phone.

"Yeah. Got it," Goten said in a lifeless voice, put down and looked up to where Trunks had flown.

He stood there for a long, long time.



Agony leaned back on a throne of trash and scrap metal. She had already taken so many hearts and souls that she needed a place where she could eat and absorb it all in peace. She could feel each new soul as she gobbled them down, their screams of pain supplying her with power and an incredible sense of life.

"This is life. There are tons to kill, and not a pesky boy chasing me with every step."

A rat rushed across the floor, drawn to the smell of raw meat. As it neared Agony, she raised a hand and aimed it at it. The rat froze instantly. She pointed up and the animal floated up and toward her. The rat fought until it was in front of Agony's face, where it looked into her eyes and promptly died.

Agony smiled her cruel smile and snapped her fingers. A small burst of energy flew and blew the rat into pieces, splattering it with warm blood.She licked it off her face, grinned[MS: smirk]and indulged in the new skills she now possessed.

"Oh yes. And that unexpected bonus," she said. Inside her, new imprisoned souls screamed.



Trunks flew from Nary College trying to keep his lunch. The horror he had witnessed had only hardened his need to do what he planned to do.

While he had told Goten that his device could track the victims' DNA if the killer still had it, he hadn't told Goten that the signal was weak, erratic, and almost impossible to pinpoint. But the Nary College murders had been fresh. Which meant the killer was most likely covered in fresh DNA. Without the police seeing him, Trunks smuggled another blood sample from a body and programmed it into his device. Now the signal was clear and strong.

Trunks flew slowly along the landscape until he came to the outskirts of a small town.It might once have flourished, but obviously those days had passed. The city was practically deserted, surrounded by abandoned and crumbling factories.

The signals got louder and louder until they swelled to a continuous hum. He looked down at the first ghost factory outside of town. He was there. The killer was inside.

Trunks put the device away. He blinked and tried to sense a ki inside the building. There was nothing there. Either his device was wrong or the killer had no ki, just as assumed.

Trunks clenched his jaws and slowly made his way to the nearest door.



Agony sat up. She could feel something. Yes, someone was outside. She could feel their rage, and beneath it, her pain for someone dead and gone.

She licked her lips when her insatiable desire was awakened. The grieving pain wasn't good enough.She wanted more.

"Look, boy, look. Come, boy, come. Die, boy, die."



The factory was dimly lit inside, and Trunks turned his watchful eyes around. He looked down at the floor and saw a drying trail of blood that led into the shadows.

Trunks marched into the factory, looking around and listening for the slightest clue that would reveal the killer's whereabouts. Once he put his hands around his neck ...

"Welcome to my salon."

Trunks whirled to the woman's voice emerging from the shadows. He was shaking, the voice was so goddamn evil.

The lights suddenly came on. Since most of the lightbulbs were broken or stolen long ago, it didn't bring much light into the factory. But it was enough that he could see her, lingering on a pile of metal, covered with spattered blood.

Agony looked at the handsome guy with the purple hair and her eyes lit up.

"Ohhhhhh, a handsome boy."

Trunks gulped at the view. He had prepared, but his dissection slipped away when he looked at the woman. It was wrong. He was expecting a huge man, a fat, grotesque creature with bug eyes and a nose that looked like a pig's snout, or something ugly like that. But this woman was thin and so beautiful. Her complexity and face were flawless, as if they were carved out of stone.

Then he saw her eyes and fear exploded in his heart. But he didn't flinch, even as eyes seemed to reach out to him and ice daggers ran up and down his back.

No, in spite of everything he was right. That wasn't a woman. That was a demon from the depths of hell.

"Your sister's blood tasted so sweet. All little girls do," Agony whispered, licking her fingertips.

The words hit Trunks like blows. That woman, that bitch, had murdered his sister and she had enjoyed it!SHE LAUGHED AT IT!

"But her pain and agony now ... is even sweeter. As yours will be," said Agony, giggling angrily.

Trunks' rage began to build, a vast inferno of anger, ready to burn everything in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, your mother ...? After we're done here, I'll finish what I started," said Agony and smiled, a smile full of malevolence and gruesome bloodlust.

The sound of Trunks' cracked up was almost audible.

"NEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled as his hair rose right into SSJ2 and he shot at Agony, snapping her head in his hand and digging it into the ground. Then he was on top of her, beating her head with his fists, tearing, pulling, screaming all the time.

Then he felt a searing pain as something grabbed his back and pulled down a line of cuts. He opened his mouth to scream and then felt his teeth shatter as Agony thrust a fist made of iron into his mouth.He fell back and Agony flew after him with a black line of flames, sending him across the factory, a lit puppet.

Trunks jumped to his feet and tore off his burning jacket and shirt as Agony got to her feet, her dented skull returning to normal as her body healed the damage Trunks had caused. She knew that if she prodded him, he would freak out and attack, causing her a lot of pain. It had been sheer delight when the pains of the wounds and the pains of him had mingled and flowed through her, charging her form with lustful electricity.

"Pretty boy," she whispered. Trunks touched his back and felt four ugly wounds now running down, and he looked up as Agony saw her hand. Her fingers were no longer there, they had turned into razor-sharp, pointed knives, the flesh going straight into the steel .She picked it up, let the blood drip on her face, and licked it off.

"You taste just as good as your sister."

Trunks' aura exploded as he made a few movements before thrusting his hands forward.

"FINISH BUSTER!" He yelled. His splintered teeth cut into his lips and gums, but he didn't care, he was beyond that feeling, all he wanted was for this woman to die, die for her crimes, die for her existence.

The blast exploded from Trunks' hands, engulfing Agony. She whirled and screamed, and then laughed as her flesh reformed just as it burned away. Trunks poured even more energy into the attack, and Agony started walking towards him, the energy ripping off her flesh and burning it to ashes, only new flesh appeared and suffered the same fate. She came closer, the agony she was in was a state of perfect heaven for her.

Sweat ran down Trunks' forehead as he shot on, but Agony came closer and closer, took slow steps, and, by God, she laughed, she loved it, she was burned to ashes over and over, and for her it was available. **** Euphoria ...

Then Trunks' energy ran out. His blast went slowly, leaving Agony a burned skeleton, but her flesh healed and regenerated, even as the rest of the ashes fell from her skeleton, and, oh god, she still had those horrible, hell-shining eyes ...

Then Trunks' fear was replaced by pain when Agony reached out for him and her bony hands turned into blades.

"Pretty boy."

Then they fought, and Trunks screamed as the right side of his face was torn down to the bone.

"Handsome boy! Handsome boy!" Chattered Agony as she made two more cuts and turned more of Trunks' face into a blood-spitting mess.Blood soaked his now blond hair, and Trunks tried to back away and let the pain out. The wounds were superficial and his good looks didn't mean everything anyway. He had to attack again, send this demon back to Hell, for Bra and for the world.

Then Agony rammed a knee into his chest.

Trunks gasped for air and then blood began to trickle out of his mouth as his entire chest was shattered and his lungs crushed. He collapsed on his knees, gasping as more blood flowed from his mouth in a steady stream. He looked up at Agony's face when she smiled in delight.

Then Agony picked it up and spun it right through the factory wall. When Trunks broke through the wall and landed on the floor, he tried to get up and failed. Another huge bump of pain shot through his right leg and he realized that he had spent all of his energy on the pointless Finish Buster, unable to form a ki shield to protect him from injury.

* How did that happen? This woman doesn't even use ki! But I threw everything I had at her and all I gave her was FUN! *

"Trunks!"

Son Goten landed next to his best friend, and Trunks looked up. He almost smiled. Not only had he not listened to him, he hadn't even taken off his guitar and it was still on his back.

"Oh my god, Trunks!"

"Goths ... get away ..."

"No chance! Whoever did that will pay, with BLOOD!" Said Goten when he became SSJ. He looked at the department store and started there when Trunks grabbed his leg.

"NO! Goten, don't go there! She'll kill you!"

"You?" Said Goten, looking down at Trunks. His heart ached. His best friend was a total mess, his face cut into strips like his back. Blood was still running from his mouth. Goten swore that he hadn't taken any senzus with him.