The battle with the Blood princess.

Amber stood there, watching as the whole transformation took place. A calm look settled on her face, her hand on her waist as she waited for her opponent to be ready.

Suited up, Trunks spoke, pointing his finger at Amber, "Hey blood sucker!" He grinned, "Pretty or not, I don't intend to hold back just because you're a woman! Prepare yourself!".

"For a man, you sure do talk a lot, it's kinda a turn off." Amber brought her hands together, "But you have the spirit, I'm not in a good mood, so might as well use you as a means to exert my frustration".

"Very good…. And here I thought you were going to run!" Trunk spun his spear, leaning downwards a bit, "Here I come!".

In the blink of an eye, Trunks launched himself from the earth, a blur of motion hurtling towards Amber with the lethal tip of his blade aimed unerringly at her exposed neck. The proximity between them was so scant that any evasion seemed an impossibility.

But then -

"What a joke."