Goten and Melody stared up at the sky, where Trunks was already a tiny, receding speck, zipping toward Capsule Corp at absolute breakneck speed.
Goten: …Did he just leave us? *Goten muttered, blinking.*
Melody snorted, shaking her head. Typical Trunks—getting completely overhyped after being healed, and then poof, he's gone. Goten shrugged before taking off into the air after him, Melody flying right beside his flank. The gorgeous sunset painted their long flight home in vibrant shades of gold, orange, and pink.
By the time Goten and Melody finally reached West City and landed at Capsule Corp, having already dropped the Namekian Soulstone off safely at the Lookout, the moon was high in the night sky. The moment the two lovers stepped through the doors.
Bulma: *She cut them off. Bulma looked incredibly frazzled and deeply stressed.* What on earth did you two do to my son? Did you inject him with some of your freaking DNA?! He's been sparring with Vegeta for the last three hours, and he's actually giving his own father a run for his money!
Goten and Melody exchanged a wide-eyed glance. Oh. Right. Melody's healing had been vastly stronger than she intended. Trunks wasn't just recovered from his exhausting ordeal... he had been completely amplified.
Goten: Uh, *Goten started, brilliantly,* maybe?
Bulma groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose as a series of distant, thunderous explosions from the backyard training grounds violently rattled the corporation's windows.
Melody: So, uhm... you remember that left-hand-over-heart technique I used back at the tournament? *Melody began tentatively. Once she saw that Bulma was actively following her explanation, she nervously continued.* Well, it just so happens that when I healed him, I might have done a little bit more than simply patch him up.
Bulma: *Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. She suddenly lunged forward and squeezed Melody's shoulders, shaking her slightly in absolute disbelief.* More?! What do you mean more? Did you give him extra Saiyan DNA? More hybrid powers?! What did you do?
Right on cue, a loud, cataclysmic BOOM echoed from outside—the unmistakable sound of Vegeta getting launched completely across the yard by a hyper-energized, laughing Trunks.
Goten: *He scratched the back of his neck, offering a sheepish grin.* Honestly, Bulma, we don't know if this is a temporary rush or if he's permanently amplified.
Bulma's left eye twitched violently. She marched over to the massive window, watching in pure shock as Trunks effortlessly dodged a furious, full-power Vegeta. Her son was moving faster than she had ever seen him move in his entire life.
Bulma: This is completely your fault! *Bulma accused, whirling back around to point a finger at them.* If he is permanently powered up like this, Vegeta is going to lose his absolute mind!
Outside, a heavily tattered Vegeta fell hard to the ground, tumbling like a ragdoll that had been tossed aside without a second thought. Trunks had done far more than just a number on his father.
Vegeta coughed, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. His elite battle armor was completely shattered, and his legendary royal pride was in absolute shambles. He stared blankly up at Trunks, who was panting heavily but grinning from ear to ear. For the very first time in his entire life, the Prince of all Saiyans had been completely and utterly humbled by his own son.
Back out on the training grounds, a deadly, suffocating silence fell over the yard.