Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 18 - It Can't Be...!

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Chapter 18 - It Can't Be...!

How is this possible...!?

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Goku Black wasn't one to believe in luck. He believed everything was due to the Gods' intervention and whatnot, not some arbitrary invisible variable. Everything happens for a reason.

However...

What 'God' would cause this coincidence to happen?!

Zamasu was hunched over near a chimney on a rooftop, sweating as he exhaled heavily and hid his energy. That definitely was the Saiyan from the other world... the one that had gotten in the way of his excursion into eliminating all mortals for the crime of desecrating the worlds that the Kais and other Gods have created.

Their entire nature was just 'destroy' and never create, ruining the very planet. He didn't think anyone would be able to even stand up to him, yet here this Saiyan was, constantly getting in his way. Sure, he knew he was more powerful than the Saiyan. Obviously. But that doesn't mean he wasn't a non-issue. Far from it.

However, this Trunks... was a helluva lot different to the one he witnessed back in the other world. Even though he was currently weakened, this doesn't mean he's unable to gauge ones own power. And... it terrified him.

Trunks' strength was almost completely unrecognisable. Not only did it completely surpass his, but if they were to fight now, it would be utterly humiliating for the deity. That's not the only thing, too...

That girl, the one from the diner that was with Trunks... also would humiliate him in terms of sheer strength and speed at this point. He did feel divine energy emanating from her from one quick read, but regardless... How, he wondered? No damned clue. That fact shattered his already weary pride.

"How the hell... How did these insignificant cretins surpass me? Even in this body? By such a large amount?!" Goku Black scolded himself for letting himself grow complacent.

He noticed Trunks' energy start to fade as it decreased in intensity, and thus, Zamasu could finally regain his bearings and begin a plan. He now has a good gauge on the Saiyan's power... so now he could... begin... to... "Damn it!"

Using some of his semi-regained strength, he broke a nearby pipe in a fit of fury. Still sweating, he was still recoiling from the strength he just witnessed. It was on a completely different plane than what he's on currently.

He had absolutely no idea on how he was to even match his strength at this point. Sure, maybe he could train... but even then, it'd take a while, and he was not willing to spend that here in this... hellscape of a reality.

He considered his options. Okay, he can do whatever those demonic scientists wanted him to do testing wise and return him back to his world. Great. That works. Return to normalcy in a short time span. Back to the mortal realm to pursue his own justice.

...

No.

He can't let it go. This... Saiyan scum must die. He didn't know why he had such a vendetta against him. Maybe it's because he stood against him for so long, unrelenting. Maybe it's because he was the one who brought him here involuntarily.

Regardless of the reason, there was something intrinsic about the situation that he cannot just leave from. He was brought here for a reason, and he's going to fulfill his vengeance and then continue his tirade on the mortal realm.