If you didn't see, one of us Muk-jin didn't stand up to the beast, so it would be utterly impossible for you to. But anyway, BAD LUCK!" bade Shadeth, laughing at Vegeta. Vegeta smiled.
"Yeah, and good luck with your opponent. I have a feeling he has a little surprise in store for you," said Vegeta, winking. He then flew off, leaving Shadeth dumbfounded. He didn't even notice Trohan standing a few feet away from him, powering up a Kamehameha Wave.
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As Goku stormed towards the two warriors, he saw another golden one racing for him. They were the same color, the color of the most valuable mineral on Earth. And he was a very valuable warrior at the moment, indeed.
Vegeta stopped in front of Goku, causing the giant Golden Oozaru to stop as well. He roared, blowing back Vegeta's high hair, and making his face cringe in disgust.
"Kakarotto, let me tell you honestly…" Vegeta sneered. "…you could use a breath mint."