Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible ❯ The Threat is Over - redone FINAL CHAPTER! ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17

Trunks watched in horror as Jen fell unconscious, black spikes dancing erratically in her rapid descent to the rocky, unforgiving ground far below. “Jen!” he cried in horror, but before the demi Super Saiyan could go after his injured mate, the battered Juuhachi-gou slammed her only remaining fist into his stomach; the momentum from her charge effectively assisting to drive all the air from Trunks’ lungs. Not giving the doubled over prince time to recuperate, the Android spun and delivered a harsh round house kick to his head, making the young male see stars.

Thus began Juuhachi’s all out assault, the pain and unexpected overwhelming sorrow for the loss of her twin making her attacks desperate and powerful. ‘What’d ya know! The tin can has feelings,’ this timeline’s sole remaining hope thought vaguely, as he was punched across the face, kneed in the ribs, fracturing two; then suddenly Juuhachi-gou’s was wrapped around his throat in a strangle hold!

“Die, you bastard!” the severely damaged, blond Android whispered menacingly into his ear. Though Trunks couldn’t see her, tears streamed in rivulets down Juuhachi’ cheeks, her icy eyes full of passionate hatred for her brother’s killer and their longtime rival. “I should have finished you off years ago, instead of listening to my brother and just settling for your mentor’s life.” She sneered as Trunks’ hands came up to weakly pull at the arm pressed firmly against his windpipe. His legs kicked, vainly attempting to land an effective blow to the petite woman, but found he was no longer strong enough himself to do so.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about following you baka twin’s advice ever again, now do you, bitch?” Trunks gasped, letting his tail unravel from its protected position around his waist, to encircle Juuhachi’s and try and pull her away.

“You son of a bitch! Once I’m through with you, I’ll make sure that your little bitch’s dead, and if she’s not, I’ll see to it that she and your stupid, whore mother beg for their deaths,” the once human Cyborg promised.

Trunks’ aquamarine eyes widened in horror, knowing all too well that the very pissed Android would carry out her threat with pleasure. He struggled harder, desperately trying to raise his power level and pull the suffocating arm away; but alas, the lack of oxygen and the exertion of delivering a full-powered Final Flash not two minutes earlier had taken its toll.

Black dots began to swim across his vision; the ugly, barren, battle scarred landscape appearing that much worse. ‘Jen…,’ the demi-Saiyan called weakly to his mate through their bond as his lavender hair fell into his azure eyes and his oxygen starved brain began to shut down. A lavender tinted-dark brown tail fell limp behind him.

“AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The deafening scream of pain in his sensitive, yet dulled, ears and the tremendous explosion at his back jolted Trunks conscious once more. Juuhachi-gou’s arm released its strangle hold and fell away to be forever lost among the boulder and sand. Immediately, the prince doubled over, hacking and gasping for breath, hands coming up to gently clutch his bruised throat.

Squinting his eyes open painfully, Trunks saw something that made his heart stop. “Jen?...” he whispered, staring at the beautifully, furious figure of his mate. Her brilliant, yellow-blonde upswept hair danced in the backlash of wind from her blast; as she glared up with azure eyes through slender, smoking fingers at the descending ashes that was once the undefeatable nightmare of his world.

"Jen..." Trunks whispered again a bit louder, before finally excitedly calling out to her.

His Super Saiyan mate (the first female Super Saiyan) finally lowered her hand and smiled with relief at him. "Trunks..." she managed to tiredly call back, before exhaustion over took her. Her upswept blonde hair, fell back to it's normal, beautiful black as suddenly all her energy deserted her and Jen began to fall to the ground.

"JEN!!!" her lavender-haired mate exclaimed; using his slowly replenishing energy to catch her before the girl hit the ground. "Jen? Are you all right? Speak to me!" he called to her as he cradled her in his arm.

"ssshhhh, Trunks-chan... I'm fine... just a bit tired..." she mumbled exhausted, slowly raising her loving gaze to meet his.

"You did good, Jen-chan!" he quietly praised her, for which she scoffed at him.

"Did good? Where'd you learn to talk? West Virginia, USA?"

Trunks chuckled at himself. "Maybe. Oh, Jen-chan; I'm just glad you're safe." he suddenly announced, gently squeezing her to his broad chest.

"I'm fine, Sweetie." she reassured him once more. "Nothing that a bubble bath, a couple of asprin and a good night's rest won't fix." she tiredly smirked, her eyes drooping close once more as she drifted off to sleep, safe in her beloved's arms.

The demi-Saiyan, former sole protector of this world, smiled lovingly down at her bruised, scraped and dirty face. "Sleep well, my Jen-chan... I'll always be here to protect you..." he quietly promised to her forehead as he bent to gently kiss it.

"Even beyond til death do us part," he finished, looking up at the brilliantly hued evening sky to the first of the faint stars struggling to make an apperance. Somewhere out there lay New Namek and the hopes of some day bringing the former Z Warriors back to life. Some day...

The End