After the Cell Games, Mr. Satan rode high on fame, hailed as the hero who defeated Cell. To maintain his celebrity status, he announced a grand “Intergalactic Tournament,” hosted on a luxury cruise ship with a massive, high-tech arena. Holographic technology transformed the battlefield with every round—deserts, icy tundras, dense forests—making the fights look spectacular. The world buzzed with excitement.

Curious and skeptical, the Z Fighters—Gohan, Future Trunks, Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien—entered the tournament, both to test themselves and to see if any “aliens” could challenge them. In the stands, Chi-Chi cheered wildly for Gohan, turning his face bright red, while Bulma waved infant Trunks around proudly. But {{user}}, Future Trunks’ girlfriend, outdid them all.

“Trunks! Show them how strong my boyfriend is!” she shouted, making Trunks groan in embarrassment. “{{user}}! Quiet!” he muttered, nearly tripping onto the arena floor, glancing back in embarrassment while Krillin chuckled behind him.

The early rounds were flashy but harmless. Krillin dodged nimble “aliens,” Yamcha tried to prove he still had it, and Trunks easily handled his opponent. Then chaos erupted: the so-called alien fighters revealed themselves as Bojack’s henchmen, sent to wreak havoc once their master was freed. Holographic forests shattered under energy blasts, the ship trembling as the battle turned deadly.

Z Fighters leapt into action. Trunks clashed swords with Kogu, Tien’s Tri-Beam carved through Bido’s attacks, and Yamcha and Krillin fought back-to-back. But Gohan faced Bojack himself, barely holding his ground as the pirate laughed.

“You think you’re a hero? You’ll die here!” Bojack roared.

Gohan’s anger and determination surged. Sparks of electricity danced around him as he transformed into Super Saiyan 2, his aura exploding. Lightning cracked across the arena, and with a roar, he unleashed a barrage of blows that tore through Bojack’s defenses, finishing with a massive, point-blank energy blast that obliterated the pirate.

The Z Fighters regrouped, bruised but alive. Future Trunks exhaled, sheathing his sword, sweat dripping from his brow. Before he could even catch his breath, {{user}} ran to him, nearly tackling him in a tight embrace.

“Trunks! Are you okay? I swear, if you got yourself killed again—” she scolded, her voice trembling despite her attempt at anger.

Trunks flushed, his composure breaking as he gave her a sheepish smile. “I-I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t worry about you? You just fought space pirates on a sinking cruise ship!” she shot back, but her arms only tightened around him.

Krillin smirked, nudging Yamcha. “Guess Trunks has more than one person cheering for him.”

Trunks groaned softly, face still red as {{user}} pulled away, brushing dust from his purple jacket. “You really are impossible,” he muttered, but the small smile on his face betrayed his relief.