1A/N: Wow… not many reviews… musta done something wrong with THAT chapter.

A/N: For sake of my sanity, yours, and getting this story finished within a reasonable amount of time, I'm seriously going to start picking up the pace. So if things seem rushed, sorry, but I've already exceeded 100k words and I've still got 2 and a half universes to do. I plan on having this tournament done and the story moving well beyond by the end of the next chapter.

Response to Reviews:

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Chapter 15: Overwhelming

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"Trunks, you ready?" Gohan asked his friend as the two of them walked down the hallway.

"Of course Gohan. I'm always ready." He replied. "This will be a breeze."

Gohan shook his head in amusement, "I suppose that's true, but remember, this isn't a martial arts tournament so the majority of your capabilities are not allowed." Gohan said.

"Yes, I know. My greatest difficulty won't be defeating my opponents, it'll be restraining myself."

The two continued on in silence until they reached a T-intersection. There was a large door there with several guards standing at attention on either side.

"Well Gohan, this is where we part ways. I'll be sure not to disappoint you." He said wryly.

"Yeah, just don't get yourself disqualified by accident and Trunks, good luck."

"Thanks Gohan." Trunks said as he disappeared through the door.

Gohan smiled to himself as he turned to head towards the stands. Gohan truly pitied anyone who was matched up against Trunks. Trunks didn't need finesse to win any of these matches. All he needed was to use his power to strengthen his body so much that the opponent's weapons were virtually useless against him.

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--oo-O-oo--

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Several hours later…

Gohan whistles appreciatively, "Wow, some of these fighters are awesome." Gohan said in wonderment.

"Yes, the best from around the world come here to fight one another. If you are looking for the best, this is where you will find them." Emerald said with a smile.

All of them were sitting near each other in the stands, except Trunks for obvious reasons.

"Hmph, they're nothing special." Vegeta said. There was no way he was amazed by what was going on down in the arena, nope, wasn't going to happen. He didn't care that he could never match their level of expertise, it didn't matter that, with enchanted weapons, they could hand his ass to him, none of that matter, or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

"Sure Vegeta, we all know you're just as amazed as we are." Karreth said with a laugh as she messed Vegeta's hair up, or tried to but it simply sprung back into its original position afterwards.

To be honest she was kind of jealous. She wished she could move with even half the grace and style that those below managed to do with ease. Most people think of fights between swordsman as simply hack and slash but that was far from the truth. Only beginners and those trying to show off try to 'hack and slash'. True swords masters thought of their sword as a mere extension of their arms. It was quite easy to spot the best when they fought because of the way they moved. They put new meaning into 'dance of death' wielding weapons capable of rending life within seconds with such grace and precision that when two great fighters fought the way they wove around each other rivalled even the most intricate of dances. But more than that, it was the techniques. Just like there were martial arts techniques, there were also techniques for each kind of weapon. But like martial arts techniques, knowing them isn't enough, knowing when to use them was just as important.

"I always loved to watch these matches when I was younger." Sapphire said enthusiastically. "The way they move and the sounds their swords make as they ring against each other draws me in and I imagine that they were two great heroes's battling it out for the love of a maiden." Sapphire beamed a smile at Gohan who smiled back. "I used to dream that I was the maiden that they fought for and that the winner would someday come sweep me off my feet and protect me from all evil. I used to think that, but not anymore, especially since a true hero has come to rescue me." She looked at Gohan with a smile.

Karreth glowered at Gohan as he blushed under Sapphire's gaze, somehow blaming him for the words she said. Gohan and Sapphire had spent a lot of time together over the past week, more so than with anyone else and it was making Karreth suspicious. The only thing that comforted her was that she was better than Sapphire so if Gohan were to choose anyone to mate with, it would be her, not a frail elf.

There was a loud clang and a sword flew threw the air to stick into the ground several meters from its owner. A moment later there was a shout of pain followed by a gurgling sound as blood gushed forth from the disarmed competitor. His opponent ripped his sword from his chest before wiping it clean and replacing it into its sheath. That was one thing about the weapon fights; they usually ended much more violent and much bloodier than the others due to the fact that you must kill your competitor to continue on. That's not to say they stay dead, the gods make sure they are brought back to life moments after death, but the principle is still there.

"That's it for that match folks!" The announcer said. The god that had taken over the position of announcer during the martial arts tournament had been replaced with the regular announcer for the swordsmanship matches. The announcer this time was actually a she, a former champion of the tournament herself and unlike her counterpart that did the martial arts tournament she wasn't hormone driven, well, except during a certain week but let's not go there. "We've had a large influx of beginners here at this tournament and while it's nice to see fresh faces it's always great to see old veterans come back. Give a hand for these two excellent competitors."

A large roar of approval arose from the crowd. The two competitors bowed to the crowed and waved before they both left the arena, talking cordially with each other. They may have been opponents only moments before but they didn't take the fight off the field with them, the sign of a true master, one who cares more about the fight itself than the victory.

As the crowd died down the announcer went on. "Now, let's have the next two competitors come out!" Out from the shadows of the entrances came Trunks and his opponent. "Ah yes, here we go, more new comers to this tournament. The first is of them is 28 year old Iouri Hynai who hails from the human capital Sheanon. The son of a noble and he's trained under whom some consider the greatest sword's master of all time, Zaknafein. He specializes in a long, slightly curved blade, a katana I believe it's called. We'll soon see if he's inherited his master's legacy or if his spoiled upbringing has hampered his skill."

"Don't you worry! I will prove to everyone that I am the best!" Iouri said as he quickly strode forward confidently so that he would be slightly ahead of his opponent. Trunks shook his head and didn't change his steady pace; he wasn't going to act childish.

"His opponent is Trunks Brief's, I don't know why he was given such a weird name, but quite frankly his looks more than make up for it. If I wasn't already married I'd have considered him as a possible suitor." The announcer said. "But enough about that, he's one of the guests that the gods invited to our world to take part in this tournament, let's see how he shall do. His compatriots did surprisingly well, will he surprise us as well and show as much, if not more, promise?" There were many cat calls and whistles as various females from around the stadium tried to get his attention. The announcer heard this and grinned wickedly. "Oh, did I forget to mention that he's not only good looking, but single, AND a prince? My, what a combination, and from what I've heard, quite the gentleman."

Trunks suddenly felt exceedingly uncomfortable as countless female eyes began to size him up. He felt very much like a piece of prime sirloin steak that had been cooked to perfection and was being eyed by thousands of ravenous animals. Needless to say it was rather nerve wracking. He was sure if the shield wasn't in place there'd be a horde of woman throwing themselves at him.

Finally he reached the center of the arena and was facing the furious eyes of his opponent. Iouri obviously wasn't used to NOT being the center of attention.

"Now that I've sufficiently embarrassed Trunks let the match BEGIN!" The announcer yelled.

"Prince or not, I'm going to ruin that pretty face of yours and show everyone who the better man is." Iouri snarled.

Trunks blinked in surprise, "That makes little sense…" Trunks started but had to end short as Iouri shot towards him. He quickly dodged to the side a long blade sliced down where he had been only moments before.

"Impatient aren't we." Trunks said as he began to dodge Iouri's wild and uncoordinated attacks.

"SHUT UP!" Iouri yelled as he swung wildly again. Trunks dodged once more only to be met by the blade of a much shorter weapon. With a quick burst of energy he reacted faster than anyone thought possible as he quickly dropped to the ground, whipped his sword of his back and around to knock not only the dagger away but the oncoming katana as well. There was a strange metallic sound as the weapons met but Trunks paid it no heed. Another quick burst of energy and he was landing several feet away from Iouri glaring at him.

"That was a cheap tactic." Trunks said.

"Whatever gets the job done." Iouri said with a grin. "But now that I have a feel for your speed, you're finished."

Trunks blinked in surprise. "Right…" He said slowly, trying to figure out if Iouri was mentally stable or not.

Iouri shot forward once more. Trunks barely managed to raise his sword to block the attack and dodge out of the way of the dagger. Iouri's speed had improved drastically. The two weaved around each other for several minutes with Iouri on the offensive the entire time. It was all Trunks could do to keep the blades away from his skin, as it was his clothing kept getting nicked and he was half afraid if it went on for much longer he'd be as naked as Karreth was a week prior. Normally that wouldn't be problematic, but with all the fan girls in the stands staring at him it could cause a riot.

Trunks sighed a moment before he dodged two wild swings and teleported across to the far side of the arena. Iouri quickly turned and smirked at Trunks. "What's the matter prince? Out of your league?"

Trunks shook his head, "No, that's not it. I just figured I might as well end this now. I can't learn anything from you. Your attacks are so un-coordinated that trying to get tips from your fighting style would be pointless." He said nonchalantly. "That and I don't feel like getting my clothing cut up anymore."

"Bullshit, you're all bravado, once I pull out my full strength I'll have you down in seconds!" Iouri bragged to Trunks, only he wasn't listening.

A huge sonic boom echoed through the arena as a bright yellow light momentarily blinded the fans. When everyone could see again Trunks had undergone the same transformations as the other three saiyans that fought in the arena. Gasps of surprise and recognition rippled through the crowd. The few that had witnessed the martial arts tournaments recognized the transformations and those that had witnessed Vegeta's last match recognized him.

"The first level is all I need to defeat a pathetic weakling like you." Trunks said with his voice now deeper and darker.

Iouri shivered in fear. Right before his eyes Trunks had transformed from a weakling to a terrible tyrant of unimaginable powers. The fact that Trunks was concentrating his presence almost entirely on Iouri may have had something to do with that feeling but Iouri didn't need to know that.

Trunks appeared in front of Iouri, faster than anyone could follow save Gohan. With a yelp of surprise Iouri jumped backwards as he wildly swung his sword at Trunks. With frightening ease Trunks catches the blade in his hand causing everyone's eyes to widen in surprise. With a yell Iouri lunged at Trunks, his dagger extended. A loud crack was heard as the blade of the dagger snapped at the hilt and shot back into Iouri's shoulder.

With a yell of pain Iouri released his grip on the sword and jumped away holding his wounded shoulder. "W-w-what the hell are you?!" Iouri yelled, fear edging every word.

"You have no right to know." Trunks said as he crushed the sword in his grip. Explosions rippled outwards from the weapon as the enchantments on the sword collapsed and detonated. "You are not worth my time." And a moment later it was over. Iouri collapsed to the floor of the arena as Trunks ripped his sword from the forehead of his falling opponent.

A second later a powerful cleric appeared beside the fallen form of Iouri and began casting a powerful resurrection spell. Trunks simply turned and walked away, sheathing his sword in the process. As he dropped from his super saiyan state he smiled and waved to the crowd.

"AND TRUNKS IS THE WINNER!" The announcer screamed. "What a fight, just when you think someone can't get any more handsome they show you up! Trunks had better watch his back or he'll find himself buried in females!"

There wasn't much of an applause, but that didn't really bother Trunks. What bothered him was why. All the girls were too busy staring at him and having little hearts dancing from their eyes while the guys glared at him with great jealously. At about this time Trunks really began contemplating whether he should drop out or if it was already too late. He honestly didn't know what it was that the girls saw in him. He never got this reaction anywhere else.

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--OO-o-OO--

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Elsewhere… very far elsewhere… so far elsewhere it's a no where near here type elsewhere… … … ok I'll get on with it…

"Oh Kibitoshin… oh yes… almost there… just a little further…" A voice yelled.

"Yes… yes… YES! I'm almost going to…" A male voice cried.

… What the fuck… What the hell are they doing? Fuckers going behind my back like this and doing whatever the hell they please… and… this is so NOT where I wanted to be…

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--OO-o-OO--

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Elsewhere… the real elsewhere…

"Sai! Sai!" A young voice yelled as it raced through dimly lit halls of the underground complex. The complex 'officially' belonged to no one, but that did not mean it wasn't occupied. In fact it was used as the headquarters of a rather shady group that dealt in various commodities that most upstanding citizens wouldn't even dream of acknowledging, well not aloud anyways. The truth of the matter was that it was fairly well known, in fact there were few that didn't know about it, or got use from it in one form or another. 'Group' wasn't even a correct term for it, super corporation may have served as a better term with nearly a millions members spread across hundreds of worlds it was the biggest organization in the universe, only very few knew how big it truly was. Only a select few people were privy to just how far the influence of the organization reached, or how powerful it truly was. The rest only knew that it existed upon the world they were stationed on and only had knowledge of the place where they worked at.

So with all that laid bear it was a pretty odd sight seeing a twelve year old child racing down the corridors like she didn't have a worry in the world darting around shadowy figures that wouldn't hesitate to grab her and either sell her, rape her, or eat her. The shadowy figures however just ignored the child it let it go along her merry way. Trifling with her was asking to kiss death on the lips and no one was quite ready to do that just yet. That and they were getting used to it now. It was starting to become a rather common occurrence and, although few would admit it, they would actually defend her should a situation arise that required such an action.

"Sai!" The girl yelled once again as she desperately searched for her friend. She had pressing business to attend to and it required Sai's immediate attention.

"Sa-!"

"I'm here, you can stop shouting now." Someone said as they stepped out from the shadows of the wall. One peculiar thing about the underground complex was the huge maze of tunnels. It seemed more like a maze than a complex. However most of the doors were invisible to those who didn't know they were there. It was from one of these virtually invisible doors that Sai stepped out from.

"Sai!" The girl cried out happily as she danced around the older person.

"Another emergency?" Sai asked in amusement.

"YES! Mother and Father are being mean!" She yelled and pouted at the same time.

Sai chuckled at this. "What is it you want this time?"

"I wanted that limited edition super teddy rabbit but they won't get it for me!" She whined.

Sai sighed and rubbed her forehead, "I should be used to this by now." She whispered to herself.

"Uh huh!" The little girl said happily, completely missing the mood.

"Alright, come on little one; let's get you that limited-edition super teddy rabbit." Sai said. It was virtually impossible to stay mad at the little girl for long; she had that effect on people. She also had a valid reason coming to her for this as opposed to getting it herself.

"I'm not 'little one'!" She cried out, kicking Sai in the shins. Sai barely felt it but the point was given. "I'm Elena!"

"Oh right, how forgetful of me." Sai replied.

"Yup! Now don't forget next time!" Elena said happily as she grabbed Sai's hand and began tugging her through the halls.

Sai looked down at the smiling child in amusement. It truly was hard to stay mad at her for any length of time. With long, luxurious golden hair that cascaded down her back and golden eyes she was truly a beautiful child. When one included her station in society she became virtually priceless and a much sought after commodity, hence the reason why she came to Sai to help get the teddy rabbit. Had she gone down the street by herself the moment she left view of her home she'd have been kidnapped. That being said there were very few that could successfully kidnap her, considering she's spent her entire life, from the moment she left the womb, training her body. It wasn't voluntary, but all royalty had to. After all, the guards couldn't follow you everywhere so the need to be able to protect oneself was ingrained into the children at birth.

Sai looked down at herself and shook her head sadly. She wouldn't amount to all that much, gifted with an exceptionally flat chest in comparison to everyone else few men would even give her a second glance. She was born from the lowest class of citizens so her blood was worthless and her tongue was sharp enough to dissuade the few that could see past those faults from having any kind of interest in her. As a side bonus girls were extremely friendly with her since there was very little chance she would ever be any kind of competition for the men. Being eighteen years of age she had just finished puberty so her chest would grow no larger, not that it had grown much from the day she entered that stage of her life. A sigh escaped her lips. There were only two things that she was gifted with: An exceptionally sharp and perceptive mind and a figure that most girls would die for. She may not have the breasts, but the rest of her body was damn near perfect. Too bad guys paid more attention to the chest than anything else. In fact, it seemed that was the only thing most guys looked at. Her body was exceptionally toned. She wasn't too muscular but one look at her and one knew they were dealing with a being of exceptional strength and power. This was exactly the case with her. She would never say it, she disliked braggarts, but she was one of the strongest females of her race, if not the strongest, although few knew it which was exactly how she wanted it to remain. With the kind of business she dealt with, being unknown was a serious advantage. After all, anonymity was the thing that kept most assassins alive. Fitting for someone with her line of work she wore a baggy, black sleeveless dress like garment that wrapped around her neck. Her entire back was completely exposed and the dress was cut so it covered only the front all the way down to mid thigh where it wrapped up around to cover her behind. A thick piece of white cloth was tied around her waist to keep the flap up material that covered her behind up. From mid-bicep to mid-hand on both arms were covered by two pieces of skin tight cloth that were made out of the same material as her dress. Her black hair was cut short except for two long braids that wound their way down past her shoulders. Her eyes held two globes of darkness that seemed to suck the light from wherever it may appear. Her only weapon, a kodachi, was strapped across the small of her back.

Sai was drawn from her musings as she and Elena exited the underground complex and entered a small, wooded area near the center of the city. Small parks, like the one they were in now, dotted the world. It was considered a great get away point for many people, considering that the planet was divided into two sections. The metropolis where people lived, worked and shopped and the industrial section, where the products that were sold in the metropolis were created. This was anything from breeding and raising animals to growing crops to well things like limited edition super teddy rabbits.

The pair soon left the small park and entered a busy street. Vehicles shot past overhead at super sonic speeds. Despite these speeds crashes were rare, the reaction times and sight of most races in this universe were so sharp that they could react within a fraction of a millisecond, and the vehicles were sensitive enough to be able to respond instantly to their users wishes.

"YAY!" Elena shouted ecstatically. "We're close to the Shadan Mall, the biggest mall on the planet. The limited edition super rabbit will definitely be there!"

Sai smiled at Elena, "Well then, we better go before they're all sold out. If it's a limited edition it would mean there are only a few produced and sold."

Elena's eyes widened in horror. "NO! I NEED one!" She yelled out and raced through the crowd towards the mall. Sai laughed softly as she chased after her little companion. She knew if she left Elena alone for too long she'd be in trouble.

"HEY! LEMME GO!" A small voice screamed in anger.

Sai sighed, she knew this would happen. "Let her go." Sai said as she appeared beside a tall, muscular man who was holding Elena by the back of her shirt.

"Sai! You came to rescue me!" Elena cried happily.

"Ya, ya." She waved her hand and stared at the man. "Now let her go." Sai said evenly as she stared him down. "Unless you wish to take up permanent residence in that wall behind you, as a blood stain."

"Hah, like you could do anything bitch. This little doll will get me a fortune." The man laughed cruelly. He eyed Sai's chest and snorted. "You're not much but I'm sure your pussy can give me a moment or two of enjoyment. Looks like today is a 2 for 1 bargain sale for me."

Sai sighed and held her head. This was a daily occurrence here in the metropolis which is why few rarely traveled in groups of less than twenty. Those that did were either stupid retards, or those with enough power that they might as well be a group of twenty. Fortunately for Sai, she fit into the later category.

"Oh well, your funeral." She said as she pointed her hand at the man. With a small smile on her face she let out a hollow shout. A massive wave of force shot from her outstretched arm and slammed into the man with body pulverizing force. The man didn't even have time to scream as his body was literally vaporized and splashed across the far wall. Elena hopped up and down with joy as she ran around Sai.

"Yay Sai! You're the strongest!" She cried happily.

"Whatever, let's just get this rabbit of yours. I'm just glad it wasn't a group like last time. The cleaning crews are beginning to have nervous break downs whenever I show up." Sai said as the two walked beyond the scene. Throughout the entire exchange no one had even looked in their direction, it was safer that way. On this world, the strong lead, and the weak followed meekly or ended up much like the poor man that confronted Sai.

As they approached the entrance to the mall Sai looked up and stared into the sky. When… when will he appear? I can feel him drawing closer. Please… save me from this hell… this hell called… loneliness…

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Trunks ripped through the competition as he met them. It didn't matter who they were, male or female, short or tall, fast or slow, it didn't matter. He simply bulled his way through the matches like they were nothing. Much like what Gohan had said, Trunks' greatest problem would be trying to not get disqualified by using something that wasn't related to swords and the like. However Trunks didn't enter this tournament to win, not really, he entered to learn. Having a sword is all great and well, but he had to be honest with himself, he knew nothing about swordsmanship. This tournament however would rectify that situation quite well. By fighting the best swordsman the planet had to offer he would be able to watch and learn as he fought and improve his own skill. At the beginning of the tournament he was worse than even the weakest fighter, by the time the finals came around, he was quite confident he could hold his own, skill wise, against any save the best. By the semi-finals he was no longer simply dodging and blocking the attacks with his forearms, he was parrying, counter-attacking and even pulling off supposed secret techniques that took years to master. His gifted mind, given to him by his mother, and his innate ability to adapt and learn new fighting styles in mid-combat, given to him by his father, had enabled him to learn fighting techniques, and this included weapon skills, at a rate that left everyone with their jaws on the ground. Needing only to see a technique once to use it, and twice to duplicate it perfectly, he was constantly surprising his opponents by using the very killer techniques they used on him, back against them.

One thing Trunks was finding peculiar was his sword. For one it wasn't enchanted in the slightest yet it was easily deflecting and even destroying the weapons of his opponents, all of which have been heavily enchanted. On top of that it wasn't dulling staining in the slightest, despite all the blood that's been splashed across its metallic surface. It's still as good as the day when he first received it and he hadn't performed even a minute of maintenance on it.

But now wasn't really the time for such thoughts as his opponent wasn't really giving him much time to think about that. Trunks was currently maxed out in his super saiyan state in yet, despite all that and his newly acquired weapon skills he was losing, and his opponent knew it as well. He was stronger, faster, and more skilled and, although Trunks was learning a great deal with him, he knew it would be too little too late. Of course he could always take it to the next level but that would eliminate all challenge and he wasn't quite prepared for that yet. There was still much wished to glean from this fight.

A diagonal slash whipped towards Trunks almost too fast to see causing the young saiyan to twist into an awkward position. Using his energy to help steady himself he countered by spinning around and bringing his sword to bear upon his opponents side. Unfortunately the other had seen it coming a mile away and had already brought a sword around to meet the attack. Trunks dropped a hand to the ground and pushed away to get some distance between him and his opponent, barely missing an oncoming short sword.

"WOW! Look at Trunks go. At the beginning of this tournament his skill was ranked lower than even a novice, but now he's matching a true blades master attack for attack. It is completely unheard of for someone to improve this much in such a short amount of time and had I not watched as this novice slowly transformed into an expert I wouldn't have believed it myself." The announcer said as she watched the final match with much excitement. "For anyone to last this long against Zaknafein is truly something."

"You are good, for an amateur." Zaknafein said as he eyed Trunks up and down. "From the way you hold your weapon, the way you stand there waiting for my next attack, I take it that you do not specialize with that weapon."

"Heh, intelligent and perceptive." Trunks said in admiration. "You are quite correct; I'm much like Vegeta and Bardock, a martial arts master. In fact, I'm far stronger than they are which is why I joined this tournament instead."

"Ah yes, I see the logic in that statement." Zaknafein said as he nodded in approval. "There would have been no competition for you in that tournament but here, in this, there is. That weapon is a handicap."

"True, but more than that, I joined because I wished to learn how to use it. I no longer wanted it to just be an accessory for me to carry around; I wanted to gain enough skill that it would actually be of use to me in a true battle." Trunks said as he waved it in front of him. "And I must say, it has given me just that."

"It's a pity, really." Zaknafein said with genuine sorrow. "Someone of your caliber could truly become my successor in every form. But alas, you are no weapons user."

"Heh, sorry to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me? No boy, you don't understand, you've made this tournament worthwhile. Gives me hope for the future, and a challenge worth my time."

"Enough talk." Trunks said as he whipped his sword down towards the ground. "PIERCING EARTH!" Trunks shouted.

The ground erupted as giant blades ripped through the earth in a long sinuous snake towards Zaknafein.

Zaknafein grinned as he rammed his swords into the ground. "WALL OF SWORDS!" He roars and a massive, quadruple layered wall of swords erupted from the ground between him and the oncoming assault.

With a crash the two forces met, and cancelled the other out. The shield exploded into fragments as the power of the piercing earth died down.

"DANCE OF A THOUSAND BLADES!" Zaknafein cried out as he whipped his swords before him and pointed it directly at Trunks. The sword shimmered for a second before a thousand copies of the blades appeared into existence and began to shoot towards Trunks in a spiral fashion.

Trunks tried dodging the blades at first but as more began to reach him he began to get slashed. The blades were incredibly sharp, not only due to enchantments, but by the power of the technique, and the life force added to it by Zaknafein. And what was worse was that the blades that shot by him spiraled back towards him.

"SLASHING HURRICANE!" Trunks shouted as he began to spin with his sword pointed out to the side. Normally this technique was used in close range to severely damage ones opponent but Trunks had discovered that it was also an effective technique to get rid of persistent attacks that came from all sides, like the dance of a thousands blades. Hurricane force winds whipped around Trunks as he began to spin while his sword appeared to multiply and spin around in the winds as well, knocking away all the blades that entered the hurricane winds.

When Trunks finished he himself staring directly at a descending sword. Zaknafein had used the fact that Trunks' attack limited his visibility to get quite close to the saiyan. Trunks just happened to be lucky enough to finish his spinning staring directly at Zaknafein. With a startled yelp he shot backwards but Zaknafein was relentless. A second slash followed causing Trunks to limbo so low that it was a miracle he managed to stay on his feet. He brought around his sword to stop an attack coming from the right but the sword he had just dodged by doing the limbo was already descending down upon him. With a massive blast of energy Trunks rocketed to the side, just narrowly dodging the downward attack. The slash, however, did managed to hit his weapon with enough force to rip it from his hands and lodge it into the ground before Zaknafein.

Trunks cursed as he pushed off the ground and landed gracefully on his feet.

"Seems as if you've lost something." Zaknafein said as he pointed towards Trunks' sword. "Had it been near the beginning of the match I'd have returned it in favor of a longer, more enjoyable, encounter but as it is this match has lasted long enough to satiate my battle lust, almost too long. It's about time I ended things, don't you agree?" Zaknafein said. He wasn't being smug when he said it; he was just stating the facts. At the level Trunks was fighting at it was simply a matter of time before Trunks was beaten. However…

Trunks smirked as he stood straight, "Yes, I agree with you. It's time I took this to the next level." He growled as he hunched over slightly. "I thank you for the wonderful match but... I…wiLL… NOT… LOSE!" Trunks roared as he arched backwards and exploded with power.

Winds that made a hurricane look like a soft summer breeze whipped out from his body almost knocking Zaknafein from his feet and causing the people the audience to feel a light breeze. Even the shield, empowered by the gods, couldn't keep the full force from escaping. A roar rippled outwards from the center of the winds as sonic booms and shockwaves rippled outwards from Trunks. A massive pillar of yellow fire engulfed the saiyan obscuring him from sight for a short moment before it, and the winds, began to die down.

When Zaknafein was able to get a good look at Trunks he was shocked. There weren't any noticeable changes, but the aura he was exuding was far beyond anything he had ever felt before. It felt like he was in the presence of a god.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" The announcer shouted out. "I saw his compatriots transform before but this… this is totally different! His hair got longer and more golden, his muscles got bigger and what the fuck is that whipping up and down his body? Lightning? What are we dealing with here a god?"

"This… is super saiyan level 2." Trunks growled his voice much deeper and darker then before. A chill ran up and down Zaknafein's back and he wondered for a moment if he was dealing with the same person he had been the entire match through. "And this is where this match ends."

"I'm not about to give up!" Zaknafein said as he readied himself.

Trunks disappeared.

Zaknafein stiffened as he felt the cold blade of a sword pressing against his neck. "In this form, you are as nothing to me." Trunks declared. "You have lost." With a swift slice with his sword Zaknafein's head fell from his body and rolled across the floor of the arena.

A moment later one of the gods appeared and gently picked the head up and placed it back upon the stump that was still spurting out blood. And one resurrection spell, and a couple seconds later, Zaknafein was alive once more.

"AND TRUNKS IS THE WINNER!" The announcer cried out. "Trunks has taken the victory and the tournament with a quick and clean beheading! I don't know what he did, it looked like some kind of super transformation, but whatever it was it gave him the power to completely dominate his opponent, the great Zaknafein, herald as one of the greatest weapon masters of all time, in mere seconds. We're looking at perhaps the most powerful mortal to walk this planet!"

Gohan snickered to himself.

Trunks dropped out of both levels of super saiyan reverting back to his normal self. "Thank you so much for the match Zaknafein." Trunks said as he extended his hand.

Zaknafein looked at it for a moment before he took it in his own. "Yes, I must thank you as well. Sometimes… sometimes even the master can learn a few things. I shall take the lessons you have taught me to heart."

Trunks looked at him curiously. "Lessons… but I didn't teach you any techniques…"

Zaknafein laughed softly, "Young man, one day you'll understand that there are things out there that are far more important to learn that simple fighting techniques, and often much harder."

To be continued…

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A/N: Zaknafein isn't my character, its Drizzt's father from the forgotten realms (or at least I think it's his father, forget exactly the relationship.) The only difference between the two is that my Zaky is human, not a dark elf but it's still the same so I'm giving credit where it's due.

A/N: Trunks' first transformation, and his ultra super saiyan, aren't really as 'spectacular' as they were in the series. If you would notice only the first few transformations caused a massive uproar of energy. That's because they had poor control over the transformation. The more they do it, the better the control, the less energy that blows wildly out of control, the more energy they have to utilize in their transformed state. The USSJ will have some sort of spectacular transformation, but nothing like the series, and I'm even debating on whether or not to use it at all. Probably not considering Trunks can go SSJ2. On a side note, I may have, with Vegeta's last fight, transformed Trunks into SSJ2, ignore that, he only went level 1. I didn't want anyone to know of the second level until this chapter. At least not anyone outside the immediate group.

A/N: A note on Sai, if you want a picture, go look at SoiFong from the manga Bleach, check out picture 14 of chapter 154. You'll get a very good picture of what she looks like (it's the top one if you do get that picture). Another one (this time fully clothed) is in chapter 138, page 10. However, just because she LOOKS like Soi Fong, doesn't mean she's anything like her at all. Her appearance is the same as Soi Fong from Bleach, but that's where all similarities end. Note: Her name, Sai, is pronounced say.

A/N: About Elena, ya, I know ALL about the problems with training one's body before it's fully developed. However this is my story, these people aren't humans, and their methods (and technology) are FAR more advanced and FAR more effective than anything we could possibly think of.