Day Two: Evening

[Orion]

"Shit!" Trunks cursed, dropping flat on his back. "Shit!"

The valley was a death zone. Metal Koola's shiny body lay still as a rock, a single bullet shaped hole through his forehead ending his time on the island. Bujin's lifeless corpse rested upon the top of the hill, his last move doing quite some damage to Thirteen. The android's gut was open, with the projectile's exit clean through his back. Garlic Junior's bullet ridden body stayed motionless and face down on the ground. Seventeen accepted the cruelest death; his head crushed by a giant hammer.

Thankfully, Kami only took as much damage as Trunks had, and Thirteen, although badly wounded, was still OK. Trunks immediately got his bag and pulled out his medical kit, getting straight to work on Thirteen's stomach.

"Shit!" Trunks repeatedly cursed, suturing the android's sparking abdomen. "Dammit! I can't believe what happened!"

"Hey, calm it down," Kami soothed, rubbing the bullet holes on his back. "We went into it, we knew the risks. You can't get angry because things don't always go our way."

Trunks finished healing the injury of the silver maned cyborg, throwing the empty metal container away in frustration. His eyes burned with rage that belied the softer blue tone within them.

"Seventeen!" Trunks yelled at Kami. "Seventeen's dead! I said I'd protect him! He's got a little girl out there!"

"Trunks, please," Kami continued, still in his calm manner, "try to slow down. Relax a little."

"Don't tell me to relax," Trunks warned through clenched teeth. "Seventeen's dead. Garlic Junior's dead. I can't even see Goten anymore."

It wasn't fair. He was finally together with Goten again. Seventeen was starting to warm to him. Things were going so well for them, and now... Trunks was going to get to know Garlic Jr. Their alliance, the confident air that surrounded them was shattered.

"Arrgh!" Trunks bellowed, his rage breaking free from its cage. Despite the exhaustion from his transformation, his unadulterated anger would not be bridled by physical limits. Dust kicked up around his feet, suddenly shooting upwards as it was parted by a brilliant golden aura. Trunks' long hair spiked up into a shimmering crown, finding release in his Super Saiyan form.

"Arrr---ahh!" he moaned, dropping to his knees. His exhaustion took him over, pulling him out of his ascended form. Tears welled in his eyes, falling to the blood soaked dirt. "I... I..."

"It's ok," Kami said, getting down on his knees and patting the halfling on the back. "It's hard to deal with this. I'm no stranger to it." He helped Trunks back to his feet, where the empathatic android stood nearby.

"We should keep on moving," Thirteen stated, picking up the medical kit that Metal Koola left behind. Trunks reclaimed his ki rifle, and Kami took Garlic Junior's guitar.

"Maybe I can play a few travelling songs," Kami gestured as the emotionally drained halfling took the lead, bringing the remainder of the alliance out of the graveyard.

OOC: I used my last heal on Thirteen. I just rped Kami and 13 taking the weapons; we'll work out who gets what.