The air seemed clenched in an invisible fist. Turbulent currents churned wildly, and even the barrier surrounding the fighting grounds shimmered with a faint glow.
A new battle was about to erupt.
Transformed into Super Saiyan 5, Trunks was wreathed in a dazzling golden aura. His long hair streamed wildly, and every inch of his muscles radiated formidable power.
He and Cooler, in his black gold form, were locked in fierce combat. Each collision of fists and feet unleashed a blinding burst of energy that made the Arena shudder and hum.
Violent shock waves scattered outward, and every spectator below felt the crushing pressure wash over them.
In the stands, Goku folded his arms, his eyes glued to the Arena. He could not hide the excitement in his gaze.
His blood boiled. He wanted nothing more than to leap onto the Arena and have a good, all-out fight with them both.
"That kid Trunks can actually fight evenly with Cooler in his black gold form. That's incredible."
Goku voiced his admiration, his tone brimming with respect and appreciation for Trunks.
Bulma clenched her fists and waved them toward the Arena, leaning forward as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Go, Trunks!"
Vegeta stood with his arms folded, but his normally cold eyes were shining.
Watching Trunks show his prowess in the Arena, his thoughts suddenly drifted, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind.
There was the moment Trunks had first been born.
There was the apocalypse when the Androids ran rampant, when he had fought them and ultimately fallen, leaving young Trunks struggling to survive in a ruined world.
For more than a decade, Kid Trunks had fought his way through a world fraught with danger, training desperately.
By the time they met again, the child