he snapped his finger and two of his servants stepped out of the ranks somewhere far behind them. They held an exhausted form between them. Trunks recognized her immediately, even if she didn't look like the day he had last seen her.


"Mother ..." His words were just a whisper, he was unable to do more. The sight shocked him far too much. His mother hung more dead than alive between the two servants, who literally dragged her through the corridor. But she heard his words and looked up. Trunks was startled when he saw her face.It was beaten green and blue, and red blood was running down from a wound on its temple. Her skin was pale and looked unhealthy. Her eyes had a feverish glow, but also a mute reproach. She was about to say something, but she no longer seemed to have the strength to open her mouth.


At that moment it felt like something inside of him was dying. Numerous images appeared in him, again and again he saw his mother, who had raised him alone. Again he saw that glow in her eyes that caught up with her every time she talked about her dead friends. Images emerged in him, images from not so long ago. When Kira showed up and she had completely changed. She had gotten quick again, fun-loving. But it all seemed to have died, probably by the time Storg struck the first blow.


Trunks clenched his hands in fists. A deep, irrepressible anger spread inside him. He wanted to rush on Storg, kill him.That wouldn't even bother him. On the contrary, there is nothing he would rather do now than send this pig to the afterlife. Storg's smile widened. He felt the anger in Trunks that increased his ki. "One step, boy, one wrong move and she's dead," he said in a threatening undertone. He stepped up to Bulma, lifted her head, which she had now hung down again, exhausted. His fingers dug into her chin. "Look at her, boy. Yeah, she doesn't look pretty." His words were mockery and only fueled Trunks anger and hatred.


He didn't take any more, only saw his mother standing broken before him, overthrown by the servants. He heard her moan as Storg's fingers dug into her chin, leaving a bloody scratch. Only Leigo's calming hand on his shoulder made him look up. The Honthan shook his head slightly, his eyes full of sadness and fear. "Leave it to Trunks.Suppress your anger. At the moment he is clearly at the fore. "Trunks nodded. Leigo was right. He took a deep breath, dampening his anger. His ki weakened again until it subsided to normal."


But Storg didn't seem to like it at all, with an angry gesture he first pointed to Leigo, then continued the gesture and stretched his arm upwards. Leigo screamed as he was swept away by an invisible force and hit the ceiling hard. Then Storg let go of him and the poor Honthan fell without braking on the floor in front of Storg's feet, where he lay groaning and his face contorted with pain. Blood flowed from a wound on his head. Trunks gave a startled cry, wanted to hurry towards Leigo, but Kira held him back. "Not!" she screamed, holding him with all her might.


It was difficult for him to calm down, especially since it was his fault that Leigo suffered. If he had had a better grip on himself, that would not have happened.

Leigo pushed himself up, groaning, but was immediately pushed into the ground by Storg's foot. “I didn't allow you to get up, traitor!” He said coldly, looking down at the Honthaner with contempt. This remained motionless. A slight grin full of defiance swung around his face when he said flippantly: "I don't normally wait for that!" But he was sorry again the next moment when a white energy beam discharged from Storg's outstretched finger and hit Leigo. He screamed in pain and pain. His scream seemed to echo throughout the castle. Trunks resisted the temptation to cover his ears. He blamed himself, so he wanted with suffering too. Because he did nothing else. He saw his friend writhing on the floor in pain and unspeakable agony. He would have loved to help him, but there was still his mother, whose life also hung by a thread. So all he could do was watch and clench his hands into fists so as not to let his anger run free.

Then it was over. From one moment to the next the energy beam faded and there was calm. It spread like an all-consuming curtain in the hallway. You could hear the others breathing, but everything caught Leigo's breath. He walked with difficulty and was covered with moans and coughing fits. He was still alive, but his body was gone and light steam rose from him.


Storg laughed, lifted his foot and finally kicked him again roughly in the side so that he rolled over to them helplessly. "Traitor! I'll take care of you later!" he said contemptuously when Trunks got down on his knees. He raised his hand but didn't dare touch Leigo lest it cause him more pain. He saw his pain clearly reflected on his friend's face. It was all his fault if only they hadn't carried him away. Once again he saw himself petrified as a half-statue when they first met.He had trusted him even then, especially since he was deeply impressed by his magical power.


"Everything OK?" he asked softly instead. Leigo groaned, laboriously opening one eye. He had pressed them tightly during the agony to ease the pain a little. "I've never felt better ..." His words were a low murmur, as if he were speaking from a distance. There was a cold sweat on his forehead and a slightly feverish glow appeared in his eyes.


Again that anger that Trunks tried at all costs to suppress. Storg seemed to have noticed his struggle with himself as a slight smile spread across his face. "Come on boy, let your anger run wild. I know you'd be all too happy to storm me. Do it, but your mother won't survive, and neither will your little friend."


Trunks took a deep breath, rid himself of all negative thoughts. It was a little exercise that Gohan had taught him a long time ago.It should help control your emotions. It did, but not with the effect Trunks had hoped for. His anger lost control of his body and withdrew, but the fear and helplessness remained. Son Gohan, how much he wished they were with him now. The whole Z-fighters, then at least this helplessness would disappear from inside him.


"What do you want?" He looked challenging Storg in the eye, had to look up because he was still kneeling next to Leigo, who had now finally lost consciousness. Trunks would have liked to give him a magic bean that he carried in the little sack on his belt. But not in front of Storg's insidious eyes, later, when it was all over. Yes if ... what if he will kill her here and now?


"Where are you from, boy? You are strong as I can see. Did she get you?" Storg's head jerked to Kira, who winced slightly."Yes, from Earth," Trunks replied in a cold voice that was very similar to Vegeta's.


"I'm a Sajajin, just like the one you had locked up. But believe me, you won't have an easy game with me!" "Go home play boy."


That "boy" drove Trunks insane. It showed him how little this monster took him seriously. Basically, he couldn't care less whether he was taken seriously or not. The main thing is that he destroyed him. But Trunks wouldn't be his father's son. He had pride too, just like him. "My name is Trunks and I am challenging you with this!" he spat at him with hatred, his head bowed slightly. He looked threatening as he knelt, his hands clenched into fists and looking at Storg with eyes that clearly reflected the deep anger that was simmering inside him.


Again the corridor was filled with loud laughter from Storg. "Who do you think you are, boy, for taking the time to challenge you.I have better things to do than fight a lax Sajajin. "


Trunks got up now, especially since he realized that he couldn't help Leigo anyway. An evil smile played on his face. "So you're scared? I knew you were a coward!" he teased at Storg, whose eyes narrowed to it. “Beware of your cheeky tongue, boy.” He looked first at Leigo, then again at Trunks and an evil, happy smile filled his face. "But well, you will get your challenge. But we fight under my rules of the game!"


Trunks raised his eyebrows suspiciously and Kira also made a disdainful sound, the first thing she uttered while Storg was there. "Your rules of the game? How stupid do you think we are?" she pimped on Storg.


"What do you mean by that?" Trunks asked suspiciously.


"The choice is yours, we fight tomorrow at noon. Two of your friends are staying here for this long. Just to be on the safe side.You Sajajins are notorious for pulling their tails when things get tough. As seen with your prince. What was his name? "He looked at him questioningly, but then turned to Rango, who grinned broadly." Like this planet, Vegeta ... "


"Exactly!" Storg nodded, gave Bulma a brief suspicious look, who raised her head slightly at the sound of her lover's name and looked at Trunks questioningly. "What a coward. Really thought he would come and save his people. Probably he had given up immediately ..." He looked up in surprise when he felt Trunks Ki that continued to swell.


His whole body was tense and his eyes literally gored Storg. "My father wasn't a coward." he uttered hatefully, not responding to Kira's startled expression. Actually, as a great stranger, he wanted to leave the planet again without it being discovered that he was, so to speak, the heir of the Sajajins. It was his people, especially since his father was dead.But he would never allow a little bug like Storg to insult his father.


Storg's eyebrow rose in surprise. "That's how it is, you are his son? What a great coincidence. And where is your father?" "Dead, I am the last of the noble blood of the Sajajins." Trunks replied in a cold, expressionless voice. Storg just stared at him, then turned his gaze to Bulma, who smiled slightly at Trunks. He