Chapter 2/1 - Struggle for Survival




1144-08-20 / 373 years in the future


A hot wind caressed the relaxed features of the Saiyajin lying across her bed. The sheet was rumpled and the duvet was on the floor. The little robot lay at the head end and stayed in stand-by mode. He activated himself when he noticed the girl slowly beginning to stir. Darken squirmed uncomfortably and ran her hand over the face, which was beaded with sweat. She opened her eyes and looked around, confused. "What's going on," the Saiyajin whispered and felt the top of her pajamas stick to her wet body. "Did they say in the weather forecast that it will be so hot today?"


"The temperature is currently 40 degrees Celsius," reported Lino, straightening up.


“40 degrees?” Darken rubbed his eyes sleepily and glanced at the clock. "What ????? At this time already 40 degrees ?????" She jumped up and a gush of humid air almost seemed to kill her.Dazed, she fell back on the bed and rubbed her head.


"Something like that in the morning even knocks me out," she snorted, but then she paused and a strange feeling spread across her stomach. A feeling that she had never felt in her life. The feeling that there was great danger.


Slowly she straightened up again and slowly went to the window. Lino noticed his girlfriend's abnormal behavior, jumped up and landed on the girl's shoulder. She pulled the curtains aside and glanced up at the sky.


“Since when has the sun risen in the north?” Lino's eyepieces focused on the radiant object, the size of a soccer ball.


Horror was suddenly reflected on the girl's face when she became aware of her dream from the day before. "This can not be true!"










"This is the end of mankind ..." Hamato took a deep breath.“And nobody can save us from it!” With his last words he turned with a disdainful look to the girl who was crouching near a destroyed wall with her little robot and hiding her face behind her hands.


Darken was desperate. She knew they would all be dead in a matter of moments. But worse than this realization was that she had foreseen this disaster. Everything, in every detail, had turned out as it had happened in her dream.


And she couldn't stop it.


After getting up and running downstairs, the Saiyajin could already hear the desperate voice of a television presenter blaring, threatening the end of the world.


A giant ball of fire raced toward Earth, fired by a creature whose goal was to control planet Earth. But the government of the earth did not want to give in to the demands of the alien being and did not take the threats for full.That was a mistake! Cronos, as the stranger called himself, didn’t seem to have had a great deal of interest in the planet, but the mere refusal not to accept its conditions immediately had been the reason for his immediate attack. And it all happened in one night, while half of the people lay unsuspecting in their beds.


"This is the end", Darken shouted over the roar of destruction and desperately hit his head with his clenched fists. Lino put his short arms around her neck and tried to give her consolation, but he knew that it was no use.


"Why can't I do anything about it?" The girl screeched and impotent anger began to blaze inside her. "Why why??????"


Lino's eyepieces turned in disbelief in the cavities of his head when he saw how suddenly a blue and white shimmering aura began to form around the girl, who trembled with anger and fear.

"Darken ..." he whispered stunned. "What about you?"


The Saiyajin's forehead was deeply furrowed and small veins began to protrude from under the pale skin. The teeth were bared. Small flashes detached themselves from her body and when she looked at the little robot, it almost let go of the girl in shock. The almost black eyes in the otherwise delicate features of Darkens shine brightly like two suns.


And before the deadly projectile wiped out all life in the city, the Saiyan screamed with all her might.


"I WISH THAT THIS NEVER HAPPENED HERE !!!"


A brilliant light shone from the teenager's body as everything around her sank into chaos and death.










771-05-29 / The present


"How do you like that, you little bastard," Cell giggled angrily as he tightened his hand around the neck of the little boy who was desperately trying to break free from the clone's deadly grasp with his feet and arms.

"Oh my God! So finally someone is doing something", Bulma shouted and was about to rush to her son's help, but Kurilin stood in her way. "Do you want to go on it too?"


“But he's killing my son!” Despair stood in the technician's eyes and with trembling lips she looked over at her companion, who was lying unconscious on the edge of the battlefield. Vegeta had fought like only a father could fight for the life of his son, but in the end he hadn't been able to counter the overwhelming strength of Cell.


Trunks saw the fear in his mother's eyes and although he knew that he was just as little up to the evil creature as his father, he couldn't bear to watch Cell kill his alterego in front of everyone. He concentrated and a determined expression showed on the teenager's otherwise gentle features. And suddenly a yellow shimmering aura enveloped him. His fine, actually lilac hair, piled up and shone in golden yellow.And the blue sad eyes turned sapphire green. Before either of the others could stop him, he dashed forward and towards Cell with a scream of rage.


He just smiled tiredly when the Super Saiyajin approached him and, bored, he just frowned, "Oh! I have the option of doing two at once."


"Let go of him, Cell," screeched Mirai Trunks when he saw that Chibi-Trunks had stopped moving.


"I will certainly not do that, you joke", the monster shouted towards him and suddenly a tremendous discharge of energy was released from the creature's free hand, which Mirai Trunks shot at. The teenager had no choice but to limit his entire strength to repelling this attack. The force of the beam hit him hard and like a stone he fell from the sky. Defeated, he staggered up and stared at Cell, grimacing with anger, who only shook his green head in contempt.

"I wonder what happens to the big Trunks if I blow out the light on the little Trunks here," he mused aloud and increased the strength in his hand. Chibi-Trunks tried to scream in pain, but only a pathetic croak escaped his tormented throat.


“NO!” Bulma screeched desperately and only Piccolo's strong hands could prevent her from running down to the battlefield.


"It's no use, Bulma," the Namecian snarled sullenly. “We can't do anything against him!” He looked at Gohan and Goku, whose bodies were also apart.


The boy's aura was faint, but he was still alive. His friend's aura, on the other hand, was gone. Goku hadn't stood a chance against the clone. Despite all the training in the space of spirit and time, despite combined forces, they had not succeeded in defeating the monster.


And now it made fun of it torturing Chibi-Trunks and Son-Goths, who had simply interfered head over heels in their childish recklessness in the argument after seeing their fathers incapacitated were.

"Let go of Trunks", Goten shouted in a weak voice and the little boy tried to get back on his shaky feet. A slap from Cell had immediately robbed him of his senses and only after a few minutes did the little Saiyajin come to. Not so his mother.


Chi-Chi lay on the floor with the others and was looked after by Pool, Oolong and Videl, who tried to fan the mother's wind. She had passed out when Piccolo revealed that her beloved husband was no longer with them. And everyone thought it was best for the woman. Nobody wanted to allow her to witness the prospect of her husband and her two sons being killed in front of her eyes. But on the other hand everyone knew that it would not be very long before they would meet their old friend again in the afterlife.