For our Futures

Friendship and Strong Bonds

Chapter 13

Friendship and Strong Bonds

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After recovering, the two demi-Saiyans resumed their training. They found a new location, near the outskirts of the city with plenty of open space for sparring, and so Trunks could power up without worrying about his ki waves causing damage to any fragile buildings and streets that weren't already lying in piles of debris.

The young teen stood in the center as usual, waiting for Gohan to give the signal to come at him. When his master finally did, Trunks advanced forward. Gohan saw the first move would be to speed up and spin-kick, so he brought his arm up to his face and blocked the predicted attack. Trunks skidded back, gritting his teeth, before balling his right hand into a fist then pulling it back and aiming for Gohan's face, only to have his master easily block that as well.

"You'll have to be much quicker than that, Trunks!" Gohan instructed, taking to the air. "Never allow the androids enough time to anticipate your next move!"

Dust clouds parted as Trunks skidded to a halt. With his feet now inches off of the ground, he looked up just before blasting up into the air. Gohan held his palm out flat and gathered his ki to form a sphere. Trunks frowned in determination then moved with speed too fast for human eyes and appeared behind Gohan in the blink of an eye. Trunks quickly used this time to cup both hands into a double fist and raised them over his head, but the older Saiyan quickly twisted around and spun-kicked Trunks in the jaw, sending him plummeting towards the ground at an alarming rate.

Blood rushed to Trunks' head as he fell faster and faster towards the earth, but he was far from throwing in the towel. Opening his eyes, the youth channeled his ki, turning himself upright, slowing himself from the fall. He succeeded, stopping within a few feet from the ground causing his ki to blow a ripple of dust. Trunks wiped his bottom lip and glanced down at his hand to see a smudge of blood.

"Giving up yet?" Gohan shouted from above.

Trunks clenched his fists and blasted back up into the sky. Upon arrival, he saw another kick headed his way and quickly crossed both arms in front of his face to block it. Trunks quickly used this time while he was still in close range to deliver a swift uppercut to Gohan's jaw, causing the elder Saiyan to pull back. The two stared each other down before Gohan wiped the line of blood trickling down his bottom lip then smirked. Both demi-Saiyans advanced forward and met halfway, where they locked into another round of fierce sparring.

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"How am I supposed to beat a Super Saiyan?" Trunks murmured, crouching to his knees near a stream. He glanced down at his reflection and saw the clotted blood on his lower lip. The young teen dipped his hands into the stream and splashed the cool water onto his face.

From where he stood, Gohan could see the frustration marring his pupil's features. Both Saiyans knew they'd have to use whatever amount of time was still on their side for Trunks to transform. This, of course, meant more intense training from dawn until dusk. When the two weren't eating or sleeping, they trained. Sometimes the training continued to the point where Trunks hardly had enough strength left to fly back home afterwards. But it was the Saiyan blood in his veins that made Trunks want to keep going on in determination to surpass his limits, just like his father.