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(A/N: Special thanks to sprsteve for a great review, and thanks to everyone else who reviewed too. Now it's time for Trunks' confrontation with 13. I can tell you one thing, this battle won't be pretty.)
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Chapter 47: Ending the Nightmare
18 thrashed about in her sleep, gasping and moaning as if in pain. Trunks watched over her worriedly, hoping she would be ok. He vowed that he would make 13 pay for this. The fight between the two wouldn't be for sport in the least. It would be a killing. 13 would not live past this day. Trunks would see to that.
"Will she be ok?" he asked the doctor.
"Well," said the doctor, "physically she seems to be ok. Though she could be out for a while." He looked at his medical report. "It's strange though. She seems to have certain qualities that I have never seen before."
Trunks panicked. "Oh no, don't worry, that's normal for her. She... uh... had an accident a while back and had to have a few limbs replaced with mechanical ones and stuff like that."
He laughed nervously, hoping the doctor would accept his story. The doctor raised an eyebrow, but seemed to be satisfied with this. "Well, that explains a lot."
18 cried out in her sleep and grasped at the bedspread, shaking her head from side to side. Trunks looked at the doctor worriedly. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nightmares." The doctor replied. "Most likely caused by her pain."
"Trunks!" 18 gasped.
He placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm here."
She seemed to calm down slightly, falling back into a restless sleep. Trunks smiled down at her. While asleep she looked so helpless, but still oh so very beautiful. Reaching forward, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'll be back later." He promised. "After I defeat this guy. Then we can go home."
The doctor was becoming impatient. "Sir, that's very sweet, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. She needs undisturbed bed rest."
Reluctantly, Trunks nodded. "Fine, but you better take good care of her."
"You have my word."
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"What do you mean, he's an android?" Bulma shouted.
Trunks placed his finger to his lips. "Shh! Not so loud. We don't want to cause a panic."
Bulma took a moment to collect herself, then nodded. "Yes, you're right. But what are we going to do?"
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I thought that was obvious. I'm going to destroy him."
Bulma snorted. "Yeah, that'll go well with the crowd." She muttered sarcastically. "Just be careful. That guy knocked out 18 with a single blow. He must be really strong."
"I don't think so." Trunks replied. "At least not compared to us. He just got her to lower her guard enough to get in a good hit. Anyone could do that if they get someone to lower their defense."
Bulma sighed. "Never mind that for now. The important thing is to defeat him before he hurts anyone. We also have to find out if there are any others. Who knows how many others there could be hiding out."
Trunks nodded in agreement. "Quite possibly, 14 and 15 could be here too. Maybe even 19. Those are the only others ones I saw when I went to the past." He also wondered about 16, but didn't voice it.
"Then you have to find that out and destroy him as quickly as possible." His mother told him. "Just be careful. I don't care how strong you are, androids are not to be taken lightly."
Just then came the announcement for the last match. Trunks turned to the stadium, his eyes narrowed. "It's time. I'm going to end this once and for all."
Bulma watched him go with a worried look on her face. "Good luck, son. Be careful."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for the final round of the World Martial Arts Tournament! Which one of these two contestants will be taking home the title? Will it be Trunks? Or will it be the recently unmasked Jū San? Whoever it may be, one thing is for sure, it promises to be a match you'll never forget! Let the final match begin!"
Trunks and 13 completely ignored the announcer and the crowd. They were completely fixated on each other. For 13, this was the battle he was waiting for. For Trunks, this was a life or death situation.
"I must say, I'm really lookin' forward to this." said 13. "Imagine how disappointed I was to find out that Goku was dead. I so very much wanted ter fight him. But I can settle fer another saiyan warrior."
Trunks glared at him. "You should have just stayed hidden in the shadows. At least then you would have been able to live. But instead you've walked into your own grave." His eyes narrowed. "But before I destroy you, tell me, how many of you are there?"
13 crossed his arms. "Aside from 18, I be the last. After the good doctor activated 17 and 18, he had all the others deactivated. And when you destroyed the lab, they were all destroyed as well." He grinned. "Lucky for me, I survived the explosion. In fact, it was the shockwave of your attack that reactivated me."
Trunks swore. He should have been more thorough with the destruction of Dr. Gero's lab. Rather than simply blowing it up, he should have destroyed everything in it one piece at a time. At least no one had died due to his carelessness.
"So all the other androids have been destroyed." He said. "Does that include 14 and 15?"
13 raised an eyebrow. "How do you know about them?"
"Because, android, I've fought them before. You too."
"Now I know you be lyin', boy. We never even met before today."
Trunks shook his head. "Not you exactly. Another version of you. I've traveled through time in an attempt to stop you androids before you destroyed everything. When I did, I met you, 14, and 15."
"Nonsense. Time travel ain't possible."
Trunks cracked his knuckles. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but it's true. And you know what, when I faced you in the past, after 14 and 15 were destroyed, you absorbed their parts and evolved to a much stronger version of your current self. And even with 14 and 15's power added on, you still lost."
Unable to hear what the two of them were saying, the crowd was growing aggravated. The announcer decided to take action and stepped forward. "Um, guys, you do realize that the match has started, haven't you?"
13 glared at him. "Shut yer trap, you city slicker. We be havin' a man ter man conversation." He turned back to Trunks. "Even if'en what you said be true, that there was then and this be now. I ain't the 13 you faced in the past. I'm a whole new robot."
Trunks grinned. "It doesn't matter who or what you are. You're no match for me. You only managed to beat 18 with some cheap trick. Well I'm a lot stronger than she is, and what you see isn't even my true power."
"Say what now?"
Trunks transformed. Now he had the crowd's attention, and they stared mesmerized by him in his golden glory. Even 13 was caught off guard by the change. None of this was in the data he held.
"What in the blue blazes is this?" he demanded. "Some sort o' instant hair dye?"
Trunks shook his head. "Not even close. This state is what's known as a Super Saiyan. In this form, my speed, strength, and power are fifty times greater than what they were a moment ago."
13 snorted. "Yeah, right. You ain't nothin' but talk."
"Well, if that's what you believe, then it shouldn't matter to you if I go to the next level." He became an Ascended Saiyan. "In this state, I'm twice as strong as an Ascended Saiyan. As for the third level," he transformed again, "I'm now four times greater than an Ascended Saiyan, making me a total of 400 times stronger than my normal state."
He stood as a Super Saiyan Three, his power radiating from his body in a mighty aura. After several seconds of staring, the announcing came out of his daze. "This is amazing! Trunks has suddenly become a shiny golden-haired warrior! Just what does this transformation mean! I don't know what he's planning, but I can't wait to see it!"
Trunks stared at 13, ready to fight. "Just to be fair, I'll let you have the first hit."
Closing his eyes, 13 grinned. "Mighty kind o' you, boy, but really foolish."
When he opened his eyes again, lasers shot out of them. They struck Trunks in the face, snapping his head back.
"Oh, and a mysterious eye attack has blasted Trunks!" the announcer cried. "How will he recover from this?"
13 chuckled. "How'd you like that, boy?" His smile vanished when Trunks' head came forward again. "Huh. What? What in tarnation? You don' even have a scratch on you. That there blast should've fried you."
"That's strike one." Trunks told him. "Care to try again?"
"Darn tootin'! Take this!" He fired a blast of energy. Trunks easily smacked it aside, much to 13's surprise. "How'd you do that?"
"Quite easily." Trunks told him. "That attack was pathetic. One more strike and you're out."
13 snarled. "Well doggonit, looks like I'm gonna have ter break out the big guns." He held his hand up to the sky and began to gather energy. A large ball of bright blue energy gathered over his head, growing until it was five meters wide. "Now try this on fer size!"
He threw the ball of energy at Trunks. The saiyan's eyes narrowed as it came at him. Trunks cried out loudly, his aura flashing out. The ball of energy rolled right off Trunks' aura, going up and away.
"That's strike three." Trunks told him. "Just like Frieza, you couldn't deliver."
"Is that righ'? Well, I know all about you saiyans. Including," he vanished, reappearing behind Trunks and grabbing his tail, "a way ter render ya helpless."
Trunks glanced at him over his shoulder before kicking him in the gut. 13 went soaring to the other side of the ring. Clutching his stomach, he stared at the saiyan in surprise.
"What's goin' on? You shoulda been on the ground, squealin' like a piggy."
Trunks turned to him, grinning. "You didn't think I'd keep such a weakness like that, did you? No way. I've been training myself to get rid of it, and I pulled it off too. I don't have a weakness anymore."
13 growled angrily. "Well, ain't you the big man. Well, you may be able ter fight off my attacks, but these here city folk ain't got no chance."
He raised his hand, aiming at the stadium. Trunks reacted quickly. Just as a ball of energy appeared in the android's hand, Trunks was in front of him. Chopping downward, he broke right through 13's arm. The energy blast went right over the stadium, exploded in the sky, as 13's dismembered arm fell to the arena floor.
13 cried out, grasping his arm, or what was left of it. Wires and pieces of metal stuck out of the end where half of his arm had once been.
"Whoa, are you seeing this, folks?" the announcer cried. "Jū San's arm has broken right off! I don't know if you can see it from where you are, but it appears that his arm is in fact mechanical! I have never seen such a thing! Hopefully that can be repaired." With that said, he gave 13 a concerned look. "Hey, are you ok? Do you want to continue, or would you rather see a doctor?"
13 glared at him. "Of course I wanna continue! This here injury be nothin'." His gaze shifted back to Trunks, staring at him with new eyes. "Damn you, you... you varmint! I'll kill you fer this!"
He threw a punch. Trunks easily caught his fist. 13 tried to pull back, but Trunks wouldn't let him go. 13 cried out as Trunks completely crushed the android's fist in his hand before finally letting him go.
13 jumped as far away as he could, looking at his ruined hand. He looked back at Trunks with a hint of worry in his eyes. "It's not possible. How can you be this strong?"
"That doesn't matter." Trunks told him. "All that matters is that I have the strength to defeat you." He held up his hands, preparing for a finishing move. He noticed 13 flinch and grinned. "You recognize this posture, don't you? Then you know what attack I'm about to use. And without you're energy absorbers, you can't stop my attack."
13 stepped backwards. "You can't..."
Trunks smirked. "It's your choice. Do you want to continue, or are you going to take your chances and run?"
13 looked furious. But he also seemed to come to the conclusion that he was out of his league. "Damn you, boy, I won' forget this!"
He took off, choosing to retreat for now rather than to fight.
"Hey, where are you going?" the announcer asked. "Does this mean you forfeit?"
"Don't worry about him." Trunks told the announcer, thinking of a way to clear his name for what he was about to do. "If he hasn't given up, this'll scare him off." He zeroed in on the retreating android, intent on ending this. 'Never again will Dr. Gero's sick experiments harm humanity. It's time to end this once and for all.' With his energy gathered, he unleashed his devastating attack. "Final Flash!"
His attack burst out. The audience was blinded from its intensity as it sped towards the retreating android. Noticing the approaching attack, 13 looked back at it nervously.
"Damn you, boy!"
From out of his crushed hand, he fired a blast of energy. It collided with Trunks' Final Flash. For the briefest moment the attacks were at a stalemate, but then 13's attack was forced backwards. The android cried out as he was consumed by the attack and was completely obliterated. All that remained were a few scraps of metal that fell from the sky. All other traces of him and been destroyed.
Trunks lowered his hands. It was all over now. It may have seemed like a mere flash of light to the spectators, but Trunks had seen it all. 13 was gone, on his way to Hell to join his psychotic creator. With the threat gone, Trunks powered down to his normal state.
The announcer blinked, not quite sure what had happened. He looked at Trunks in confusion. "Um, excuse, what just happened?"
Trunks glanced at him. "He fled the coop." Trunks said uncaringly.
The announcer stared at him a moment. "Did he? Wow, that's anticlimactic." He turned to the audience. "And that's it, folks! Jū San has forfeited the match and fled, most likely to get repairs to his arms! In any case, that leaves Trunks as the winner! Let's hear it for the new world champion!"
He turned back to Trunks to congratulate him, but Trunks was already gone.
(A/N: 13 has been destroyed. I never said that there would be a major battle, only that it wouldn't be pretty. And it wasn't for 13. But lets face it. At this point, Trunks' power has far surpassed 13's, even if he had become Super 13. I've got big plans for the next few chapters, then we'll be entering the final arc in my story.)
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