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That crazy idiot. I can’t believe we’re dead now. No matter, we can still kill. Make people scream. Granted, if we are destroyed now, we will cease to exist.

I’m pretty sure that doesn’t matter anymore either.

I glance over to see him, face set like stone as we push our way past the guards at the gate to heaven and hell.

I guess he’s pretty pissed off too.

That son of a bitch… I’ll get him – once he’s fulfilled his use. I don’t mind that we’re dead now, it just means we’re that much closer to oblivion.

I think, when there’s nobody left to kill, oblivion might be kinda nice.

I glance over to see a thoughtful look on Gohan’s face. Fool – he thinks far too much, too often. As we reach King Enma’s throne, I can’t help but grin and lift up to land atop his desk, looking at the gigantic guardian to the other world.

The screams coming from the other souls… maybe many of which we’d just liberated from the shackles of life….

They sound beautiful.

“Hello King Enma,” he grinned as he paced forward on the desk, looking at the guardian of the gate. “I have a proposition for you.”

“You’re in no place to be making deals, Trunks – your actions, as well as that of Gohan,” he acknowledged as the taller demi-saiyajin joined the first on his desk, “Have overridden the good you did years ago. You’re scheduled to hell.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Gohan smirked. “You see… you can’t stop us – and we've got an appointment with the supreme Kai.”

Trunks looked to the side, seeing a few workers, shrinking away from them. He giggled and tossed a few blasts at them, piercing their hearts and killing them before their bodies could hit the floor. “Forget the Kai, this could be fun!” He laughed, “Listen to their screaming! Isn't it beautiful?”

Gohan laughed, turning to throw a few killing blasts of his own, causing panic, pain. “You know… I think you’re right.”

“That’s enough.”

“Damn it, not you again,” I groan, seeing my father, and his, landing on the desk before us. Can’t they just leave us alone?

“Gohan,” Trunks says, in that superior tone he must have inherited from both his parents, “Why don’t you explain to them what we’re trying to do?”

I smirk – “As if they’ll listen.”

“Son, please… this is madness, you have to-”

“I have to what?!” I shout back, stalking forward, meeting my father eye to eye and forcing him back a pace. “You don’t get it, do you? We’re defeating pain! If we kill people, then they’ll never have to grieve again, they can forever be with the people they love and never have to worry about some freak accident taking them away!”

I smirk, I couldn't have said that better myself. “So, you see,” I say, my arms crossed arrogantly, my chin lifted defiantly, “We’re only doing what you taught us to do.”

“What’s that?” My father asks.

“Simple. We’re protecting the galaxy.”

“By destroying it?!”

“It may seem drastic, I’m sure,” I can’t help but laugh at their naivety. “But in the long run, it’s what’s best for them. What’s a moment of fear, compared to years of grief? Everyone dies, we’re just giving them that release to a much more fulfilling, happier life – a little early.”

“This is madness.” The fathers looked at each other, then dashed forward, trying to grab their sons before more damage could be made.

But they weren't quick enough – both boys having trained all their lives with these men… both knowing just how they would react, and knowing just when to step out of the way – harsh blows falling to their father’s backs.

It was their last battle on earth, all over again. Forces of immeasurable strength clashed – witnesses running for cover, hiding, waiting… watching.

Screams rent through the air, torn from throats of combatant, and spectator alike.

Screams of pain, of pleasure, of laughter, of fear.

Screaming.

Blood spattering against the floor, the walls, each other.

“Stop it!” I hear a familiar voice, one I never expected to hear again.

Another voice joins it, “Please, stop it!”

Our fathers are sending blasts barreling toward us, and we respond in kind, holding it off as best we can. I risk a glance to the side, seeing them.

Seeing the fear in their eyes.

The pain.

And I awaken.

“Bra!” I cry out to her, the look in her eyes tearing through madness, into my heart. What have I done? What have… what have *we* done? I can see the fear, the terror and pain in my sister’s eyes… in the eyes of my best friend.

What’s happening?

I've become a monster.

“Please!!!” I hear her cry out again.

And I know what I must do.

As recognition, realization touched the eyes of the two demi-saiyajins… madness fled.

Grief returned full force. Guilt wed with grief, and created a child of sorrow, permeating their hearts.

Their souls.

In unison, they dropped their guards, allowing the blasts, combined of their power and that of their fathers, to envelop them.

“NO!!!”

But it was too late, the power had done its deed. Trunks' and Gohan’s spirits fell to the floor, unmoving.

Bra ran forward, as did Goten, and the two reached their elder brothers at the same time, holding them. Sobbing. “No… no….”

The fathers fell to their knees, heads in hand.

Tears fell.

Cries of anguish reverberated through the room.

And death… laughed.