Chapter Three: Ever for You
She landed gently on the ground outside of the latest scene of destruction. She looked around, and the devastation gave her strength. It was as if a thousand souls were cheering her on, willing their own strength into her, urging her to embrace her fate and avenge their needless deaths.
She walked towards Them; They were standing in the center of the city, laughing as they slaughtered the civilians one by one, forcing the humans to watch their loved ones die before their very faces.
She walked until she was only fifty feet away, and gazed at her Angels. There were three of them, tall and resplendent. All had long black hair, darker than a raven's wing. Their skin was iridescently pale, and seemed to glow from within. They were beautiful and terrible at the same time, golden eyes full of hatred. She began raising her ki, dragging their attention away from their terrible game, and to her.
They had begun laughing when they saw her. Cynically she had to agree that she must look rather ridiculous, a tiny human girl attempting to face down her three Angels.
Somehow she found the courage to speak, swallowing her fear and shedding the icy bonds that had been shackling her since Trunks had died.
"My Angels, I do not know who you are, or why you are here. By your words, your presence here is my fault. So be it. I have come to scour away my sin in your blood."
She dropped into a fighting stance, drawing her sword in a fluid motion.
Her Angels had thrown back their heads and laughed, the haunting sound chilled her all over again, but she strengthened her resolve.
They had approached then, lithe forms flowing over the ground like liquid death. The first had hit her like a tidal wave, hitting her with all the force and fury of a Hellfire. She had fought desperately, meeting every punch and kick with two of her own. Her blood pounded through her veins, and her world narrowed till it encompassed only her, her Angels, and her memory of Trunks.
I will fight, and I will die. But I will take Them with me.
*
Trunks had listened as Gohan told his story.
He felt so ashamed, felt as if he was nothing but a coward. Now he was faced by the man he most admired, who was telling him about the pain he had faced. The scars that were buried deep. And yet when Trunks had first arrived, he had been sitting arm in arm with the girl he loved, laughing. He had been faced with pain and grew.
Trunks had been faced with less pain and ran.
He was determined to redeem himself for his sensei, though he knew Gohan held nothing against him. They had sat silently after Gohan's story, simply thinking their separate, yet similar thoughts.
Finally Trunks had stood, walked back over to his Time Machine. He nodded towards Gohan, and his sensei nodded back, standing a few paces away. Trunks climbed back into the Hope, and pushed in the coordinates for his home.
For his Jade.