Trunks couldn't help but notice the slight tremors that had suddenly began. He had no idea what was causing them but he felt like they were growing stronger and stronger.

Standing in a hallway, the young saiyan didn't know what his best course of action would be. However, he did feel the shaking coming from his left side.

That was when the wall burst apart, Tretton's large blue body plowing through with a large smirk on his face. With one arm drawn back, he swung his fist at the oddly colored saiyan.

Reacting, Trunks ducked the punch as it slammed into the wall behind him. Purely on instinct, the warrior threw his own punch, which landed right on his opponent's chest. Surprisingly, the punch actually affected the brute as he flinched backwards, slightly stunned. That gave Trunks the perfect opportunity to perform his next move.

Dashing away from Tretton, Trunks hauled ass down the hallway, never looking back.

Comically, Tretton blinked in disbelief at his retreating opponent. What in the world was that guy doing? "Hey, get back here!" he barked before storming after him.

"Why do I always get the tough guys?!" Trunks yelled to himself. Seriously, why was it always him? Goten and Gohan always got the easier ones; but not him. There was a deity that wanted him dead, he was sure of it.

Suddenly, the saiyan saw a light at the end of the passageway. Before he knew it, he was in a wide, open space. Well, this was better than fighting in a hallway. Trying to stop himself, Trunks ended up skidding on the floor with his feet. As that skidding slowed him down, he twisted his body around to face the entrance he had just used. Quickly, he stuck his arms in the air before swinging them about in a fast, repetitive motion. At the end of the pattern, he stuck his hands straight in front of himself; his palms facing out with his fingers spread apart; the tips of his thumbs and forefingers touching. It was just in time too as Tretton came running into the room.

"Burning Attack!" Trunks shouted as a medium sized ki ball fired from his hands, racing towards its blue target. Unprepared for the attack, Tretton ran into it head on as flames and smoke erupted around him.

However, the android wasn't so easily taken down. Emerging from the smoke, Tretton was still running as if he hadn't been hit, both of his arms crossed in front of his face. With a jerk, his arms were at his side as he closed the distance between him and Trunks.

The moment he was within hitting distance, the blue android swung a punch. Reacting, Trunks ducked the punch, moving backwards as he did so.

Undeterred, Tretton began throwing punch after punch at his opponent, all the while moving forward while the oddly colored saiyan dodged and backed away from the fists. That was until after one punch, instead of backing away, Trunks leapt up into the air and slammed his knee into Tretton's chin. The blow caused the android's head to snap up as the saiyan flipped in midair after the contact and landed back on the ground a short distance away.

"You're a bit slower Tretton," Trunks called out, a small grin on his face.

"Watch your tongue, monkey!" Tretton shouted as he twisted his body to face his foe and raised an arm; a red energy blast firing from his hand shortly after.

In response, Trunks kept one of his feet planted as the other moved behind it while he maintained his stance, causing his torso to turn to a side. Keeping his head in place, Trunks watched his opponent as the blast flew beside him. The saiyan couldn't help but smirk as he saw the look of irritation on Tretton's face becoming more heated. Letting out a cry, the android began firing multiple energy blasts at the oddly colored saiyan.

Once again, Trunks just moved one leg which caused his body to turn with it. However, the moment that foot touched the ground, he was moving his other leg to put it behind like before. This caused a bizarre looking dance to occur as Trunks just kept avoiding each and every beam.

Throughout this, Trunks couldn't help but notice how easily he was handling this fight. The last time the two had met, the saiyan prince had been on the tail end of a butt-whooping. Since that fight, the boy hadn't really been in too many fights; the one with Wheelo only coming to mind. Perhaps his recovery from both encounters had increased his power considerably; that was the only explanation he could think of.

"That's it!" the blue android shouted as he ended his energy blast barrage. "I've had it with your toyin'! I'll make sure to blow you into itty, bitty pieces with this next attack!"

Holding his hands out in front of him, a decent sized, red energy ball appeared; a transparent sphere surrounding it soon after. "S.S. Deadly Bomber!" Tretton shouted as he brought the attack over his head and threw it at his opponent.

Instantly, Trunks had his sword drawn and ready to use. As the ball raced closer to him, he suddenly disappeared, reappearing a small distance behind it, crouched. Before Trunks had used his speed, his blade had been held out diagonally in front of his body. When he had appeared on the other side of the attack, his sword was now held at his side, pointing away from him. That was when the Deadly Bomber split in half, looking like two miniature forms of the original ball, and drifted away from each other. A second later, both halves destabilized and exploded into clouds of smoke.

To say Tretton was stunned was an understatement. Never had he thought his Deadly Bomber could be sliced in half. He was losing this fight; something he had to change right then and there.

Letting out a war cry, the android rushed towards Trunks. Before he reached him though, he suddenly disappeared, catching the saiyan off guard for a moment. That was all Tretton needed as he suddenly appeared right in front of his opponent, his bulky knee imbedded into his stomach.

Spit flew from the saiyan's mouth as he leaned over the knee. However, before Tretton could do anything else, Trunks used a burst of speed to disappear once more, reappearing midair behind the android's head; his leg being swung to land a kick on the blue hulk's head.

Tretton let out a yelp of pain as he stumbled forward. Turning to look behind him, he saw Trunks landing a decent distance away once again. Growling, the android fully turned his body to face the saiyan, raising his arms up and forming another Deadly Bomber. Copying the same movements as before, raising the attack above his head, he threw it at the saiyan.

And like last time, Trunks drew his sword and used his speed to rush in again, slicing the Deadly Bomber into two small ones.

However, instead of exploding, both halves drifted through the air before making U-turns, moving in to attack Trunks from behind. Had the saiyan not seen the smug look on Tretton's face, the tactic would've worked. Leaping high into the air, Trunks let out a curse as both red balls followed his trail.

"Damn it," Trunks said aloud as he sheathed his sword. He should've known the same trick wouldn't have worked again; now he had two of those nasty balls after him. Flaring his aura around him, the saiyan took off flying through the air; the two Deadly Bombers racing after him.

Altering his flight, Trunks headed for the floor, landing on it in a crouched position. However, he didn't stay in that spot for long, running towards Tretton with the homing attacks still following him.

Tretton, however, saw an opportunity. As Trunks dashed towards him, the blue android began charging at the saiyan, aiming to nail him with a punch that would force him to be hit by his Deadly Bombers.

As the two fighters closed in on each other, Trunks suddenly disappeared from sight, appearing far behind the android. Realizing what had just happened, Tretton tried to stop his momentum but was too late as his own attacks rammed into his torso and exploded on him.

"You think he would've known I was gonna do that," Trunks commented as he watched the large cloud of smoke. In all honesty, the oddly colored saiyan hadn't expected that tactic to work. He wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth though.

As the smoke cloud dissipated, Tretton was revealed, pissed off; the white chest plate on his upper body cracked all over. "I'm gonna make you pay for that," he threatened. "I'm gonna tear ya ta shreds and make a Thanksgivin' dinna out of your remains!"

Trunks smirked. Not only had his tactic worked, but it had also damaged the large android. All he had to do now was focus the majority of his attacks on that area of Tretton's body and the fight would be his.

There was just one problem; Tretton wasn't the type to just let him have his way. He would have to plan each and every move he did to the smallest detail.

And that was where another obstacle made itself known. Trunks wasn't too sure any of his techniques could have the same impact as the android's own attacks. Well, at least any techniques he could charge up quickly. About the only move he could consider was his Big Tree Cannon, but Tretton had already seen the capabilities of that.

And unfortunately for the saiyan, his blue opponent had finally allowed his anger to consume him. With a war cry, the android charged at the warrior like a raging bull. With a fist drawn back, Tretton threw it with as much force as he could muster.

Reacting, Trunks ducked the punch and threw his own counterattack punch, which landed on the android's cracked chest plate. Satisfaction welled up into the saiyan as he noticed the dent and new creation of cracks form at the point of his punch's impact.

That, however, left him wide open for a vicious left hook that stunned the oddly colored saiyan. Drawing back his right arm again, Tretton threw an uppercut that nailed Trunks under his chin, sending him off the ground and drifting towards the roof. The android stopped that result quickly as he used his left hand to grab onto his opponent's leg; stopping the upward momentum. With his other arm pulled back once more, Tretton threw another brutal punch that nailed Trunks in the groin.

An inhuman scream flew from Trunks' mouth. The amount of pain he was feeling was incredible. If he could've died right then and there, he would've gladly embraced death.

Alas, he didn't get his wish as he was still alive and very conscious. Tretton, though, wasn't done with his assault. Releasing Trunks' leg, he aimed his hand right at the fighter's chest and gathered his red energy into his palm; firing an energy blast that sent the saiyan flying into the wall behind him.

After his unwilling body slam into the wall, Trunks fell to the ground, clutching his throbbing crotch. That low blow was still affecting him, keeping him off his feet as he tried to recover from the hit. The bad thing was the saiyan doubted he could even defend himself in his current state; not an ideal position while sharing a room with a bloodthirsty android.

Heavy footsteps alerted Trunks to Tretton's approach. "If you think that's the worst I can put ya through, you're sorely mistaken," he said. "I ain't done with beatin' ya ta death."

Trunks looked at the approaching android with apprehension. What ever that blue hulk had in mind would surely not be pleasant to the saiyan; most likely more damaging than a shot to the crown jewels. He needed to think of something fast or he wouldn't be living in one piece soon.

But what could he do? The guy was practically impenetrable; not to mention that metal skeleton of his. The last time, he had been able to slice through it without difficulty with his sword. Their previous match had informed him that his opponent's outer skin had been improved to withstand that sort of attack.

But that sword immunity should've been true for the skeleton as well, at least the first time. The fact that the metal didn't conduct ki was what made it vulnerable the last time…

And then it hit him. Trunks needed to put as much ki into one of his fists and strike with it. With the weakened state of his chest plate, that was the ideal place to land his attack. Only problem was getting the necessary ki needed in order to make his hit successful. With his body trying to adjust to the painful jolts in his system, it would make the task more difficult then it had to be.

Oh well, can't have everything.

Gathering his ki, albeit distorted from his usual method, Trunks noticed that Tretton had stopped his march and stood right in front of him, staring down at him with a predatory look. "You're up to somethin'," the android commented. "My sensors tell me you're powerin' up; but what for? You gonna blast me or somethin'?"

Though it took all of his willpower, Trunks stopped himself from smirking. That would've given his true motive away and he needed every advantage he could get.

Leaning down, Tretton grabbed the armor strap of Trunks' armor and pulled him off the ground. "Well, don't bother with your plan. It ain't gonna work on me, monkey." With his other hand, he began charging up his own energy, forming a red orb in his palm. "Get ready for a new world of pain."

As quick as lightning, Trunks threw his ki charged fist at Tretton; the punch landing on the cracked chest armor and breaking right through it. The devastating blow caught the android off his guard, causing him to widen his eyes from shock and lose control of his gathered energy. The red ball faded from his hand soon after as Tretton looked down at the arm sticking out of his chest; an ominous, golden glow emanating from within the wound and up his opponent's arm.

That was when his saiyan opponent allowed a growl to leave his lips. "Die already you son of a bitch! Die!" And with that, Trunks released all of his gathered ki within the blue android's body.

Almost immediately, golden light shot out of the android's eyes and mouth as he began to scream. Soon after, small rays of energy began to burst out all over his body. Gradually, the lights became stronger and stronger until a giant pillar of energy burst from in between his shoulders, enveloping his head.

A moment later, Trunks stopped pouring out his energy and watched as the rays of ki dim away and leave the small openings they had used all over the android's body. The biggest hole was the one where his head should've been; said head completely gone.

Reaching up, Trunks grabbed onto the deceased Tretton's hand and pried it off his armor strap. Falling to the ground, the saiyan watched as his opponent's lifeless body teetered backwards and crash to the ground.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the warrior sprawled over the ground he laid on; finally getting the time he needed to recover.