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As the day loomed on, the battle had proven a means of resurrection for the humans that were harmed in the onslaught of the invading forces. The Saiyan invasion that was leaving its mark had no way of stopping, except for Trunks stripping them of their powers.
Terror that loomed throughout the city once was hardly a component, finally subsiding with the fires. Where the Saiyans were once standing tall against people throughout the city, they were too afraid to attack anyone. Their strength in energy manipulation was halted, therefore halting a sufficient deal of their strength to fight.

Flying over the city was a new figure. The boy was hardly taller than five feet and six inches, wearing no more than a pair of shorts, sneakers, and a shirt, however curious it was that he stood on a building top. On his body, however, were pieces of armor that seemed to come from nowhere.
The twelve-year-old boy's name was Michael. However plain a name it was, it certainly befit the majesty of his armor, as if he were in a children's crusade against a set of alien invaders. The armor was silver-plated, having grieves and gauntlets that seemed almost impenetrable. Notable among these features was a helmet worn on his head and fit with a visor that could be worn over his eyes.
Standing above him was Trunks, the one who previously supplied him with his power. After rescuing the boy from a near onslaught from a Saiyan warrior, Trunks saw it necessary to give him powers, feeling him worthy of the fight to come. Looking up to Trunks above himself, he looked at his new master with a strong, new wisdom. With a single nod, he gave Trunks a signal that moved him to fold his hand up.
The master's palm started to pulsate with a slight electricity that was snapping the air around his chest, while Michael stood still with amazement. The power was whistling through the skin of the air, while little light fragments were positioning themselves into his hand.
With this, a sword was formed from invincible reality, a seemingly impossible feat where a new object was created of nothing. Throwing the silver piece down to him, Trunks smiled as the boy caught the handle with happiness in his look. In the meantime of his bewilderment, Michael was distracted from watching Trunks form a new sword for himself. The two of them were both armed, while enemy soldiers were to be torn apart by humans below.
Like a rage, the people once thought fragile were breaking through the limits of perception to deny the extraterrestrials their ambience of villainy. The Saiyan troops registered outside of any welcome to be received, save Trunks, who was heralded as a hero from left to right. Like a furred athlete of heroism, he was now a boon for each of them.
Making haste to dive, however, were Trunks and the new boy, Michael. Either yell was chasing down the coward of race that was the Saiyan invasion. Finally landed, the two of them broke the case of ground that sat ready for them; with iron thighs, they marked their footprints on impact.
The Saiyans that stood by in what little combat they exchanged with the martial artists that were now the humans themselves. With fear, Saiyans that were nearby were signaling to each other with menace gone. The Saiyans were running away for the first time, knowing that they were beaten.
However, Michael stepped forward and raised his sword with a fierce, proud smile and several of them laughed. Trunks, meanwhile, looked to his young colt with a thin smirk on his face and the youth responded with the same. They nodded their heads once more, the sudden soldier rushing forward with sword in hand.
His feet lifted off the ground with an impressive quip, marshalling the seconds while the Saiyans laughed. Like a praying mantis, Michael was near a Saiyan troop in a mere second and tipped his harsh sword to his neck. The sword dove, reaching the full musculature of his neck with an eager tip; the sword opened the brusque windpipe and blood soon gushed out, while others stood astonished.
The young man held their amazement, stepping one step closer and performed a second, full slash. Whatever region he could appease violently was now eclipsed with blood, as a whole set of men were screaming with fear. Ignorantly enough, some were even motioning their hands as if to fire blasts of energy; some ran, while others tunneled away in running.
The men that ran over hardly attacked Trunks, who was standing in full Super Saiyan 5 posture. However, the fact such an insignificant boy could approach them was not amazing in the least. He was hardly the master of his craft, being only one day old as a combatant.
A Saiyan ran over with a violent, strong fist to brace the young man to his face. However, as soon as he came close, the youth managed to pull his visor down in time with the fist finally hitting him. It did knock his body back, but only for him to fall safely on his back. The youth fell like a dart hardly thrown, heaving his small feet up into the thighs of the troop who felled him. The youth caused him to writhe painfully, jumping back and yet not having room to reach his sword for hurt.
Thus, the youth performed with the handle of the sword straight to the soldier's skull as he stood up. He landed the bottom of the handle, knocking the Saiyan down with a marvelous blow that rocked him further. Another Saiyan came behind Michael and wrapped his arms underneath his.
The Saiyan stood back up, while others came to press themselves violently on the young boy. With a ruthless fist, the Saiyan punched Michael in the stomach, causing his sword to fall to the ground. Following more punches, the Saiyan lifted his visor up and signaled to the other men. He spit in Michael's face and followed by punching him in the stomach, allowing the other men to take turns in doing the same.
However, Trunks smiled even greater, as the sword was sliding on the ground like a snake writhing. It was thus evident that Trunks had no hand to lift, while the sword floated back upwards with no pressure from the outside. Regardless, Trunks' mind was the pressure that lifted the sword.
The sword floated in the middle of air, while other Saiyan men were still distracted in attacking Michael. Like a small bird, the sword's handle served as involuntary wings for the brace to fly. The sword circled around, taking a full trajectory from where it was as soldiers punched Michael. The soldier spat another time, piecing attacks to the youth's stomach that surely hurt. Even so, they couldn't hurt as much as when the Saiyans had greater strength.
His eyes opened from the hurdle of a fist to his stomach, the young man replying by opening his mouth from the surge of gritted teeth. A light was starting to form down the cave of the young vanguard's mouth, the Saiyan standing in curiosity. Sudden flame came from Michael's mouth, singing the Saiyan officer who was in full cascade of violence.
The Saiyan's flesh burned, flames robbing him of the ability to see and all other features in close regard. A Saiyan gripping Michael from behind tried to grip tighter, only for a quick impact of the sword next to his very head. Michael felt the arms release him; meanwhile, the sword had passed through his previous captor.
Nearby, there was an upper skull with slit ears that fell to the ground, rolling off as the other half stood with its mouth open. That was the mouth of Michael's previous captor, who fell back as blood gushed to the ground behind him. In time with the fiery breath of Michael and the sword's flight, the two attacks meshed in one.
The next move to take place after Michael's release was the traveling sword moving about. Even more remarkable about the sword and its travel was that in the maze of air, the sword was starting to crease across the blade. Different parts of the sword were starting to separate, revealing chain links in between each part. This drew the certain amazement of Michael, but the Saiyans' fear was all the more evident.
Right away, the links were starting to burn in between each silver blade, the handle accessory capturing the sheen of its fire. Little flames were marking themselves to each chain, while the handle was starting to recreate its metal mold. Small wings were forming on each side of the handle, while Trunks was flying into the air. With particular gaze, Trunks held his hand up, his eyes glistening upon the fire.
The sword whipped to each Saiyan in different places, darting through one after another. The blades were each caught in different places, some flesh being impacted completely; men were sometimes beheaded for lack of the sword's ability to keep place. However, the blades caught more permanently were penetrated like arrows of titanium through the invaders.
Michael stood in wonder, as the winding sphere of the sword's blade was put forth. He was not mastered by the harsh spin of his master in the assault, being free to watch in boyish amusement. After the whirling escapade of the weapon's opportunity, Trunks, not saying a word, strongly closed his hand.
Fire seeped past the chain links, trailing slightly over the blades for only a few seconds. Then, the race of the fire down the line came to be, the Saiyans that lived screaming in fear. Michael watched, while Trunks threw his own sword to Michael in the midst of fire that roamed. Nearby, there were humans watching with cheers for victory that remained certain. From all corners of the day were coming men, women, and children; all of them were young and old.
The race was to be run with peace, this time.

The current of victory was in the midst of being established over the city, as Saiyans' heads could be played with in the streets. Meanwhile, there flew over the city a figure who looked amazedly from above, as there cheered people still fighting the Saiyan race.  
Piccolo wore a new outfit to befit his turban and and shoulder armor of previous lore. It was an outfit similar to Boa's, although not highly derivative. It was a costume proclaiming his relevance as a leader, a role fulfilled in trials where Goku was not present.

Even as the war was won in the streets below, Piccolo stood wary of any occurrences to be inferred from nearby. With a wit beyond realization, Piccolo thought to himself and looked behind him. In his midst was a figure that had no mark of obscurity, as he met the energy's signal.
Clothed in studs of white patented with silver, the porous animal floated in the air like a beacon of mystery. A little white mask over his face, the being was seemingly without eyes as he stood before Piccolo. The figure also seemed marked with several metal furnishes in his body, such as that of a cyborg. Upon its head could be assumed a crown resembling a starfish, its several darts of steel-like protrusions coming forth.
Piccolo could already tell who it was, however. With what he could see before him, it was none other than Cooler, a formerly mortal Changeling who apparently acted with no memory of the Namekian. Piccolo once fought Cooler, who had bested him and other Z Fighters years ago. However, Cooler was darted into the sun, burned alive with no confusion for life to come.
From behind Cooler's eyes was that of scans, elaborations, and computations that were all aiming at Piccolo. It did not appear that Cooler could remember Piccolo for one second, appearing with no certain ability to recognize him. Thus, it was to be inferred that Cooler was stripped of his sentient mind by the experiments of the Saiyans.
With haste, Cooler started to charge up his energy. Piccolo hardly motioned towards the same, watching Cooler gain his power. At an instant, Cooler darted towards Piccolo like a dart of his own being, throwing a quick and effortless punch. Piccolo dodged it, warranting Cooler to throw a soccer-like kick up from under his torso. Like this, Piccolo moved around him by stretching his arms minutely, twisting with his back turned.
The two stood at an exact distance from each other, both having their opponent at either side. Piccolo and Cooler fought sans eye contact, their punches and kicks marshalling their distance without sight. Each blow was to be described with karmic reception. Piccolo stretched his arm towards Cooler's face; Cooler threw his four-toed foot at Piccolo, who lifted up his moccasin like running on sand; Cooler attempted to elbow Piccolo in the chest.
Neither side was proving fruitful, however the two aliens had a marked chemistry of exchange. Even as their attacks weren't successful, they were successful in grace. Finally, however, Piccolo closed his eyes with a change of pace. As Cooler threw a violent fist, Piccolo allowed his chest to be hit with the blow. With a meditative lean backwards, Piccolo's already stretched, combative arm seemed to forge the impossible.
Out of Piccolo's elbow was an immediate oddity; a set of fingers carving themselves out of his skin and flying behind himself. With no small travel, Piccolo's arm winded up the sheet that was Piccolo's cape and waxed toward his sheath.
The third arm pulled the sword out like a whip trained to pull a pipe from someone's mouth. With precise, unhindered accuracy, Piccolo flexed the sword into the grasp of his third arm and landed a kick to Cooler's chin.
Piccolo then stood superimposed in a scene that evoked his former godhood as Kami's dark splinter, his triple appendage making good to conjure its thoughts. Meanwhile, Cooler walked the air as a monster of myth, challenging the cosmos and gravity itself as he might.
The two raced toward each other, Piccolo's singular, doubled left arm weaving behind him as he quickly attained the sword in his other. About to swat Cooler with sword in hand, he tricked the Changeling by pretending to slash first, then casting the sword behind his back. It was there that the sword was falling backwards in the air, Cooler standing distracted by Piccolo's feigned blow.
Cooler was completely on guard, but Piccolo cried the command for his Special Beam Cannon and managed to successfully land it in Cooler's mechanical knee. Even as the sword fell back, Piccolo's seemingly elastic left arms were behind him, woven like threads to quickly retrieve the sword. Pulling it away from the distance of air, the arms finally cast the sword into view, attaining a clear shot to strike Cooler in the chest.
With ease, both of Piccolo's arms were holding the handle of the sword, while the white cage of Cooler's chest armor was noticeably cracking. Piccolo's other arm, however, seemed to disappear in the aftermath of the blow.
Cooler staggered back to fit the appearance of someone who had taken a great blow, little purple blood caressing bits of his circuitry. Cooler's grunts hardly denoted an expression of harm sustained, moreso a chance to continue fighting. Cooler nakedly sighed, lifting and pointing his right index finger in such a way where he was preparing to charge alien electricity to him. However, Piccolo smiled with the knowledge that even Cooler's appearance of gathering the first sparks wasn't important.
There sat a winding green object in the air behind Cooler, something resembling a grounded snake in their midst; it was Piccolo's third arm, seeming poised for something to follow. Piccolo, as he smiled, was watching as Cooler's energy ball was tightly growing. The Namekian himself was gathering energy in his other hand, standing in front of Cooler's assault to come as if there hid some surprise in him.



Dedicated to the memory of the Boston Marathon Victims.


COMING UP IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF FUTURE PAST!

    A mysterious hooded figure and Gotenks finally arrive at the scene to help Gohan, who is occupied with keeping Uub safe. As the young pupil of Goku rests, Boa, Bardock, Zealor, and Bulma stand upon the warship with their mission; to find Vegeta as the Saiyan warship takes off to the Omega Saiyan kingdom! However, Boa's in for a surprise, while the Androids join Michael, Piccolo, and Trunks against the evil of the Saiyans!

Can the heroes save Uub in time to get him back safely to the Lookout, or will Xicor have way with his former pupil?

FIND OUT ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF FUTURE PAST! STARRING GOTENKS AND THE MYSTERIOUS MASKED… OOF!", Gotenks huffed surprisedly.
This time, it was Michael who said, "It was supposed to be called 'A Moment of Silence', before you had to run your mouth!"
"Why?! I thought that if I broke the silence, people would feel a little bit less melancholy! OOF!"  
Trunks and Piccolo sigh pedantically, thus. -

Bulma Briefs had a lot on her mind.  

The day was spent escaping the Saiyans' onslaught of the city where Capsule Corp was stationed, her immediate response being that she could try and reason with one of the soldiers. To release herself from the dread that the Saiyans could inflict to her, she managed to talk her way back into a Saiyan group that would lead her to a nearby battleship.
As the ship was taking its course away from the city that was filled with destruction, Bulma was standing with the soldiers near her, looking over the world below from the ship's command center windows.  
Addressing one of the soldiers at the terminals, Bulma sternly asked, "At attention, soldier! When are we flying back to Planet Vegeta?"
With somewhat of a fearful response, the soldier turned and saluted, saying, "Uh, we should be going back at any time within the next few hours, Queen Bulma!"
Stomping her foot onto the ground, she asked, "Alright, then, where's my husband?!"
The soldier gasped, choking out in reply, "I don't know… We were receiving a report from our soldier Sharon, who previously saw him fighting Nappa! Of course, Sharon's dead and from a field report that we've received, Nappa is apparently blind!"
Bulma asked, "Wait, what?! Nappa's alive? Since when?"
Without hesitation, the soldier replied, "Well, we managed to procure the Dragonballs with the help of Tarble, Vegeta's younger brother; Sharon proceeded to resurrect Nappa and Raditz, who we knew in HFIL to have practiced far more than the rest of us! It was truly a sight to be seen!"
With this, Bulma grunted and from under her breath, managed to successfully draw the attention of the soldier even more quickly. She was clearly the domineering force of the day's proceedings, making quick with her pronouncements and somehow holding lead over the troops that even Saiyan captains didn't have. It was a clear effect of being tired, something that she could easily become in situations of battle.
She then asked, "Well, back to square one… What's the plan for the next few hours, while we're here?"
Cowering in a precious salute, the Saiyan answered, "I… I… I don't know! I think we should be going over a few more cities and then we'll be headed back! Why? Is there something you needed us to get?"
Bulma said, "Not until I tell you, so you stay put! Is that affirmative, soldier?!"
The Saiyan staggered back, while Bulma was screaming all the more, "Do you hear? Honestly, I should have troops like you put back in whatever academy you were taught in! You have no idea how much it sickens me to see raw potential go to waste!"

Soaring in a trajectory nearby, there were a few figures flying with the rustle of wind against their cheeks, patented with their newest outfits to cover their beings. The three of them were hovering above the clouds like interesting birds of prey, only seeking what they may find. It was certain that their quarry lay in the presence of a strong, marked pause that could guarantee them silence from the turmoil and destruction below.
Zealor, Bardock, and another figure were flying with utmost speed towards an imminent arrival, pursuant of Saiyans to infiltrate without prejudice. The other figure wore a strange, black haircut with silver shades touching the sides of his head; however, his armor seemed to resemble that of his partners. He also had a tail, something that was sure to be a dead ringer for any trooper of this alien race.
Bardock yelled over to him, "Now, Boa… Or Commander Kapao, for that matter…"
In disguise as a Saiyan official, Boa had used his Namekian powers to shapen his own being to fit the likeness of someone who Zealor told him about. It was to be assumed that Boa simply mimicked Vegeta's appearance, something that Boa was certainly familiar with. However, it was definitely subconscious knowledge, even as Boa was making his appearance that of another Saiyan.
Zealor stated, "We're going to try and find whatever Saiyan fleet we can use to our advantage; our goal is to get off the planet and attack the Saiyans where they live. From what I know, King Vegeta certainly couldn't be holding more power than that of a mere Super Saiyan 2 or even Super Saiyan 3. However, our combined forces are more than enough to best him."
Bardock followed by adding, "Boa, your mission is that of a stealth mission; I want you to try and talk to the captain of any force you can find. Zealor is a relatively unknown presence here, so our job is to make him look like a prisoner that we have captured. That's why he's not wearing a Saiyan outfit."
This automatically caused Zealor to breathe a sigh that would allow him to focus on the objective at hand. He said with further compromise, "Kapao, your job is to act like…"
"… We defeated you?", Kapao joyfully asked, following Zealor's obviously annoyed instructions. Kapao followed by saying, "Looks like I actually did win that battle back there, huh?"
Bardock yelled, "Boa, shut up!"

Back on the ship, Bulma was looking out over the sea, making glances at the beauty of the waves, while her mind was focused on the prospects at hand. She was temporarily assuming a reluctant position as the 'Saiyan Queen', whatever that would entail for the hours to come. All of a sudden, the intercom of the warship started to buzz, as the voice stated, "Alert! We have approaching Saiyans requesting to board! Alert! They seem to have captured Captain Zealor! Over and out!"
Saiyan men were filing down the halls, as the door of the ship was opening up to these new, mysterious troops. As they flew in, Zealor had his wrists caught in mechanized handcuffs; leaning forward, his topless bane was being moved quickly by Bardock and Kapao. A Saiyan troop walked over to them and asked, "So, you've managed to capture Zealor, huh? Great work, boys! I think that King Vegeta will really commend you for your services!"
Kapao lifted up his hand in a salute position, while Bardock sighed as a reaction to his asinine banter. It was clear that Boa may have held a minor resentment of being beaten by Zealor earlier, but its form of expression was rather hilarious in the instance. Then, a Saiyan troop said to Kapao, "Commander! What's the status of Fleet Saiyan in the Lower Arctic?"
Then, Kapao replied, "I guess they must be really chilly!"
Without warning, Bardock pounded Kapao on the top of his head, hardly making light of the amusement that Boa was taking to the entire situation. Bardock yelled, "No room for jokes, Command… huh?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Bardock noticed someone who was standing at the top of the loading dock that they stood on. She was looking down to them, thinking to herself, 'Could this actually be?'
Bardock and Kapao stood up from the skirmish, making little leeway for curiosity not to develop in the moment that they saw her. She was looking at them, thinking to herself with eyes of bewilderment. Would it possible that she found someone who could assist them in their struggle against the Saiyan forces, this person would certainly not have used any form of espionage to acquire his goal. As this was not registering to her immediately, she thought to herself, 'Goku? What could you be doing here?'

With no time to lose, Trunks darted across the city with full Saiyan power. Wherever human citizens could possibly be terrorized past the fire and flames, he would rush to their rescue.  
The fire had finally died down from Trunks' power, but as Saiyans and humans looked around, parallel emotional glances were varied from left to right. The humans were looking with newfound joy at the world around them, only to the Saiyans' dismay. One of the Saiyans looked on with a strong foundation of resentment and yelled, "What?! How could this be?!"
Further discomfort was only bound to arise, as there shifted a sudden hand rising through the rubble of destruction. It was a sight that caused several Saiyanmen to shift back with terror, as there climbed from underneath tracks of fallen buildings and structure someone who was the first of a crew to be noticed. This was a crew of humans who were newly clothed, as well as fresh from a martial of destruction that had come forward.
In the wave of power that Trunks had sent out, humans were being raised from the dead by his fantastic energy supply. It was a wonder that could send a mere human into convulsions, but appropriate to this instance was the need for a miracle. These humans were terrified from the strength of the Saiyan troops destroying Earth, but it was obvious what remained to be seen.
Without hesitation, a Saiyan trooper yelled, "No! This can't be happening! What in the hell is this planet coming to?!"
In one stage of example, a human man was coming back from the dead and looking towards a group of humans that was nearby. Holding onto his head, he said, "Man, that was weird! That was awesome, though; I feel great to be alive!"
The set of humans that stood had great joy in their expressions, one of them running over to them, saying, "Uri!"
He looked on at the girl who ran to him and hugged him, crying as he said, "Demri!"
Rising immediately out of the rubble, he threw his arms around this girl that he loved, saying, "Demri, sweetheart!"
The girl kissed him on the cheek and said, "Uri, oh my God! Please…"
The others in the group all ran around them, starting to pick them up as they sat on the ground. It was clear that they stood to be buried in each others' friendship, the toils of death hardly assuming them now.
A Saiyan trooper lifted his arms and balled hands as he watched, people gathering together, yelling, "This can't be happening! Somehow, the dead came back to life!"
Another Saiyan added swiftly, saying, "Well, means we get to kill them again! Look out, world!"
With this, the Saiyans raised their hands all around the city, seeing each other's reactions to the presence of death. He said, "Damn the fires, men! Kill 'em all!"
All of the humans were looking with terror in their screams, knowing that they would die once more. Holding on with brief panic, their entropy was to arrive, until a silent yell came forward and said, "Stop!"
The Saiyans all looked up to the sky, as an image of a powerful, energized being stood in their collective conscience. The motions that the Saiyans could go through with further were halted, some who continued despite finding that energy blasts and power balls were not coming out. In a related batch of spite, one of them tried to throw a blast of energy at a group of humans, saying, "Take this!"
The group of humans stood in fear, as he attempted to charge a quick burst of energy. However, he would proceed to find that as soon as he threw his impulsive hand forward, he couldn't fire. The humans ran, one of them taking note of how they couldn't attack, thus laughing with exultation, "Haha! See ya, dirtbag!"
The Saiyan fell to his knees, even more beheld to the vision that stood in everyone's appeal. The image that was the eyes of humans and Saiyans alike was that of a god, something not quickened to a lack of spirit.
It was Trunks, whose eyes were closed as he was saying, "Everywhere, you Saiyans! Behold, I once lived in what I thought was the future; quite the opposite! The future that had come resembling my time was not one to last! This destruction you wreak is not going to last, either! I am Trunks and I have reached Super Saiyan 5!"
All of them were screaming madly, a few of them falling down baffled at what he said. Several of them reached Super Saiyan 2 and a handful of them reached Super Saiyan 3, but none of them could imagine a level past the power rumored in Nappa, Raditz, and King Vegeta himself. There was no telling what Trunks could do, now; however, he was certainly envied of all.
Down on Earth one of the humans, a young boy, yelled, "Go Trunks! Have at these ape asses!"
Other humans were cheering, causing the Saiyans around to stand in terror as Trunks' deity-like cries were saying, "I have isolated your powers and if I did it again, I swear it would be permanent! You're nothing but muscle, now! You scared? Humans!"
With the marvel of Trunks' call, the whole set of beings were looking to the sky with wonder, as he yelled, "Attack!"
It was clear in this instance that they knew what Trunks meant, as the humans of Earth were starting to rise with strength that couldn't be pictured by the Saiyans, as there were Saiyans who had fallen back to Earth from the air above them. There ran entire groups of humans to seize Saiyans, discovering that they were strong enough to fight the Saiyans capably. It would appear that Trunks' surge of energy strangely gave the humans powers to fight off their assailants.  
Opening his eyes with the vision's end, Trunks heard the warlike human cries from below, saying, "My turn."

"So, here's the drill! Zealor, how well known are you to the Saiyan troops?"
It was upon the Lookout where Piccolo was instructing those who were going to fight the Saiyans. Zealor, himself a Captain to the Omega Saiyans, was looking with precise, gentle observation of the Namekian's words. Looking at him with perfect intention, Zealor replied, "Not very well known. Since the Saiyans do not give attention to rank as closely as humans, I could very well be anyone."
Piccolo further said, "Alright. I'm sending you, Boa, and Bardock to infiltrate the Saiyans and get inside one of their ships."
Bardock entered in the conversation by stating, "Boa has the ability to shapeshift into a perfect representation of a thought inside his head. In this case, we will all pose as Alpha Saiyans."

Gotenks skipped the clouds like a sprite having flight on the wind, not giving heed to the miles of destructive array that was pressed in cities apart from his scope. As he passed by them, he thought to himself, 'I want to go save those people; I know I have to, as soon as this freak posing as my father is out of the way.'

"So, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha. Nappa is still alive and is bound to cause chaos, even if he is now blind, thanks to Hanuub. I want you to go destroy Nappa, because he's now weakened. I witnessed your power in the Time Chamber and the Pendulum Room and you are bound to be as strong as Super Saiyan 3, even somewhat higher."
With this quick relay into his orders, Piccolo summoned the attention of these human warriors. Theirs was an array of battle forgotten through having virtually been surpassed by the Saiyans.
Ever since Gohan became a Super Saiyan 2, there was no doubt they lacked abilities that were necessary to fight foes beyond the capacity of the Androids. However, Hasek's assembly was somehow perfect in that warriors seasoned in battle could make further use of their appendage for skill.
Krillin said to Piccolo, "What about you, Piccolo? Where will you be fighting?"
Piccolo said, "Don't worry. Hasek has since awakened my power and I will join you three in your battle. Still, though, there's a little practice I'd like to get, first. I haven't fought in a while, so I want to assure myself that I'm not as rusty as I have been."
Boa stated, "You should have this, then."
The Namekian lifted his hand up and with a puff of cloud swirling into his palm, a sudden object forming out of nowhere. Handing it out towards Piccolo, the stunned former spawn of Kami saw that it was a sword that Boa had to give to him.
Piccolo took the sword from Boa politely, swinging it with hardened, swift reflexes. Spinning it around with apt precision, Piccolo was making the impression of one who had practiced for years. However, Piccolo said in response to Boa's unknowing approach, "Thanks, Boa. What made you think of the sword, though?"
Then, Boa replied, "I just thought it would make you look cooler."
Piccolo smiled, lifting the sword and sliding his fingers across the blade reflexively. With a smart, contemplative look upon it, he said, "Interesting…"

All the while, Xicor several feet apart from Gohan, who held Uub like a fallen soldier in his hands. The former Goku smiled, having a menace to extend to his former son.  
While they stood across from each other, Xicor yelled, "Oh, and I have another confession to make!"
In an instant veil of terror, Gohan slightly inched back with Xicor's manic laugh containing his interest. With a new sneer, the false Saiyan deceptively stated, "I killed Raditz!"
This took Gohan with complete surprise and yet a fear that was so immediate, he screamed almost immediately with the thought of Xicor being the one to murder Raditz. This was possible, altogether false in its confirmation to others upon the Lookout. Therefore, Gohan was kept apart from them to embrace this silent alert, the only consolation provided in it being Goku as the one who remained stronger than all.
Gohan asked, "What?!"
Xicor yelled, "I killed him! He was the one to create me, alongside Sharon! However, Sharon peeled out at the last instant and this was certainly enough for me to take Raditz unawares! I murdered him, killed him in cold blood! Apparently, a new level of Super Saiyan isn't enough to take me!"
Taken flawlessly aback, Gohan was newly crowned with an immediate necessity to escape, but he thought to himself, 'If I try to escape, then I know he'll try to kill me! I feel like I'm dealing with something greater here than appears on his being… But how can it be any different than what it looks like?! It's Dad!'

With his new sword in hand, Piccolo looked over to Sarah and Silver, seeing their new humanity in his eyes. Thinking to himself on what they could do, he said, "So… What have you been up to?"
Fastened to their reply, the two were quick to focus with his pronouncement. Silver opened up by saying, "We've been talking. I was wondering… Piccolo, our power levels. Can we just practice with you? Try out our new human abilities?"  

Far away, there was a figure that was coming into view of approachable, objective interest; he was wearing a strong hood over him, covering his face to the matrix of the world around. However, what he was hiding would certainly be a mark of shock to anyone who saw his face.
In the city, Trunks was throwing punches to Saiyans left and right. It was clear that the Saiyans were not courageous enough to preserve a fight without their ability to destroy entire cities almost instantly. Therefore, the humans were the ones actually defeating the Saiyans.
Some of the humans resorted to toppling them by getting on top of them; however, it seemed as though some would fight back in defense. However, none of the humans were getting seriously hurt, as the power that Trunks used to neutralize the Saiyans' powers was something that also gave the humans power.
The successor to the Saiyan Prince himself was flying from Saiyan to Saiyan, developing a swift traction by which he inflicted each attack. In one example, there was a group of cowering Saiyans that surrounded him, causing him to fly over to each one that surrounded and land different parries to each one. Since none of them could fly, Trunks was suitably detaining them without any struggle that could be imagined. The Saiyans were fighting with a greater fear every second, as each one stared at Trunks' brutal attacks second after second.
One of them was trying to run, but Trunks grabbed him from behind and tugged on his arm, putting his foot to the Saiyan's back while another stood singularly upon the ground. Trunks pulled, causing a great crackle to resonate from the troop's shoulder. The other Saiyans tried to run at Trunks and land punches, but the only phenomena of struggle to occur was that Trunks spun into the air with each attack that landed on his body.
While his hand held tightly around the wrist of the Saiyan's arm, he spun into the air and watched the others below as they all climbed towards one another. Then, Trunks came down, letting go of the Saiyan's wrist and landing a punch per second to the Saiyans. With the five of them that encircled his being, he landed a corresponding blow to each of them.
With the first one, he threw a kick to his face that landed quite harshly against him. He was almost instantly felled as Trunks threw another elbow to one of the warriors' faces, breaking it instantly. These two were falling back as the one with the broken arm fell to the ground. Another of them was hit squarely in the neck, blood plowing successfully out of the back of it. Trunks had made it clear that the other one nearest to him was at the receiving end of a harsh, uninterrupted kick as he came closer to the ground.
Finally, the last one stood right before Trunks as he hurled into a crouch as a result from his fall back to earth. The Saiyan was closing in on Trunks with heavy, malicious feet that never veered from their destination; however, within the blink of an eye, Trunks rose from the ground. Championing the seconds, the silver furred Saiyan threw a driving uppercut that seemed lost in time; the trooper came closer and closer, only to be driven to the sky as Trunks yelled, "Harsh Uppercut!"
Without warning, the Saiyan was flying higher and higher, while Trunks reverted into a position of merely standing in place. With the seconds that followed, a clear bellow underneath the warrior's feet seemed to peak from the ground. Out of nowhere, a sudden crackle of energy was starting to flow through Trunks' eyes, followed by a punctuated whisper of his energy.
The ground immediately exploded with a massive thud of power, as the Saiyans Trunks had just beaten was sent flying into the sky. With a quick jump into the sky, Trunks darted after each being with a stark, vicious blow. There was no trepidation in the moves that Trunks had unfurled, himself making sure of the damage as blood gushed from either being. The race of bloodshed that continued was one that Trunks was used to in defeating warriors beyond his own comprehension.
With each blow that followed, it was being revealed that there were several afterimages of Trunks cast off his own being, an attack that Goku had hardly developed even in his own time. While Trunks stood in the center, he reverted to his normal state, saying, "Ascension Few!"
What came after was a strong flash of energy from his being, as the afterimages remained caught in their state of attack. However, the waking moments of the Saiyans came with the realization that they were being held in the air. This stood impervious of the notion they couldn't fly for the time being and all of a sudden, it was over. Coming back from their unaware state, a sudden attack hit each of them through and caused blood to come through the gashes inflicted. The men were all being killed, one final shout causing the impaling punches to strike through them with great force. Finally, Trunks dropped to the ground below and it was revealed that he transformed into a regular Super Saiyan 5, yelling with a final stance of powering up as the bodies of the men exploded in the sky.
Nearby, there was a young man who was watching, as Trunks' body started to shine back to its deeper silver from its shade of white; the gleam that passed through him reverted his skin from its accentuated blood flow. The boy approached Trunks curiously from behind and asked, "Trunks?... Is that…"
Trunks asked, "… Me?"
Like a father, he turned to face the boy and said, "Hey, kid. What's up?"
Then, the boy fell to the ground with slight fear. He was a moderately muscular young man who was dressed as casually as could be. As he sat on the ground, he smiled and asked, "Whoa! Trunks, that was so incredible! You practically killed those guys! What did you do to them?"
With a marvelous reversion to his normal self, the strong, courageous warrior replied, "Well, I just inflicted blows enough to destroy them. I used a bunch of afterimages that I could extend my influence into. Therefore, they weren't just afterimages at one point; they were actually all me. What I just did was absorb the energy from the men in the attacks."
"But, what good is it, if they can't use their powers?"
Trunks simply stated, "Well, why can't I use theirs? I absorbed all of their life forces."
The boy was taken completely aback with the hilarity of Trunks' reply, standing back up as and looking to this new hero of his. The boy joyfully asked, "Dude! That was awesome! I want to do that!"
Unrelentingly, Trunks stated, "You can. Just leave it to me."

Meanwhile, a ship of Saiyans was leaving West City as the Darwinian rage of the humans and Trunks came through. Upon it, several men were drained with energy, some even having broken bones from the onslaught. There were some with severed legs in infirmaries, appendages scarred from the brutality of Trunks' attacks.
Walking through a mechanical set of doors, she stood in a new set of clothes, thinking to herself as she looked at the command chamber, "Where's Vegeta?"

As Trunks takes on the evil Saiyan warriors in West City, Bulma has escaped with a Saiyan ship to where the Saiyans have established their empire! It is a dark day, as Xicor prevalently holds Gohan in a silent fear that seems to supersede the will in him to try and escape! How is Gohan going to be able to save Uub from Xicor?! Will the hooded figure be revealed? Will Gotenks make it in time to help Gohan?! Also, what new power do Sarah and Silver hold that is waiting for the world?! Behold, the rise of the Androids and the defeat of Nappa in the next chapter of Dragonball: Future Past!

Credits; "This is Gonna Hurt", Sixx A.M.

Trunks stood among the fires of the city beneath his feet, his eyes shining like new ambers stolen from Earth. The fact of the matter was that he was not going to stand idly by and watch any more Saiyans destroy his home. However, what made this all the more profound was that his time to grow old had passed in this timeline; the idea that he could still exist was a suggestion of greater things, an alternate reality surpassed from one to another through his zeal for justice.
 The fires that were licking every building were not a proud image to be entertained as his body started to race with electricity. Around his silver fur, it was a genius to be upheld, his own being now radiating with great power. In a swift color of the senses, Trunks looked at the fires and thought to himself, 'This shit is over!'
 However, it was not a pursuit to further battle, as Trunks' eyes shined from yellow to a new white, one where his irises became as ice in pigment. With that, his hair was starting to fly up and his fur was shining many colors, whereas he screamed to this transformation. Around him, there was the crackling of hundreds of atmospheres around him, almost like a proponent of thickening air. The seconds were starting to magnify the air's new colors, atoms being unraveled from the art of the universe, until finally, Trunks' screams were starting to radiate from all around him.  
 Without waiting, it was over; Trunks energy was soaring out in a resurrection to be maintained, as the fires were starting to bellow downward. The heart of the flame was starting to quicken with further grace to his charges, rising the highest in color and being as he powered up. However, his sudden surge of energy was starting to look upon the fires and from around the different sections of the city, it could be imagined that the fire was only getting worse. Pedestrians stood terrified, Bulma herself worried as the implications of death to approach. With fear in her mind as she stood guarded by several Saiyan troops, 'Oh, no! It's over! Where is this coming from?'
 However, Trunks yelled, "It would've been cool to see myself using a weapon to defeat you Saiyans! However, it is hardly the sword I need to defeat you!"
 With one final scream, Trunks' energy exploded through the gate of the atmospheres, seemingly coming through as a brilliant mark of omnipotence. In the final wave of energy that followed, the fires seemed to break from existence and vanish completely, whereby it seemed that new phenomena was coming through. The fire had died.
 Outside the city, the figure stood with a marvelous, impenetrable look at how the city's colors were turning to a damaged appeal of silver. It was almost as if the visage of Trunks had fully marked its sheen upon the the world around him and this figure stood as the sole witness. He was a hooded man who had the charms of silence flowing through his body, his observations of the world below a fitting observation.
  The world finally shined without antagonism in Trunks' stead, while the hooded man thought to himself, 'Trunks...'
  Turning around to face his objective again, the man looked onto the sky in front of him and soared once more. He was in awe of Trunks' power, seeing the heroism that seemed to glow from Trunks so definitely that an entire city could transform. The man thought to himself, 'Uub... I'm coming!'

Everyone stood around and watched, some of them terrified with what they were seeing. Piccolo's arms were spread to gargantuan size by the power that Raditz was unleashing. While Piccolo stood in this pain, he thought to himself how petty it should be that his arms would be destroyed. However, it was a signal to him that there was knowledge in the guise that the Saiyan was employing towards gaining his help.
Piccolo and Raditz fought once before, in a time where Piccolo was once an enemy to Earth; exiled by his own defeat at the hands of Goku, there was a man that stood wishing for greater destruction. In his time of waiting, Piccolo's paths intertwined with the path of Frieza's legend and this led to battle with his forces.
Those that stood on the Lookout were spreading back, while Raditz's hair shone the color red; an indicator of a false Super Saiyan 4 transformation. While Piccolo watched Raditz's somehow trustworthy look, he smiled and his muscles were growing to steroid proportions. However long it was taking for them to explode, there was clearly a peace in Piccolo's eyes that only he and Raditz could feel off the bat.
In a moment, Piccolo's arms reached their full size, Krillin yelling, "Piccolo, no!"

Meanwhile, down on earth there stood a lone figure that flew into the flames of the city below. With his Saiyan blue clothes, Trunks could come off as a being who was heir apparent to this hell on Earth. As soon as he touched down into the rubble, the fire crowded his eyes like a bad seed of ruin. He looked on, his eyes shining brighter than the fire as he took steps through the apparent tongues. Nearby, there were Saiyans who were flying about and conversing through the apparel of demise that the city became.
Vociferously, Trunks yelled, "Saiyans!", and in an instant, they looked to him with surprise. One of them ignorantly, yet sarcastically said, "That's a very rare breed of fur color, trooper! What do you call it?"
Trunks yelled, "Well, I don't suppose you've ever seen a Saiyan with fur past the Great Ape form, because you're never going to reach the level of power I'm going to use to destroy you!"
One of them said with adamant, evil reply, "Well, in that case, I guess we'll have to fuse, right men?"
Then, a group of Saiyans approached, flying right behind him like naïve birds coursing together to permeate further opposition. Trunks looked on and watched, saying, "Damn you, Saiyans! You are going to pay for all of this! Killing off these innocent people is not going to give back, I promise you!"
However loud and resonant the demanding spell came through, a pair of Saiyan men joined together in an unholy unison. With readily parallel actions, they both exclaimed, "Well, look at us, huh? We can give back something, at least! Behold! Fu…"
Trunks watched as they put their feet together and put their arms away from each other, coursing to one another with balance in mid air. The young Saiyan could speculate what was going to follow, but knew too well already. While he watched them fold their arms to the side, saying, "… Sion…", Trunks already grew annoyed and lifted up his hand with an exultant yell. A sudden blast of energy knocked one of them away without hesitation, as the other partner stood watching the blast fly past him with great electricity.
Provoked to curiosity, the Saiyan that remained asked, "Redduce?", which begged the question of why he was even making a signal for his dead partner. In the instant that followed, Trunks flew up with an angry fist and landed it squarely in the stomach of the other Saiyan, following by pushing his arm up from him in mid-air and kneeing the Saiyan in the gut.
The Saiyan that Trunks previously conversed looked on and said, "But… He's a Super Saiyan 2! What's going on?!"
Like that, Trunks threw a strong right punch to the Saiyan in such a way that broke his jaw, causing him to fall to the ground. With that, Trunks swiftly threw his arms away from himself and everyone else, firing random blasts that seemed to depart from them. Watching as the fire balls flew strangely away, the Saiyan yelled, "Haha! Look at you, little shit! Can't even aim!"
Trunks turned to face them and he said, "You've missed a lot of episodes*, apparently. Did your Saiyan combat trials teach you to look the other way?"
Only taking a second more to laugh, he looked behind with the other Saiyans that stood, the blasts regrouping to hit each of them as if they were blown by wind. However, Trunks stood resolute as the fires stretched past him in the trails of light that annoyed him. While one of them was flying over, trying to escape, Trunks was captivated by the scouter over his eye. Noticing that the Saiyan was directly in the way of Trunks, blinded by his own fear, Trunks flew over and landed a direct knee shot to the Saiyan's stomach.
Inches away from the Saiyan, Trunks reached his hand over and grabbed the scouter from off the Saiyan's eye. Lifting up his other knee to match the other parallel, Trunks pushed his other knee to the Saiyan and pushed slightly off him, managing to reach his feet up and knock him away.
Backflipping into the space behind himself, Trunks held the scouter precisely between his right thumb and index finger. Picking it up to mouth, he rolled his fingers over its shining frame and pressed the button on it, saying, "It's Trunks, over."
Fizzing through the radio signal coming out the scouter's earpiece, a small voice came out of it and said, "This is Captain Beem. Over."
With a clout-filled smile on his face, Trunks said into the earpiece, "Several men have been downed by a strange figure from out of nowhere. Apparently it's some freak with silver fur who looks like a Saiyan, or a human. Could be both."
Radio-like, the voice said with ego, "Well, whatever! They're both dead, anyway; no human like that can exist with Saiyan powers, so you're wrong! We'll be right over. Out. Wait… Did you say 'fur?'"
With curiosity present, Trunks threw the miniature unit up into the air and fired beams out of his eyes, disintegrating the device almost immediately. It was clear that he was not going to have any more patience with the Saiyans, until they were seen as being done with their conquest.  
He stood and watched while the buildings burned and all the while, Trunks thought to himself, "Mm… It's nice and warm, here. Let me cool down a bit."
Suddenly, his fur retracted almost instantly and his eyes turned from their lemony yellow to a new, black shine. He was reverting from Super Saiyan 5, as his gloves could no longer weave the expression of fur into their folds. His muscle size lowered slightly from his original state, as he thought to himself, 'This will allow me to move a little faster for the time being.'
He looked behind as he could hear slight brushes of air close in from around him, the beings that followed having no distinguished appearance in their Saiyan attire. Each one was looking at him with a look of little surprise, while he stood. They were starting to come from all sides, all of them looking at him with less than a remarkable stare.  
Finally, with a chant to break the silence, one of them said, "Well, well! Look who's wearing no shirt! Some looker, huh, boys?"
All of them were laughing as he stood with his eyes closed to them, thinking to himself upon the rapidity of their lunatic banter. He was clearly amused by their consistent toying with him, smiling wider with one saying, "Mr. Hot Pants is not himself on fire! Maybe he is! Hahaha!"
Trunks still stood, waiting for any of them to silence from the lack of seriousness in their collaborative laughter. After waiting a little while, one of the more elegantly dressed Saiyans said, "So, where is this 'killing machine', brat? How come you are the only one left? What, did you run off hiding?"
Opening his eyes, he revealed the darker shades around them; a sign of an incomplete reversion from Super Saiyan 5. His irises were also yellow, himself glaring strongly at the Saiyan troop unit and smiling, "Nah, I just turned normal."

His arms were now imploded, pushing towards the air briefly within his stead. Tien looked on, thinking to himself with slight fear, 'Piccolo should be able to grow his arms back, just in case they explode, but… I don't know… What is Raditz doing?'
Raditz continued to look on with little surprise as Piccolo maintained his glance. All of a sudden, Raditz's open palm closed to form a fist and his hair glew a brighter shade of red as a surge of energy was sent out. He yelled with a greater maxim of power that demanded the attention of all his subjects, but there stood no effect in Piccolo's arms. Each of them were scared by this abrupt flare sent about, but the effect was rather surprising.
Piccolo's arms, which had now bulged too greatly to be fathomed, were coming back to a normal size and length. Their shrinking caused the people around him to wonder, terrified yet slightly surprised. Yamcha remarked, "What?! Piccolo's arms… They're… Growing smaller!"
Tien yelled, "Look at them!"
Without warning, Piccolo's arms turned back to normal, while he wore a brusque, yet wise grin upon his face. Raditz's hair reverted to black, while everyone around stood shocked. Hasek yelled, "What on Earth?!"
Making no room for intermission of this exchange, he barked, "Listen up, humans! I'll go away just to prove the following point; you need my help."
A new look of anger upon his face, Boa yelled, "What?! Help from you, Saiyan freak?! Even this red haired nuisance was more helpful!"  
Beleaguered by Boa's naively placed insult, Bardock yelled, "Boa!"
Zealor looked towards Boa with a feisty bend of his eyebrows, saying, "Watch your words, boy!"
Raditz yelled, "Listen! Kakarot is dead, as you all know! The factor in this is most certainly my doing, as he is now a slave of that accursed fool Sharon! I can't sense Sharon's energy anymore; he is likely dead; that is beside the point. Through the use of my Blutz Wave cannon and Sharon's illusory power, we created the impression that Kakarot was a resurrection of the Legendary Super Saiyan Xicor. However, I can assure you that Xicor didn't have horns on his head and he is not welcome to our Saiyan ranks!"
Yamcha, clenching his shoulders and elbows together, yelled, "Well, what makes you think you're going to get any closer to humans, either? You killed Goku once before, now you think you're going to get any more love from us after enslaving him again? He's not dead, you bastard!"
Krillin got into a fighting position almost immediately and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?! We're back in action!"
Raditz yelled, "So, you think I care?!"
Turning his back to them, he promptly said, "I'm going to help you, whether I like it or not. Just to prove it, I'll leave. The only real person I came here to see was Father."
Surprised with this statement, everyone looked to Bardock as he stared on at his son. Raditz walked to the very edge of the Lookout and thus stated, "If I had any advice to give, it would be that we make great spies."  
It was finally here that Raditz leaned over the side of the Lookout and dropped over it, looking on to the ground with a poignant stare. Everyone stood with unmatched, puzzled look as he made a complete jump over the side of the Lookout. With a beleaguered suspicion towards him, it was clear that Raditz was not attempting to prove his innocence. However, there was a presence that denoted he was innocent in reply to their curiosity; they weren't going to believe him if he opted to stay.
With Bulla standing near him, she yelled, "We should go get that freak!"
Pushing herself to run towards the edge of the Lookout, she started to charge a blast of energy, only to be interrupted with Bardock's arm stretching in the way of her. She held the ball of energy, only to enclose it to emptiness in her hands once more as soon as Bardock stopped her. She looked up to him with intrigue and surprise, as he stared out at the expanse of sky that surpassed them.  





Meanwhile, climbing the air, Trunks was once more in his Super Saiyan 5 state. He threw his body up into the air and landed a punch that managed to hit the Saiyan captain in the face. He followed in a few more seconds by landing a successive parry of kicks and punches that threw him off guard. Each of the warriors that stood around were confused, as he appeared with an immediate silver fur that was mysterious to them.
They flew after him, one of them yelling, "That's the freak that Beem told us about! Get him!"
While Trunks was dealing with the soldier that he previously attacked, another one flew up to him, only to receive a kick that Trunks threw behind himself. Trunks followed with a close right hook to the face and then a left jab to the stomach, pulling the Saiyan's face to his knee as he drilled in further combat. With another approaching him from behind, Trunks performed a backflip kick that managed to hit his previous target in the face successfully. However, it also cycled in such a way that it blew down the face of the Saiyan behind him, the slash of his boot heel sliding down his face. The Saiyan's face was immediately scarred with the turgid pain that Trunks created.
Following the skirmish, Trunks threw an elbow to the stomach of the Saiyan; he mimicked the attack's succession with a kick where he lifted his leg and snapped his lower calf back, causing the Saiyan to fly from him in an instant. As Saiyans continued to come closer and huddle over him, Trunks darted his body down slightly. They tried to bury themselves upon him, finding it a good idea to trace arms all around his proximity. However, Trunks put his hands upon either side of his knee and spun around in air, going faster by the second.
The closer they came, the faster Trunks' foot carried his body, the energy of this young Saiyan electrically. Ultimately, he spun fast enough where his energy charged through in the fashion of a spinning top; Trunks power came through, as he let go of his leg and spun to a standing position, his arms spread out and his leg lifted high. He yelled, "Spinning Top!"
The blast that followed knocked all of the soldiers with energy that could not be avoided. The power that flowed through explosively destroyed the Saiyans around, the others who stood watching taking no marvel at Trunks' powerful demonstration. Trunks came back to an upright stance, paralleling the huddle backwards that the remaining Saiyans took.  
Motivated by this tragedy, a pair of Saiyans grouped closer together, performing the Fusion Dance; Trunks saw them almost instantly and said, "Metamorean Fusion, huh? Broly and I can do that!"
Trunks threw his hand out suddenly and fired a pair of energetic lights that targeted the Saiyans as they were barely past the first steps. These lights flew straight into the fusing men, the lights not blasting them but impaling them like daggers of energy. They were distracted by Trunks' attack, blood churning through their torsos as Trunks yelled, "Light Sword Headshot!"
This call draped the swords' energy a bit more powerfully, extending them to the back of the surprised troops' heads. The attack impaled each of them straight through the eyes, but there remained a detail where the light of the swords came out through the side of their heads and met each other as a single light. The blood that gushed out instantly was staining each of the soldiers, Trunks not being distracted by anything nearby.
However, there was a Saiyan behind him who held a vice grip upon a knife in his hands, flying closer to Trunks. Tactically, the Saiyan finally rushed in and put the palm of his hand over Trunks' forehead, while his knife hand stretched the blade to his neck. Attempting a slide of the knife, the figure finally passed it all the way through, finding a mysterious veil of blood upon the knife.
There was no doubt that the Saiyan managed to cut something, but Trunks' neck was completely unharmed as he pulled the Saiyan's hand off his forehead. Then, Trunks said, "Good job with that knife, by the way."
Trunks turned his body with a successful right elbow, revealing that the Saiyan had indeed cut his neck. More blood pored out through his mouth as Trunks strategically escaped. The Saiyan was falling closer to the ground, the blood falling upwards while Trunks stood in air before a group of terrified Saiyans. Turning his head to face them, he asked with magnetic menace, "Want more?"  

"That was weird!", Krillin yelled as Silver stood beside him.  
Silver looked down to him and said, "He just left us without a single thought! Still, what did he mean by that line about 'spies?'"
All the while, Bardock and Piccolo stood near each other with a curious look towards the sky in front of them. Everyone was standing around with master-less looks, all trapped in penchant towards the lone sky. Raditz left each of them confused by the dervish that was to be remembered; Piccolo survived what wasn't an assault on him, but a summon to collaboration.
However, breaking the silence left from Raditz's crusade, Piccolo yelled, "Alright, listen up!", a call to attention that could only reflect Raditz's strange stirs.

Flying lone above the sea, the figure flew more and more, while he looked on at the surrounding depth of sky. He was aimed towards finding Uub, his actions and speech not giving away an aura of any mystique or danger to be revealed.
Flying from another direction was Gotenks, who was leaning towards the environment in front of him with an eager sword.  
White clouds vanished in each instance, the two of them coming closer and closer to a trajectory in their reference. Gotenks was previously there, before he fought Sharon and allowed Goku to fight Raditz by himself; it was now his brother doing battle for him against the wiles of Xicor. There was no insistence of either side knowing how far they were from such a place, as Gotenks thought to himself, 'Dad, I'm going to save you! I promise, I won't let you down!'
However, the mysterious, hooded figure's thoughts as he flew were less implicit than the fact he was in quest for someone's life to save. He looked on towards the sky, not marshaled by anyone's orders for him as before. He once stood a slave to time, though; it was of the essence to capture his subject from the charms of evil.
He thought to himself, 'I have to focus on him… He must survive, or we're finished.'



So it seems that Raditz has yet to prove his trust with the Z Fighters, still needing to show that he is worthy to be a fellow warrior to them! However, Raditz has convinced them for the time being, while Trunks is busy taking on the Saiyan warriors in the city! Also, Bulma manages to sneak on board a Saiyan ship! What will her mission be, from there on? What are the Z Fighter's missions, in fighting the Saiyans?! Finally, who is the mysterious figure out to find Uub?!  


FIND OUT, ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF DRAGONBALL: FUTURE PAST!
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• "Episodes" has two meanings, here! One where I'm referring to the episodes of DBZ and another where the episodes could refer to personal moments in the Saiyans' lives where they've done battle. It's obvious that I'm not the one breaking the fourth wall, here!- Gotenks, off flying, trying to…  

Trunks- Gotenks, go to hell.

Broly- KAKAROT!!!!!!!!

Gotenks- Oops! I guess he's mad I pissed on him!*

Trunks- Sigh…

• "As seen in the second Broly Mov… OOF!"- Gotenks, getting hit on top of his head with my sword- Trunks.