Trunks stared across the table at the gorgeous giggling idiot across the table and cursed himself yet again for thinking about Cole. Since Cole had left Earth, Trunks had decided his best course of action was not to bother trying to melt the barrier of ice around Cole's heart. Thus, he'd tried dating a number of different women, but the result was the same each time. He never managed to get past the first date because he always found himself comparing those women with Cole somehow or another. It seemed that even when he tried to forget her she was still in his mind. It was easy for him to tell when the women he dated were just pretending. He'd intentionally tell a bad joke and wait for them to laugh even though he knew it wasn't funny. Apparently having money could make even the worst comedian a laugh riot.

"You're so funny, Trunks." Layla chirped, covering her forced laughter with a dainty hand.

"Not really." Trunks sighed in bored tones. He already knew this date was over and their food hadn't even arrived yet. Cole would never force herself to laugh at his jokes. She probably wouldn't even laugh if he threw his best jokes at her. Trunks smirked in earnest at the thought of how difficult Cole was before a sour mood wiped the smile away faster than it had come. There had to be something seriously wrong with him. He liked her because of how difficult she was, yet she was difficult because she refused to like him in return. As sick as it seemed, he had to admit at least in some smaller part of himself that he liked the rejection. Perhaps it was something about the chase that excited him. The thought of himself as a lion on the hunt for difficult prey crossed his mind.

"Are you listening to me?" Layla asked in annoyance, waving her hand in his face.

Trunks grunted, annoyed with the gesture, but realize he hadn't been paying attention after all. He hated when they noticed he wasn't listening.

"I'm sorry. I've still got work on my mind." It was a lie, but she'd probably throw a tantrum right there in the restaurant if she knew what he'd really been thinking about.

"Well you don't have to worry about any of that right now." She cooed. "I'll give you all the distraction you need." She flirted, shifting her top in a way that exposed more of her breast. If her top shifted down any further he was certain they'd be asked to leave the restaurant due to indecent exposure. Layla was a girl that was used to being the center of attention and had come to expect it. Being a model, it was no surprise that she reveled in the limelight. She was like a living doll- completely flawless and completely plastic. Beautiful girls had the confidence he found attractive, but just like a doll, they were all hollow inside.

"I wish it was that easy, but you know how simple men are. We have a one-track mind."

"Exactly. All I have to do is give you something else to think about." She commented, her previously coy gaze turning predatory. "What do you say we skip the dinner and go back to my place?" She offered in a husky whisper. It was a line he'd heard many times before. The wording was always a bit different but the offer was the same. As tempting as the offer always was, he knew if he accepted it he would regret it later. Nothing complicated things more than sex. He'd learned that lesson with Lilith. Sex just wasn't enjoyable when he was worried about the next day when magazines printed tell-all articles about his 'sexploits'.

Trunks smiled sweetly, propping his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together so he could rest his chin on the back of his hands. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a promiscuous man. What kind of wolf would I be if I took advantage of you the first night?"

Layla mimicked his physical motion' propping her chin atop the back fo her hands. "A better question yet is the sort of wolf I am." she said with a flirtatious wink.

Trunks could feel the onset of a migraine. Why he even bothered with the opposite sex still baffled him. He supposed he could blame it on his mother for setting family-minded expectations upon his shoulders just like ChiChi stressed the family issue with Gohan and Videl when they first married. Trunks shook his head, cursing both aging women for their damned self absorbed goals. Empty-Nest-Syndrome would be his undoing.

"What's the matter?" Layla asked with a pout, watching as he shook his head with a downtrodden expression.

"Nothing, Layle." Trunks responded in almost tired tones. He was too young to feel this old. "I just remembered some important business that I left unfinished. I think I'll have to cut this dinner short."

"But you can't!" Layla cried, almost desperately disappointed. "Is it something I said?" She asked, suddenly thinking she'd pushed the envelope too far too fast. Indeed, she had, but she wasn't the cause of his mental fatigue... not per say.

"I do, and I'm sorry. I'll be happy to finish my dinner with you but I will have to call this an early night."

With the words spoken and in the open he could see the onset of a silent tantrum impending. She was going to pout for the rest of the night and he was obliged to allow it. He didn't have the patience to play the dating game right now.

Cole was giddy with anticipation as she worked to procure her cure. The first step was to introduce enough of her blood to the samples to allow the virus to mass produce to a severe degree. Placing the infected blood in a centrifuge she separated the content, heavier density human cells sinking to the bottom so she could siphon the virus rich plasma from the top. Once she had enough of the viral sample the next step was to use a sample of healthy blood in the centrifuge to siphon the less dense white blood cells, specifically the T cells, from the heavier density red blood cells. Now having a fresh batch of heathy T cells for the AIDS virus to infect she introduced the two samples together and waited patiently for the inevitable infectious contact. At the moment of contact when a multitude of the viral cells released their genetic materials, Cole introduced the entire sample to liquid nitrogen to freeze the samples in a state of cryogenic suspension. The rest was common sense. All she had to do was compare the chemical compound of the frozen sample to two control groups. The first control group was a sample of her blood only. The second control group was infected blood with a complete zero percent absence of T cells to infect. The chemical compound present in her frozen sample that was missing from either other control sample would be the chemical compound released at the exact moment of infection. All she had to do was synthetically duplicate that chemical compound to forcibly induce the AIDS virus to expel their genetic material outside of the T Cell nucleus in which they would typically procreate.

It was so simple, so clean, and so natural. To stop a man from breeding, you sterilize him. To kill a nation without murder, you sterilize it. To stop an infections' spread, you sterilize the antigens. That was only the first step, the second and most vital step was left to the human body. With plenty of helpless genetic material released into the human blood cell all that would be left was for the remaining viable T cells to identify the ample samples available and allow the human immune system to front its own assault against the infection, annihilating the remaining infection by creating its own immunity. A chemical compound that urged the human body to produce white blood cells would do nothing but expediate that process, but for that she would need a living human. So pleased was she with her revelation and progress that all personal discomfort was shoved to the wayside. More pleasing was the fact that she was within short distance of her destination. Her goal was harder to find than a normal planet but she managed to catch up with a beat up space ship hurdling thru space, encased in space dust and ice. Inside the ruins of the decrepit ship as a Saiyan soul. First she would finish her sample, then she would fish the hurdling ship from the endless grip of space. Today was her lucky day... or night. It was hard to make heads or tails of the time while traveling thru space and she never bothered to keep track.

Cole wore a Cheshire cat grin and her usual dark hued garb as she swaggered thru the small docking bay located in the rear of her ship. She'd completed the first and most crucial phase of her AIDS cure about an Earth week after her epiphany struck and now she had in her possession an iced over scrap metal shuttle containing one fresh, freeze dried Saiyan. She couldn't be more pleased with herself and her personal pleasure showed in her body language as she strut about her ship in a self-satisfied trot. Placing her hands on the freezing ship, they instantly froze, binding her to the frigid space dust that sealed the ship in its suspended state. Cole cursed aloud in her native Saiyan tongue, a guttural noise, as she released her ki, melting the icy space dust away from her hands. She didn't stop there, however, she wasn't satisfied until the encased ship was freed from its icy tomb.

The pitiful sound of groaning metal resounded against the empty walls of the docking chamber as Cole tore the port away from the frame of the ship. Ten minutes of melting away ice surrounding the shuttle had allowed her to grip the ship without the intense cold instant bonding her hands to the frozen metal. Once she had a good grip all that was left was heave a good yank to expose the Saiyan that remained frozen solid within. He was not dead, just flash frozen. All he needed was a little heat to get his blood stirring again. Climbing into the chamber of the ship was like climbing into an arctic catacomb. The large Saiyan man that rested inside was quite impressive. His size was immense and he was dangerously handsome. He looked like someone who could and probably had created a lot of damage in his day. She had no idea how long he'd been hurdling, frozen through space but he looked quite young. Then again, When it came to Saiyans age could be deceiving. Saiyans aged like wine and humans aged more like milk.

Looking closer she studied him with her intense scrutiny. To a human he probably looked like he was in his mid twenties, however he was probably almost twice that age. Her best guess would be around 43 years, but the math didn't match her historical knowledge. Her generation was the last to survive the extinction of Planet Vegeta. She did not recognize him as one of her peers from her childhood on Vegesai, which meant he had to have been younger, one of the last children born on Vegeta before its destruction. Being frozen in space probably served to preserve his youth for a few years. His real age was probably around 50 years. In all likeliness, he was probably the same age as Goku. After all, Goku was one of the last babies born on planet Vegeta. At least that's what Bulma had told her. Bulma was a very reliable source of information. She definitely wasn't lacking in intelligence, although... she did choose to mate Vegeta.

Cole snickered at the thought as she climbed up onto the male Saiyan's lap, then seethed through her teeth as the freezing temperatures caused her warm body to instantly bond with the freezing one beneath her. With a shutter, Cole roused her ki, enveloping herself and the large Saiyan male beneath her in the penetrating warmth of her ki. Heating his body wouldn't be like melting space dust away from a tattered old ship. She had to be precise in her temperature control. She had to restore heat to all parts of his body to as not to leave any frozen areas where blood could not flow to restore life, but in the same token she could not heat too quickly or she would cook his flesh. She would have to warm him very carefully. Closing her eyes, she concentrated only on the steady heat of her ki as she let her thoughts pleasantly drift. She would enjoy her trip to Earth, dragging Trunks's foolish youthful pride through jagged glass as she dangled her cure before his eyes.

Several hours had passed as Cole gently warmed her Saiyan male guest. She was in a comfortable half-conscious state sprawled over his expansive muscled lap so it wasn't immediately apparent to her when a pair of sharply focused black eyes found themselves focused on her semi-sleeping form. However, her senses did keen to the feel of eyes on her after a quick moment. Snapping intense blue eyes open, she focused on the hawk-like gaze that stared down at her, examining her to determine if she was pray.

"I hope you enjoyed the thrill of your life." She stated in dry tones, kicking herself off his huge lap. Honestly, he was the largest Saiyan she'd ever met. "It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." She commented casually, striding away in cool disregard of the fact he'd just resurrected from a death-like state. His body temperature was still slightly lower than normal but nothing he could rectify himself. She wasn't his personal snuggle toy. He was a big boy and could manage the rest just fine on his own. She had other things to do than babysit a former popsicle.

She hardly had time to register the flash of intense ki that he produce when he moved, but she definitely registered the feel of his huge bear sized paws clamped tight around her, lifting her off her feet and bringing her face-to-face with a man that was a good two and a half feet taller than herself. She was slightly concerned. She was lucky looks couldn't kill, because she'd be dead. However, she was certain his large hands were more than capable. Even so, her dispassionate demeanor didn't waver. She knew he needed her. She was the only one capable of flying her ship. If he killed her, he'd be worse off than he was in the scrap metal ball she'd yanked him from. She directly met his gaze, the stare of one deadly animal versus another.

"Release me." She wasn't requesting he let her go, she was warning him of the consequences that would befall him if he didn't. Defiant, he squeezed her tiny rib cage within his iron grip. Something dangerous flashed through her eyes as a purely animalistic growl rumbled within her throat.

The behemoth's grip loosened somewhat, as though he recognized the noise and was somewhat surprised to hear it. In the next second, Cole found herself dangling from his grip, one of his large hands clasped around both of her wrists. The sound of rending cloth resounded from the bare metallic walls as the waistband of her trousers was torn away. The remaining cloth of her loose garb slid unbidden down her legs, hitting the floor in the sound of softly fluttering fabric.

"Hey!" Cole shouted, now feeling a flutter of actual panic. Physical pain didn't cow her in the least, but the fear of violation was a very feminine and very instinctual thing. Crossing her legs to hide her private area, she tried to struggle against his grip. This was not like walking freely nude in the comfort of confidence. This was a forcible disrobing in a situation not within her control. Her blue eyes were bright and wide in uncertain fear.

The huge man's free hand gripped firmly around her tail, coercing a strangled moan from her lips as debilitating pain shot up her spine, causing her to go limp. His large, meaty thumb stroked over the velvety fur of her tail in an expression close to disbelief. His deep, guttural voice ground out for the first time, reverberating off the walls like a lion's roar into the dead air of a still night. "You're a Saiyan."

Although her physical strength had waned, her attitude hadn't abated. "You're a genius."

The grip around her wrists tightened, grinding her bones together, eliciting another strangled moan from her lips. She couldn't do a damn thing so long as he had a hold of her tail. Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he set her gently back on her feet and released his hold. "I've never seen a female Saiyan before." He commented, staring at her in something akin to awe. He seemed almost dumbfounded.

Cold fire burned to the pit of Cole's raging soul. Her tail flailed behind her like a lashing whip, anger apparent in every nuance of her body. "Touch me again, and I'll be the last one you see as well." She growled out, the hair on her tail bristled out as her hackles stood on end.

That comment seemed to trigger some sort of prideful anger. "I'll touch anything I please." He said, looming forward.

"You'll do exactly as I tell you while aboard my ship." Cole commanded in rage fueled confidence.

"I do exactly as I please whenever I please it." He ground out, his eyes full of dark promises. They stared each other down. He was waiting for a moment of weakness and she was waiting for his next move. She was a confident woman, but she might as well have been a sleeping baby. She never had time to react as he overpowered her. He was some sort of exception to the laws of nature. His size belied his capacity for speed. His vice-like grip crushed the air from her lungs as he enveloped her from behind in one large arm, his free hand snaking its way to the hot junction between her thighs. With eyes wide, she didn't have the breath in her body to scream in indignation. She didn't have the wiggle room to struggle against his grasp. She was completely subject to his hold.

Her lungs silently began to complain about the lack of oxygen as her mouth formed the silent screams of complaint while one large finger slid into the moist flesh of her most private region. "Learn my name, because one way or another, you're going to be screaming it. You'll have plenty of time since this will be the longest night of your life." He growled into her ear, his hot breath rolling over the flesh of her neck. "I am Burori."

Cole's mind raced. She had heard that name before.

Trunks lounged haphazardly across his bed, arm draped over his head to shut the world out. It wasn't the first time he honestly thought about never dating again. However, it was the first time the thought of just letting his mother pick out someone for him had run through his mind. If he honestly went through with that idea then maybe that would make dating a little easier. After all, if a girl knew she was hand selected by his mother, then she would think she already had him in her back pocket. Then she wouldn't bother to pretend and hide her true nature. Then the only thing he would have to deal with were the normal annoying traits that women had.

Trunks pealed his arm off his face and groaned as a steady tapping on his bedroom door drew his attention. He really didn't feel like being bothered at the moment, but called out to the person on the other side anyway. "It's open." He called, encouraging the person to let themselves in.

The doorknob gently turned and the door swung open about an inch or so. "Are you busy?"

Trunks rolled over onto his belly to face the speaker and offered a genuine smile. "Naw, c'mon in, kid." He urged, waving his hand to flag Armas towards himself. Armas smile in relief, glad Trunks wasn't in as bad of a mood as he sounded."What's up?" He asked, eying the worrisome expression on the younger Saiyan's face.

"Oh, nothing, really." He said, gently shutting the door behind him and leaning against the wall. "Just kind of bored." Armas offered as his half-hearted excuse.

"Bored, hm?" Trunks asked in disbelieving tones, raising a brow to eye Armas over.

Armas sheepishly stared at the floor before responding. "I guess so." He said, glancing up to meet Trunks's gaze. "I was just kind of thinking..." he said, trailing off.

"...about?" Trunks persisted.

"...about Cole." Armas offered honestly. "I just kind of miss her." He said, meeting Trunks's eyes. Armas's sweet amber brown eyes shimmered with unspoken loneliness. "I've never been away from her this long. It's been more than half a year and I haven't heard from her at all. I have no idea when she's coming back. It's not that you, and Aunt Bulma, and everyone else here aren't great. All of you are really nice. It's just that... I miss Cole." He said, repeating his longing for his surrogate mother in understated earnest.

Trunks felt his mood soften. He had no idea Armas missed her this much. "I'm sure she'll be back soon enough."

Armas worried his lip, pulling the tender flesh between his teeth in a nervous chewing motion. "Sometimes I worry."

Suddenly Armas's mood made more sense. He wasn't so much worried about when she was coming back, but more rather if she was coming back. He was worried about her. Either he was scared she was in danger or that she wasn't coming back for him.

"Hey..." Trunks offered in soothing tones, pushing himself off his bed to stand in front of the young Saiyan. He placed both hands comfortingly on Armas's shoulder. "She'll be back in no time." Trunks surely hoped there was some truth to his words because he didn't feel as confident about her swift return as he sounded. Honestly, he was just as much in the dark as Armas. He knew she'd be back eventually. So long as she needed him, she'd be back. However, he had no idea whether it would be 5 days or 5 years before she finally made her return. Also, he really had no way of knowing if she was actually safe or not. As far as he knew, she might be dead, but somehow the instinctual part of him doubted it. She was way too stubborn to die. Plus, he wasn't that lucky. Amused at his own thoughts, Trunks grinned more wholeheartedly. "I promise."

Armas felt reassured by his words but still seemed slightly down. "I just wish... I wish that I could at least talk to her."

Trunks released Armas and sat back on his bed, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his head on the back of his hands. "Don't you have a shared bond with her?"

Armas nodded eagerly but still looked disappointed. "I do, but she's too far away for me to reach her. My power level is too low."

Trunks frowned for a moment, looking pensive before a hopeful expression lit his face. "What if I let you borrow some of mine?" he asked, gaining Armas's immediate attention.

"What do you mean?" Armas asked, his down-and-out mood completely drained away.

"I have good ki control." Trunks stated, half bragging. "I can lend you some of my ki by channeling it into you so you have enough energy to reach out to her."

"Really?" Armas chirped, feeling almost giddy.

"Sure." Trunks smiled brightly, jumping up and motioning for Armas to follow him out onto his balcony. "Come on. Let's give it a try."

"You're the best!" Armas cheered, almost tripping over Trunks's heels as he followed him out into the cool night air. Following Trunks as he guided Armas where to stand, he faced out toward the starry night sky, feeling Trunks's large, warm hands on his shoulders. Kneeling down beside Armas, Trunks spoke up.

"Start reaching out to her." He encouraged, following with a small warning. "I'm going to lend you my ki, now. This might feel a little funny."

Armas nodded excitedly, small butterflies in his stomach. He was so excited. Obeying Trunks, he started searching the sky, feeling out for Cole with his mind as the warm tingle of Trunks's ki flowed through him. It was a strange sensation indeed. Armas could feel the reach of his mind's bond with Cole fueled to a level beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt like he could reach out to Cole no matter how far away she was. It was exhilarating, the feeling of such intense power was like a drug. Armas couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind if this was how Trunks felt all the time.

His mind reached out into the stars, surging beyond planets and stars, extending out into depths he'd previously traveled only by ship. He didn't wonder if he was reaching out in the right place. He knew where she was because his bond was leading him right her.

A tiny girl skipped alongside her father, seeming quite pleased to be anywhere in the glow of his presence. He had a surprise to show her and she couldn't wait to see. The excited young girl looked back at her playmate who wore a sour expression.

"What's the matter, stinky face?" Kora teased, trotting backward to keep in step with her father as he walked.

"None of your business, ugly face," Vegeta commented bitterly, "but if you must know.. I don't have time to waste staring at some dumb baby."

Kora turned her curious face toward her father. "We're going to see a baby?" She asked, confused.

"He's a special baby, Kora." Baratok spoke, gently tugging his daughter's hand to urge her to walk properly by his side. Kora took the gesture and obediently matched his pace. However, she hadn't missed the sour expression that passed between Vegeta and his own father before she turned.

"What makes him special?" She asked, noticing that they'd come to a halt near the nursery for newborn infants. Kora followed the point of her father's finger, glancing at one particular infant near another baby that was wailing at the top of his lungs.

"That baby is Burori, and he was born with the highest power level ever recorded. His level is even higher than my own."

Kora instantly pressed her face against the glass, staring at the baby in awe. "Wow..." She exclaimed, turning to Vegeta to see if he was as amazed as she was. She was disappointed, however. Vegeta's expression was more like resentment.

She was in the hands of Burori, the infant born on Vegeta who had set a historical precedent for the highest power level ever born to a Saiyan child. That explained his unnatural strength and speed. It was no wonder he got the best of her. It took her most of her life to achieve the power level that Burori had maintained at birth. She was way out of her league. She didn't even want to think about what sort of power level he possessed now.

Mentally slapping herself, Cole steeled her resolve. It didn't matter what sort of power level he possessed. If she could use the Vicious Circle technique on him she could regain control. Then she would make him suffer. All she had to do until she found her moment to turn the tables was stay conscious. Lucky for her, Burori decided to switch positions. Slamming her to the floor, he knocked the wind out of her. The concept wasn't hard considering she'd already had the breath squeezed from her. Gasping, Cole gripped the large forearm of the hand that pinned her to the floor, making it that much harder for her to breath as he compressed her ribs. His other hand was working the ties that secured his pants around his waist, trying to release the other behemoth that was aboard her ship. Speed and strength Burori had in spades. It was dexterity he was lacking as he fidgeted with his ties, giving Cole plenty of time to regain a somewhat normal oxygen flow. Now all she had to do was make one more solid connection to his body.

"Burori." She called out, making sure he was paying attention as she aimed a small ki blast towards him with her free hand. As anticipated, he abandoned the previous task of disrobing to pin her free hand down, dispersing the collection of ki that had been in her palm. She had been hoping for just such a reaction from him. Now she could use the Vicious Circle technique. "Learn my name, because one way or another, you're going to be screaming it. You'll have plenty of time since this will be the longest night of your life." Cole spoke bitterly with rage filled eyes. "I am Cole."

The briefest look of confusion crossed Burori's face before it was replaced by an expression of agony, flaring ki sparking to life around him as his level rose out of control at an exponential rate. Cole stared right into his eyes as she employed her technique on him, a rage-fueled scream of unimaginable proportions tearing from her lips, hated boiling over and spewing from her in a display very uncharacteristic of her normally cold demeanor. Never before had someone tried and almost succeeded in violating her and she would be sure he payed for his mistake with the agony of a thousand deaths. Her blood boiled as his ki soared, her blood curdling shriek ringing in unison with his roar of pain from the walls of her ship to a deafening level. She had lost her temper and no longer cared about keeping in control. He'd unleashed the beast she kept locked away. He would experience every trace of darkness in her heat. She was a demon in Saiyan form.

In the bliss of her hatred, as she reveled at Burori's every suffering moment, she felt the familiar sensation of the bond she shared with Armas. The connection they shared flashed through her mind as they became connected, the sweet comfort unwelcome in her state of seething dementia. She did not want to acknowledge anything but her hatred. Nothing would dissuade her fury, not even love. Turning her crazed vehemence to bond that had come unbidden to her consciousness, she spewed her unbridled wrath. Her own control broken, there was nothing that could reign her now.

Armas screamed, grasping his head and rearing back, causing himself and Trunks to topple over. Trunks grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the marble floor of his balcony, destroying the pristine shine as the stone turned to dust in his hand. His breath seethed through his clenching jaw, waves of anger rolling over him as Armas's screams broke into the night. It was an unnatural anger and it was not his own. Trunks knew he heard voices as he tried to regain himself, strong ands gripping him, shaking him. He felt like he was in a tunnel, words having no cognitive meaning. He couldn't see anything but the color red. The volume of voices around him increased as did the shaking until finally he felt something strong and solid strike his face. Still fighting back the anger, he reacted to the attack with one of his own, grappling with the offender who had dealt him the previous blow.

However, the blow he had taken had seemed to help shake him from the daze he was in, the cloudy haze of hatred clearing his head like fog in the wind. Trunks felt his awareness return as he traced the reach of his arm. Trunks reeled back in alarm as he released the hold of his father's throat, falling back against the railing of his balcony in disorientation. Vegeta coughed violently. Even powered up into SSJ, Trunks had almost crushed his windpipe.

"What is the matter with you, Trunks?" Bulma cried, her hand placed to her quivering lip as she held Armas against her chest. She was terrified. She'd never seen either boys in such a state.

Vegeta gripped his son's shirt, staring him face to face as he spoke, his voice more gravely than usual. "What's going on?"

"Cole." Trunks stammered, looking up into the sky. "Something's happening." He spoke, glancing down to see Armas crying hysterically within the circle of Bulma's arms.

"Speak!" Vegeta commanded, jerking his son as though to shake free the answers he wanted.

"I've never felt anything like it. There was so much rage, so much hatred. There's no way one person could be capable of something like that. That couldn't have been Cole. There's just no way." He confirmed, shaking his head.

"The Release." Vegeta said, his words ominously calm as he released his hold on Trunks.

"Dear Kami..." Bulma whispered, an expression of horror marring her face.

"What?" Trunks demanded, his focus on his father intense.

"The Release." Vegeta said again, meetings his son's gaze as he continued to speak. "It's a condition to be feared by Saiyans without a mate."

"What is it?" Trunks insisted, gripping his father's shirt much like Vegeta had done to him moments before.

"It's the moment when a Saiyan is consumed by an intense rage so potent that they lose touch with reality as well as their sanity. It can destroy a Saiyan's mind to an extent that they can never recover. Only a bonded mate can penetrate through the wreckage The Release causes and help reconstruct the damage in their mind. Unmated Saiyans afflicted with The Release will rampage until they destroy themselves." Vegeta spoke, his tone turning serious. "Based on what I've seen from the effect she's had on both you and Armas despite the distance between, I have no doubt in my mind she is suffering from The Release. With that being said, I will be traveling into space, and he will be coming with me." Vegeta said, motioning to the distraught Armas. "Kora carries the jewel of Vegesai. I intend to retrieve it."

"I'm coming with you, too!" Trunks insisted.

"There is no point. You already experienced how she rejected the bond Armas had created with her. You cannot save her. She will be long dead by the time we find her."

"No, we have to do something!" Trunks cried, feeling panic grip him. She couldn't possibly die this way. He had just assured Armas that everything was going to be ok.

"Without a mate, there is nothing that can be done." Vegeta reprimanded, his tone commanding his son to listen without question. "She will not last the night."

"No..." Trunks breathed, stepping back as he pulled a strong hand through his lavender hair, grasping the soft tufts in a tight first. His other hand followed, burying itself in his hair as well as he dropped to his knees. "...no. Cole." Her memory flashed through his mind. He remembered her face and her words. His last memory of her was one of regret and now he could never take it back. He wanted her to live. He needed her to live so he could say he was sorry.

C.S.- "Like... totally omg readers!! Lemme tell ya... it's been one crazy year I've been going through... I can't even begin to explain everything that has happened. That would be a chapter all on its own! Lemme see... ok 'Burori' is 'Brolly' for anyone who doesn't know and YES he does survive after movie 8. He makes an appearance in movie 10 when he crash lands on Earth in a crap-heap space ship... I just rewrote the story, but I'm a fanfic author so I get to do that! For Saiyans I use the original Japanese version of the name. Bulma is an earthling so she gets no special treatment! Haha! Um... and in case anyone forgot... the Vicious Circle technique is explained in chapter 14... so if you forgot what it is, please reread the chapter. Also, Cole is also 'Kora' in case anyone forgot. Kora is her Saiyan name just like Kakkarot is Goku's real name. That's about it... It's 4:30 AM and I have to work in the morning... I'm going to bed!"