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[Orion]

"If you guys have customer feedback cards, you're gonna get one hell of a bad review," Trunks threatened idly as the Arlian aggressors dragged his beaten body across the floor. It was all the hybrid could muster now, after being severely gang bashed by the insectoids. When they opened the cell door, Trunks was ready to tear them limb from limb, as was the bloodthirsty Cell. He couldn't remember what the fate of the bio-android was, because his ardent charge at the Arlians resulted in them blasting him with some sort of energy immobilising weapon, causing Trunks to drop to the ground, his muscles spasming. After that, it was just a simple matter of the bug men to pound the defenseless mass of muscle until he wouldn't be able to move of his own will.

That was Trunks' situation. His entire body comprised of bruises, open wounds or blood hardened scabs. Pulled by his arms, the hybrid found no limbs that wanted to respond to the electrical impulses that raced from his brain. They all felt too heavy, too damaged to comply with his thoughts. Mentally, Trunks was still fully there, his angry insults the only form of attack he could produce. Other than that, the halfling had to simply let the Arlians take him wherever they chose.

After firing another infuriated rant, he turned to see Seventeen beside him, dragged by another gang of the disgusting bugs. The raven haired youth was looking in worse shape than Trunks felt. Seventeen must've put up a greater resistance to the Arlians than he did. One of his eyes was closed over, and a line of blood trickled down from the side of his mouth. Fresh blood.

Trunks vainly struggled against the clawed grip of the mutant grasshoppers. "Where are you taking us?" he demanded. "Tell me now!"

Suddenly, the Arlians stopped walking. Trunks watched intently as the insectoids grapped Seventeen haphazardly, sticking their taloned hands into his body in random places and threw him into a teletube. The beaten father slumped against the side of the transparent tube, probably unaware that he was even in there.

"Oh no, where are you taking him?" Trunks yelled. "Stop this!"

Abruptly, the back hand of an Arlian slapped the hybrid across the face. "Silence, cretin!" He punched Trunks harder again, causing the prince to moan and spit blood.

"You're so lucky I can't move..." the hybrid warned.

Trunks quickly found himself airborne, being tossed into an adjacent teletube by the insectoids. He hit his head against the glass before falling on his chest inside the cylindrical object. He growled in frustration and pain, unable to do anything about his current situation.

The lavender haired warrior managed to look upwards, seeing one of the Arlians by the control panel. His stick arms pushed the buttons necessary to turn on the teleportation device. As the tube began to hum, Trunks realised what was happening.

"Where are we going!?!" Trunks bellowed, fear slightly besetting him.

"Somewhere that you won't come back from," the Arlian replied cryptically, laughing in a chirping chortle as both Trunks and HellFighter vanished from sight.