Day Three: Evening

[Orion]

Reijin, again, was being an arsehole. Trunks had no problem keeping the non aggression treaty with the heartless saiyan for the time being; he could even contain his anger. Yet, that didn't stop the halfling from thinking what he truly thought. His arrogance was laced within every word that came from his forked tongue. He did know how to get his message across, although obviously apathetic about how it was received.

Trunks did lose his hold upon his emotions, albeit only slightly, when Reijin spoke of his sister. It seemed she was joined with the stronger group that their fragile alliance was most concerned about. Reijin's thoughtless probing of the subject that they may have to face her caused the halfbreed prince to snarl under his breath.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Trunks shot back, although quite aware of what Reijin implied.

"Because she is with Raditzu and 18. She didn't want to side with you. She didn't want to side with me. She didn't want to side with Vejita. She chose to group with them."

Trunks expected such an answer. Maybe Trunks' anger came from the obvious fact that he didn't want to face such a scenario. It was by no means out of the realm of possibilities, but still very unwanted. To murder his sister to preserve his own, and in this tournament... if Trunks could leave the subject by itself, at least at the more conscious reasoning, he would be all right.

"Of course, I could be wrong, right? She could somehow be out there by herself, attempting to survive, couldn't she?" He paused, looking at the elder Namekian. "When you had the GPS in your group, did you notice anything unusual about groups?"

The conversation continued. Trunks listened in to what Reijin had to say, and contributed where neccessary. It seemed the full blooded saiyan was grinding on everyone's nerves, but there was some truth to what he said.

"Ahhh!" Trunks moaned, dropping to the ground. His face was scrunched up in pain, his eyes tightly shut. Instantly, the entire alliance readied themselves for an ambush. Guns were raised, fists were clenched, eyes were peeled, but no one emerged. They waited longer. Still, no one appeared. Everyone in the group looked at the halfling, trying to see what could've possibly set off his tortured response. From the outside, Trunks appeared fine. There was no aesthetic change to him whatsoever.

"Trunks," Vegeta stated, getting down on his knee by his son, "what's wrong?"

"Ahh!" the halfling said painfully. "I... I don't ... know!"

"What's the matter? Where is it hurting?" Kami asked.

"It's... it's everywhere..." Trunks murmured. His voice grew less laboured, and his eyes, although still closed, were no longer tight. A deep breath filled his lungs, and he let it out slowly.

"Well, it seems you're all ri--"

"AHHH!" Kami was cut off mid sentence by another agonising scream from Trunks. This time, his remaining Potarra earring emitted a bright white light. It was far more potent than the normal glimmering that accompanied his Super Saiyan transformation. Staring at the piercing spark was painful to the eyes.

"Dammit, what's wrong with him?" Vegeta asked vainly, taking a step back.

"I don't know," Kami responded. "I've never seen anything like this."

Reijin gave the saiyan prince an unimpressed gaze. "He'll be all right in a minute."

Surprisingly, as soon as Reijin finished his statement, the burning glow from Trunks' singular Potarra earring faded away. Trunks opened his eyes, feeling the pain dissipate from his being. He sat up, taking in a deep breath and rubbing his temples with his index and middle fingers.

"What the hell was that?" Trunks asked to nobody. "That was so painful."

"How are you feeling now?" Thirteen enquired.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," Trunks responded absent mindedly. "But still, what ... was that?"