"Hatchi!" Krillen cried as he saw the explosion, feeling his wife's ki disappearing within it. This couldn't be happening. Hatchi couldn't be dead, she just couldn't be. The monk could feel himself choking up as his sorrow overwhelmed him. However, that sadness soon became rage. He wouldn't let this horrible thing happen without retribution.

As anger began to consume him, a ki blast nailed him in the back, burning him as he gave out a cry of pain. Turning around, he scowled at Tien as he floated in the air, his hand sticking out as it pointed at him.

"You should always keep your guard up, even if a comrade falls," the bodyguard called out.

"What do you care?! She was my wife you bastard!" the short man cried out.

"She wasn't your wife," Tien said. "You were just a puppy and she was your master. She only put up with you cause you knocked her up."

"You're just jealous! You could never have a girl like her!"

"Why would I want a girl like her? You didn't know anything about her and you dropped your mentor, your training, and any friends you had just for her. There's nothing there to be jealous about."

"Shut up!" Krillen screamed. Raising his hand over his head, he immediately gathered his ki and formed it into a disk. "Destructo Disk!" he cried out before throwing it.

Seeing the attack flying at him, Tien fired a ki blast at it, only to see the disk slicing right through it like butter. Surprised, the fighter barely managed to dodge it at the last second, his shirt getting cut as the disk passed by.

After watching it flying into the distance, Tien turned his attention back to the grief stricken Krillen, who was preparing another Destructo Disk. In the present state of mind the monk was in, the bodyguard couldn't afford to have the sky filled with those dangerous things. It was time to put Krillen down once and for all.

Sticking his hands to the side of his face, the palms facing towards him, Tien gathered his ki and unleashed it in a bright flash that lit up the sky. "Solar Flare!"

As the intense light encompassed everything, Krillen took it head on, his eyes being blinded. Losing his grip on his ki, the forming Destructo Disk fell apart, the short man's hands going to his injured eyes to rub the pain out of them. Every time he tried to opening his eyes, the burning whiteness caused him to close them again. When he could see again, he would make the three eyed freak pay for that.

Using Krillen's momentary blindness, Tien flew higher into the air, getting into a vantage point above and behind the monk. Forming his hands into a familiar triangle sign, Tien was letting up all the stops. He was going to insure his former comrade in the martial arts wouldn't be leaving this battlefield ever again.

As the whiteness slowly cleared up, revealing the dead brown and yellow of the desert wasteland and the grey deadness of the sky, Krillen was finally ready to fight again. Looking around as he floated, the monk tried to locate his opponent, failing to find him. Now where could that bastard have gone?

"Hey Krillen!" Tien's voice rang out, alerting the man to his target's location. Turning around and looking up, he saw the three eyed man floating there with his hands before him. Now was his chance to strike. Quickly, Krillen powered up another Destructo Disk, this one intending on finishing the bald man off.

Before Krillen could carry that plan off though, Tien launched his attack. "Tribeam Ha!"

Instantly, the monk felt a powerful force slam into him, sending him flying into the ground, imbedding him in it as the earth crumbled and clustered around him.

Not letting up, Tien fired another one with the simple command of "Ha!" the blast pushing its target deeper into the earth, blood flying out of his mouth as he tried to scream in pain.

"Ha….Ha……Ha……Ha…Ha!" Tien cried out as he fired Tribeam after Tribeam. His energy pouring into each blast, crushing Krillen and pounding him deeper and deeper into the ground. Sometime during the barrage, the short man's chest was crushed, destroying the internal organs beneath the bones, slowly killing him.

When Tien finally ended his attack due to lack of energy, his arms felt to his side, hanging limply as he hunched over. That took a lot out of him, but hopefully that would be the end of a man he once respected.

Looking around the area weekly, the bodyguard spotted Goten lying on the ground. If he remembered right, he had used a powerful Kamehameha Wave to defeat Hatchi. It was still amazing he could do such a thing considering that the saiyan had just learned the technique mere hours ago.

Floating over to him, Tien landed a couple feet next to his ally. "I see you actually beat her."

It was awhile but Goten answered back. "Yeah, it took a bit more than I thought it would," he said through heavy gasps of air.

"You think you can keep going?" Tien asked.

"Later. Right now I just want to stay right here. Too tired to budge a muscle."

Tien chuckled a bit as he sat on the ground. "I hear ya. Mind if I joined you here?"

"Nope, find yourself a comfy piece of ground and enjoy it."

This was humiliating.

After ten years of wondering the universe after being cast off Vegeta, King Baby had the luck to run into a small group of those Kami forsaken saiyans, had them completely surrounded and practically at King Yemma's door; but instead loses them due to an interfering force. If there was ever a low point for the monarch, this was it.

His fearsome space force had been decimated by the Earth forces. Although he had caused them damage, they had caught him by surprise and ripped him apart. However, he wasn't done with these Earthlings. He'd be back with a stronger force and annihilate those pests. He'd show them what happens when you messed with the Tuffle Ruler.

Baby smirked. That was what he needed to do. It would take a little time, but he would succeed. Maybe even take Earth as his own to give his race a better home than the planet the Tuffles had right now.

"Lord Baby," a soldier said, slightly alarmed.

"What is it?" the shrill voice said, agitation creeping into his voice. He wasn't in the best of moods right now and was just one nerve away from killing the first person he snapped at.

"We've come in contact with another force, my lord," the Tuffle said.

"So? Just ignore them."

"We can't my lord. The opposing ships won't let allow us to do that."

"I said ignore them and continue on our present course!" Baby shouted. He would not have his rule challenged by some subordinate.

However, before the soldier could carry out his order, the comm. link activated. Soon a reptilian voice came through the ship's speakers. "Unknown space force, under the order of the Cold Empire, I demand you surrender your vessels and be prepared to be detained. That is the order of King Cold."

Baby's eyes widen. Of all of the people he had to run into, it just had to be the Cold family. There was no way he could fight under his current circumstances. There just had to be some way out of this.

"What is your decision my lord," the soldier said.

After wallowing in his thoughts, a defiant look came across the Tuffle King's face. "I want you to blast those lizards into the next dimension. Take them all out!"

Baby knew this was a losing cause. However, death was a better choice than to be taken into the custody of the Cold Family. Even if he was killed, he would die spitting in their faces.

The sudden jerking of the ship signified the ship's main cannon had been fired. Now was the time to see whether the Tuffle race could withstand the awesome might of the Cold Empire.

It was cold here. Of all of the places for one of the powerful kis to head to, it had chosen this frozen wasteland. When Trunks got his hands on the guy, he was going to be sure he had a word about this. Whether that word would be verbal or with his fists had yet to be determined, but the young saiyan was leaning towards the latter.

Then sudden spike in a nearby ki caught Trunks' attention, pulling him out of his thoughts. All he knew was that the person he was looking for was close. How close he didn't know, but instead of flying in the middle of the sky like a sitting duck, the young saiyan decided to land on an ice cliff. Standing towards the edge, the warrior took in the sight around him.

Everything was white from snow or ice. Canyons and mountains dotted the landscape with a large plain of ice right in the middle of it. Towards his right, a large sea with icebergs reached out towards the horizon. It wasn't much of a place to look at, but it would be an interesting battleground. Now all he had to do was locate the guy he was sure he would be fighting.

The young saiyan didn't have to wait very long as he soon spotted a man walking on the plain, his back towards the young man. Well, might as well get the fight over with.

Floating from his perch, Trunks headed towards the mystery man, landing a few feet behind him. From what he could see of the guy, he was very tall with long white hair. He seemed underdressed with his yellow vest and green pants, but then, it was his choice to dress like that, even in the freezing weather of this place.

"Are you one of the cyborgs?" Trunks asked, keeping his guard up in case of any unexpected attack.

It was some time before there was a response. "So ya know about our little secret," the man said with a southern accent, never turning around to look at the saiyan. "Where d'ya hear that from?"

"An android called Nineteen told me. Ya know him?" Trunks said, imitating the man's accent.

"Well that makes sense. So Pops managed to make one of those robot guys," the man said, not giving any attention to Trunks. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the saiyan, revealing his blue eyes. "So I take it you killed the robot?"

Trunks smirked. "Yeah, I did. So what should I call you?"

Completely turning around, the man said "I'm the Thirteenth chair of the government here, Tretton Gero."

Trunks cocked his eyebrow. That's a weird name you got there."

Tretton smirked. "It's better than some dirty monkey name. But then, I don't know what it's like to have one of those."

Trunks scowled this time. "Big words for a bucket of bolts. Can you back that up?"

"You're darn right I can back it up. You won't be able to handle what I'm gonna do to ya."

However, before Tretton could drop into his fighting stance, he felt a fist suddenly slam into his stomach, causing him to lose his breath as he hunched over. A roundhouse kick nailing him in the head sent him skidding on the snow and ice.

Trunks looked at the fallen cyborg. That was pathetic. If this was one of the top warriors on the planet, then these humans should give up. There was almost no point in resisting.

However, the recent memory of Nineteen told him not to underestimate another Earthling. Who knew what this guy was or was not capable of.

Slowly, Tretton got back on to his feet. "That was a good whopper," he said. "Now it's my turn."

Suddenly, the cyborg disappeared, reappearing in midair, right in front of Trunks. Slamming his knee into the saiyan's face, Tretton didn't let the warrior fly too far away, grabbing him by the ankles, and swinging him through the air and smashing him into the icy ground. However, Trunks wouldn't let the man continue his attack, twising his body around and firing a ki blast into the guy's chest, sending him flying through the air.

Getting back onto his feet, Trunks looked as he saw his opponent landing on his feet, not even winded from the direct attack. This guy was a lot stronger than he had given him credit for. He'd have to keep his guard up, that's for sure.

Yelling out a war cry, the saiyan charged his opponent, swinging his fist. Tretton easily dodged, taking a step backwards, a smirk on his face. Not liking that smile, Trunks unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, each blow being dodged or blocked. If the young saiyan didn't know any better, he'd say this guy was toying with him.

Not liking that scenario at all, Trunks kicked at Tretton's feet, making contact and knocking one of them from underneath the cyborg. Surprised, Tretton stumbled a bit, trying to regain his balance. This time Trunks slammed his head into his opponent's head, hitting dead on, and causing the man to cry out from the blow.

Leaping into the air, the saiyan warrior did a roundhouse kick, nailing Tretton in the head again, and sending him flying. Charging after him, Trunks caught up with the man, flying above him. With his hand, he grabbed Tretton's face, and then slammed his head into the icy ground, shoving him deeper as he used their momentum to continue moving.

Once Trunks felt themselves slowing down, he crouched in midair before smashing his feet into Tretton's chest, both of the saiyan's arms rising into the air. Gathering his ki, the warrior thrusts his arms to the ground, firing ki blasts at his opponent. Once done, he jumped away, watching the last place he saw Tretton.

After a few moments, his opponent emerged from the hole, his clothes torn, his body bruised and burn, and his back to Trunks again. "I have to give ya credit youngster, that was pretty good. But that wasn't enough to take me down."

Turning around, Tretton raised both of his arms, pointing his palms at his saiyan opponent. "Now I have a presents for ya. I hope you like it."

Trunks dropped into a defensive stance. He wasn't sure what this guy had up his sleeve, but he was sure he'd find out sooner or later.

Slowly, the man gathered his ki until a large red ball of energy surrounded by a larger transparent sphere of energy appeared in his hands. "Okay kiddie, get ready for to run for your life cause here comes my S. S. Deadly Bomber!"

Instantly, the attack was fired, making a beeline for the saiyan. Trunks simply dashed to his right, thinking the attack would just pass him. However, he was surprised when he saw the attack turn towards him, homing in on him as if he hadn't moved at all. This was just great; that was a homing attack and from the feel of it, it was a very powerful one.

Still running, Trunks ran towards a cliff, taking flight at the base. Looking behind him, he saw the ball of energy was still following him. There had to be someway to blow it up.

Pointing a hand at the top of the cliff, the saiyan fired a ki blast, the beam blowing the cliff's edge up and raining debris down on him. Catching a very large piece and holding over his head, Trunks twisted his body to face the attack, seeing that it was still chasing him.

Cranking his arms back, Trunks threw the large rock he held; the piece hitting the attack and causing it to explode.

The explosion caught the saiyan off guard, flinging him high into the air. After recovering, Trunks looked around and failed to see Tretton anywhere. Perfect, not only could he not see the guy, he was hiding his ki signal as well.

Suddenly, a ki blast came at him from behind. Spinning around, Trunks swatted the blast away. Once he had completely turned, Tretton appeared behind him; his hands clasped together, and jackhammered his opponent, sending him towards the ground.

"That's a shame. I was startin' to enjoy myself," Tretton called out, watching as the snow cloud from the saiyan's crash dissipate. "Can't blame ya for fallin' short though. It takes a man to do a man's job, not a boy."

In the crater, Trunks was seething. This ass was making a fool out of him. So far his attacks were insanely powerful, not to mention he could take several blows without slowing down. Although he was willing to use his sword, the saiyan refrained from it. It was very likely it wouldn't do any good here, or at least until he weakened the guy more. But what could he do? He didn't have too many strong attacks that would dish out the damage he needed now. Yet, he didn't have too much choice in the matter. Hmm, maybe that wasn't the right thinking here…

It was then an idea struck him. He had an attack he had been working on for the past few months, but hadn't had a chance to use it. If he remembered right, it was very similar to an attack his father had been infamous for. Well, now was his best chance.

Stretching his arms out, his legs getting better footholds, the saiyan gathered his energy, trying to power his attack up as quickly as possible. Hopefully he would have all the energy he would need before his smoke screen disappeared.

Tretton continued to watch the cloud. He didn't know what was going on, but he could feel that the little monkey was up to something; what it was, he didn't know, but he was positive it wouldn't be too bad.

Finally, Trunks felt he had accumulated all the energy he needed. Thrusting his arms above him, he yelled out his attack's name. "Big Tree Cannon!"

Tretton began to frown, he could feel the energy the saiyan was using growing stronger, but for some reason it was doing it faster than it should've been. Then he heard something being shouted and a large golden beam rushing out of the snow cloud, heading directly towards him.

Due to the blast moving very fast, Tretton didn't have the time to get out of the way. Instead, he crossed his arms in front on him, hoping the attack didn't do too much damage.

When the blast collided with its target, a bright flash covered everything in the icy wasteland. Following the flash, a thunderous roar could be heard as a ball of fire erupted in the sky. It took many minutes before the flames died down, smoke covering everything until a cold wind blew it away.

Standing on the round, his arms still pointed up into the sky, Trunks panted heavily. He knew he had used way too much energy, but hopefully that wouldn't matter. As long as Tretton was down for the count, then he wouldn't have to worry.

As he waited, soon Trunks could see where his opponent was last seen; his eyes widening from the sight he saw.

Tretton was still alive. However, something was odd with him. The left side of his face and his left arm were gone, replaced by this dark metal that resembled bone. The rest of him was burned, blood leaking out at random places. His arms were still crossed in front of him; the metal of the left arm gleaming in the sunlight while scattered places on his right showed the same metal. Blood was leaking out of the metal spots, making a very bizarre scene. What the hell was this guy?

Soon, the cyborg dropped his arms and looked down at Trunks, none too pleased. "You little maggot. Look what you did. Now I gotta have Pops replace all of this."

"What…what is that," Trunks managed to speak out, eyes still wide.

This time Tretton smirked. "I see you noticed my skeleton. Had Pops replace my entire bone structure with this here metal, even my skull. Wasn't a very pleasurable operation but the benefits were well worth it."

Trunks scowled. No wonder this guy could take all of his attacks. That metal was absorbing all of the damage he did. It was time to put aside any inhibitions. If his sword couldn't cut through that, then he was dead meat.

"Alright monkey! Ready or not, here I come!" Tretton shouted as he charged at the young saiyan. Trunks didn't move as he watched the incoming monstrosity. He'd wait till the very last second to strike.

As he rushed in, the cyborg let out a war cry. He would teach this boy a thing or two about messing with the wrong people, especially those who were stronger than him. He'd worry about Gero later. He wanted to make this beating he was about to deliver enjoyable.

When Tretton was a few feet away, Trunks finally moved, grabbing the hilt of his sword and unsheathing it, slicing at the naked left arm, the blade cutting through it like paper.

Flying by the sword wielding saiyan, Tretton crashed into the ground, skidding. Getting up, grasping the remains of his metal appendage, the cyborg growled in anger. How dare that monkey cut his arm off? He'd finish him off once and for all with his next attack; the beating be damned.

However, something was bothering him. During the whole match, that monkey hadn't been able to do this kind of damage ever, so why now? Why had he easily cut his arm off? The cyborg just had to know the answer.

"Tell me boy, how were you able to cut this metal when you couldn't damage it earlier? Tretton asked, calming down.

"Simple really," Trunks responded. "It takes ki to stop any harmful objects, like swords or bullets. Usually a person's skin is a good vessel for the ki to do that. However, metal cannot, thus your amputated limb. Is that good enough for you?"

A smirk was all the saiyan got in response. Tretton had to give the boy credit; taking advantage of such a simple concept. Oh well, that would be the last he would ever do. He'd make sure to kill this pest off with his own two hands; well, one remaining hand.

Thrusting out his remaining arm, Tretton powered up his S. S. Deadly Bomber, intent on ending the fight as the red energy appearing in his hand.

Trunks' eyes widen. He couldn't let that man fire that thing or he was history. Immediately, Trunks put the last bit of his energy into a ki blast and fired it at Tretton, the beam making contact with the growing red orb in his hand.

A huge explosion erupted as the charging attack blew up, consuming Tretton and Trunks in the fiery holocaust. A large mushroom cloud could be seen for miles from the demolition zone.

Once the cloud disappeared, a large crater was revealed. Nothing stirred around it except for the wind kicking up snow and ice.

Suddenly, a hand burst from underneath the icy ground. Pulling himself to the surface, Trunks gasped as fresh air flooded into his lungs. He wasn't sure how he survived that explosion, but finding himself buried under a couple feet of ice wasn't the best wake up call. It seemed to take forever until he had come to the surface.

Looking around at the devastation, the saiyan could find neither hide nor hair of Tretton. It could've been possible that he was hiding his ki again, but that seemed unlikely considering that the man was at the center of the blast.

After awhile, Trunks relaxed. If that guy was going to attack, he would've done it by now. But then, it didn't really matter. Trunks didn't have anything left to defend himself; no energy left to use. He might as well just wait until he recovered some of his strength to continue or be blasted from Tretton attacking him.

It was then that two pairs of feet landed in front of his vision. Just great, back up had arrived to finish him off. He had nothing left to defend himself with so he should be easy picking for these guys. Yet, he held no regrets. This was it, no more need to struggle against fate.

He had just had his last fight.

To dbzfan952: Lol, yeah, having everyone in different roles really mixes things up. I am good at killing peope off, aren't I? Haha, no one can top me now!