Hello friends!

It has been a long time since the last update. I had promised to do it regularly, but things came up that were out of my control. For example, I had to work extra hours because the roof of my house started to crack. Since we are in the rainy season, water began to leak, and I had to take out my belongings while the builder worked. It was uncomfortable weeks, as the scattered material affected me more than expected.

Due to the dust and other allergens in the environment, I developed severe conjunctivitis that lasted more than 15 days. Conjunctivitis is an inflammation of the membrane covering the eye and the inside of the eyelids, and in my case, it was quite painful. My eyes were completely red, and I couldn't see clearly. I had to buy Sophixin, an extremely expensive medication used to treat severe eye infections. Unfortunately, due to the severity of the infection, I was forced to spend ridiculous amounts of money on medicines to recover my vision.

Additionally, since I needed to keep working, I wore special glasses that protected my eyes a bit, but still made my recovery very difficult. The extra hours and stress only complicated things more, and the last thing I wanted to do at that time was write. I hope you understand my reasons.

But let's not waste any more time with this introduction. Now, let's move on to the comments section, just as I promised.

Insane Wombat: That is something I am not going to do. The characters from DBZ are necessary for the development, but most of the plot will focus on Trunks, so don't worry about that.

CRUDEN: Rossweisse was introduced as a comedic element in the novels, so what you're telling me doesn't sound so far-fetched. I hope you keep reading, my friend.

blackdestroyer117: Gracias, la versión en español esta en mi perfil.

Dimiel: It's great to see you again, bro! I loved your great review, although I have to confess that I hold a bit of a grudge against you for deducing the main antagonist so easily. I wanted to keep the mystery! Well, it's a well-known character, so it wasn't easy to hide it.

Regarding Rossweisse, she is also my favorite waifu. I would dare to say she is one of the most beautiful women in the novel. It's a shame that, in the original work, she was only written as a comedic element, but here I will give her the respect that a woman of her caliber deserves.

It's great to know that you found the inclusion of Universe 2 interesting. Although it wasn't complicated to add; love is an inherent element in both universes, although to a much lesser extent in DBZ. However, that element became a bit more present in Super. In fact, I would dare to say that the ridiculous poses of the maho shoujo are emulated in both DB Super during the survival battle and in the DxD novel.

I wanted the fanfic to explore new dynamics and expand the lore without losing sight of what makes both universes so unique, but at the same time a little similar. Well, Ichibumi has declared countless times that he is a fan of DBZ.

Regarding the Time Patrol and Chronoa's presence, I appreciate that you recognize the approach I took. Although I don't plan to add her here and will only make simple mentions, if the plot requires it, I will consider including her.

Finally, the appearance of our final villain will not be organic; it will be caused by the recklessness and stupidity of certain characters, but I won't tell you who they are to keep you hooked on the plot. By the way, I commented on your fic and I look forward to knowing what will happen!

alexamir1988: I'm very sorry for making that mistake. I am re-reading the novels to ensure that I don't overlook small details like that in the future.

Phuxeds: was reading the material again and, unfortunately, I made a mistake. Alexamir1988 made me aware of that.

Temsen: You will have to wait a long time for that.

Some1call4MR-E: You never fail, bro, you never fail. Anyway, Toyotaro has not provided any verifiable information about extraterrestrial encounters on Earth, so I wouldn't dare to add that element for now. I will first let the story flow as it should, and then reconsider the idea.
Regarding the Time Patrol, it indeed has a greater presence in Universe 7, but it can sometimes cross into other universes if the story is threatened, as happened with Zamasu.
So your assumptions are somewhat accurate, although you were mistaken about the main villain of the story, which gives me a bit of satisfaction. I can't wait to see the expression on your face when you find out who it is XD.

Thanks for your comments! I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Alright, now that the Q session is over, let's get started with the chapter.


Chapter 14: Feast in Valhalla

The darkness enveloped the place. Trunks found himself in an infinite void, with no traces of life or light, similar to the Room of Spirit and Time, but this environment was pure darkness. The air felt heavy and oppressive, as if something was crushing him from all angles. He didn't know how he had gotten there, but a sense of fear was growing within him. His breathing quickened, for he could not comprehend what was happening and at the same time he was frustrated that he could walk within that space as if the laws of physics were invalidated. Determined to ignore such things, he began to explore the surroundings to see what clues he could find.

"Despite having committed the most unforgivable of sins, I can't understand how you can sleep so peacefully."

That voice, that FUCKING voice...

There was no need to see to know who it was. The tone was rough, unpleasant, noisy, and filled with hatred.

"Black," Trunks murmured, clenching his fists tightly, trying to maintain his composure, but the echo of the words made his blood boil.

"It's no surprise," another voice replied, with a tone softer but just as unpleasant as the first. "Mortals don't know the meaning of decency; do you think they understand what shame is?"

He knew who it was; it was the being that had taken everything from him: his friends, his world, his future, his hope...

Trunks looked at both of them, his blue eyes showing fury, gritting his teeth as his body trembled. He knew this wasn't real, that it was a nightmare, but the emotions were too vivid, too powerful to overlook.

Black directed his gaze toward Zamasu, with a sneer of contempt painted on his face, looking at Trunks as if he were the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Don't you think this is repulsive, Zamasu? Look at this mortal. He thinks he can flee, that he can leave his sins behind and start over in another place," Black said, dripping with pure sarcasm. "Moving to another world as if nothing had happened after bringing disaster and misery to his own..."

His tone dripped with mockery, as if the very idea were so ridiculous that it deserved nothing but his disdain.

"YOU BASTARDS!" the future warrior screamed, his blood boiling. "YOU WERE THE ONES WHO TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!"

The two addressed him with derision.

"AFTER ALL THE SLAUGHTER AND DESTRUCTION YOU CAUSED, HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT DECENCY?!"

His words were more than just anger; they were filled with desolation and despair. His body trembled, barely able to stand, and he fell to his knees, struggling to breathe while gazing with infinite hatred at the pair.

"But at the end of the day," Black replied, crossing his arms, "it was you who provoked all this. You were the one responsible for what happened to your world. For attempting that atrocity... for wanting to rewrite history."

"And knowing full well what you did," Zamasu continued, "WITH WHAT DAMNED RIGHT DO YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO LIVE ANOTHER LIFE?!"

"And worse still, you aspire to something you will never have," Black replied, laughing with contempt. "THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS FOR WHAT YOU DID. YOUR DESIRE TO LIVE AGAIN, TO HAVE A SECOND CHANCE, IS AN INSULT TO ALL THOSE WHO SUFFERED BECAUSE OF YOU."

Trunks didn't respond; his gaze was fixed on the void surrounding him, not focusing on anything in particular. The silence left in the wake of their words wasn't an attempt to challenge him, but rather a silent acceptance of the truth he was trying to avoid. Tears began to well in his eyes, not from weakness, but from the emotional burden that assailed him.

"I don't have the right..." Trunks finally murmured, his voice broken by the weight of guilt. "I don't deserve it, not after everything that has happened..."

Black began to laugh, first with soft chuckles that soon turned into a maniacal laugh, a high-pitched tone revealing how disturbed he was.

"Exactly, filthy mortal," Black said, crossing his arms and smiling arrogantly. "You don't deserve it. No second chances, no redemption. You're a failure trying to escape your mistakes, and when you die, the only thing waiting for you is eternal damnation."

Zamasu, with his cold and severe gaze, stepped closer, his words a direct blow to Trunks' heart.

"And worst of all, the new people who are getting involved with you will also be dragged down, condemned to suffer because of your actions. It's a cycle that will perpetuate, where your presence will bring misery to others."

The remorse intensified, making him feel smaller in that infinite void. The darkness enveloped him not only physically but also seemed to consume his hope, taking hold of everything he had ever believed possible.

"I don't want... I don't want any more tragedies," Trunks' voice trembled, and the tears finally began to fall, marking his face with the evidence of his pain. "Maybe I don't deserve to keep living, but I have to move on... I can't give up yet, because there's someone... who still needs me."

Black and Zamasu exchanged glances filled with mockery and disdain, relishing the torment they inflicted on Trunks. The darkness that surrounded them seemed to intensify, becoming a labyrinth of despair.

"Then watch, Trunks," Black said with a disturbing smile. "This world will shatter, it will crumble into nothingness, like a fragile dandelion carried away by the wind."

Zamasu raised a hand, pointing toward the void where Trunks was trapped. In the air, ominous fragments began to appear of this new world slowly crumbling away, the cries of the kids he saved from Kokabiel, the destruction of Asgard, the underworld, humanity.

The images of destruction intensified, the cries of those people mingling with Black's laughter and Zamasu's biting words, creating a symphony of pain that filled the void. Trunks felt his heart sink, and a new wave of despair washed over him.

"This is your destiny," Zamasu said, his voice resonating with an air of triumph. "An endless cycle of misery, misfortune, and destruction."

Black continued, "and the only one responsible for causing it is..."

"YOU!"

Trunks suddenly woke up, his heart still pounding and his mind clouded by the terror of the dream. He brought a hand to his face and, feeling the moisture on his cheeks, realized that the tears were still there, marking his skin with the evidence of his anguish.

The door opened slowly, and a maid entered, immediately noticing his anguished expression. Her eyes filled with concern as she saw Trunks sitting on the bed, with a lost look and a face soaked in tears.

"Etto..." the girl asked with an uncomfortable voice as she cautiously approached the warrior. "Are you alright?"

"I..." he said with a lost voice as he wiped his tears with the edge of his jacket. "It's not something of much importance." He cleared his throat a little as he tried to regain his composure. "Is there something you need?"

"Odin-sama sent me to look for you," the maid replied, her tone still showing a bit of concern.

Trunks looked at her with confusion, trying to shake off the overwhelming weight of his nightmare. He remembered that Odin wanted to show him something, but he didn't know what it could be; it had to be something important if it required his presence immediately.

"I understand," he said, trying to sound calm. "Please let him know I'll be down shortly."

The maid, seeing that Trunks was still struggling with his emotional state, moved a little closer, reflecting a mix of respect and sympathy in her gaze.

"Very well, I'll give you some space to freshen up. Afterwards, I can clean your room," she said as she left some bathing utensils on the table. "From what I understand, you have Japanese customs; I've reconfigured the bathroom to suit your needs."

"I appreciate it," Trunks replied, feeling a slight gratitude for her consideration.

"Odin-sama ordered me to attend to you promptly, though I appreciate the gesture," she continued, smiling at him as she left the utensils. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I thank you for your concern, but there's no need to worry about my state," Trunks replied, forcing a smile, though he still struggled with the echo of his nightmare. "I am in good condition."

"I understand," the maid said, nodding with respect. "I'll leave so you can freshen up."

Before she left the room, Trunks stopped her with a hand.

"Excuse me," he said, with a tone marked by seriousness. "I would appreciate it if you didn't mention anything to Odin-sama about what you witnessed, at least not for the moment."

The maid looked at him a bit incredulous about this request, but she understood that it wasn't right to meddle in others' affairs, so she would act with deference.

"Of course, Trunks-sama, your secret is safe with me."

With that, the maid left the room, closing the door softly. Trunks remained silent for a few moments, slowly diverting his gaze toward the bathing utensils she had left on a small nearby table. It seemed an insignificant detail, but in his emotional state, everything in the room felt heavy.

Little by little, he approached the table with almost robotic movements, as if the weight of his recent nightmare still lingered. He walked toward the utensils, but instead of picking them up, he stood there, motionless, staring intently at the reflection in the mirror that watched him from the other side of the room.

His eyes were still slightly red from the tears, showing the depth of the guilt he carried. The echo of Zamasu and Black's words continued to torment him, piercing his mind. The questions they had thrown at him resonated, mixing with his own thoughts. Did he really deserve a second chance? Was it right to start a life from scratch?

He brought a hand to his face, wiping away what was left of the moisture, but the weight of his thoughts remained. The mirror reflected a vacant stare, as if it contemplated a more tired and broken version of himself: a man trapped between two worlds. The warrior who had lost everything mercilessly and the man now desperately seeking a new purpose in this new life.

After a few moments, he let out a heavy sigh, took the utensils that the maid had left him, and headed to the bathroom with the intention of washing up. Not because he felt the need to, but because he needed any kind of routine to help push those thoughts out of his mind, at least for a moment.

Gremory Territory

A week had passed since Rias entrusted the sword to her blacksmith. The redhead was very happy, and the reason was simple: her father had called to notify her that the family's blacksmith had finally finished repairing the complicated sword of the young man who had saved them from Kokabiel's clutches.

Without waiting a minute longer, she went accompanied by her entourage, who were very excited but didn't show it openly, as visiting the family forge would allow them to see once again all those weapons, armors, and other items that were there. In everyone's opinion, the Gremory family blacksmiths crafted peculiar and astonishing artifacts that could rival a mid-level Sacred Gear. Issei, in particular, was thrilled to attend, despite being a hopeless pervert who spent most of his time thinking about women of all sizes and shapes. But now he was more interested in seeing how that adamantium sword looked.

"I can't wait to see it, I can't wait to see it!" shouted the brown-haired boy excitedly.

"It seems you're a bit impatient, Issei-san," Asia said, finding the brown-haired boy's expression amusing at that moment.

"Of course I am, Asia-chan!" Issei replied with a big smile. "Didn't you hear what the old man said? The adamantium sword is ready!"

Asia smiled nervously at the brown-haired boy's outburst.

"Um, the blacksmith said it was just a coincidence," she said, a bead of sweat trickling down her neck.

"Don't ruin my dreams, Asia-chan!" Issei interrupted, his tone a mix of amusement and frustration.

Asia laughed at her friend's almost childish behavior. Although she was still learning about these customs, her education and upbringing as a nun left her with some doubts. However, seeing that the others remained interested as they entered the forge, she understood that there were more exciting things to discover. For the group, it was also a novel experience; observing Issei through a different lens, they realized that the brown-haired boy was more than just a hopeless voyeur and sexually immature. They had discovered another of his interests, one a bit more normal, so to speak.

"Kyaaa, I can't believe how much my cute Issei and I have in common," she thought, a dreamy smile on her face that didn't go unnoticed by her servants. "When we have more free time, I would love for us to have an anime and American series marathon together… just you and me in a room with soft lighting in a romantic setting, to finally…"

Xenovia watched Rias carefully with a bit of suspicion, noticing the dreamy look that lit up her face. Then, in her limited reasoning, she came to a conclusion:

From the way Rias-Buchō looks at Hyōdō Issei like that, I'd say she's thinking about making babies with him," Thought the Durandall carrier with a slight grimace of curiosity as she took hes chin with her index finger and thumb. She seems to be experienced enough in these matters, I guess I'll have to ask her for advice so I can convince Trunks-dono to make lots of children with me.

"It's weird for Issei-sempai to be interested in anything other than spying on women on the sly," Koneko added in her typical stoic tone. "It's disturbing"

"What image do you have of me, Koneko-chan?" asked the brown-haired man, dejected, with a downcast look and a depressing blue background that showed his depression from Koneko's words. Asia tried to cheer him up by tapping him on the back.

"The one of a hopeless and desperate pervert,'" Koneko replied without changing her tone of voice, completely ignoring the brown-haired boy's mood.

After that tragicomic scene, the blacksmith made his entrance, surprising the young people. The muscular man wiped the sweat from his forehead after being exposed to extreme heat to finish repairing the weapon. His satisfied smile reflected the pride he felt for completing one of the most complicated tasks he had been given.

"'So, how is it?'" Rias asked, regaining her composure and wearing a stoic expression worthy of the Gremory clan heir. "'Were you finally able to fulfill the commission I entrusted to you?'"

"'It's ready,'" the blacksmith replied confidently, a satisfied grin on his face. "'Follow me.'"

The group smiled, knowing what was coming, and followed him to see how the sword looked in all its glory. Issei couldn't contain his excitement, as the place remained fabulous and interesting. Weapons, armors, shields, and various tools were everywhere. Although he wished to touch some of those items, he restrained himself, fearing he might break something by accident.

They finally arrived at the blacksmith's personal forge, Alder. Although a bit messy, the number of rare and interesting objects present amazed everyone. Even Kiba was impressed by the majestic swords, though he knew he couldn't try them out.

"Well," Rias said curiously, "where is it?"

"Right here," the blacksmith replied, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, sounds of gears echoed throughout the place, confusing those present. A magic circle manifested on the floor, expelling small amounts of magma. The heat was unbearable, causing everyone to start sweating. However, Rias, used to the eccentric blacksmith's outbursts, knew it was part of the presentation.

The magma rose and then began to descend, revealing a beautiful sword resting on a stone altar. Everyone was astonished at the sight of the weapon; Issei nearly had an orgasm seeing the shiny sword just like he had seen in his comics.

"It's… perfect," Rias said with a satisfied smile.

Asgard

After properly fixing himself up, he went down to the main wing of the castle, where a Valkyrie escorted him to a different location.

After cleaning up, Trunks descended to the main hall, followed by Mai. Once they arrived, they found the Valkyrie waiting for them on Odin's orders. The young woman approached one of the walls of the immense castle and began to recite a spell in a language that neither of them could decipher. After completing the incantation, a section of the castle opened, revealing a secret passage. Without saying a word, Rossweisse indicated for them to follow.

The journey was silent. Trunks walked with a distant expression, despite his mood appearing calmer. Mai, on her part, glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her gaze fixed on him as if she wanted to ask him something, but for some reason she couldn't understand, she didn't dare to do so.

Mai knew Trunks well enough to immediately detect when something was wrong with him. His eyes, which usually reflected an attractive strength and determination, now carried a different, darker aura that she couldn't ignore. Finally, she decided to break the monotonous silence that enveloped the passage.

Meanwhile, Rossweisse continued to advance with the grace and professionalism that her position required. However, from time to time, she cast curious glances at Trunks and Mai, as if trying to decipher a hidden puzzle. She didn't know why, but she felt a growing curiosity toward the pair of newcomers.

"'That look again,'" Mai murmured softly enough for the others not to hear. "'You dreamt about "that" again, didn't you?'"

"'That?'" Rossweisse thought, not missing a single detail of their conversation.

Trunks, surprised by her intuition, took a second to respond. He didn't want to worry her more than necessary, especially in a place surrounded by other people. His face tightened, but he tried to hide it, diverting his gaze.

"'It's nothing you should worry about,'" he said in a neutral tone, trying to end the conversation.

Mai frowned and stopped, forcing Trunks to do the same. Her face showed a mix of anger and frustration as she stared at him.

"'You know I hate it when you lie to me!'" she retorted firmly. "'Now I want you to tell me what's wrong.'"

Trunks sighed.

"'I told you already,'" the warrior said with a bit of weight, as if the conversation was starting to stress him. "'I'm fine.'"

He knew Mai had a strong temper and that the situation could escalate quickly. He noticed how anger began to reflect on Mai's beautiful face, and just when she was about to retort, both heard the Valkyrie clear her throat, interrupting the awkward moment and capturing their attention.

"'Excuse me,'" she said, approaching with a serious expression. "'I remind you that Odin-sama is waiting for you; you shouldn't keep him waiting.'"

"'You're right, Rossweisse-san! We're very sorry for the delay,'" Trunks replied hurriedly, forcing a smile while feeling Mai's piercing gaze fixed on him. At the same time, he was somewhat grateful for the Valkyrie's interruption.

Not fully convinced by that cheap act, the Valkyrie turned to continue her way. That exchange reminded her of many other situations she had witnessed throughout her life as a Valkyrie. Warriors who had gone through the horrors of war always carried with them a kind of pain that, although hidden, found a way to manifest.

"'I know that look well,'" she thought. "'It's the same look I've seen on many soldiers who returned from war with invisible scars that have reached Valhalla. What could have happened to him?'"

For the moment, she wouldn't say anything. She didn't know why Odin was interested in meeting him and bringing him to his lands. She had to assume he had something special that caught the attention of the Allfather. She wasn't one to judge; while he could be a hopeless drunkard, depraved, and vulgar, he wasn't one to do things for no reason. After all, he was the pillar of the Nordic faction, the supreme sovereign of Asgard.

Once they reached their destination, they encountered enormous wooden doors adorned with beautiful carvings of trees, whose emerald leaves seemed to move thanks to a magical spell that evoked a breeze in the hallway. Both young people were amazed by those magical details adorning the place. Rossweisse knocked on the door twice, and as she did, they slowly began to open, allowing them to enter the hall.

What their eyes found was something out of the ordinary. Men and women were celebrating as if there were no tomorrow in a huge hall brimming with life. The walls were adorned with armors, chainmail, and weapons of various sizes, each properly polished and in perfect condition. The enormous pillars majestically rose to the ceiling, which depicted the celestial vault in broad daylight, with soft clouds and a bright sun illuminating the place.

However, the main event and the attention of many of those present was occupied by a peculiar character narrating his most recent adventure. The sovereigns of Asgard were seated at a higher table, enjoying their respective appetizers and drinks while the others crowded around the enormous table, not wanting to miss a detail.

"'And then the enormous beast cornered us, and I realized we were in serious trouble!'" he declared with some mystery, keeping everyone in silence.

"'And what happened next?!'" shouted one of the diners, supported by the rest of the crowd.

"'Yes, what happened next?'"

"'Hmp, if you want to know so much, then I'll tell you,'" the character cleared his throat proudly. "'I thought of creating a distraction while I began to summon a storm, the most spectacular of all!'"

Trunks didn't know what the hell was going on here. Was this what Odin wanted to show him? A flamboyant guy narrating a story in the most exaggerated way possible? He couldn't understand why the god had brought him there to witness such a spectacle.

Despite his confusion, he couldn't help but feel admiration for the narrator's bravery and the way he told his tale. There was something captivating about how he recounted that adventure, something that made him reflect on his own life stories, although most of them ended with dire results.

"'Wow, kid, you finally made it!'" the elder greeted him, inviting him to come in. "'How was your night? I bet you haven't found a more comfortable bed, have you?'"

"'Well, um...'"

"'You'll tell me later,'" the god interrupted him with a smile. "Now, sit next to me, and let's listen! You join us too, Ross-chan!'"

"'I'm sorry,'" she replied monotonously. "'I need to return to my post immediately; I've fulfilled what you assigned me.'"

The elder raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"'Well, as rigid and boring as ever,'" he replied, taking a sip of his mead. "'If you keep this up, you won't get...'"

"'We really appreciate your attention to us, Rossweisse-san,'" Trunks said hurriedly, aware that if Odin mentioned those words, a ruckus would ensue like that time. "'If you'd like, you can leave. After all, you wouldn't want to be late, right?'"

The expression on Rossweisse's face was a poem. Her cheeks puffed out and her tears threatened to flow comically (like aqua's expression after kazuma called her useless after he had beaten her in a rock-paper-scissors game), knowing full well what the god was going to say to her. She felt the urge to cast a spell on Odin, but knew she had to attend to her duties. Without a word, the Valkyrie left the hall of Valhalla muttering too many expletives.

"Unfortunately, that beast somehow knew of my plan. Then, it used its paws to cause an apocalyptic earthquake and used its horns to split the sky in two, ruining the chance for a surprise attack."

Trunks and Mai were absorbed in the tale. What the god of thunder was saying was impressive; that enormous beast seemed truly powerful. Both wished they could have seen it with their own eyes.

The other listeners shared their fascination, including the gods. The story was genuinely entertaining.

"Its fury was relentless; no one could stop its advance," he mentioned seriously, pulling a peculiar hammer from his belt. "I used Mjolnir to strike back, but unfortunately, we couldn't do much. It was too tough, and it nearly pierced me with one of its horns." He lifted his shirt slightly, revealing a huge scratch on his abdomen.

Amazement swept through the room.

"Was that beast really that powerful?" asked a young Valkyrie, visibly impressed.

"Yes, my lady," the man replied, astonishing everyone even more. "Even when I attacked it with Mjolnir imbued with lightning, it wasn't enough. Its power was immeasurable, and its growing rage only made it stronger."

"How did you defeat it?" asked Trunks, unable to contain his curiosity. This made the man smile, pleased with the attitude of the newcomer.

The burly "adventurer" smiled gallantly.

"Elementary, my dear friend. Along with the soldiers of my squadron, we came to a conclusion: we had only one last chance," he mentioned, slowly spinning his hammer. "If that beast was tough and resilient on the outside, we only had one option: to attack it from the inside." He pointed his hammer at the cooked animal that had been part of the celebration. "At a certain moment, that beast opened its jaws and roared again. That was the crucial point."

He raised his weapon into the air as lightning began to crackle.

"I threw Mjolnir with all my might into its mouth, and the soldiers unleashed magical attacks. Everything went inside it," he recalled that battle with exceptional clarity, knowing it had been one of the most difficult he had faced. "Our united powers caused a fatal upheaval inside that apocalyptic beast. That's what gave us victory."

As he exclaimed this, lightning shot out in all directions from the high point of the hall, creating a light show that no one considered dangerous. Everyone enjoyed the spectacle, even Trunks, who was left speechless by the tale and the audacious display of power.

Trunks observed the man intently; his mind couldn't help but remember the conversation he had had with Odin shortly before. The god of Asgard had spoken to him about one of his sons, a formidable warrior possessing incomprehensible power. He sensed it in the ki and saw that the lightning obeyed his will; it didn't take long for him to conclude that the imposing figure before him was Thor.

The energy radiating from Thor was overwhelming, a brilliant aura pulsating with every movement. It was an impressive ki, far greater than Sirzechs, who was presumed to be one of the most powerful demons in the demonic faction. Trunks realized that despite Thor's youthful appearance, he possessed a power that defied comprehension, a level of strength only surpassed by Odin.

And yet he had been overwhelmed by that beast.

"That's why we celebrate today," Thor mentioned, approaching the enormous cooked animal. "Additionally, I would like to grant the rulers of Asgard a gift from this battle. But I will need help from our new guest."

"Me?" Trunks asked, incredulously pointing to himself. He felt overwhelmed when he received a nod from the god.

"That's right, my friend," Thor replied kindly, resting his hammer on his shoulder. "Please come."

Trunks felt hesitant, a mix of excitement and nerves washing over him. He didn't want to offend Thor, but he also didn't want to be the center of attention. Mai watched him and signaled with her eyes for him to step forward. Swallowing hard, he rose from his seat and approached the god, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon him. This experience gave him an uncomfortable tingling in his stomach.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, walking alongside him, his voice slightly trembling.

"As I mentioned before, even my mighty Mjolnir couldn't harm this beast. Its body was too hard," Thor explained, examining his hammer with a mix of nostalgia and challenge, making it bounce lightly in his palm. "But my father told me that you possess a special weapon capable of splitting stars, bending galaxies to your will, and tearing apart the universe itself."

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he realized how Odin had exaggerated things in his story. Was that really the custom of that faction? To exaggerate everything to the extreme? Uncertainty seized him as he reflected on the peculiar behavior of those around him. He couldn't be sure, but gradually he began to convince himself that this was indeed the norm.

"I don't know if it can split stars or bend the universe, as I've never tried such a thing," Trunks replied, shrugging with a tone of doubt.

"Don't be modest, boy!" Thor replied, a wide smile lighting up his face. "I can feel that sword emanates unparalleled power."

Trunks blinked, surprised by the confidence Thor seemed to have in him. The god of thunder's praise made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but strangely, it felt a bit reassuring. However, the pressure of being the center of attention and having to meet those expectations was overwhelming.

"What do you want me to do?" asked the warrior from the future.

"Simple, comrade," Thor replied as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "Cut off both horns of this beast, for the left one is gold, and the right one is diamond. Very valuable materials, without a doubt," Thor responded, pointing to the enormous cooked bull.

Trunks was surprised. He didn't know a living being could be born with such elements in its body; he only knew about the existence of dinosaurs in his world that had prominent horns and teeth, but he had never heard of a species whose materials like gold or diamond were part of their anatomy.

"My father said your sword is special; that's why I'm asking for your help to present this gift to our leaders, please."

Trunks felt doubt. The truth was that he didn't know if his sword could cut something so impressive. He didn't want to disappoint everyone present, much less be seen as a charlatan in front of the impatient crowd eager to see the power of that sword. There was an air of expectation, an expectation that, whether he liked it or not, he had to fulfill, as rumors were spread and the credibility of the father of all was at stake, although frankly, he didn't know why the hell Odin had spread the rumor that his sword could do such a thing.

After all, it was just a sword; an extremely heavy one, but at the end of the day, it was just a normal sword.

"Very well," he said with a resigned sigh. "Please step aside."

Everyone obeyed, stepping back to give him space. When he unsheathed the Z sword, the room was mesmerized. Although Trunks couldn't feel the power emanating from his sword, the others could. It was as if a thousand suns burned inside it, and its brilliance illuminated the hall. The murmurs of the guests echoed as some began to concoct sinister plans to seize it, ignoring that only Trunks had the capacity to lift it thanks to the enchantment that protected it.

"Here I go," Trunks murmured, steeling himself as he focused on the beast's horns. He remained stoic, analyzing where to cut. However, his insecurity made him question whether the Z could really do what the mighty Mjolnir had not achieved.

Slash!

Trunks made a cut that went unnoticed. None of the onlookers saw anything; they merely felt a gentle breeze, as if a soft wind had swept through the hall. In an instant, he was back, sheathing his sword with a grace and a ritual that seemed almost ceremonial.

The attendees were spellbound. Every movement of the future warrior was fluid and elegant, as if he were performing an ancient ritual. The blade shone intensely under the light of the hall, and the way Trunks retracted it from view seemed to seal a pact of respect with the legendary Z sword.

All the guests, from nobles to warriors, were entranced, daring not to blink. Trunks seemed in tune with time and space, as if he had suspended reality in that instant. The scene of the future warrior sheathing his sword was a moment that would be etched in the memory of everyone present.

That mutism was interrupted when both horns began to tremble before detaching from the skull, falling to the ground with an impact that resonated through the hall.

Cheers erupted immediately. The room exploded with shouts and applause; the boy had demonstrated that the Z sword was not just empty words. Mai felt proud; it filled her with satisfaction to see how the attendees recognized and cheered for Trunks' feat. She knew perfectly that this new world would help him heal. He just needed time, but she had faith that her friend's broken spirit would rise again, fiery and strong, like the phoenix rising from its ashes.

Trunks felt amazed by what had just happened, and that was evident on his face, reflecting a mix of disbelief and satisfaction at seeing the impact of his action.

"That was impressive, young friend!" Thor exclaimed, raising a horn filled with liquor in a sign of celebration. "Now more than ever, we thank you for being our guest."

After saying that, the god of thunder approached the enormous cooked bull and effortlessly grabbed both horns. Trunks watched as Thor lifted the heavy antlers without effort, as if they were mere feathers. It was a spectacle that made it clear that the physical power of the god was truly unmatched.

As Thor carried the horns with both hands, the crowd continued to cheer and celebrate Trunks's achievement. The young warrior felt a bit overwhelmed by the attention, but at the same time, a new confidence began to bloom within him. He silently thanked the gesture as he performed a respectful bow to approach where Frigg and Odin were.

He approached the kings' table and laid the horns in front of both as tribute. To Odin, he offered the solid gold horn, shiny and splendid, while to Frigg, he presented the pure diamond horn, which gleamed with a captivating light. Both gods looked at the gifts with approving eyes, appreciating the generosity of the god of thunder. These gifts were not only beautiful but also meaningful. They were undoubtedly worthy presents for two of the most powerful beings in Asgard, and they looked magnificent in their presence.

"Your gifts are among the best, my son," Odin mentioned, stroking his long, gray beard with satisfaction.

"We will treasure them as they deserve," Frigg replied, smiling with that maternal warmth that always characterized her.

The atmosphere filled with positive energy, and Trunks couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach from the mix of humility and honor that this interaction generated.

"There's no need for thanks," Thor, the ruler of the lightning, replied as he turned his gaze back to everyone present, raising his horn filled with liquor once more. "Come on, friends! Let's celebrate this glorious day as if there were no tomorrow!"

The hall erupted in cheers and applause, as music and laughter echoed throughout Valhalla.

As the celebration continued, Odin focused his attention on the warrior from the future, a sly smile forming on his face.

"I didn't know you enjoyed attracting attention like that, boy," the god exclaimed with a tone of amusement.

Trunks immediately flushed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention suddenly falling on him.

"W-well! I didn't mean to," he stammered, trying to clarify his stance. "All I did was treat my sword with the respect it deserves."

The father of all laughed loudly, enjoying the discomfort of the future warrior.

"Well, it seems you wanted to show off, ho ho ho," Odin replied, winking at him. "Though I find it admirable the respect you have for your battle companion."

Trunks didn't know what to say about that, but he still felt a bit grateful. Suddenly, both of their stomachs growled, eagerly responding to the delicious aromas their noses detected, flooding the massive hall. The sound did not go unnoticed by Odin, who turned to Trunks with a teasing smile.

"Ho ho ho!" the god laughed again, enjoying the situation. "It seems certain little ones are hungry."

Mai and Trunks exchanged glances, visibly embarrassed. The memories of their days in the devastated future were still fresh. It was evident that they had gone too long without tasting something delicious.

The mere idea of enjoying a banquet like that was almost unreal for them. The delicious aromas of the feast filled the air, standing in stark contrast to the rancid and unpleasant smells of their devastated world. Although Trunks and Mai's army had the luxury of tasting something decent when they received help from Bulma, he longed for him and Mai to be able to eat normally every day, without having to hunt rats in the sewers or search for food in the trash. Such thoughts did not escape the father of all.

"Join my warriors and don't hold back!" the father of all exclaimed loudly, calling both of their attention. "Satisfy your hunger and thirst with this humble feast!"

Nodding timidly, Mai and Trunks approached one of the dining tables to savor the food. Trunks, trying to control his Saiyan instincts, attempted to eat politely, although that didn't seem necessary. The situation became clear when he saw a beautiful Viking woman, seemingly fragile and delicate, devouring an entire roasted pig with a ferocity bordering on vulgarity, while holding a liquor jar that resembled more of a small barrel. Around her, the other diners, including Thor himself, showed the same lack of manners, even becoming somewhat grotesque. Only the kings of Asgard and their court at the royal table seemed to follow a more civilized protocol.

Mai, for her part, had decided to check out the new dishes being brought in, so she left Trunks for a moment, telling him she would be back soon.

"For the gods, my friend. It seems you have Jörmungandr in your stomach," commented an adventurous girl who had accompanied Thor to hunt that beast, laughing as she observed Trunks eat. This made him blush a bit; perhaps he should hold back a little. "You just arrived, and I already believe you are a relative of Grorman."

At that moment, a huge tankard slammed against the table, grabbing the attention of those present. It was a man of great bulk.

"Hey! You say that as if it were something bad," he replied playfully, wiping beer from his mouth with his arm. "Besides, are you calling me a glutton? Don't compare me to your brother, Röskva. He is someone who beats me in eating and drinking, and I dare say he surpasses this young man," he concluded, pointing at Trunks.

"And yet, Pjálfi doesn't gain weight. At least not like you," Röskva replied with a smile, causing the man to grunt as he continued drinking. She laughed, just like the others. "You don't seem to have that problem, from what I can see," she added, noticing Trunks's good physique.

"W-well... it's just that I usually train most of the time," he responded, a bit shyly.

"Oh! You eat like a Jotun and train like an Einherjar," said another of Thor's companions at the table while eating. "You may be a foreigner, but you have the customs of Asgard. I see why you adapted quickly, haha!"

The beautiful Valkyrie, who had been devouring the entire pig moments ago, overheard the conversation between the future warrior and Thor's companions with marked interest, so she decided to approach Trunks with a challenging smile.

"I saw your demonstration cutting the horns off that beast; it's clear you are strong," the woman said with a seductive tone and a look that Trunks couldn't decipher, but somehow made him feel danger. "And I would like to see it."

"See it?" the future warrior asked. The Valkyrie didn't lose her smile at any moment.

"Let's arm wrestle," she finally replied. "And let's make it interesting. If I win, I'll take your sword. And if you win..." the girl looked at him intently, licking her lips and contemplating him from head to toe as if devouring him with her gaze, "I'll give you a passionate night you'll never forget."

A loud "Ooooh!" accompanied by a few whistles resonated among the crowd.

"Wow, it's not normal for Brynhildr to offer that; you should take advantage of it, my friend," Grorman said with a mischievous tone, poking Trunks in the ribs with his elbow. "Not every day do you have a beautiful Valkyrie at your disposal, hahahaha!"

Trunks's face changed to a completely blue tone upon noticing the seductive gaze of the Valkyrie still fixed on him, and the fact that Thor's companions were encouraging him in that way didn't help at all.

"And well?" the Valkyrie asked with a bit of impatience. "I don't think you're a coward to reject my challenge, are you?"

Trunks swallowed hard.

"Uh... the thing is..." he stammered, looking for an escape as everyone stared at him intently. "Um... I'm recovering from... from my injuries from... from... a battle I had! Yes, a battle! And Eir-sama told me not to exert myself too much."

The Valkyrie leaned in closer to Trunks's personal space.

"You don't seem that injured," she said, tracing her finger down Trunks's pectorals, nearly making the future warrior moan.

Some of the men began to murmur and laugh among themselves, supporting the Valkyrie, while others felt envy towards him. The pressure mounted, and Trunks felt heat rising to his face.

"B-but I don't want to jeopardize my h-health..." he replied, still stuttering. "And a-and besides, this sword is very v-valuable to me."

The Valkyrie smiled, enjoying his nervousness.

"Then, if the sword is so valuable to you, I'll see what other way you can reward me if you lose," she said, leaning in a bit closer and whispering in his ear, "Like spending the night together..."

The crowd erupted in murmurs of surprise and excitement as Trunks swallowed again, unable to find the right words.

The Valkyrie enjoyed his reaction and watched him expectantly for his response.

"W-well, if that's how it is..." Trunks began, feeling his heart settle, "I will under no circumstances allow you to win."

The Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, then smiled coquettishly.

"Wow, what a gentleman..." she said, giving him a light tap on the chest. "Then, prepare to prove your strength, warrior. Don't disappoint me."

"The murmurs of the crowd intensified as the two prepared for the arm-wrestling match, the atmosphere filled with excitement and anticipation. Trunks, although nervous, felt determined to give it his all. The valkyrie shot him a challenging look, ready to prove who was truly the strongest.

Putting aside his nervousness, Trunks steadied his arm, challenging the valkyrie, who mirrored him in kind.

"Ready!" shouted one of the men, starting a countdown. "Begin!"

(Naruto Shippuden OST – Anger)

The aura of both burst forth with dazzling intensity, shaking the halls of Valhalla to its foundations. With fierce determination, the valkyrie began to apply immense force, and Trunks's arm started to yield under the increasing pressure. Stunned, he couldn't take his eyes off his opponent, who smiled mockingly, enjoying the struggle while the valkyrie's power reverberated throughout the hall. The expression on his face reflected surprise and a growing admiration for the strength she unleashed, a strength that exceeded his expectations.

Mai quickly approached the crowd, surprised to find Trunks at the center of such an event.

"Despite having such a fragile and delicate appearance, she's incredibly strong," the future warrior thought to himself.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?! IT CAN'T BE THAT THIS IS ALL YOUR STRENGTH!" exclaimed Brynhildr, with a wolfish smile as she noticed Trunks's hand beginning to give way. "AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING!"

However, to her surprise, the future warrior sharpened his gaze, and a smile identical to Vegeta's appeared on his lips.

"It seems you're the one underestimating me," Trunks replied challengingly.

And in the blink of an eye, a fraction of his power manifested, unleashing a wave of energy that made the skin of those present crawl. Trunks completely overpowered the valkyrie and shattered the table where they were arm-wrestling, scattering debris across the hall.

"That was... exhilarating! By the gods! WHAT POWER! WHAT VIGOR!" Brynhildr exclaimed, a deep blush on her face as she breathed heavily. "If that's your vigor in battle, how would you show it in bed? You're tempting me!" she said, causing Trunks to blush once again. "You know, the reward still stands, dar…ling..."

"W-why don't w-we just le-leave it at that?" Quickly Trunks' combative spirit died and again his shyness came to the surface. "Be-besides, you said we'd only do that if I lost."

The valkyrie began to laugh melodiously.

"Hahaha, you're making my day," she said, enjoying his nervousness. "Alright, I'm a patient one; we should have a sword duel someday. I'm curious how good you are with it..." She stood up from her spot while winking at him. "See you around."

Once the valkyrie stood up, Trunks couldn't help but sigh in relief, and at that moment, Mai appeared in front of him.

"That was impressive," Mai said, smiling warmly at him. "By the way, who was she?"

Trunks began to sweat profusely; for some reason, despite Mai's friendly demeanor, he felt like an apocalypse was about to be unleashed.

"A WARRIOR FROM VALHALLA!" he exclaimed in a flustered manner. "S-she saw me cut off the beast's horns and challenged me to an arm-wrestling contest... AND NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED, I SWEAR!"

Mai looked at him with an arched eyebrow, puzzled by the future warrior's exaggerated reaction.

"I see, just an arm-wrestling match. I don't understand why you're so nervous..."

"Ohohoho! Looks like you enjoy making friends," Odin said as he approached them with a teasing smile. Trunks couldn't help but sigh in relief; he appreciated the deity's intervention. "Come on, you two, you shouldn't be fighting on a day full of joy. Come join us," the god said, gesturing with his gaze until they reached the table where the royal court and Frigg were seated. "Let's keep enjoying this day, ohoho."

(Naruto Shippuden OST - Saika)

The celebration continued around them until nightfall. Although Mai managed to adapt and had a pleasant time, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Was she starting to feel jealous? The valkyrie with whom Trunks had competed certainly possessed unmatched beauty and a seductive aura; without fear of being mistaken, she knew she was a powerful adversary capable of defeating her enemies, making her an ideal woman for Trunks.

And what did she stand out for in comparison?

Mai couldn't help but compare her own appearance to that of the warrior goddess. Though she had always been confident in her abilities, she felt somewhat overshadowed by Brynhildr's presence. The valkyrie radiated a magnetism that made her even more fascinating, and the way she had flirted with Trunks created a small knot in her stomach.

As she lay on her bed, Mai reflected on her own feelings. The thought that Trunks might be attracted to someone so different from her brought a sense of insecurity she hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just her beauty but also the confidence and poise the valkyrie exhibited in every movement. In that moment, Mai realized that despite her strength, there was something inside her that made her wish to be more like Brynhildr.

She wanted to clear her thoughts and slowly began to close her eyes to enter the world of dreams.

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"Darkness... only darkness around.

Where was she? She couldn't tell, as this gloom prevented her from seeing beyond her own nose.

"I can't move..." she said quietly, almost inaudibly. She couldn't move, open her eyes, or scream, though for some reason she didn't want to. There was a strange feeling of safety and tranquility that enveloped her, as if the darkness were wrapping her in a warm embrace.

That feeling calmed her enough to relax; besides, she only felt this way with one person: someone who always cared for her as if she were the most precious and valuable thing in the world.

"Trunks...?" she whispered, her mind clinging to his name like a beacon in the dark.

Yes, Mai was on the verge of awakening, but she couldn't move, speak, or open her eyes. She wanted to do those things because she longed to know if Trunks was okay.

At one moment, she felt a release of movement.

"What's happening?" she asked, now fully awake. She checked to make sure everything was okay with her: she moved her hands, fingers, feet, absolutely everything. However, the strange thing was that the dense darkness still persisted around her.

"It's just like that time," Mai told herself, starting to walk. The darkness followed her like an unrelenting shadow, and there was no way to escape it.

"I clearly told you to stay away from him."

Mai became agitated upon hearing those words; her heart raced, but she managed to compose herself.

"Who are you?" she said, looking in every direction. "Show yourself!"

"This is your last warning!"

"What?" the black-haired girl asked, confused by the sudden accusation.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

"THIS IS STARTING TO PISS ME OFF! SHOW YOURSELF ALREADY!" she exclaimed with determination.

At that moment, silhouettes that appeared to be of a child began to run and hide in the corners of the darkness, like dancing shadows.

"Who are you?" Mai asked, feeling unease take hold of her. Something about all this felt off.

"I am Ophis," the girl finally replied, her voice resonating with a disquieting calm. "Dragon goddess of infinity."

Mai frowned, surprised by the revelation. She stood before an unknown deity, a fact that didn't feel strange to her, but this one in particular confused her. Dragon goddess? She had never heard of another dragon god besides Shenlong, the one residing in the Dragon Balls.

"Well, I'll clarify that later," she thought, trying to center her thoughts. "And what do you want?" the black-haired girl asked again with a firm voice, though inside she was torn between curiosity and fear.

"I already... told you..." Ophis spoke in her typical monotone, each word flowing from her lips as if it were a mantra. "I want... you to stay away from... Trunks..."

The response hit her like a shot to the chest. Mai felt defensiveness and distrust rising within her.

"OH, REALLY?" Mai replied in a challenging tone, fury sparking in her eyes. "AND WHY SHOULD I DO THAT?!"

Ophis looked at her with disdain, her expression remained impassive, barely reflecting surprise, as this was the first time an inferior being had challenged her.

"Because he... belongs to me," Ophis declared with a chilling voice.

Mai clenched her fists tightly.

"I'm not going to stay away from him," Mai retorted, her heart pounding intensely as determination began to flow within her, ready to confront the enigmatic deity that threatened to take away the most valuable person in her life.

The place trembled around her; the atmosphere began to feel heavy and suffocating.

"YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, STUPID GODDESS! I'M NOT STAYING AWAY FROM TRUNKS FOR ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!"

Ophis watched her with a mixture of surprise as she slowly clenched her teeth; her emotions were unconsciously manifesting for the first time in eons.

"I see," Ophis responded as her features gradually contorted into a grimace of anger. "So this... is your resolution?"

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Mai exclaimed fiercely, the challenge shining in her gaze. "YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL ME TO GET WHAT YOU WANT." Her fury overtook her, and then, with a sardonic smile, she continued, "However, how do you think he would react if he found out what you did to me? Do you think he'd just stand by? He would search for you in every hidden corner of this world!"

Ophis found herself at a crossroads. It was true; if she decided to kill her, there would be no way to stop Trunks's wrath against her. That would be counterproductive to her desires. Damn the mortal human!

But then, a twisted idea occurred to her; if she couldn't harm her physically, she would do it another way.

"It's true... I can't... kill you, but..." she approached Mai, her voice turning into a chilling whisper in her ear. "But... I'll take Trunks away from you... just like was going to do... that valkyrie."

Ophis's words terrified the black-haired girl, and a wave of fear swept through her body. She would never allow that to happen.

"I'm not going to let you...!"

"Aren't you... going to allow it?" Ophis interrupted, her tone sounding innocent and almost mocking. "Are you... sure about... that?" she asked again, staring intently at Mai, like a predator stalking its prey.

"What are you...?"

Mai's question hung in the air, for at that moment, the place began to illuminate with blinding intensity. The shadows dissipated, revealing a dazzling environment filled with dancing lights and a palpable power that seemed to vibrate around her. The darkness receded, exposing the magnitude of the deity before her.

Her heart raced as she tried to orient herself. Then she heard a familiar voice, cold and mocking.

"Let's see if you can really... stop me."

Terror seized her as she recognized that voice. She turned, and there it was: the damn gothic girl, smiling triumphantly at her.

"No... no... this can't be happening," she said, realizing she was in the room where Trunks was sleeping.

"DON'T...!" she exclaimed, trying to approach him, but Ophis used her power to paralyze her, just like in her dream. However, this time the sensation was more palpable, more terrifying.

"Be quiet... you don't want to... wake him up," Ophis warned, her voice soft and menacing.

Mai gritted her teeth, filled with rage against that damned girl, unable to move. What was about to happen, she would never forget for the rest of her days.

Ophis climbed onto the blue-haired boy's bed, crawling until she was seated on his pelvis.

"Damn! What do you think you're doing to him?! Leave him alone!" she mentally cursed, her fury intensifying as she witnessed the scene.

Ophis looked at her with a confident smile, as if she could read her thoughts.

"Watch how... I take him away from you..."

Mai was about to insult her and demand that she stop, but the impression of what she was witnessing left her frozen.

Ophis, using her divine powers, began to transform. Her body grew larger, her long black hair became sleeker, and her features matured.

Before Mai's astonished eyes, the girl transformed into herself, with a spicy gleam in her eyes as she smiled cynically at the petrified Mai.

But that wasn't all.

"I feel a little scared, can I join you?" the new Ophis called, using the voice that Mai knew so well.

As if by magic, Trunks opened his eyes a little, still sleepy, believing that what was in front of him was real.

"M-Mai?" he asked in a dreamy voice, but his surprise was evident. "Is something wrong?... you're! Mmmgh!"

To the true Mai's horror, Ophis kissed him passionately and erotically, sealing her fate with a gesture that made her feel utterly powerless.

The kiss began softly, as if Ophis wanted the moment to stretch, capturing every fraction of a second. Their lips met, and at first it was a delicate brush, almost a whisper of intimacy. But soon the intensity grew, and Ophis pressed harder, taking control. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, merging in an act that overflowed with passion and desire.

Quickly, Trunks grabbed "Mai", positioning himself above her, like a predator that has captured its prey. His gaze burned with an almost voracious desire as he began to delicately kiss the girl's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made "Mai's" skin bristle while at the same time "Mai" wrapped her legs around the warrior's waist.

Trunks' hand went to one of her breasts and began to massage it gently, making the dragon goddess of infinity moan in pleasure.

"Don't stop," she said, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Keep going, keep going."

The real Mai watched the scene with a broken heart, feeling every second was agony. Tears began to flow from her eyes, carving rivers of pain down her cheeks as the image of Trunks, surrendered to another, consumed her.

"PLEASE, STOP IT! ENOUGH!" she pleaded, her voice breaking as the words escaped her lips, laden with desperation, falling on deaf ears. The impotence enveloped her, and the anguish she felt was so intense it seemed to suffocate her.

"You're so beautiful," Ophis said in a sensual voice. "And you're mine, right? You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes," he said, his face flushed and a little disoriented. "I'm completely yours... for the rest of my days..."

"TRUNKS, LISTEN TO ME!" Mai continued, her voice now a choked whisper. "YOU CAN'T LET HER DO THIS TO YOU…! Please… don't allow it."

The anguish in her chest grew heavier, and her heart broke more and more with each passing second. Every word she uttered felt like a scream into the void, hoping it would resonate in Trunks's mind.

"Please I'm beg you… stop" she exclaimed with a broken voice, as tears fell freely, coursing down her cheeks in a torrent of pain. "STOP IIIIIIT!"

Meanwhile, Trunks, stripped of his shirt, was in a state of drowsiness, almost hypnotized by the presence of "Mai," who began to unbutton her blouse. Ophis looked at Mai mockingly, enjoying the power she had over the situation, preparing to take things further, but at that moment, she decided it was enough.

"Calm down, my beautiful treasure," Ophis said, her voice soft and seductive. "It's not time yet."

Her gaze was fixed on Trunks, watching how he began to close his eyes, surrendering back to sleep.

"We'll finish what we started when, of your own will, you come to me," she whispered, letting her words slip into his mind like a soft poison, as she caressed his face sweetly.

"You... you're not Mai," Trunks said with a confused voice before succumbing to sleep and falling back asleep, unable to resist the enchantment that enveloped him.

"No... I'm not... her," Ophis replied, leaning closer to the sleeping Saiyan's face, enjoying the moment. She gently leaned in and stole a quick kiss from his lips. "I'm someone... better... much... much better."

Her laughter was soft and seductive, resonating in the air like a dark echo. Then she gracefully descended from the bed, adjusting her dress. Mai's eyes were fixed on her, oozing hatred, while tears continued to slide down her cheeks.

Ophis, relishing the situation, turned to say one last thing before leaving.

"I hope this... makes you understand…"

THAT YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO OVERCOME ME

End of chapter.


We start strong gentlemen hahaha I accept suggestions on how to start the next chapter after this event. I read you.