Day Two: Evening

[Orion]

Time was passing agin. The second day was drawing to a close. Through his emotional and physical distress, Trunks finally recognised the state of his body. Exhaustion and hunger were taking their toll upon him, and he doubted the remnants of the alliance were excluded from it.

"Guys," Trunks whimpered, dropping to his knees after their long trek, "I need to rest."

Kami and Thirteen stopped. "Yeah, you're right," Kami agreed. "I could do with a bit of shut eye too."

"Sounds logical," Thirteen added. "Reserving my energy would be a good choice to make."

"OK then," Trunks stated, cementing his original proposition. "Sleep, then we move on." The halfling haphazardly dumped the contents of his satchel on the ground, lying his rapid fire ki gun within arm's reach. He guzzled the remainder of his water and consumed the last portion of food, before burping loudly. It wasn't a smart way to live, but Trunks often only ate once a day. He knew he had to learn better eating habits one day.

"Righto, goodnight." Trunks plopped his head into his hands, lying on his back. Despite all that had transpired in recent hours, the hybrid found no problems in instantly dropping off to sleep.

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Some time later, Trunks awoke. The stars were still in the sky. Kami was still sleeping, no doubt a result of the draining effects of Ultra Namek on his elderly body. Thirteen rested nearby, but it didn't appear that he was sleeping. Deciding to stand guard for his remaining allies, Trunks got to his feet and firmly held his ki rifle. He would help protect his dozing friends until everyone was rested and ready.

He wasn't going to fail them like he did to Seventeen.