"C'mon, Trunks, let's take this guy out! We can do it!" said Goten, standing with a smug grin.

Trunks slowly got into stance and looked at the man "Yeah, two Super Saiyans against this man should be nothing!"

Goten jumped toward the man and skidded between his legs. He quickly kicked off the wall and kicked him round the side of the head.

Trunks quickly came in with a powerful punch to the man's stomach then peformed an uppercut to his chin.

The man slowly looked down at Trunks and laughed "What was that?"

Trunks jumped back "What?"

Goten landed on the ground in a crouch and jumped into the air, powering up a lot of energy into his hands.
"Ka.. Meh… Ha.. Meh…"

Trunks slowly looked around, noticing the person had gone; he then looked up at Goten "LOOK OUT!"
The man appeared above Goten and kicked him in the spine. Goten slammed into the ground, rather badly hurt.

"Goten!" Trunks shouted, rather worried for his friends safety. He slowly looked up at the man and frowned.

"Humph.. I expected a challenge, at least..!" said the man with a smug grin, as he floated back to the ground.

Goten slowly coughed and stood to his feet "Be careful Trunks…" he coughed out "He's a lot stronger than he seems."

The man slowly looked at Goten and frowned "You can still stand?"

Goten smirked and stuck up his thumb at the man "It'll take more.. Than that to finish a son of a Saiyan..."

Trunks slowly smirked "He's right, you know!"

The man slowly frowned and held out a hand in front of himself, the palm facing toward Goten "I'll finish you with this blast!" he slowly powered up a little ball of red and black energy and pulled back his arm.

Goten slowly stepped back and got ready to guard the attack. The man quickly threw his hand forward and released the ball at Goten "This is the end!" he shouted, watching the ball fly at Goten.

Trunks quickly dived in front of Goten, taking the blast "AH!"

The man frowned in slight anger "A noble move…"

Goten quickly caught Trunks; stumble over from the damage he had previously taken.

Sirens went out throughout the street and the man looked at the pair on the ground "It appears it is your lucky day…" and with that, he disappeared.

Goten gently shook Trunks "Trunks.. Are you alright? Trunks!"

Trunks just lay in Goten's arms, as limp as a piece of string. He slowly pulled Trunks closer and started to talk to him "Come on, Trunks… You can take it, it wasn't enough to do you in…"

As the ambulance arrived Goten was still talking to Trunks, appearing to whisper the final sentence. He then looked at the paramedics, quickly calling them over.

"What happened?" asked the first, as the second knelt down next to Trunks, checking his eyes.

Goten didn't know what to say, and then looked at the dead body, coming up with the only thing that he could say. "Well… It was an explosion; it blew up that guy in the corner and seriously hurt my friend, who was standing too close when it happened."

The second paramedic slowly looked at Goten "What's your friend's name?"

Goten blinked shaking his head "It's Trunks, his name is Trunks."

The paramedic nodded and looked at him "Trunks, listen to me. You have been badly hurt and we have to take you to the hospital."

The first paramedic came back with a stretcher and the pair put him onto it.

Goten slowly looked at them "I'm coming, too. I want to make sure he's alright!"

The second paramedic nodded as he helped lift Trunks into the back "Sit with him in the back."
Goten nodded "Thanks" then jumped into the ambulance, taking a seat near Trunks.

The sirens echoed loudly as the ambulance parked outside the hospital. Goten jumped out and followed the paramedics as the rushed Trunks through the main doors, toward an emergency ward. On the way to the beds a doctor and a few nurses joined them, checking him out.

"Link him up to an oxygen tank and a heart monitor as soon as he's put on the bed in ward seven!" said the doctor as they went through another door.

Goten looked at Trunks again "C'mon… You have to make it.. You're stronger than this!"

"Three.. Two… One!"

The doctor and paramedics lifted Trunks from the stretcher and put him on the bed. The doctor nodded at the paramedics, to say that they could go. After they ran off back to the ambulance Goten looked at the doctor.

"Will he be alright?" Goten asked, rather concerned about his friend.

The doctor slowly checked the heart monitor that a nurse had hooked up to Trunks "We can't be sure right now, we have to check his condition.. We'll keep a close eye on his heart rate. I will be back momentarily. Please feel free to stay at his bedside for as long as you need."

Goten nodded "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor let of a little smile and walked off out the ward, to check on some medical history on Trunks before he prescribed any medication.

"Trunks…" said Goten, looking down at him "You're gonna make it, aren't you?"
Trunks' eyes flickered slightly and he weakly opened them "Wh-Where am I, Goten?"

Goten slowly sat at the edge of the bed "You're in hospital, paramedics turned up just after you got knocked to the ground, so they rushed you in instantly."

Trunks chuckled slightly, pulling the oxygen mask from his mouth so he could talk clearly "Yeah.. I guess saying that I've taken worse hits wouldn't be a smart thing to say."

Goten nodded in agreement "Too true, they would have rushed you into an x-ray or something.

Trunks slowly put the mask over his mouth again after saying "Can you tell my brother I'm in here? I was meant to see his new game today."
Goten slowly stood up and nodded "Sure, I'll tell your mum to come down, too."

Trunks nodded and closed his eyes, seeing only a figure of Goten walking out the ward.

"Hmmm… How will I say it?" Goten asked himself, opening the doors to the hospital "I guess I should just tell them as it was…"

Goten slowly looked around, making sure no one was watching, then jumped into the air. He floated for a couple of seconds before bursting off in a bright aura. The aura vanished as Goten landed outside the Briefs residence.

"Here we go…" said Goten letting of a nervous sigh, not sure how the information will be taken. He slowly rang the doorbell and awaited a reply.