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DBM Universe 12-14 and "Mirai" world : Twin Pain

Written by Foenidis

Adapted by Adamantine

In this alternative world where Mirai Trunks comes from, all our heroes were killed by the cyborgs... This story tells the details of that, it tells you about a part of the common story of universes 12 and 14.

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Pinned on the ground by the cyborg, the Saiyan now tried to kick him, but even though the young boy's body was seriously shook by the tremendous blow in the abdomen he's getting, he still didn't relent.

Kneeling, Son Gohan was feverishly rummaging through the rubble.

Farther, Krilin kept scanning the junk under 18's gaze. From the corner of his eyes, he frequently looked at what his best friend's son was doing. What was he waiting for? Now was the right moment! If he placed himself between them and 17, both cyborgs would be in the right perimeter!

The small warrior's impatience made him turn his head a bit more and 18, now curious, was about to turn back. Krilin, now a bit more confident, reacted quickly. He swiftly got up and grabbed the end of his belt.

“I can't go on like this!”

He had a tense smile when he saw the lagoon coloured eyes fell on him. He had to kept her attention focused on him. He held the end of his belt out and showed his bleeding hand, gathering whatever courage he had left to manage to speak to her without having his voice breaking.

“It's excruciating, specially with all that dust. I know it'll annoy you, but I have to stop and try to bandage my hand... I really can't go on like this.”

The cyborg's eyes clearly showed surprise for a second before she went closer to him.

As for Gohan, he was almost desperate. What if the important device was lost for good? Suddenly, between two block of concrete, a square bump got his attention... What if?

YES! There it was, at least!

Feeling happy, the young Saiyan exultantly got up, brandishing the Maserfuse. Alas, this sudden movement made 17 look up and he instantly recognised the “remote control”!

With a dazzling headbutt, he stunned Vegeta who still was pinned on the ground, then he stood straight to take his head between his hands and furiously banged it several times against the block of concrete, that crumbled with each blow.

When the cyborg saw that the Saiyan's aura flickering, he eventually knocked him out with a dreadful elbow blow between his eyes. The golden light went off right away.

Gohan had already made the protective part slide, when he turned to go at the right place, but just when he was about to take off, 17 rose above the now inert body of his opponent.

For a split second, the azure eyes locked on the emerald ones of the young Super Saiyan.

No time! Quick! Push the button now, we'll see for the other one later. Yet, a steel firm hand crushed his wrist just at the fateful moment. He hurried to push the saving button with his other hand, but a merciless torsion almost made him let go of the Maserfuse. In a burst of will, Son Gohan lighted up his aura and managed to catch the precious case with his free hand that he immediately spread as far as possible.

Krilin managed not to start when he saw the drama happening a bit further. He inquiringly looked at 18 who was making her best to wrap his hand in the blue cloth. Apparently, she wasn't suspecting anything, she was most likely thinking that these noises where those made by the fight between her brother and Vegeta. It was a good thing that she wasn't able to recognise the vital energy.

17 had now strongly grabbed Son Gohan's golden hair and was trying to make him bend. He growled, his voice muffled by anger.

“Give that to me!”

The young Saiyan grimaced and resisted. They had to find a way, the other one wouldn't hesitate to kill him, if need be. He chose to give in a bit and went down on a knee. This way, he won some precious seconds to look for the button with his left hand, the button that was on the case that was upside down. 17 understood what he was trying to do and suddenly let go of Gohan's wrist to try and take the so important device.

Understanding that it wasn't going to work this time, the young Saiyan had the reflex to throw the Maserfuse somewhere behind him. Throwing it towards Krilin would be a bit too risky, Vegeta could have come back to and 18 could catch the small device instead of his friend.

He then put his hand on the cyborg's torso at incredible speed in order to throw him backwards with a sudden blast of energy.

17 let out a shout of rage under the violence of the shock and 18, who just had made a knot on Krilin's bandage, turned back to see him getting up and go against Son Gohan.

The young fighter stood firmly, stiffening. He had no choice, he couldn't let him pass!

It hadn't crossed his mind that the cyborg could want to do something else. And, exactly... said cyborg stopped his momentum to extend his open hands in front of him as he rose into the air.

Gohan's eyes widened. He realised that 17 merely planned on devastating the entire area around the Maserfuse! In a split second, he calculated... He didn't have time to think further, the blinding light of a gigantic energy sphere was beating down on him.

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