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(A/N: I've got a real surprise for you in this chapter, but I won't say anymore.)
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Chapter 37: Roshi's Last Stand
Now Trunks understood why his mother hadn’t left Roshi’s. The ocean level had risen and was floating around as if there were no gravity. Those strange jellybean-like objects floated around the island in and above the water. One of them had smashed Bulma’s airship, leaving her stranded on the small island.
“Mom!” Trunks cried, coming in for a landing.
The door burst open and Bulma came rushing out. “Trunks!” She ran to her son and embraced him. “Thank goodness you’re all right. What the heck is going on?” She eyed the frozen android in his arms. “And what happened to 18?”
“It’s a long story, Mom.” Trunks told her, setting 18 down. “Come on, I’m taking you to the Lookout; you’ll be safe there.”
“Hey,” cried Oolong, “what about us?”
Trunks turned to the pig. “Of course, all of you. But we need to hurry. There’s a powerful monster out there that’s destroying everything. He’s the one causing all of this.”
Roshi stepped forward. “Is he that terrible power I feel?”
Trunks nodded. “Yeah. Right now he’s fighting someone else, but I don’t know how much longer the battle will last.”
Roshi looked worried. “What a mess. I can sense enormous power levels all over the place. Even those long since dead like Frieza. I can sense him. Broly too. They’re out there.”
“Never mind them!” Trunks snapped. “If we can beat the one who caused this, everything will return to normal. But first I want to make sure you guys…”
He trailed off as an enormous surge of power overwhelmed him. Looking terrified, he turned in the direction of the massive energy. Something had happened, something bad. One of the two, he wasn’t sure if it was Buu or Janemba, but one of them just had a massive power increase.
A bead of sweat ran down Roshi’s cheek. “Oh boy… Do you feel that?”
Terrified to the point where he was blue in the face, Trunk slowly nodded. “It’s… unreal… What happened?”
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.”
He was right. The massive power was heading right for them. Trunks figured that whoever it was, they were looking for him. Either Janemba to finish what they started, or Buu to pick up where Janemba and him left off.
Bulma gently touched Trunks’ arm. “What’s going on?”
Trunks turned to her fearfully. “No time! We have to leave before-”
Whoosh! The wind whipped around them at the arrival of whoever was coming. Almost afraid to look, Trunks turned to see who had won the match, Janemba or Buu.
But it wasn’t Janemba or Buu who was floating in the air. Instead, it was what seemed to be a hybrid of the two. This new creature was as tall as Janemba, but clearly wasn’t him. His lower half seemed to be that of Buu, though there was no telling what was beneath those pants. His upper body was basically that of Janemba, but the red-orange color of him had turned pink, and he now had the holes on his body that Buu had, and his hands were pudgy like Buu’s too. What should have been the whites of his eyes were still yellow, but his blue eye color had turned red like Buu’s, and his ears weren’t as long. At first, Trunks thought that Janemba’s tail was now growing out of the back of his head, but he now noticed that it was Buu’s head-tentacle, only much bigger and longer, nearly reaching his feet, and was the original red-orange color of Janemba. And on his forehead was the letter M as if it had been stamped there.
Though it was clear that one had absorbed the other, it was impossible to tell who had absorbed whom. The lack of a halo over his head made Trunks think that it was possibly Janemba, but then again, if Buu had been the one to absorb Janemba, the he could have be using the demon’s life force, restoring his own life.
The creature grinned down at the other with a sadistic smile on his face. Slowly, he raised his hand and pointed at the saiyan, clearly indicating that he had come for him.
Leaving 18’s frozen body with his mother, Trunks stepped forward. “So, you absorbed the other one.” he said, still not sure which one had been absorbed. “Does that mean I should I call you Majinemba? Or how about Janembuu?”
The creature regarded him for a moment before he roared with laughter and began pounding his chest like Buu did.
“Ok,” said Trunks, “Janembuu it is.”
He flew at the creature and slammed his fist in its face. Janembuu, if that was indeed his name now, just kept pounding his chest, seeming to be unfazed by the attack. Swearing angrily, Trunks kicked him in the head. Janembuu’s head snapped to the side, cracking loudly, but he continued pounding his chest as if nothing had happened.
‘My attacks aren’t working.’ Trunks realized. Landing on the other side of the island, he turned to the others. “Stand back.”
Taking his advice, they moved away. Trunks raised his arms and began gathering energy. This time, since his enemy seemed preoccupied with pounding his chest, or whatever he was doing, Trunks took his time to gather as much energy as possible. His body started to glow with the amount of power he was calling forth, appearing as a twinkling star on the Earth’s surface.
“Final Flash!”
He launched a Final Flash attack far greater than what his father had unleashed upon Cell. The enormous beam, large enough to be seen from across the sea, struck Janembuu, though the creature didn’t bother to avoid it.
Dropping to his knees, Trunks looked up to survey the damage he did. He had been sure to direct the attack up and away after it hit Janembuu so the planet wouldn’t be damaged, but he must have had some affect on the creature.
But no, Janembuu acted as though nothing had happened. Parts of his body had been disintegrated, but it immediately grew back. Trunks swore and took to the sky. From up above, he fired a series of energy blasts at the creature, refusing to let up until he was certain that he had destroyed every last part of him.
“Hey,” Roshi shouted up at the saiyan, “you’re going to destroy my island!”
Feeling his energy draining rapidly from the amount of power he was using, and thinking he had done more than enough damage, he finished up with a Burning Attack, then began panting heavily as he waited for the smoke to clear.
He couldn’t believe what he saw. Janembuu was still standing, still pounding his chest as if he hadn’t just been savagely attacked. That infuriated Trunks. Was the guy mocking him? Surely he must have been damaged by all those attacks. But the guy hadn’t even reacted.
“You won’t make a fool out of me.” Trunks muttered.
Flying down from the sky, he brought his foot crashing down on Janembuu’s head, then he began punching every square inch of Janembuu’s body his fists could find. When the creature still didn’t attack, Trunks grabbed him and threw him in the air. Janembuu stopped sixty or seventy feet in the air, floating upside down as he pounded his chest.
Down on the ground, Trunks summoned up all his remaining energy as he prepared to unleash his best attack. Knowing that he would have next to nothing left after this, he fired his Heat Dome Attack, hoping to eliminate the creature.
The beam of light went up and up, going deep into space before finally creating an explosion bigger than the earth itself. Down on the surface, the one who fired the attack fell backwards, returning to his normal state. Breathing heavily, he looked up, hoping to see the charred remains of Janembuu, if even that was left.
But his worst fears were confirmed when he saw Janembuu still pounding his chest. It just wasn’t possible. Even after all that, the creature hadn’t even ceased pounding his chest for whatever reason he was doing it.
After a few more seconds of pounding, Janembuu finally stopped. Whether it was because he was done, or because Trunks’ attack had indeed affected him was unknown, but Janembuu was now scowling down at the saiyan.
Slowly he floated back to the ground, not taking his eyes off the saiyan. Trunks stared back, dreading what was about to come. He knew that once this creature attacked that it would be all over.
Steam began rising out of the holes on Janembuu’s body, sounding very much like a teakettle. The creature grinned evilly at him before wailing loudly, his power flaring up around him. The ocean was forced away, creating mountains of water, the roof of Kame House was blown apart, and all the windows shattered. Bulma, Roshi, and the others held onto one of the trees to keep from being blown away themselves as the entire planet shook. From space, the very planet could be seen trembling as bolts of electricity traveled across its surface from Janembuu’s massive power.
Finally ceasing his screaming, Janembuu looked at Trunks as the walls of water came crashing down around them. Forcing himself to get up, Trunks powered up again, but was only able to reach the ordinary Super Saiyan level. He flew at Janembuu, throwing a punch, but Janembuu easily caught it, and slammed his own fist into Trunks’ face.
Trunks went speeding off the island, vanishing from sight, but came back quickly. Before he could land a blow, Janembuu’s tentacle shot out, striking Trunks in the face and knocking him to the ground.
“Come on, Trunks!” Bulma shouted. “You can beat this freak! I know you can!”
Roshi didn’t share her enthusiasm. Unlike Bulma, he could sense the difference in power between the two. Even if Trunks were at his best, he still would be no match for this monstrous creature.
Janembuu glanced at Bulma before turning his attention back to Trunks. The saiyan was on his feet again, looking ready and willing to fight, even though he knew this was a losing battle.
Sparks of electricity flew of Janembuu’s body, one of them striking Trunks. Crying out, he stumbled back, returning to his normal state, his body smoking. Janembuu grinned at him and motioned for him to come at him again.
‘Wait!’ Trunks thought suddenly. ‘His weakness.’ He took a deep breath. “Nasty freak! You look like something someone stepped in!”
Nothing happened. Janembuu just sneered at him, not even harmed. Whether it was because this was really Buu that absorbed Janemba, or because when Janemba absorbed Buu he lost his weakness, Trunks didn’t know. What he did know was that insults no longer damaged him.
“That’s right!” Bulma shouted. “You tell that monster whose boss! Show him that you’re the better man!”
Catching Janembuu’s attention, he turned to Bulma with a scowl on his face. She was nothing, merely an annoying insect to swat. Raising his hand, he pointed at her, the end of his finger twinkling. Trunks realized what he was doing and lunged at his mother, just as Janembuu fired.
Pushing her out of the way, the attack hit him like a speeding bullet, going right through his shoulder and speeding off in the distance. Trunks went down, a hole in his shoulder from where he was hit.
“Trunks, no!” Bulma cried, running to her son’s side.
Clutching his bleeding shoulder, the saiyan did his best to sit up. “I’m fine. It’s not that bad.”
But he wasn’t fooling anyone. He was finished, and Janembuu knew it. Laughing maniacally, he raised his hand and created a beach ball sized sphere of energy with enough power to destroy the planet.
Bulma hugged her son, knowing that this was the end. Janembuu was going to kill them, along with everyone else, in one final blast.
But help came in the unexpected form of a long since retired martial artist. “Hey, Janembuu!” Roshi shouted. “If you want a real challenge, then face me!”
Janembuu turned to him, scowling.
“That’s right.” Roshi continued, taking a step towards the creature. “Do you know who I am? I’m Master Roshi, the strongest person on the planet.”
Janembuu stared at him strangely. There was no way. The old guy had to be senile.
Roshi glanced behind him at Oolong. “Are you ready? Remember what I told you.”
Looking scared to death, Oolong nodded. “Yeah, I got it. But why does it have to be me?”
Turning his attention back to the creature, the turtle hermit began to unbutton his shirt. “It’s time that this old man did something useful. I was helpless against Frieza, helpless against the androids, against Cell, Cooler, Broly, Baby. For the longest time, I’ve been a mere spectator.” He tossed his shirt aside. “Well, it’s time I changed that. This old man’s still got some fight left in him.” He removed his sunglasses, tossing them aside. “Janembuu, it’s time to put an end to you.”
Still holding the large ball of energy, Janembuu began laughing. This was just too funny. The old geezer actually thought he stood a chance.
Roshi began to power up. His muscles exploded to an enormous size and his power shot up greatly. Though this sparked Janembuu’s interest, the old man still didn’t stand the slightest chance against him.
“All right, Janembuu,” said Roshi, now at full power, “if you’re so tough, then you should be able to stand up to my best attack. So come on, lets see how much power you’ve really got.”
Janembuu sneered at him. He sensed the old man’s power. Even if he were a thousand times stronger and unleashed his most powerful attack, it still couldn’t harm him in the least.
“Here it comes!” said Roshi. He unleashed his power. “Evil Containment!”
Janembuu’s eyes widened in surprise as the Evil Containment Wave hit him. He was suddenly caught up in a whirlwind of energy, spinning around in a vortex. The ball of energy he held fell from his hold, heading for the ground.
With the last of his strength, Trunks lunged for the ball of energy, hitting it like a volleyball and sending it up into space where it harmlessly exploded.
Roshi worked carefully to control the vortex of energy that Janembuu was caught up in. He knew that he would have only one chance at this. “Oolong, now!”
Looking like he’d rather run in the opposite direction, Oolong ran forward and placed a container in front of Roshi that had a Demon Seal ofuna on it, and then quickly ran away. Roshi had been saving this in case he ever came across the androids, knowing he would never be able to beat them on his own. Now he was using it on a fiend far more powerful and far more dangerous than the androids had ever been.
“What are you doing, old man?” Bulma shouted as she watched Roshi work.
“Whatever I can, Bulma.” he told her. “Whatever I can.”
Having reached the end of the vortex, Roshi brought Janembuu down. The creature was sucked screaming into the container, his vast amount of power useless against the Evil Containment Wave. Once inside, Puar flew forward and placed the top on the container, twisting it shut, and leaving Janembuu trapped inside.
Roshi slowly lowered his arms, his energy rapidly draining. Yet he still managed to crack a smile at the container Janembuu was trapped in. “That’s… the last… time… you’ll… underestimate… this old… man…”
He collapsed, falling face down and remained motionless.
“Master Roshi!” Trunks cried.
Wincing in pain, he made an attempt to get to him, but Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him, shaking her head.
“It’s too late.” She told him tearfully. “He’s gone.”
“What?”
Wiping her eyes, she looked to Roshi’s fallen form. “He used the Evil Containment Wave. It uses the users very life force. It’s what was originally used to seal away King Piccolo.”
Trunks looked back at Roshi. Slowly, he walked over to the martial arts master, resting a hand on his still form. “You gave your life to save us. I promise I’ll bring you back.”
Puar flew over. “Look at that!”
The floating ocean settled itself back down and the jellybean-like structures began to disappear. The seemingly un-melting ice that 18 was encased in began to melt, freeing her from her cold prison, but leaving her unconscious. And all throughout the world, Trunks felt powerful enemy powers fading away as the dead returned to their rightful place in Other World.
“Everything’s returning to normal.” Trunks told the others. “I can sense it.”
“It must be because that monster is sealed away.” said Bulma. “His power must be cut off from the outside.”
Trunks glanced at the container. “So, he’s really trapped in there?”
Bulma nodded. “Unless that seal is removed and the top taken off, he can’t get out.”
Almost afraid that the container would break if he touched it, Trunks carefully picked it up. “Then I’ll make sure he never gets out. Ever.”

(A/N: Who would have thought that it'd be Roshi that'd come to the rescue? I'll bet you were thinking that someone from Other World would come help. I wanted you to think that, and then surprise you with this. In his final heroic act, Roshi gave his life to stop Janembuu. And speaking of him, I'll let you decide who absorbed whom. The danger isn't over yet though. Something bad is coming, and it's not going to be pretty. You'll have to wait and see what it is.)
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