Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 8 - Rosie

Characters are not mine; Trunks belongs to Akira Toriyama along with Toei Animation. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop.

Chapter 8 - Rosie

"Ring around a Rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Did you know where this nursery rhyme comes from? It's about the Black Death, or the plague, that nearly killed the world back then. It nearly wiped-out humanity as it stood.

Isn't that nice?

With Janemba; Unknown Location; Bunker

Scene opens with Janemba taking a sip of some of his tea in his bunker, awaiting his protégé's arrival.

"He's taking longer than it should have taken... I wonder if he has failed," Janemba said to himself, growing impatient. "Valentino shouldn't be an issue. I've trained him specifically for this kind of thing."

Janemba began to remember the first time Prodigal had entered his radar. It was when he was in the middle of one of his missions...

/-Flashback-/

Janemba is taking a stroll through a nearby city, paying close attention to his surroundings as Hellborn children played, new Sinners are robbed, and Imps go along their business.

He smirked. "Hell can be such a beautiful place when it tries to be." Janemba gazed upon the city, standing still and looking at the carnage. "I wonder how different Earthly society is compared to this."

He continued on his stroll, taking note of an energy behind him inbound. It was filled with malicious intent, so he prepared himself to dodge whatever it was.

Right when he was about to get out of the way, something tripped him up. "What the-"

Before he knew it, a knife nearly struck the temple of his head, surpassing the purple horns on his head. For him, it seemed like time was moving in slow motion.

"Tch, close, but not close enough!" Janemba was able to counter with an arm block, pushing the knife up. However, the assailant just dropped it and maneuvered it to his other hand. "Clever..."

Once again, it nearly struck, but this time on his back aiming for his spine. Janemba used his leg to kick the knife away.

"I don't need a weapon to end you!" the assailant exclaimed, stumbling a few meters back.

Janemba simply regained his composure and readied himself. "Approach me."

Enraged, the assailant lunged at Janemba, intending for a punch to connect... one that wouldn't arrive.

Janemba dodged with ease, moving an inch to the right, though it seemed like the punch missed by a mile.

"What the?! No matter, you're fuckin' dead!" the assailant did a double backflip, attempting to connect a flurry of kicks onto Janemba.

"Remarkable footwork and technique... This one is special," Janemba thought, easily dodging these blows without much difficulty. "However..."

Finally, Janemba launched his own counterattack, parrying an oncoming punch from the assailant and then landing his own punch right in the jaw. It was a held back punch, but one enough to launch the assailant meters back. "He lacks training and power."