Author's Notes: I am so freakishly sorry for the long, long time it took me to update! And I know no matter how many apologies I say, it won't make up for it, but please don't lose hope in this fic yet… Enjoy this chapter; it's a lot longer than normal ;)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!

Chapter 3

"Well, well what have we here?" The cold, malicious voice spoke; Trunks froze and looked to his right. Right then, Trunks' mind screamed at him to attack head-on and attain revenge for his former sensei and best friend. However, Trunks was no fool. He knew he was weaker than Gohan. And if that damned cyborg could defeat him with such ease, there was little Trunks could do. Besides, as he looked behind the cocky guy, he saw two others. So not only was he out-matched but also out-numbered. Never a good combination…

"You get rid of one rat and the other comes scurrying back! You guys are just too easy!" the black-haired cyborg shook his head, his lips twisted up into a creepy smile, "I'm guessing that's your transformed form, huh? Not much of a powerful transformation if I do say so myself," he continued the one-sided conversation, "That one," he said pointing at the dead saiyan, "didn't put up much of a fight. I was sorely disappointed. I even gave him a few free hits!" Seventeen raised his arms up in exasperation, "Honestly, you lot have absolutely no chance of survival. Just give it up already!"

"Why don't you just shut the hell up?!" Trunks yelled out, his previous fear forgotten and replaced by the same anger he felt when he found Gohan's lifeless body. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander back to the motionless form near him. Everything around him blurred and he couldn't see the androids anymore. He didn't hear Seventeen's nasty comments or infuriating remarks. He watched the corpse. The body of a friend. A pang of guilt washed over the teenager's heart.

"Don't worry Bulma. You won't be alone. Trunks is here. And he's going to protect all of you. Won't you Trunks?" the lavender-haired boy walked towards his mother and smiled happily at his friend. Trunks nodded cheerfully.

"Trunks, you stay here with these people in the front. I'll go back, okay?" Trunks nodded, "Make sure everyone makes it to the new hideout, you're their protector now Trunks."

Don't let me down Trunks.

Involuntary, Trunks found his mind wandering back to the past. He remembered how Gohan used to train him and laugh a bit when he did something wrong and laugh wholeheartedly when he almost had something right. Without even realizing it, he was instantly reminded of that time.

*Flashback*

The lavender-haired boy walked bravely towards the training room, which his mother built a while ago. It had special mechanism to be able to hide one's ki inside it. Thus, though Trunks had to hide his ki outside, there was no way of anyone detecting it inside the room. He didn't think about how his mother got a hold of the material needed, and he was sure he was never going to ask. Once you got that woman talking about one creation or another, she never shuts up; he shuddered as he remembered asking about the dragon radar once.

The almost seven-year-old sighed as he stopped right in front of the door and knocked before letting himself in. A teenaged Gohan cocked his head to one side questioningly.

"Gohan…" Trunks called out eagerly, "I want you to teach me how to turn into a super saiyan!" The older boy looked quizzically at him. Then, his whole body shook with hardly contained laughter, "Hey! What's so funny?!" Trunks shouted over the booming chuckles, his former excitement forgotten.

"I'm sorry Trunks…" Gohan said once he regained his composure, "Transforming isn't something I can teach you, kiddo,"

"Why not?" Trunks asked disappointment clear in his voice.

"Well, you see. It's a bit hard to explain, but I guess the simplest thing I can say is that it comes naturally, for example, when you're really angry or exceedingly sad. It might happen if you have an unwavering will to protect those precious to you. However, it's not a technique that could be taught," Gohan finished happy with the explanation he gave, "Nonetheless, we can always try to provoke it…" he thought out loud.

"You really mean it?" Trunks said practically bouncing up and down, "We should start right now then! Come on, come on, come on!" Gohan nodded happily. He was just glad to know that despite all the chaos around them, the little boy could find sheer happiness in a thing such as this one.

However, the road to the transformation was hard, extremely so. It took all the willpower both saiyans had not to retreat and forget about the whole ordeal. Their determination and resolve finally paid off a few months later, which was a great feat in their opinion. It was two months after Trunks' birthday. The duo had been training relentlessly since they began their quest.

"Let's have a break," Gohan breathed out as he gasped for breath. Trunks was not fairing much better as he panted heavily a few feet away from his friend. The two had been at it since the first rays of sun showered through the hidden hole of the hideout and right now, the earliest bright light of the moon started seeping in instead. It didn't help their training one bit that they couldn't use any ki-induced type of attack in fear of causing the whole place to topple over the inhabitants' heads. Trunks sat down briskly as he fought to catch his breath. 'Come on, Trunks. It shouldn't be that hard,' he thought trying to give himself a little pep talk, 'Just think of why you're doing this,' Flashes of infinite bodies scattered around, bloodied and broken in a barren wasteland full of rubble and destroyed buildings instantly rose up in mind. Another memory of a fallen comrade followed by many more slowly made up his mind. He wouldn't wait any longer. No, he couldn't stand by and watch anymore! He stood up tiredly, but pushed the numbing pain of the simple task of getting up to the back of his mind.

"Let's continue," he rasped out. Taking in the boy's exhausted form, Gohan shook his head.

"Let's call it a day off," he said as he made his way to the door.

"No!" Trunks shouted surprising both Gohan and himself, "I can't… I can't quit now! I'm so close to it, I feel it!"

"You're tired now Trunks. If you train any harder, you won't accomplish anything. On the contrary, you'd be harming both your mind and body!" Gohan said again.

"You don't understand…" Trunks whispered, "I have to do this… I can't watch everyone close to me die," he shut his eyes closed as his ki rose slowly but surely, "I can't stand by and do nothing whilst everybody around me sacrifices themselves," he continued, his voice stronger than before, the power surged through his body and he could feel newfound vigor running through his veins, "I won't allow people to lose their lives because I was too helpless to do anything but stare!" He was practically yelling now, but Gohan paid that no mind and decided to keep him talking.

"What are you going to do, then, Trunks? How are you going to help?" Gohan asked calmly.

"I'll defend everyone. I'll guard them till I take my final breath!" Golden light flashed momentarily but Trunks seemed oblivious to it. Trunks' mind got swamped with the images of people, laughing joyously, playing without fear of a looming evil, "Because there are always people I have to protect," Trunks' eyes opened revealing a strident emerald, "with my life!"

Gohan nodded approvingly at the seven-year-old, yet the boy still did not grasp what happened.

"Good work, Trunks. We're done with this training," Gohan said as he smiled cheerfully. He laughed as he opened the door and went out, "I'm sure you will do just as you said Trunks!" He called back to the kid. Trunks, however, was busy testing out his new power. 'I promise Gohan... and everyone… I will stand at nothing, and I will never stop fighting until we finally restore the peace to our world!' he nodded to himself before following the half-saiyan outside.

*End of Flashback*

'I couldn't save any of you…' A much more mature Trunks thought in misery, 'Goku, Piccolo, Krillen, Tien, Chiaoutzu, Yamcha, Gohan… father… But I swear… I swear your deaths aren't going to be in vain! I'm going to try harder and harder. And I will help this world find peace!' Trunks swallowed around the lump in his throat. The world refocused again and he could make out Seventeen's teasing laughter now. 'Geez… he's been talking this long?' Trunks was suddenly glad he really wasn't paying attention although the enemy might have taken advantage and attacked him.

"Shut up already Seventeen!" the girl android shouted, "You've been talking for five minutes straight, so either fight that boy or let him go! We have better things to do!"

"Yeah, yeah. Ready, brat?" Seventeen didn't give the teenager a chance to respond, but Trunks was already in his transformed state. Trunks blocked a punch aimed at his head but didn't notice the kick that followed until it made contact and caused him to fly a good distance away. Less than a minute into the fight, and things already didn't look too good for him.

Trunks took a deep breath before taking flight upwards not surprised when the android followed.

"Running away are we now?"

"Far from it," Trunks snorted in annoyance, "You flatter yourself too much," Trunks removed his sword from its holster and proceeded to attack the cyborg with it. "Rapid Sword Stream! (1)" He yelled out as he performed a series of slashes at Seventeen, all hitting the target. The last one pushed Seventeen downwards and Trunks didn't hesitate in continuing his assault, "Lightening Sword Slash (2)!" He slashed his sword in the air provoking the creation of waves of energy targeting Seventeen. Again, the attack hit the target head-on, and Trunks knew, then, that something was wrong. The cyborg was not even attempting to block or attack. What was happening?

"See, I told you, pitiful," The sound came from behind him and Trunks turned around quickly while launching another hit with the sword at Seventeen. This time, however, Seventeen raised his hand almost in boredom. However, the hand did not get sliced off. In fact, the only thing that happened was the echoing of the sound of metal clanging against Seventeen's fist. Trunsk didn't even want to know how strong the cyborg's hand was to be able to deflect a sword attack.

He didn't even have the time to since Seventeen started with an attack of his own. He punched the boy and followed with a kick to the ribs. Trunks was sent sailing through the air, too shocked and baffled to do anything but get thrown around like a ragdoll. His sword made direct contact with his hand, yet that accomplished nothing. He decided to accept his fate now. He was going to die then and there. 'NO!' a voice shouted inside his mind. As Seventeen continued his assault on his body, Trunks listened intently to the child's voice, 'Remember, we promised… we swore to protect everyone! We can't die until we accomplish that goal! Come on, have some faith in yourself! Fight back!' the child screamed at him. He replied evenly, 'How do you beat an opponent a hundred times stronger than you are? How do you rescue people… when you can't even save your own life?' The kid shut up at that.

"Seventeen!" Eighteen shouted from below, "You took your share of this fight and I'm getting bored… It's my turn now!"

"What?! You can't do that!" Seventeen exclaimed.

"Let her continue this fight, Seventeen. We can go on ahead and destroy something elsewhere while she finishes up here," Sixteen replied automatically. Seventeen let out a sigh of defeat.

"Alright then, let's go Sixteen!" The two guys flew at lightning speed away from the place. Trunks woke up from his reverie when the attacks stopped. He blinked trying to find out what happened and how while there were three androids a second ago, there was only one now.

"What-" Trunks couldn't continue his sentence before a strange pain on the back of his head caused his whole world to blur in and out of sight until it settles on a dark, black world. Eighteen's hand rested in the air just where Trunks' head had been a second ago. This time… this time, she actually went and did it. She finally did it! She… the heartless android… has, at last, at long last… saved someone! She suddenly wondered why she hadn't done this in the past. It feels refreshing that although she is an android, created for the sole purpose of causing pain and hatred, she can still save a person's life.

She frankly didn't know what overcame her senses. It wasn't the usual feelings of foreboding or confusion that she usually felt. No, it was something she had never felt before in her life. The feeling was so foreign; she didn't even have a name for it. However, she shook all thoughts away and stared at the unconscious body. She held the boy's hand and noted the difference between his and hers. His hand was warm, even in his current state. She knew his warmth was due to the equally warm blood running through his veins. She couldn't help but feel something not so unfamiliar. Envy, that was the name for it. While the boy had a warm body and life coursing through him, she was practically living in destruction which her 'family' caused. While she had a cold body which was a human's with metal merged with it, the boy had people who actually cared about him.

She didn't know what provoked her to save this boy, but it was already done. What was she supposed to do with him now? Licking her lips in thought, the gorgeous woman carried the boy over her shoulders and flew upwards. She decided to take the boy to the place she found him with a lot of people years ago.

It was quite far from here, but she figured that her brother and companion wouldn't mind as long as they think she's here having fun with torturing the boy before disposing of him like a predator would its prey. She thanked the heavens for not having a detectable ki force.

As she slowly flew in the sky, she let her mind wander back to the times she watched this kid's friend ruthlessly murdered. And all for what? Just for her brother to get rid of some of his boredom. All those lives of people lost unjustly. Only because he wanted something fun to do. She didn't see how her brother could take pleasure in killing people who didn't deserve to die, like these who were there to protect their planet. It all started on the day they were released. And from that day on, everything turned haywire. The once beautiful trees and lush fields of the blue planet turned grey and soulless. The numerous animals which once upon a time scurried in the wilderness were no more. She remembered the course of destruction they took since the day the doctor set them free. The day they started killing. The time they killed Son Goku.

*Flashback*

The three androids had just woken up after so long. Their mission was clear. Kill Son Goku. However, now that their creator was dead, it wasn't dire to complete that quest. For some reason, though, Sixteen seemed dead set about finishing the saiyan off. Thus, the trio stole a vehicle from a civilian, much to Seventeen's amusement and the man's chagrin. The bumpy ride was more than Eighteen could take and she soon got out of the vehicle and chose to fly to the Son residence. Sixteen trailed after her and almost immediately Seventeen did too, no one paid his babbling any mind, and they reached their destination in an hour or so.

Once they did, Eighteen watched the young boy with messy hair as he tried his best to stop his mother's silent crying while a man's angst-filled screams filled the house. She stared at the scene with sympathy, and suddenly just trailing along her companions to fulfill their idea of fun just wasn't acceptable anymore.

Her pity wasn't mutual though. Her brother watched with disgust, for some unknown reason while Sixteen stared impassively, his will still unwavering to kill that Goku guy. Never the one to wait, Seventeen broke the door down surprising both mother and son. The young boy, who she later found out was Son Gohan, took a defensive stance in front of his mother.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the boy asked in a firm tone way too mature for his age, he searched frantically for a ki from the man, but was able to get none.

"Where's Son Goku?" Sixteen asked monotonically.

"He's not feeling well, so I'm going to have to ask you to get out of my house!" the woman shouted while pointing at the direction the door used to be in. A loud groan followed by coughs and a bit of wheezing was heard from the second floor. ChiChi sent a worried glance to the staircase but resisted the urge to get to the other floor. A wicked grin replaced the stoic expression Seventeen held a few moments ago.

"I'm guessing that's him," Seventeen said as he headed towards the stairs, "Come on, Sixteen," ChiChi practically sprinted to the bottom of the staircase blocking the strangers' way. She knew they could slap her across the room, or kill her with a flick of their hand seeing how easily they broke the door. However, she'd be damned if she let them come close to her Goku without at least trying to stall them a bit.

"Mom!" Gohan yelled out to his mother. He didn't need to say anything, ChiChi heard his silent plea, 'Get out of the way, let them go.' Nonetheless, Son ChiChi was not a quitter and when she put her mind to something, she did it to the very end. Right now, she had guarding this staircase as her quest. And no matter what happens, she's going to do this. For Goku and for Gohan.

Eighteen watched the woman's resolve with awe. This frail human woman knew that she stood no chance. She was sure that if she stood in the intruders' way she would only get killed, but she didn't waver and if she felt any fear she did not show it. Not a cower, not a tremble nor a shiver in fear.

"I won't allow you to go in now. I said he's not feeling well, so come back some other time!" ChiChi yelled, "And now get out!"

"Yes, please do get out," A cool voice said from the opening of the house, "It's obvious that they can't see any visitors now, and I'm pretty sure you came here for a spar. I'll give you one outside," the green Namekian stated as he crossed his arms. ChiChi couldn't remember a time when she felt any sense of gratitude for her child's kidnapper, but if she ever was going to thank the Namek for anything, this would be it.

"So be it… You're no Goku, but once I'm done with you, I'll come back here anyways," Seventeen shrugged, "Don't start anything without me Sixteen!" He yelled before stomping out of the house. Eighteen watched as her brother went with the green alien. She decided that staying outside won't do anyone anything, so she went in as well. The woman was still at her post in front of the flight of stairs. She didn't look the least bit surprised when she entered, Eighteen noted.

"Not surprised?" she heard herself asking.

"Far from it," the woman let out a snort, "I'm used to things like this happening," the statement was said so lowly, filled with sorrow and sadness, the child went to comfort his mother having heard her, but Eighteen knew he didn't understand. She felt her pity for this family grow since she knew its fate. She watched the walls suddenly finding them fascinating. She looked at the pictures and each one was almost identical to the one before it. The kid as a newborn carried between his parents while they all smiled at the camera. The boy, who seemed almost two, swinging on a handmade swing with his father pushing it slowly as not to scare him; both with equally joyful smiles on their faces. The mother chopping up vegetables whilst the child, now older and looked like a seven year old, attempting to help her; both had wide grins decorating their faces. In every picture, those smiles stuck to their faces.

Eighteen knew that the family had always been happy together just by looking at the photos. However, that's the thing about life. It had that bad habit of ruining every beautiful moment. And right now, this family's life was taking a horrible twist.

"Hey Sixteen, why don't you go see why Seventeen is taking so long," she requested, but it came out more like an order. Sixteen got out of the place without a word.

"I would get out of here now, while I still can if I were you," Eighteen stated, this time speaking to both mother and son, "We will kill Son Goku, and you too, if you get in our way,"

"Are you telling me to leave my husband to die?" ChiChi demanded.

"I'm giving you a chance to live," Eighteen replied emotionlessly, "Take your kid and leave," ChiChi's eyes widened, during the fiasco, she had forgotten all about Gohan.

"Gohan, go now," she ordered quietly.

"What?" Gohan asked his eyes as wide as saucers. ChiChi nodded towards the fallen door.

"Go now, Gohan. Don't look back," ChiChi said again, moving away from the staircase whilst sending a warning glance towards the female android.

"Mom…" Gohan said in a small voice. He didn't like this, not one bit, "Mister Piccolo is fighting that guy with black hair. And I can sense the others coming too. I can help if I st-"

"No, Gohan!" ChiChi yelled surprising the kid, "Just go now," ChiChi said before she dragged the boy into a hug. Gohan hugged back, his sobs clearly heard. ChiChi let her tears fall down silently. She didn't want her son to see them; it would give him a reason to stay.

"Go to the lookout," she whispered in his ear, careful not to let the android hear. Gohan nodded. He walked towards the door, but he ran back and hugged his mother again, kissed her forehead, told her he loved her, and asked her to take care. Somehow, the boy knew it was the last thing he was going to tell her. Then, Gohan got out of the house, his tears came back with a vengeance and both women were sure that he cried all the way towards the place.

"Thank you," ChiChi told the female, "for letting my son go,"

"You can still follow him too. My companions aren't back yet, and I don't want to kill people I don't have to kill,"

"Why would you have to kill anyone?" ChiChi asked out of the blue, "You don't need to kill people to stay alive,"

"I know, but…" Eighteen never got to think about it herself since Seventeen and Sixteen returned just then. Sixteen looked just the way he had before leaving, but Seventeen was covered from head to toe with purple blood.

"We had fun, Eighteen, you should have been there!" Seventeen said his voice neutral like he was talking about the weather.

"Where's the kid?" Sixteen asked not missing a beat.

"Gah! Who cares? We're here for that Goku guy!" Seventeen exclaimed, he glanced at the stairs leading to their target and groaned when he saw the woman glaring daggers at them yet again.

"Just get out of the way and we promise we'll make your death a quick one!" Seventeen said cheerfully. ChiChi did not budge. Heavy steps caused all four heads to whip to the stairs.

"What's with all the shouting?" Goku asked tiredly, taking one step at a time on the long stairs.

"What are you doing out of bed?" ChiChi yelled in concern as she held her husband's hand as he reached the last steps of the stairs.

"Don't worry Chi, I'm fine!" Goku said, immediately having a coughing fit afterwards.

"That's the great Son Goku?" Seventeen asked no one in particular. The next thing Eighteen remembered was a bit of taunting on Seventeen's side, nothing on Sixteen's and cheerful enthusiasm on Goku's. Soon after, the whole Z-gang minus Gohan, Krillen, Bulma, who was pregnant with Trunks, and Piccolo was beside Goku. The two enemy teams took the fight outside. Eighteen wasn't sure what happened next, she didn't cooperate with her team or with the others. She just stood on the sidelines, refusing to indulge in any fighting. The now dead woman's words still echoing loudly in her ears, 'Why would you have to kill anyone?'

Later, Eighteen found all the Z-gang members present brutally murdered. The ground below them was painted blood red and pieces of clothing littered the ground everywhere. Corpses were situated in different places. The two androids didn't look too battered. In fact, to a far-looker they would appear unscathed. She heard Sixteen saying that there was a power sky-rocketing and still getting stronger. She can still make out Seventeen's smiling face and eagerness to fight, but they didn't go fight that guy with the big power level. Instead, they chose to slaughter a whole city.

*End of Flashback*

Eighteen shook her head as she thought back to that day. Their first killing spree. She hated thinking about it. However, she knew for a fact that she cannot go back and change it. Moreover, she was sure that even if she could, she wouldn't have enough willpower to stand against her sibling and companion. She was not that dark-haired woman. She wasn't that bald midget. And she sure wasn't Son Gohan. She sighed as they neared their destination and carefully laid the boy and hid him between the bushes before she headed towards where she last saw her brother and his best friend.

Trunks was still unconscious by the time the android was long gone. He was having a dream of his own. More like a long-forgotten memory.

*Flashback*

"So tell me Trunks, what do you think about these androids?" Gohan asked as he walked through the many hallways of the hideout.

"Huh?" Trunks looked quizzically at Gohan, "Well…" Trunks sighed remembering a certain blonde and her friendly smile, he shook his head, "I think they're all bad and evil. What do you think?" he asked with the curiosity of a five-year-old.

"I also think that they're just as you said…" Gohan said, pausing in thought, "but, if I were to be frank, I don't think all of them are,"

"But there are only three, which one isn't bad, in your opinion?" Trunks asked again.

"You know that blonde one?" Gohan asked receiving a nod in response, "That one,"

"Why her?" Trunks asked as he cocked his head to the side.

"I have my reasons," Gohan said as his eyes closed as if remembering a painful incident. Before Trunks could ask him another question, the two reached the training grounds and started their daily routine. After the training session, Trunks forgot all about the conversation.

*End of Flashback*

Trunks regained his senses slowly. The little but steady pain at the back of his head was proof enough that he was still alive and well, just horribly exhausted. He opened his blue eyes carefully just in case the enemy was close by and hasn't noticed his awakening yet. His eyes half-open now, he studied his surroundings noiselessly. He instantly noticed the change in setting despite his still jostled thoughts. He knew where he was. He's been in that cave just down the tracks enough to know it when he's near.

He got up from his laid down position when he was positive that no enemy was lurking around. He groaned in pain as he recalled his painful experience. All the memories came back to him at once, and he knew he somehow got away. He also knew for certain that the blonde had something to do with it. Ignoring the throbbing of his head, he took a few steps and realized that Seventeen did more than he anticipated. He shook his head, but immediately regretted it as the throbbing intensified. He decided to sit down for a bit. He didn't miss the rustle of the bushes nearby and was immediately on his guard.

"Trunks?" a familiar voice asked worry lacing its tone, "Is that you?"

"Yup, it's me alright. What are you doing here Kitai?" he asked, trying to hide his surprise but failing miserably.

"We're scouting for food, duh!" Kitai exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Look at you! You look awful! You okay?"

"You have to go this far out for food?" Trunks asked in bewilderment.

"It's not that far, we found a shortcut!" the other said as the team of scouters huddled over Trunks, "Come on, we'll take you back home!"

Two of the team members hauled Trunks up and situated Trunks' arms on one of their respective shoulders. The team proceeded to take turns on the way as they came closer to the current hiding place. Trunks' will grew stronger than ever as he watched the team help him, 'I can't die… not when the people I love still live!' he thought to himself as they finally made it to the place.

"Oh Trunks!" Bulma exclaimed with worry, "Where have you been? I was so worried!" Bulma held his face in her hands and rubbed her thumb against her cheek affectionately, "I thought you were gone…" she whispered and Trunks noticed how pale she looked and the trail of dried up tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Trunks apologized, guilt hit him full-force as his mom searched his body for any sign of deep injuries. Having found none, his mother smiled that brilliant smile of hers which only multiplied the guilt he felt as he noticed that she was close to crying again.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" she exclaimed, "Come on, I'll get you something to eat and you can rest now,"

"No, Mother," he said whilst shaking his head, "Not now. I have to train,"

"But you just got back! You need rest, Trunks!"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Trunks said as he grinned comfortingly at her, "I have to get stronger; I have to protect those dear to me. Today, it was evident that I can't with my current power, but I can if I train harder!"

"Well, honey," she said, her heart filling with pride, "I think it's time I told you a little secret,"

Author's Notes: Again, I'm so sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoyed the extra lengthy chapter! Please review and tell me what you honestly think! CC will be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of battle scenes, but I'll be sure to include them later on. The only reason I didn't was because Eighteen didn't help in the battle and it was kind of what she saw which wasn't much.

I'll be posting the characters' power levels. However, these power levels are by no means accurate; they are just for you to compare the characters' strength. So here they are:

Cyborg 17: 150M (suppressed)

Trunks: 35M (Max Power)

Android 16: ?

Cyborg 18: ?

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References:

1: From dragonball. wikia: Trunks slashes the opponent multiple times with his swrod in rapid motions.

2: From dragonball. wikia: Trunks swings his sword rapidly, sending waves of energy blades that hit the opponent.

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