Reprogrammed

When You Wish Upon A Dragon

Trunks landed nearby, feeling exhausted. A short distance away, the crumbled remains of Luud's torso began glowing, and then, all at once, several beams of light erupted from the pile. The beams of light flew up in the air and then came down. Then, to Trunks' amazement, each beam of light took a humanoid form as all of those that Luud devoured appeared. Namekians and former Luud worshippers were freed upon the destruction of the beast.

"We're out." a Luud worshipper cried cheerfully.

"We've been freed from the beast."

"Oh happy day!"

18 impatiently pushed people out of the way as she tried to get through the crowd before realizing that she could just fly over them. Spotting Trunks, she landed out of the group of people and ran towards him.

"Trunks!" She threw her arms around him. Trunks was startled by her display of affection, and would later realize that he hadn't been repelled by her touch. She let him go and began checking him over. "Are you all right? You're not hurt, are you?"

He shook his head. "No, but I have been better." He gave her a smile. "Glad to see that you're still alive."

18 smirked, moving to support him. "As if that giant walking tub of lard could get the best of me."

"He almost got the best of me." he admitted. "I'd be a goner if it wasn't for you."

"Well I couldn't let him turn you into a doll. That would ruin my months of hard work at getting through to you."

Her statement reminded Trunks of their relationship, and of what they had done on the spaceship. Frowning, he pulled away from her, looking towards the group of people that had been trapped within Luud.

"Are they all right?"

18 blinked, taken aback by his sudden coldness to her. "I think so. None of us were hurt. Luud was just using us as a catalyst for his power. He needed us alive."

Trunks nodded. "What about Biyakuyo?"

"Right over here." said the Namek, stepping out of the crowd. "And look what I found." In his arms was the three-star Dragon Ball, several times bigger than the ones on Earth. Biyakuyo smiled and handed that large shining object to them. "I'm happy to present you with this, the three-star ball. Rejoice in the knowledge that your wishes will soon be granted. All those you wish to revive shall soon be restored. However, I have a request."

Both Trunks and 18 looked surprised. "What sort of request?" the former asked.

Biyakuyo glanced down at the Dragon Ball. "Though Luud mostly ate our people, there were several that he simply killed. I request that when you bring back those you wish to restore that you bring back my people as well."

Trunks smiled. "Oh, is that all? Considerate it done. We'll be happy to help."

Biyakuyo sighed and smiled. "I thank you, my friends."

"No thanks necessary." Said 18. She glanced at the Luud worshippers, who were still rejoicing at being freed. "What about them?"

The Namek turned to the masked aliens. "They were all fooled. Every one them were as much of Luud's victims as we were." His eyes narrowed. "The blame lies with that Dolltaki fellow."

Trunks blinked. "Doll... who? Who's he?"

18 let him go and walked into the crowd of people. There was a small commotion before she came back out dragging a screaming unmasked Luud worshipper. She pushed him forward at Trunks' feet.

"That would be this creep. He's the mastermind behind the Luud Cult." She glared at him. "He tricked and manipulated everyone, and then stood by as Luud betrayed them all, including him."