A Half Saiyan's Victory (FT V.S Gohan)

Gohan rose his sight at the very top of the towering of Capsule Corporation, it was an extremely successful company. It was the basis of all technology known over the entire planet, owned and lead by Bulma's father. He pouted softly as he ought to wander through the streets, investigate any complications between people, this time he was simply wearing regular clothes, unlike every moment he used his Turtle School Gi in order to be already prepared to fight off any villains terrorizing Earth.

Regardless, there were barely any villains planning to assault any holds currently; his palms ducked through his jeans' pockets, stepping with silence through the crowded pavements of the city. Mostly, he would bump into people; forcing their legs to fail them in their duties, embarrassingly watching them cascade down their backs.

A power level disturbed him from his miscellaneous duty, higher than any of those countless ones which established on the surface of West City. His attention was highly drawn from his 'other' mission, cycling his direction towards where the signal pumped from. He fastened his speed rate, turning a clean 90 degrees to the right; entering an impure and darkened doorway. Where he could use his abilities without any witnesses' presence.

He allowed the gravity depart from his torso, hovering numerous meters above the dirty flooring. Rising higher above the highest buildings that reside within the city, he paused at the midsection of the skies. Attempting to locate any odd figures between the humanoid ones that usually lurked in the streets; it was odd for somebody who held such great power to tend with civilization instead of exploring the world and learning more about it.

Who was this source?

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WC: 286

Actions:
1. Search For Trunks.
2. Be Gohan.
3. Be Innocent.

It wasn't often that Trunks was stuck in this kind of situation. It had been a long while since he had dealt with this kind of travesty. Each and every bar within range, completely dry of any type of alcohol. Hell, at this time the young saiyan would have killed for a drink. His mouth was dry, his feelings were dull, he needed it. He needed something to pick him up, and show him the way. This was normally how Trunks carried his day, drinking and battling were the only things that kept him from going insane. The only things that kept his life meaningful. Until he could have one, he needed the other. It was a vicious cycle in which he was living. Now the alcohol did not effect his body as it did with normal humans. Trunks was powerful enough, and he supposed his saiyan genes helped to erase the effects of this deadly liquor. He actually had never been drunk, he only drank to taste the ripe flavors that ran through each and every glass.

Right now though, he was forced to push these needs. Trunks continued his search, like a blood thirsty hound, searching for his prey. He walked along the busy city streets, he knew he couldn't last long walking among the humans. There pitiful excuse of a life annoyed him, it almost made him feel sorry for them, killing them would bring all of them relief in his crazed mind. As he walked he looked up at the sky, almost to be begging for a sign, something to direct him in the direction of the liquid that he lust for.

Then he saw it.

A man, no a boy, flew above the city. This was no ordinary human, as Trunks knew they were too untrained and weak to fly using their inner ki. No, this had to be someone of his skill level.

'If I can't have one, I'll have the other.' Trunks thought to himself as he launched his own body into the sky to meet this boy head on. Whoever he was had picked the wrong city to observe, considering Trunks had no liquor in his body, the next best thing was battle. Possibly this boy would provide the challenge he had been in search for, someone to prepare him for his battle to the death with his father, Vegeta. As Trunks closed in on his target he began to raise his ki, he was unaware of how powerful this kid could be. He learned a long time ago, never underestimate your opponent.

Trunks quickly caught this mysterious foe, face to face. He looked the boy up and down, he didn't seem too threatening. He hoped he would do something to piss him off. Oh how he begged for it.

"Who the hell are you?" Trunks barked at the boy. The saiyan held his power at a higher level until he gained a response.

WC: 489

Actions:
1. Power up (+20% Ki & Strength)
2. Be Trunks.
3. Be Bad Ass.

He rubbed his hands through his hair, feeling hopeless about finding this rare person. Was he going to eventually fail in locating him? Was it that difficult? Finding him or not, he was definite he would end up facing him at the end. Hopefully, he would make a new acquaintance; or he may end up as a rival enemy towards this source of power. However, where the hell was this man?

Shortly after, a familiar figure entered Gohan's vision, obviously the one Gohan was seeking out. He furrowed his brows in curiosity, trying to reveal the intentions behind this stranger's face. The teenager could feel his muscles tense, he wasn't sensing anything 'remarkable' about this individual, nothing but his power's rising as he growled at the younger Saiyan.

"Who the hell are you?"

Even though, the attitude shouldn't be misguided; it wasn't any good behavior towards people, Gohan could tell that this stranger was having a hard time making up friends. As well it was clear that he sought to battle the youthful boy, either it was for some personal reason or just because he wished for it. It would be most favored to avoid doing so, Gohan wasn't ready for a spar; neither he would like to harm any innocent stranger. As he scanned the purple haired man's power rise, his aura blasted from void into existence, burning around him as an adept amount of power level was purely flawing from his body. It was impressive, yet Gohan would not face him with his true power revealed; instead he suppressed half of it to fool the man. It was a common method to bore who'd favor battling and fighting, leaving their prey alone. Gohan was actually no prey, nor he was a hunter. He was completely a fully different entity.

"I am Gohan, who are you?"

Gohan released the pressure onto his head, letting his brows rise as he glanced at the man with an innocent face, yet not intending to deceive the man; it was his nature to usually stay in a regular mood. Instead of a serious, depressing one. The lad had no reason to rise his power anyway, instead he kept suppressing it to a minimum of 25%. Therefore, the teen's mood could instantly switch, along the rising of his power level; just the same state of lighting up a bulb. His eyes focused into the man's, it held a familiar face; which he had seen once before, yet clueless about whom owned the similar lineaments.

A sudden gust in the air, blew over the hanging limbs of his thick hair. Revealing his forehead as his hair flew into random direction, he was certain that he could take on this challenger without any major issues, yet he was still uninformed of the full power of this foreigner. He sighed, awaiting a response from his uninvited 'guest'.

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WC: 487.
TWC: 773.

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Actions:
1. Confronted By Trunks.
2. Speak With Trunks.
3. Prepare @ Strike.

The innocence of this child made the young saiyan prince sick. How could he sit here with all this power that he had within him, and act as if he were some innocent child. Almost trying to seem normal. This pissed Trunks off, no mortal should hide any power that they had within them. Power was everything, power gained you everything in this universe that one could wish for. Trunks lived to own power. He was happy with the extreme amounts of ki that ran through his body, it pulsed within him like a band of demons attempting to escape hell. It wanted to be shown, wanted to be unleashed upon a victim of its own choosing. Trunks had made up his mind, death would come quickly to this boy unless he showed his true power that he knew was running through his inner core.

"I am Gohan, who are you?" the young boy replied. This was not the response that Trunks had expected, how the hell after a greeting like that could a boy still be so calm? It pissed Trunks off, but yet also intrigued him. This would be fun to extract the inner power this boy had hidden. It excited the saiyan part of his brain that screamed for him to fight any strong opponent that he came across. Yes it was settled, this boy would die.

Trunks allowed a smirk to run across his evil saiyan face, push the sides of his cheeks up. He looked this Gohan fellow deep within his eyes, almost to try and look through his soul.

"Who am I? I am Trunks, member of "The Fallen". I am also your reaper." Trunks muttered to his new opponent, he was his opponent even if he didn't know it yet. Trunks had already pushed his power up over its maximum levels, so his body had already been set to strike, and strike he did.

The saiyan launched his right fist forward, aiming to land his bare knuckles across the boys face. In the same fluid movement that he always used, the saiyan lifted his left arm behind his back. The cold feeling of his swords handle began to fill his hands palm. This poor child didn't know what was about to hit him. Trunks revealed his weapon, a sword, stain with the blood of many others that attempted to battle him. Trunks quickly pulled his sword down to grasp with both hands, as he swung it towards the legs of Gohan. This attack was aimed to cause major damage to the inner tendons that moved his opponents leg, causing him to slow down during combat and the extreme speed of Trunks to take over the battle.

The saiyan prince followed through with his swing with a small ki ball launched at his opponent. The main reason for this was not for damage purposes, but mainly to push his body out of the way of harm. If he was further away from Gohan, then he would be better prepared for the oncoming retaliation. Trunks stood back to his feet, his aura now burning quickly around his body, awaiting Gohan to make a move.

WC: 527
TWC: 1,016


Actions:
1. Strike @ Gohans head (AR2)
2. Strike w/ sword @ Gohans Legs + Debilitating Blow (AR3)
3. Ki ball

It was apparently a stupid inquire, wasn't it obvious? He was indirectly forcing Gohan to battle him, he wasn't making a friend anyway, why would he bother asking? He patiently stood awaiting a response from his 'friend'. Although Gohan had never bought the time to think about the man's clothes, it was of Capsule Corporation; just below him. Did he hail from there then? It was confusing, an challenger from the Corporation? He shrugged to himself as he learnt the purpose of the man, listening with great attention as the stranger revealed himself.

"Who am I? I am Trunks, member of "The Fallen". I am also your reaper."

The man with the name of Trunks, muttered; apparently planning to strike by any moment now. Although him being the reaper made no sense, Gohan was going to face this man with courage; he would never flee from a battle like he used to in his humble childhood. What did this Trunks refer to by mentioning "The Fallen", were they some essence of organization? It was difficult to understand, just as soon as he began to think more of it, he was so foolish to forget about his fellow enemy as he realized he was soon to be assaulted.

He watched as a beastly smirk washed over his angry frown, Gohan felt Trunks' power increase; it was yet as high as he would expected, yet not enough to tackle Gohan's. The purple haired one launched toward Gohan, cocking back his fist as he would punch. It was like a slow motioned scene, his heart beating as it raced from frustration, a blow to the face was always a major pain and weakness. He swiftly half-turned, watching as the arm covered his sight. Luckily, once again he noticed the moment where a sword was being swung at his leg; there wasn't any better choice but to fight his enemy, as it seemed he wouldn't accept truce.

He immediately allowed his barrier to surround him, protecting him as it blocked the sharped metal from reaching his feet. His eyes widened, as he could notice his opponent was already launching a ki ball that hurled at his face; unfortunately his barrier was ruptured, and the attack was only a mere inches away. Unfortunately too slow to even block, it rapidly burnt his chest, tearing his clothes as it caused numerous scratches and burnt flesh. As he generated his endurance, his chest wrestled the sphere, attempting to prevent it from hurling him away. Taking moments before it vanished, he inhaled deeply, settling his hands onto his knees, drops of exhaustion ran down his face.

That did it.

His temper rose, as he narrowed his eyes with great hatred and agony, grunting slowly as he stood still, still refusing to unleash his powers. Fortunately for the target, his power was still not revealing it's true self, as it remained connected to the cover that took on his true power, Gohan wasn't planning on killing his foe; only defeating him with the right of defense. He would only take moments before he charged at Trunks, yet hopefully not obvious that he was creating an image of himself instead to launch his own soul and body at him; instead he sneaked from behind as his competitor was probably distracted by his image. Quickly taking position above Trunks, his purpose was to surprise him and prove that Gohan should not be underestimated. "Looking for somebody" He whispered as his voice box muttered a few words, a smirk rose the corners of his mouth. Before long, he took a few steps back as he gathered ki within both palms, not bothering to admire the usual warmth that rushed in his arms.

He was prepared to watch his target burn.

Actions:
1. Evade @ Strike.
2. Barrier @ Sword.
3. After Image.

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WC: 636
TWC: 1409

It seemed as if Gohan was just as fast, if not faster the Trunks. This was completely new to him, as he was normally the faster fighter in any battle. No matter, this would just mean he would need to take different tactics in destroying his foe. Yes, it seemed that Gohans power level was higher than that of the saiyans prince, but it was no matter. If it was one thing that Trunks had learned in his long years of fighting, the stronger warrior didn't always win the battle. He had to bet on his experience in battle against this young boy, to be the deciding factor when it came to becoming the victor.

As Trunks swung his sword in attempt to slice the young warriors legs off, his opponent used a technique that he was only used to seeing the brute Broly use. It was a barrier technique, that blocked all incoming attack. This skill was very useful, and seeing that another fighter could learn the same move, this made Trunks certain this would be his next attack to master. The force of which Trunks slammed his sword into the shield of energy left his hands wrenching with pain. The vibration from his sword crushing into the sphere of ki gave him more pain in his hands that trickled up his arms. The saiyans face began to contort as the pain he felt became apparent.

'Dammit!.

Trunks could still see his opponent in front of him. This seemed like the perfect time to strike, as he had just let down his barrier. Trunks began to grip the hilt of his sword once more, ready to strike his opponent down. Then something caught his attention. A voice from behind him, and it sounded like Gohan. Trunks spun around to see the young boy gather ki in his hands, readying a strike of his own. He must have been desperate to be building ki of this magnitude already in the battle. This was a sure fire way to tire yourself out.

Trunks knew what had happened, as he owned this same technique. It was a skill that allowed your body to move so quickly an after image of sorts were left behind to fool your opponent, and it would have; if not for this boys mouth speaking words and allowing Trunks to track him. Now it was time to show the boy how this way done. A true fitting for a saiyan prince, schooling his stronger opponent on the art of battle. Gohan should feel honored he would live to see this in action.

Trunks clinched his fist as he buried his feet in the ground, the sheer power that blasted from the inner core of the saiyan prince forced this to happen. It wasn't like Trunks had any choice in the matter, and even if he did he kinda thought this was a cool effect and wouldn't change a thing about it. If the saiyan clinched his fist any harder it would surely force his nails through the skin that covered his palm, yes this seemed like enough power to finish his opponent. At least, from the power it seemed Gohan possessed. Trunks for the moment held his head looking down, but now that his power was complete that would change. The saiyan prince shot his head up towards Gohan, who floated even higher in the sky. Before anything happened, Trunks allowed a grin to be seen for he knew what was about to go down.

Then it seemed his body froze.

Within seconds the saiyan warrior appeared behind Gohan, swiping his sword down towards the shoulder blade of the young child. This might seem like a cruel and inhuman thing to do to this young child, but being a heartless warrior that Trunks was he didn't care for meaningless things such as this. The sharp sword swung down at lighting fast speed, attempting to bury itself within the shoulder of this child. Trunks knew this wouldn't be enough, as he shifted his body readying another strike. The saiyan blasted his leg in a swiping formation, attempting to know his opponent off balance. If this were successful, then it would aid in his next attack.

Trunks blasted his body above the child, thrusting his right arm outward. The saiyan prince held his palm, almost blocking the view of where Gohan was positioned. This meant that his attack would be aimed exactly where he planned on the boy being. The saiyan prince could feel his ki rushing through his veins. The power of a true saiyan blasted through his arm and down towards his palm. Trunks hand began to glow a dark, black, evil color. A ball of energy had manifested before his palm, the souls of all that Trunks had destroyed seemed to scream out of this attack. Scream in warning, as it blasted down towards Gohan. Attempting to add his soul to the long list of victims.

WC: 827
TWC: 1,843


Actions:
1. Speed Burst + Sword Strike (Debilitating Blow) (AR3) @ Gohans shoulder
2. Leg Strike (attempting to knock Gohan off balance) (AR2)
3. Big Bang Cannon (AR3)

Gohan glanced with suspicion, watching Trunks conspire all the distance to realize his opponent was miles away. But only seemed to turn around a second time, as if Gohan was still there; there was dead silence, it seemed as time froze yet everything was occurring in their regular time rate, Trunks stood their, doing nothing. It was perplexing, how would it be possible for the man to know that Gohan was their preparing an attack of his own and simply stand still. Then suddenly... he vanished from his sight of vision.

Gohan head's trembled in a puzzled state, the man vanished from thin air; a technique that was foreign to Gohan's knowledge of special abilities. The teenager's view scoped through all the background, just as soon as he learnt the location of his opponent; too late to even alter around. The blade pierced through the muscle that used to grow over his shoulder, shocked to see his own flesh being teared; immediately there was pain arching through his ribs, yet he managed to endure it without any great deal of a problem. He allowed his shoulder bleed, soaking his own clothes as he redressed fully to face his enemy.

A leg swiftly was aimed for his waist, he wasn't letting this happen; instead he drew his muscular arm in the direction of the leg. The blow brandished his arm, inducing a bit of pain that made it's way through his wrest. Before he could know it, the warrior was above him; generating a ki based ability that was only a mere inches away before it could even length out. He tensed his muscles as he prepared for the impact, Trunks' power increased as the ball grew large. Gohan's teeth bared, furrowing his brows as he frowned; grunting as he knew this was going to be worse than he thought.

A bluish flashlight covered Trunks and the background, Gohan would've easily done a technique that would let him completely avoid this attack, but it was only usable once every certain amount of time and he knew it would be most useful in more powerful attacks, that's if he even survived this one. He observed as his own palms stretched, taking place before the gigantic azure wave. It pushed him a good distance away, burning his palms extremely; yet it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. His brows forced his skin to crush into each other, as he had nothing to do but scream and get the fucking wave out of his way. His palms stepped over the burning wave, luckily slipped out of it's path, he rolled as he was released from the ferocious impact. Despite his body being severely burnt, he stood into his feet once again; indirectly facing the ground. As his nails constricted force into his palms, almost enough to bleed them.

His anger took on the form of a burning aura, the bright shimmering flare grew mighty around his body; his energy flawed purely from every core. He soared towards Trunks once again, revealing his mad face as his eyes had never used this emotion, he was serious and insane. Generating ki in his palms as he traveled, he had to make sure he wouldn't approach Trunks before he fired this attack, he would only wish for it to claim successful; otherwise there wasn't any hope to own victory in this fight. That is unless he had used his full power, even though it might come to a point where he was forced to use it. After all, he was not going to lose this battle.

He swarmed his arm forward, watching his own sphere slowly make it's way towards it's prey. Just the moment it was a few meters away, he assumed the distance as it's true job began working, he smiled as soon as it stormed into countless ones that were twice as fast. Without even bothering to watch the firework, he inhaled for a moment, as he would rest before using any more abilities, it was a must to rest in between battles; either way he would end swimming in a pool created by his blood.

Actions:
1. Block@ Leg Strike.
2. Powered Flight (+30% Agility) + Kakusandan.
3. Completion Of Kakusandan. (AR 5)

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WC: 693
TWC: 2111

Trunks watched as the young boy blasted through his attack as if it were nothing. It wasn't that the big bang cannon didn't hurt the boy, it was more of the anger that Trunks had forced to emerge from within him cause him to feel nothing. Gohan tore through the sky towards the saiyan prince, he came with such speed that Trunks had already began to cover up. If he didn't do this quickly he would surely be taken by surprise by this young boy. Then he felt nothing, confusing the shit out of him. As the saiyan warrior peeked through his guard he noticed Gohan holding his arm out to his side, a ball of energy had already been formed in his palm.

'No!'

Trunks had took a risk of guessing his opponents next attack, and he guessed wrong. Had he had been right, he could have countered with an attack that surely would destroy his opponent. Except he didn't, and now he had a powerful opponent charging what seemed like a very powerful attack. This could not be good, at the point at which Trunks was at in his defense all he could muster up was to hold his guard.

The blast shot out of Gohans hand at the speed of light, this energy ball was small in stature. Maybe Trunks could actually manage to dodge this with his exceptional speed. The saiyan powered up, ready to blast out of the attacks direction.

"Boy, this isn't my first rodeo!" Trunks yelled at his foe, blasted off away from the attack. Then something went horribly wrong, the attack was in front of him. "The fuck?!" Trunks quickly turned in another direction to avoid this quick moving attack, but some how it was also already there. Could this attack be guessing his movements. Trunks suddenly realized that he was completely surround by hundreds of these small energy balls.

'Shit, not good!'

The blast quickly closed in on the saiyan prince, he had no other options left. Trunks covered himself, as each of the spheres of energy began to smash into his body. With each ball of energy, the saiyan prince body began to glow a bright blue color. He had barely learned this new technique and glad he did. At the moment he consumed each ball of energy, adding it to his own, keeping himself alive somehow. He knew this wouldn't last long as each of the attacks pushed more and more energy into his body. Once a user consumed too much energy he could die, so Trunks knew at the perfect moment he would have to stop and take some damage. He wouldn't die, but he would be injured.

Trunks could feel this time coming, his body already aching from the shear amount of energy that his body now possessed. He was forced to stop this transmutation and allow the energy to attack him. There were only a few attacks left to hit him, but each attack hurt like a son of a bitch. Trunks knew he could not keep fighting Gohan, not at this state, he had to make it look as if he were destroyed. Trunks blasted his aura around his body, what seemed like the last energy volley shot towards his face. The prince quickly caught the attack, then blasted his self down towards the ground. This was going to hurt like hell but he knew that Gohan wouldn't come to check to see if he were dead. He was too innocent, all he had to do was sell his own destruction.

Trunks body slammed into the ground, caving in buildings around him. Any normal warrior would in fact be dead, but Trunks was far from normal. He had enough energy left over that he could survive this, and manage to get away at the same time. Gohan was a powerful opponent, but he would have to wait to meet his end.

Death would surley await Gohan the next time these warriors met.

WC: 666
TWC: 2,509


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