The Sorrow of Love:
Everything can go so wrong
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Chapter Two-Battle for supremacy
The bowl of Crunchy Bears cereal was thrown into another dimension with the blast, where it hit an unsuspecting HFIL administrator. The energy wave continued on to fling the table back into the kitchen wall, where both disintegrated. The kitchen could take some power, as it was specially designed to do so, but it had been decimated within a matter of seconds. Most of the large house was blown away to kami-knows-where, and he wind blew the androids back to the far wall of the house. After recovering from the shock, they both stuck fighting poses.
Trunks' anger was not something to be reckoned with. At that moment, at that very time, nothing in the galaxy could measure up to his frustration. He never felt anything like it. Not even when his mentor and best friend died-another product of the androids. Gohan was one of the last people in the fight. He was in the fight nonetheless. He himself expected to die, but he would do while defending people, standing up for as long as he could. He still had a fighting chance. Bulma didn't. She didn't even know about it. Instant and clean. She hadn't wanted to fight. Like so many thousands of others... possibly millions. She had wanted the hell to end, like any person of the time. The life of another was so unnecessarily cut.
The fight itself was surprisingly even, for Trunks did have new power that had never manifested itself before, but never would he have gotten the time to adjust to it, and fight accordingly. His moves were close to the ones he made at every other attempt to defeat the androids. They were defensive, and weren't accustomed to lashing out, fighting. The number of enemies was important also, but not so significant that it overwhelmed Trunks. Needless to say, nothing could get through his defensive barricade. They eventually fought their way into a coalmine. One of the Ki blasts went wide and hit a coal vein.
The resulting explosion tumultuous. Almost instantly, Trunks was surrounded by a fiery, orange glow.
'This is what hell feels like' thought Trunks. All of it is burning pain, misery. The androids had an advantage now. Small fires by no means could hurt a Saiyan, but when everything around them is burning at an incredibly high heat, they begin to flag. He suspected Seventeen or Eighteen might've engineered this.
Trunks was getting sleepy. The extreme heat was getting to his head. He was about to go unconscious. His moves slowed down, and the androids delivered their crushing blows. His fevered mind thought Eighteen's blows were intentionally softer, and he was sure he saw pity in the androids face. Those thoughts were wiped in a moment as Eighteen delivered a devastating kick.
Seventeen punched him in the face and kicked him into the wall. The burning, searing pain in his back woke him up effectively, but it did nothing, as the pain put him in danger of blacking out again.
Trunks made a decision on impulse. With what remaining energy he had, he shot straight up through the ceiling of rock, fire, and coal. 30 feet of rock, fire and coal, his head plowed through and he was free. He paused and gathered some energy for a brief time. He flew towards home at a speed faster than he could handle. And the wind beat at his blood-soaked face and penetrated into his capillaries. His mind pounded with one thought.
'Get away... get far away... Seventeen behind... get away,' Oddly enough his mind excluded any thoughts about Eighteen and he realized it. His home was destroyed. And it was his fault. He couldn't control himself… he was tense. He disrespected Gohan by throwing away his lessons right there and then. The shame he felt upon himself was the last emotion that was running through his mind as he fell into the trees.
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A/N: So the first and second chapters are short… They will get longer, I promise that! So how's THAT for development? OK, so I didn't develop much of anything, but still... That was my sad attempt at a cliffhanger. Tell me what you think! I also decided to update on Sundays on Wednesdays, even though it seems like not many people are reviewing. It's probably a problem of not reading... Oh well. The even sadder part about the reviews is that one of them is from a friend... whose screen name I stole on AOL for a while.