Finally, Trunks finished Kold. Now they were both gone. The changeling race was extinct. Well, that's what he and his audience thought, at least. Nobody knew that Kold had two sons. Nobody knew that Coola was still alive.
But it didn't stop at Coola....

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About a mile away from the overwhelmed crowd, a woman stood on a cliff, looking ahead. A small girl stood at her side, also looking ahead. They'd seen the whole thing. Just stood and watched it in silence. All the time, their faces had been expressionless, and they hadn't move an inch. The woman looked down at the girl, and finally spoke. "He was your father." she told her.
"I know." the girl replied. "Why else would you not try to take me away from such a sight?" she stood in silence for a few more seconds, and spoke again. "He was not a human." "After all that I've taught you, are you saying that races matter?" the woman asked. The girl, still not raising her head to look at her mother, shook her head.
"No. It doesn't matter."

The woman crouched down, and her daughter turned her head to look her in the eye, awaiting her question.
"Now, you shall never meet your father. What do you feel now? And what will you do?" her mother asked.
"I know no word to describe exactly what I'm feeling. But I won't do anything but wait. You are wrong, mother. I will meet him someday. We both will." the child replied.
"You are wise." her mother said. "Come, let's go." with that, she rose up, and took her child's hand. The two of them walked away from the scene.