The Three Legendary Saiyans

Chapter 28: Assassination and Execution

When Raijin and Future-Trunks finally returned to the abandoned subway; a flock of soldiers and people rushing to their aid after the pair collapsed to the wounds and injuries, Raijin awoke to find his dirty and damaged gi had been replaced with a pair of torn jeans that exposed his knees and a red vest; he also realised that he's been cut a lot more than just in his lower back, bandages covered his right forearm, left shoulder, stomach, right thigh, left knee and left pectoral.

"Hey; we didn't think you'd make it after all those wounds" a guard spoke; turning up the sheet of the medical tent, an AR-15 Rifle lay primed in the guard's arms.

"How long was I out for?" Raijin groaned as he tried to move; pain shooting across his body from all the wounds he'd suffered.

"Several hours… you must have been so high on adrenaline that your brain didn't even register those wounds while you were fighting that monstrous so-called-god" The Guard spoke in a bitter tone, cocking his gun while standing in front of Raijin.

"That battle doesn't matter right now… where is Future-Trunks?" Raijin spoke in a strained voice, disliking the threat of the gun as well as the bitter tone of the guard's voice.

"In the other Tent; Future-Yajirobe is with him as his guard while I'm here for you… though I don't like it" The Guard spoke again; shrugging his shoulders and callously pointing his primed weapon at the other tent, situated at the other end of the refuge.

"What about Future-Mai?" Raijin asked; groaning as he rose out of the bed and to his feet, his footsteps moved and felt heavier and slower than normal after taking so many wounds at Zamasu's hands.

"She left with three others of a recon mission… but they were rather heavily armed" The Guard spoke: nervously cocking his gun as if he was withholding information.

"That does not sound good" Raijin spoke without even looking at his rather nasty Guard, slinging open the tent and slowly walking out into the central hub of the station, whispers and murmurs echoes around the abandoned station at the sight of the wounded Saiyan.

Before Raijin could enter the medical tent; the two children Haru and Maki intercepted him, Haru and Maki held a tray of food between them; the tray was laden with a thick and sizzling beef streak joined with carrots, cauliflower, broccoli and a crusty bread roll, a sealed bottle of fresh spring water and a bowl of green jelly.

Raijin stared down at the meal; the sweet smell of the sizzling steak made his mouth water and his stomach growled after not eating for nearly three days, "Thank you; but you kids need this meal more than I do".

Maki wore her same sweet and innocent smile while she heard the rumbling in Raijin's stomach, "I think your tummy is saying something other than what your mouth is saying".

"Where did a kid like you learn to speak so crudely?" Raijin asked; his parental feelings spiking up after hearing Maki's words, Maki looked away before bowing her head in apology.

"Hey! We got you this meal as a thank you for fighting for our people; so eat up!" Haru forced the tray into Raijin's hands and ran off along with his sister; dragging the little girl by her hand though Maki was sweetly waving back to Raijin.

Raijin smiled as he watched them; Haru reminded him of his own son, spotting the smiles and nodding heads of the people around him; Raijin sank down under a pillar and began to eat the delicious meal.

Raijin placed his hands together in prayer; thanking the gods for the meal before rising back to his feet and crossing into the second medical tent where Future-Yajirobe stood over a half-awake Future-Trunks.

"Wow; you survived… I owe a steak to Sir Eyepatch" Future-Yajirobe remarked with a grin; his left hand laying on the hilt of his katana.

"You were betting on whether I survived or not?" Raijin snapped at Future-Yajirobe; a brief offended look sparking in his eyes as a brief golden flame ignited around his body.

"I'm sorry… it was the idea of that guy who was guarding you; he can be an asshole" Future-Yajirobe closed his eyes while he spoke; his dislike for the soldier emanating in his voice and harsh words.

"Yeah; I'm not too fond of how he kept priming that gun at me… and at Future-Trunks' medical tent" Raijin noted; glancing back at the soldier, spotting that the man was still cocking his primed rifle while puffing at a cigarette.

"Yeah; he is… I heard that you stabbed Zamasu pretty good with my katana" Future-Yajirobe smirked while patting on the hilt of his katana; the light in his eyes spoke that he was glad that his old blade had survived the battle instead of being shattered into pieces.

Raijin smirked and gave a pleased nod to Future-Yajirobe while Future-Trunks rose to a sitting position and pulled his green army sweater over his bandaged chest, "Glad to see you made it out of that fight".

"I could say the same for you… has anyone seen Future-Mai? She's not in the refuge at all and no one had seen her since leaving on a routine scouting job" Raijin posed his question; his eyes narrowing on Future-Yajirobe for the information.

Future-Yajirobe turned away from Raijin and Future-Trunks; eager not to meet their prying eyes when he clearly knew something they didn't.

Future-Trunks and Raijin both loomed over Future-Yajirobe; their eyes collectively changing to the turquoise eyes of a Super Saiyan without completing their transformation as they both spoke in unison, "Where is Future-Mai?!".

Future-Mai sat in the backseat of an all-terrain vehicle speeding down what was left of the freeway towards the Northern Mountains and the destination of the hideout of Black and Zamasu; an M24 Sniper Rifle pressed against her chest, her Pump-action Shotgun sitting in the seat beside her and a single red-tipped bullet resting in her palm.

"Do you think we are doing the right thing? going on this mission? it's practically suicide!" The Young Soldier spoke while driving the all-terrain vehicle; a pair of Desert Eagles holstered to his hips along with a belt loaded with three Grenades.

"This plan is going to work; Future-Bulma left us this bullet to kill Black and that's what we're going to do!" Future-Mai closed her eyes to speak a silent prayer for Future-Bulma's Soul and the souls of all those who'd fallen to Black's hand, upon re-opening her eyes; Future-Mai loaded the single bullet into the rifle with a look of fierce determination.

"I sure hope so; I want to eat that juicy steak in front of Future-Yajirobe's face when Raijin wakes up alive after all those wounds" The Eyepatch Soldier laughed out loud; licking his lips in anticipation, an AK37 Assault Rifle and multiple clips sitting in his lap along with a RPG Rocket Launcher.

"God; that's mean" The Elderly Soldier joined in the laughter despite how dangerous their real mission was, a M4 Carbine Rifle sitting against his shoulder will he sat in the passenger side seat.

"So how's that single bullet going to kill Black?" The Young Soldier asked; glancing back at Future-Mai even though he was driving the vehicle.

"I'm not quite sure myself but Future-Bulma created it to kill Black, and the Bulma that came from the other Timeline confirmed that the bullet could pierce Saiyan Skin… this is our one hope" Future-Mai closed her fingers around the single bullet before loading it into her sniper rifle, The Three Soldiers quietly nodding to each other as the forests surrounding The Northern Mountains came into view.

Future-Yajirobe spilled everything to the two Saiyans, how Future-Mai had taken three of the best soldiers the resistance had to assassinate Black after he'd been spotted with Zamasu by scouts at a mountain cabin in The Northern Mountains, taking a slew of weapons as well as a secret weapon that only she and Future-Bulma knew about: a bullet that could kill Saiyans.

"When was this bullet made?" Future-Trunks demanded to know; slamming his fist down on top of a table and breaking it into splinters.

Raijin felt curious about the bullet though he wondered if his Bulma had been secretly creating such bullets with Ewan in The Research Laboratories where The Bio-Warriors, New Recovery Chambers and The Holo-Reality Chamber had all been created by their partnership.

"I have no idea… Future-Mai only mentioned it to me when she was about to leave… and that was a few hours ago" Future-Yajirobe spilled; sweat beaded profusely from his forehead and back in fear of what the pair might do to him if he didn't tell them everything he knew.

Future-Trunks didn't need nor want to hear anything else; he reached out and took his jacket and sword before marching out of the medical tent with Raijin following after him without speaking another word to a scared and stunned Future-Yajirobe.

"Future-Trunks… you should eat something before you go" Raijin spoke; following after Future-Trunks as he made a beeline directly for the stairwell to the city surface, his sword slung over his shoulders as always.

"I don't need any food; I ate before sleeping! We leave… NOW!" Future-Trunks bellowed as soon as he left the refuge with a desperate look in his eyes and his blue hair spiking and blazing into the golden spikes of Super Saiyan 2; flames of gold and blue igniting around his body as he took off and flew in the direction of The Northern Mountains.

Raijin let out a deep sigh; his left hand touching his injuries and figuring that his body could only handle a Super Saiyan 2 Transformation as of right now, clenching his fists as he too transformed into the golden blaze and white lightning-charged Super Saiyan 2 Form and following after Future-Trunks; his intent to save the group without letting anyone die at Zamasu's hand.

Future-Mai was laying down in the grass and moist dirt; propping the sniper rifle on a tripod to support the guns barrel, Future-Mai lent in closer to the scope to the point she could see perfectly down the crosshairs, the targeting lines squaring in on Black; of whom was sitting out on the veranda of the pristine mountain cabin along with Zamasu.

"Just one more battle with the Saiyans and I shall reach my ultimate peak of strength; I cannot wait for that moment" Black sat at a wooden table opposing Zamasu while he prepared the very same green tea that Gowasu had drunk moments before his death, Black smiled devilishly while he spoke.

"Only those who are truly righteous can succeed in any venture" Zamasu spoke coolly and calmly while serving the tea for himself and his comrade, sinking into the seat opposite Black.

"Indeed" Black spoke only a single word before taking a sip of the delicious green tea.

"We need only to wait for our enemies to arrive…" Black was cut off from his sentence when a sudden unexpected impact shattered his tea cup into a mess of tea and ceramic fragments and flung him from his chair onto the floor in a crumpled heap.

Future-Mai panted heavily watching Black through the scope; sweat beaded across her forehead in nervousness that the shot may or may not had succeeded.

"Did the shot work? Is Black dead?" The Eyepatch Soldier asked with baited breath, loading the fully-loaded magazine into his AK47 Assault Rifle in preparation for escape or a fight for their lives.

"It seems we have a sniper nearby…" Black spoke; his eyes flitting open with a look of irritation while only the slightest scratch had marked his cheek where the bullet had struck him, rising back to his feet just as a dark pink flame engulfed his entire body upon transforming into a Super Saiyan Rose.

"No! the bullet failed and Black is coming for us… Run!" Future-Mai shot up from the dirt and ran deep into the forest alongside her three comrades: abandoning her now-useless sniper rifle at the vantage point.

The sun was already high in the blue skies; a blue sky was a rare sight in the countryside around the West City Ruins and even more so inside of the city limits as two streaks of gold flew at high speed across the wide open fields and ruined or derelict houses, Raijin and Future-Trunks both determined to make it to Future-Mai before Back or Zamasu could kill her.

The Eyepatch Soldier glanced back at the abandoned sniper rifle before taking off with his AK47 in his hands and the rocket launcher strapped to his back; his one good eye spotting the two aura trails blazing over the veranda, fear swelling up within his senses and a ball forming in his throat as he nervously took the rocket launcher from his back and hoisted the weapon over his shoulder; aiming the crosshairs of the targeting scope for the veranda and firing without a second of hesitation.

Future-Mai along with the Young and Elderly Soldiers glanced back upon hearing the sound of the rocket launcher being fired; silently gritting their collective teeth as they turned and continued to run with tears in their eyes for their comrade.

The rocket flew in a spinning arc before striking the outside wall of the cabin and engulfing the cabin in a ball of flames and smoke; destroying the cabin with a single shot, The Eyepatch Soldier grinned widely as he dropped the rocket launcher to the ground; his breathing suddenly drawing in sharply as a sudden heat spread down his back and chest, an Energy Blade piercing through his upper-body before the blade was dragged upwards and cleaving his head into two.

"Such a pointless effort from a pitiful mortal" Zamasu smirked proudly as he watched The Eyepatch Soldier's lifeless body crumble into the muddy grass; his blood and innards staining the ground he laid on.

Future-Mai felt a pained stab at her heart; though she didn't witness her comrade's death she still felt it in her heart; the only sound reaching her ears was the cackling laughter of Black, the man himself stepping out from behind a tree as he'd caught up with the three remaining members of the Assassination Team.

"Such a naughty little bitch" Black smirked; his right hand radiating with his dark-pink Energy Sword, The Elderly and Young Soldiers lunging past Future-Mai with guns in hand; firing and emptying their clips into the enemy.

The ringing of the pump-action shotgun and the duel desert eagles ran out; drowning out any and all other sounds, Future-Mai watched through wide, fearful eyes as Black smirked; bullets turned to little more than dust within the intensity of his Energy Sword's form of which was being used to cover his vitals, Black slowly stepped forward in-between each shot fired and with a single movement of his arm; The Elderly and Young Soldiers bodies collapsed as their weapons were sliced into irreparable pieces.

Future-Mai could only watch in horror as their blank lifeless eyes stared at her before their heads slid from their necks and rolled into the grassy mud; her mouth hung open in silent horror as her closest comrades besides Future-Trunks laid dead before her eyes, her hands seizing the Forty-five Calibre Glock from her thigh-holster; pointing the weapon directly in Black's face before pulling the trigger.

Echoes rang out as Future-Mai blindly and fearlessly fired shot after shot in the face of who she thought was Black; tears beaded from her tear-ducts for her fallen friends while her blind and furious firing came to a stop when her clip finally emptied.

"Are you finished?" spoke a cold voice, Future-Mai looked up from her blind and emotional outburst to find that she was firing her Glock into the face of Zamasu instead of Black, the impact of the bullet had done little to no damage to his green skin.

"You've fired every bullet you have… your last effort was valiant but foolish!" Black smirked callously; his sword humming as he prepared to take Future-Mai's life as well as her head.

Future-Mai closed her teary-eyes; swallowing down her last breath in the face of certain death, her thoughts went to the children Haru and Maki, the elderly people waiting to see the sun rise of their home one last time before they passed on, Future-Trunks standing alongside his father: Vegeta with proud smiles, Goku standing triumphant over Black and Zamasu, and Raijin who'd been so supportive of her true feelings; giving her away at the wedding alter where her groom: Future-Trunks stood in wait for her, those thought stayed with her until the moment she opened her eyes to the sight that stood before her.

"Thank the heavens we made it; are you alright?" Future-Trunks yelled; his body radiating the Blue/Gold flames of his new form while he and a Super Saiyan 2 Raijin grappled with Black; halting his execution of Future-Mai.

Raijin turned and smiled at the young woman; a smile that not only filled her heart with a sense of safety but warmth, "You shouldn't have done this Future-Mai… it was too dangerous".

"And it would have been so much easier if you'd left this Timeline alone Saiyan" Zamasu goaded in a cocky tone; his sinister smile ever-present.

Black pulled back from the grapple; his sword still humming against his right hand though he hated having been deprived of Future-Mai's execution, a smirk forming on his face as his eyes glanced out to the horizon for only a second before focussing on Raijin.

Raijin felt an involuntary shiver down his spine in the way Black was staring at him.

"So; you've returned" Spoke the voice of Zamasu; the so-called Supreme Kai himself emerging from behind a grove of trees.

Future-Trunks instantly drew his sword; holding the blade aloft as if he was ready to take Zamasu's or Black's head at any moment, "You'll pay for what you've done this day and all days since you came here! For taking the lives of my comrades!".

Zamasu and Black both laughed at Future-Trunks' speech; their shrill laughter sending chills down the spines of Future-Trunks, Future-Mai and Raijin.

"Comrades? Let me ask you this one question my dear Saiyans… what were their names?" Zamasu spoke with a sickeningly satisfied smile as he already knew the answer.

Raijin felt a sickening lump of guilt fall inside of him; he'd never once asked any of the soldiers they'd met for their names and instead referring to them by a distinct characteristic, he'd been escorted to the abandoned subway refuge by The Young and Elderly Soldier's while The Eyepatch Soldier had been there to assist them in any way he could Raijin felt an awful feeling as his eyes found the beheaded bodies of The Young and Elderly Soldier's.

Future-Trunks bowed his head down after spotting the two beheaded bodies; their eyes staring blankly at the blue skies above, a wave of sorrow and failure to save them washed over his mind; his own sword lowering in the moment of guilt.

"You call these mortals your friends… comrades even but neither you knew their names! You are pitiful" Black sneered; grinning widely while his eyes remained locked on Raijin.

Raijin and Future-Trunks both opened their eyes, eyes filled with furious raging flames that matched their newly reignited auras; pillars of energy that radiated all the way up into the blue skies and forced black clouds to form under the immense power their bodies radiated.

Zamasu merely grinned at their display of power; the power to change an atmosphere or change weather was nothing new to his eyes, but before he could speak; Raijin's fist collided with his grinning mouth.

Raijin and Zamasu barrelled through the forest; tearing down tree after tree in his furiously destructive charge, Future-Trunks and Black had engaged in another furious sword duel; the clash of steel against energy sent shockwaves crashing through the forest.

Future-Mai stayed sat in the blood-stained muddy grass; the emptied out Glock in her shivering hands, she watched as birds escaped from their nests and squirrels ran from the falling trees and up new trees; watching as Raijin and Future-Trunks engaged in another battle… Future-Mai gripped the handle of the shotgun she had hidden in her duster coat.

Black and Future-Trunks struggled against each other as a parry turned into a blade lock; sparks flew off the steel blade of Future-Trunks' sword as Black applied pressure to his own Energy Sword and making it grow even larger, The Energy Sword changing from a scimitar-shape to an oversized broadsword.

"How are you making that sword bigger?!" Future-Trunks cried out; the energy from Black's sword burning at his arms.

"Because every time you wound me! I get stronger because of your accursed Saiyan genes!" Black shouted in Future-Trunks' face; a wide insane grin spreading across his face when the sound of a shotgun blast forced the two apart.

Black sneered at the woman who'd fired the shot; his energy sword shirking back down to its scimitar-shape, Future-Mai stood with her Pump-action Shotgun cradled in her hands and the barrel pointed at Black.

"You bitch" Black muttered under his breath; his brow furrowing in his anger, before he could take a step towards Future-Mai; a tree was uprooted only to fall directly in-between the two.

"What?" Future-Trunks had to ask himself what happened as the tree just seemed to suddenly uproot itself and fall in-between Black and Future-Mai when a bleeding figure stepped out from the hole the tree had been standing in.

Raijin stood on wobbling legs; his wounds had reopened during the furious charge against Zamasu and blood streamed out from his injuries, Future-Mai stared at Raijin in horror while Future-Trunks felt like he needed to rush to Raijin's aid but also needed to stay by Future-Mai.

A slight chuckle emanated from Black as he glanced at the weakened Raijin; a sinister smirk crossing his lips.

Future-Trunks kicked off the fallen log to Future-Mai's side; choosing to defend her though Raijin only agreeingly nodded towards Future-Trunks instead of wishing he'd rushed to his aid; Raijin's breathing became increasingly heavier while he bled.

Future-Mai glanced back at the bodies of The Young and Elderly Soldier's; opting to rush back to her fallen comrades while Black broke into laughter at Raijin's sorry state.

"You mortals are pathetic fools! You rush into a fight in your condition? If you wish to die I'll be happy to oblige you like I did to the other you!" Black spoke; his devilish grin widening when mentioning another Raijin.

Raijin gripped his bleeding left shoulder; one of his eyes closing from a fresh cut just above his left eye, "What are you talking about?".

"Why he means the you of this Timeline; the you that returned to New Namek" spoke the voice of Zamasu materialised beside Black; not having a single wound or even a speck of dirt or blood on his robes, "We took great pleasure in killing that version of you".

Future-Trunks gripped his sword even tighter; a clear dislike for what was coming evident in his expression, Future-Mai remained hunched over the deceased Young Soldier; seemingly kneeling down in her emotions of loss.

Black held out his left hand to Raijin as he spoke, "Yes; we found a version of you on another planet: New Namek! The Other You… or Future-Raijin I should say fought me in this very same form; a Super Saiyan 2 I believe, I tore each arm and each leg from his body before burying him under the corpses of every single Namekian on that pitiful world" Black made sure to slow down his speech and clench his fist when mentioning the corpses of the Namekians to draw on Raijin's emotions.

Raijin saw the mental image of his Future-Self's death; buried under hundreds of Namekians along with their severed heads placed around like a mass grave, his anger rose to its boiling point as his golden aura changed to a deep red while his body glowed with the same deep red when a brilliant flash of flames engulfed Black and Zamasu in a blinding explosion.

Raijin felt a hand grip his right arm and pull him back; turning to see who grabbed him onto to see Future-Trunks had slung Raijin's own right arm over his shoulders and Future-Mai held under his left arm as he flew to get out from the forest as quickly as possible.

"What the hell was that?" Raijin shouted; blood dripping from his chin and fingers as he was carried away at high speed.

"A grenade; our friends left them behind for us" Future-Mai grinned; holding her shotgun as well as two more grenades in her arms.

"But how? Black and Zamasu were watching our every move!" Raijin asked; the blood dripping into his left eye caused his vision to be dyed red.

"She faked her emotional breakdown to take a couple of grenades from that grenade belt on our fallen comrade; a clever move" Future-Trunks failed to suppress a proud smile when he looked to Future-Mai, Future-Mai blushing beet red at her praise.

"Yes it was clever; pity you won't get another chance at that!" Zamasu and Black spoke at once; rounding up on Future-Trunks, Future-Mai and Raijin on either side, Future-Mai smirked as she threw her last two grenades into their faces and watched them explode; their pins having already been pulled.

"Good one!" Raijin yelled as they finally broke free of the forest; Future-Trunks setting his ally's down just beside the all-terrain vehicle.

Future-Trunks hurried over to the vehicle and opened up the driver-side door for Future-Mai but she shook her head, "No, too risky".

"She's right; Black and Zamasu will just blow up the vehicle with us inside" Raijin spoke; leaning against the vehicle while looking increasingly worse-for-wear with his profuse bleeding.

Future-Trunks bit down on his bottom lip; cursing his foolishness in even thinking that they could use the all-terrain vehicle, Before he could think of another escape route; Black and Zamasu burst out from the treetops and lunged for the pair with their respective sword and blade ready to take their lives.

Black and Zamasu were right on top of Future-Trunks and Future-Mai while Raijin was too weak to stop them until two brilliant flashes of blue illuminated the darkened skies as the two streams of blue flames collided with the pair and halting their assaults.

Raijin felt a warm smile cross his lips when two figures emerged within the jets of blue flames, "You two sure took your time… welcome back".

Black and Zamasu both wore angered expressed as they both stared down into the smiling faces and focussed eyes of the pair of Super Saiyan Blue's: Goku and Vegeta.