Frieza Planet 80
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Earth
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Capsule Corporation
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Doctor Briefs
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Bulma Briefs
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Sol System
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Mars
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Jupiter
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Yamcha
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Krillin
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Son Goku
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Son Gohan
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Bulla Briefs
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Son Goten
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Bulla Briefs
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Son Goten
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Bulla Briefs
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Son Goten
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FUCK YOU
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FUCK YOU
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FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
The first time Trunks tried to save the world, he was eight years old. It was almost like a game, until it wasn't.
It didn't hurt as much as he hurts now.
Trunks can taste blood in his mouth. He tries to breathe, but whenever he tries to fill his lungs, it feels like something's stabbing his chest.
He presses his hand to the ground and tries to push himself up. Blood makes the ground slick beneath his fingers, and his arm gives out beneath him. He hits the ground again and wants to scream.
A hand grasps the back of his ruined jacket and hauls him up. Trunks has died before, but he's never hurt this much. His breath rattles shallowly in his chest as he tries to crack an eye back open.
"Give up," the Destroyer tells him.
Trunks's smile is bloody. His arm is the heaviest thing in the entire universe, and it feels like it takes hours to lift it.
The Destroyer waits. He watches as Trunks spends energy he doesn't have just to face his palm towards the Destroyer.
The Destroyer does not move when Trunks spends the last of his ki in a point-blank attack on his face. They both know it will do nothing.
Trunks has nothing left.
"Please," he finds himself whispering. He's limp in the Destroyer's grasp. He has nothing more to give.
The Destroyer holds him steady. He sets his hand against Trunks's back, between his shoulder blades. Trunks can feel the power inside of him, lying beneath that hand, even as emptied and exhausted as he is. He can feel the spark of transformation lying dormant.
Trunks can't even lift his head anymore. He looks down at the bloodied ground beneath them, and he feels the moment the spark dies.
"Hakai."
End of Part 1
