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(A/N: Seems I made a slight error last chapter. I'd forgotten that in the Mirai timeline, Captain Ginyu was still trapped in the frog's body. I know he died in the other timeline because Buu blew up the earth, but that hadn't happened in the Mirai timeline. My bad. How long is a frog's life span anyway? Ah, whatever. His life span either ran out or he was killed during the androids' rampage over the years. Take your pick. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Hope you like it.)
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Chapter 34: The True Face of Evil
It wasn’t hard finding Janemba. His massive power level indicated that he was still in West City. If it could still be called West City. Things had become extremely warped. Things were floating around as if gravity had vanished. Buildings were distorted or melted, some were covered in strange jellybean-like objects of different colors. These same shapeless spheres were floating around, some simply piled on top of each other in large heaps. And sitting on top of a pile was the strange creature they were looking for.
“Janemba!” he cried cheerfully. “Janemba, Janemba!”
“There he is.” Said 18, pointing out the obvious. She gave the creature a strange look. “He doesn’t seem that dangerous.”
Watching the big yellow creature play a game of patty-cake with himself, Trunks was inclined to agree. “Yeah, but he is the one messing with the laws of physics, and he is extremely powerful.” He considered the creature for a moment. “He acts like an infant. Maybe he’s not even aware of what he’s doing.”
18 shrugged. “Then what the hell, it’s worth a try.”
She floated up to the creature, hovering right in front of his face. Janemba noticed her and beamed happily, reaching for her with child-like curiosity.
“Janemba!”
18 smacked his giant hand away. “No, bad Janemba!” she scolded.
The creature blinked, looking surprised. “Janemba?”
She shook her finger at him like a parent disciplining a child. “Yes, Janemba has been very naughty. Restore order to the universe right now, and then go home and think about what you’ve done.”
Janemba cocked his head to the side. “Janemba?”
18 glared at him. “Did you hear me? I said to restore-”
Slap! Janemba swatted her from the sky. Trunks quickly flew in her path and caught her.
18 moaned, rubbing her head. “Ow. Guess that didn’t work. Guess we go back to plan A.”
Trunks nodded. “Yeah, but we better be careful. We haven’t faced anyone like him before.”
She pulled away from him. “All the same, he’s going down.”
She flew at Janemba, slamming her fist into his face. Janemba grunted and went tumbling down the pile of colorful spheres. He sat up, rubbing the spot where he was hit, and looked at 18 with a confused look on his face.
“Janemba?”
18 landed in front of him and crossed her arms. “So, are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?”
Janemba stared at her a moment before raising his arms. “Janemba!”
18 was suddenly frozen in ice. Trunks gasped and flew down to her while Janemba clapped his hands, looking proud of himself.
“18!” He touched the ice, only to discover that it wasn’t ice she was encased in. “Hold on, I’ll get you out.”
If she heard him, she gave no indication of it, not that she could if she wanted to.
Turning away from her, Trunks looked up at Janemba. “Let her out, right now!”
Janemba stared at him a moment. “Janemba?” Then he began patting his large stomach, completely ignoring the saiyan. “Janemba, Janemba.”
Hoping 18 would be ok, Trunks took to the air, powering up to a Super Saiyan Two. “All right then, Janemba, let’s get this underway.”
He flew at Janemba, slamming into his large stomach. Janemba cried out as he was pushed back by Trunks. The saiyan punched him repeatedly before unleashing a blast of energy. Janemba tumbled head over heels as the forced him back.
“Janemba.” The creature complained. He pointed at Trunks. “Janemba, Janemba, Janemba.”
“Is that all you can say?” Trunks asked, though he didn’t really care.
Janemba puffed out his chest. “Janemba.”
He motioned to a few of the floating colorful jellybeans, and they flew over to him. They came together and he condensed them down. Holding his hands over the gathering of spheres, they began to glow. Suddenly, the strange objects had turned into a miniature Janemba about twelve feet tall.
“Janemba!” the duplicate cried in a squeaky voice.
Trunks nearly fell from the sky. “You’re kidding! He can clone himself?”
The big Janemba waved his arms around as if he were cheering. “Janemba! Janemba! Janemba!”
The smaller Janemba bounced around cheerfully, seeming to pay no mind to Trunks. Suddenly, his arm stretched out a great distance, punching Trunks in the face.
Ow!” he cried, rubbing his nose. He looked at the mini Janemba, who was now hopping from one foot then to the other. “So you do have some fight in you after all.”
“Janemba!” the little one cried. He turned to the larger one and waved. “Janemba, Janemba!”
“Janemba.” Said the bigger one, clapping his hands. “Janemba.”
The smaller one turned back to Trunks and seemed to puff up and began trembling. Suddenly, a series of energy blasts shot out of the holes in his stomach and back. Trunks was caught off guard, but was able to avoid the small blasts of energy.
“That’s it.” he growled. “I’m not playing games with you.”
Dodging the energy blasts, he flew at the miniature Janemba. He collided with the creature’s stomach with such force that he burst right through him, leaving a massive whole in his stomach. Whirling around, he unleashed a Burning Attack, blowing away the little Janemba.
The bigger one blinked in surprise. Then he pointed an accusing finger at Trunks and began yelling at him. “Janemba, Janemba! Janemba, Janemba!”
Trunks glared at him. “You have a child-like innocent personality, but you’re wicked in nature. Evils freaks with a perverted form of innocence like that are normally the most dangerous.
Shouting his name, Janemba punched the air. Half of his arm disappeared, as if vanishing beneath the surface of water. His arm reappeared behind Trunks, punching him with his giant fist. Trunks went flying towards Janemba, only to have the monster slap him, sending him back the other way.
Colliding with a pile of the jellybeans, Trunks recovered quickly, pushing the strange objects aside, which were surprisingly light. “What was that?” he wondered out loud. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This guy can move through space just like that. That means he can hit me without moving from that spot.”
Janemba clapped his hands together. They moved through space, smacking together with Trunks in between them. Another punch came out of thin air from up above, smashing Trunks to the ground.
As Janemba cheered for himself, Trunks crawled out of the hole the creature’s fist had made in the ground. This was ridiculous. It was like fighting Broly again in his great ape form, only Janemba was far more powerful, and he was like an infant; an infant that enjoyed hurting people.
Spotting Trunks once again on his feet, Janemba did his transporting punch again, but this time Trunks was ready. He managed to catch Janemba’s giant fist, which was not an easy thing to do considering the size of it and the power behind it.
Janemba blinked, looking surprised. Trunks groaned at him and wrapped his arms around one of the creature’s pudgy fingers, bending it back and causing Janemba to wail. Then, using all his strength, he pulled on the creature’s arm. Janemba cried out and was pulled through the warp hole he had created. Pulling him out through the other side, Trunks managed to throw him over his shoulder.
Janemba sat up and rubbed his head, looking more surprised than hurt. He looked down at Trunks before chanting his name again.
“You want to see something really cool?” Trunks asked mockingly.
He took to the sky, his arms raised as he gathered energy. Rather than appearing cautious about the rapid gathering of energy Trunks was making, Janemba watched with a curious fascination.
“Final Flash!”
Janemba cocked his head to the side as the attack came at him, only seeming to realize at the last second that it was bad. He was blown backwards into a pile of the jellybean-like objects. He recovered quickly though and sat up, brushing the glassy spheres aside. He looked at Trunks in surprise, and then began clapping.
“I don’t believe it.” Trunks muttered. “He actually enjoyed that.”
“Janemba!” he raised his arms and then brought them together before repeating the process, imitating what Trunks had done. “Ja-nem-ba!”
Trunks raised an eyebrow. “You want to see it again? Fine with me.”
When he assumed the position, Janemba nodded and began clapping. Trunks didn’t know why he wanted to be attacked, and he didn’t really care.
“Final-”
Janemba held out his hand. Trunks was suddenly teleported from where he was, and into Janemba’s hand.
“-Flash!”
He vanished from Janemba’s hand, reappearing in the same spot he was before. He gasped as he saw his own attack coming at him, and quickly flew up high, just missing getting hit.
“What the hell was that?” he wondered. “He can move me through space too?”
He couldn’t believe it. Just before he had attacked, Janemba had teleported him, allowed him to launch his attack, and then teleported him back to be blasted by his own attack.
As Janemba applauded himself, Trunks glared at him. “So, you’re not as dumb as you appear to be.” He grinned. “But you’re not smarter than me.”
Hoping for a repeat of what just happened, he prepared another Final Blast. Just as before, Janemba teleported him, intending on making him attack himself again. But this time Trunks was paying attention. Once in Janemba’s hand, he whirled around and fired his attack directly at the creature.
“Janemba!” he wailed. “Janemba, Janemba!”
Once he recovered, he began to puff up, and his body started to tremble. Trunks recognized this. It was the same thing the little Janemba had done. But this Janemba was a lot bigger, meaning it was safe to assume that the attack would be too.
“Not good.” Trunks muttered, and took to the air as Janemba unleashed his Rapid Energy Cannon attack.
A series of explosions went off throughout the city as Janemba fired off his attack. Trunks flew away from the blasts, but Janemba just ran after him. Trunks instead flew straight up. At that point, Janemba began spinning around. All the smaller explosions erupted into one massive one, consuming the city.
When the mushroom-like cloud finally died down, Janemba was sitting in the middle of the carnage. He looked around, surveying the destruction he caused, then began to clap his hands and babble happily.
Trunks growled. He’d had enough of this monster. This wasn’t even a fight; it was a warped version of babysitting at bad child. A regular child he could handle, but Janemba was more than enough to get on his nerves.
“I’ve had enough.” He growled. “Janemba, I won’t let you destroy anymore!”
He flew down at the creature. This time his intent wasn’t to attack, but to infiltrate. He headed for one of the holes in Janemba’s stomach, flying into it. This didn’t go by unnoticed by Janemba, who stuck a finger in the hole Trunks had flown into.
Entering Janemba’s body as far as he could, Trunks powered up for his strongest attack. “It’s over, Janemba!”
He unleashed his Heat Dome Attack. Janemba cried out as he began to expand with the build up of energy in his body. He cried out as he swelled to over twice his size, his arms, legs, tail, and head seeming to be sucked into his expanding torso.
“Janemba! Janemba! JANEMBAAAAA!!!”
His body couldn’t take anymore, and he was suddenly blown to pieces. Trunks was left hovering in the air with globs of yellow flesh raining down around him.
“Sick.” Trunks muttered, looking at the falling pieces of Janemba’s body. “But at least he’s done for. Now things can get back to normal.”
Unfortunately he was wrong, very wrong. And he realized it a moment later when he noticed that the pieces of Janemba’s body were still producing too much energy. They were also moving, twitching about like jellyfish. Then the color started to change, shifting from yellow to a purple color, then magenta, and finally blood red.
‘It’s not over yet.’ Trunks realized.
The pieces of flesh came together, forming one large mound of flesh. Once it was all one piece, it began shifting around and began getting smaller. Trunks would have assumed that this was a good thing, but the energy he sensed coming from it was rapidly increasing, and it felt evil.
Becoming a fraction of the size it originally was, the mound of flesh began to take on a humanoid form, but it was no human that was forming. Features soon appeared as the fleshy substance finished reforming. A new creature now stood where Janemba had been sitting before being blown to bits. It was light purple and dark red-orange, and it resembled a devil or a demon of some kind. But what was most disturbing was that it was twice as strong as the large fat yellow creature it had once been.
Feeling very uneasy, Trunks landed a short distance away from the demon. Noticing his presence, the creature turned to him, glaring at him with yellow eyes.
“Janemba?” Trunks asked uncertainly.
The demon continued to stare at him with a scowl on his face. Then he grinned evilly and wailed loudly, causing the ground to shake as his power surged. Suddenly he charged at Trunks with blinding speed, delivering a punch in the saiyan’s face.
Trunks’ head snapped back from the hit, before he bent over after being hit in the gut, then immediately kneed in the chin. Janemba whirled around, smacking him with his tail, and sending the saiyan crashing into one of the jellybean encased buildings.
“Damn…” Trunks muttered. “What’s gotten into him?”
Janemba suddenly appeared in front of him. He made a slicing gesture, which Trunks managed to avoid, and the entire jellybean encased building was cut in half. It slid down the cut area and toppled over, crashing loudly to the ground.
The saiyan stared at the demon in horror. Janemba had just cut through the jellybean-like substance like it was nothing, and those things were hard. During all the fighting, all the impacts, all the explosions, those things hadn’t even gotten a scratch, yet this creature had just cut one in two, along with the building it had encased.
Smiling, Janemba turned to Trunks. Unlike his original form, that was more like a naughty child, this creature was pure evil, and he seemed to be far more intelligent than he was before, as well as much stronger. And he had his yellow eyes set on the saiyan.
Trunks swallowed. He had a very bad feeling about this. He’d had his doubts about defeating Janemba before. Now it seemed impossible. And he didn’t even have 18 to help him fight. She was still encased in crystal, or ice, or whatever that material was. He was alone, all alone with a creature unlike any he had ever imagined with a power unlike anything he ever felt.

(A/N: Janemba has evolved to his strongest form, and Trunks has to face him on his own without 18's help. And before you ask, the other dead Z Warriors are busy dealing with the escapees from Hell, but they might make an appearance, no promises though. As of now, Trunks' only chance will be to go to Super Saiyan Three, but the last time he tried, it didn't work. Can he do it again, or will alternate help come? Wait and see.)
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