(Elsewhere)
Looking just as roughed up as Trunks had before his collapse, Zangya stood in the center of a distant, open field clutching her left arm as her two opponents landed clumsily on either side of her at several yards apart. Eyes snapping between them in alarm, the red haired woman with golden sclera focused her energy and clenched her jaw tightly, knowing full well that she'd been cornered. When she saw the equally damaged Piccolo and Vegeta, minus one arm, power up and take aim at her central position, the beaten and bruised woman sucked in air and shut her eyes tightly.
Then, sensing their attacks start to build, the Hera acted.
Aura bursting up around her, the green woman spun around and, jabbing her right finger forward, fired a red beam at the Namekian. Her attack slammed into his chest, went straight through it, and knocked him stumbling across the gravel, allowing the Z-fighter to spin back around, drop to her knee and fire a second shot at Vegeta. The beam struck the prince in the kneecap and took it out, dropping him to the ground and causing him to fire his blast sideways prematurely. The attack drew a grunt of pain from the Super Saiyan 3 and had him glare at the ground momentarily, until his gaze snapped upwards to see his opponent diving at him from above with a red energy sphere in her hand.
Letting out a mighty bellow, Zangya drove the blast right into the dead man's face, simultaneously avoiding his counter punch and knocking him onto his back. The attack engulfed Vegeta's entire head and fired right across the planet's surface, expanding and engulfing entire mountains before shooting out of the planet's atmosphere. When the attack faded, it revealed the Hera standing over her headless opponent at the starting point of an enormous, several hundred kilometer trench.
Panting heavily, the woman glared momentarily at her fallen opponent, with a half-assed victorious glimmer reflected in her eye. But just when it seemed like she'd won, Zangya suddenly spun around and, thrusting her finger out a third time, fired a red beam towards her original opponent. The exact same time she did, an orange, corkscrew beam slammed into her stomach and went straight through her, a split second before her attack went straight through Piccolo's head and caused the back of his skull to explode outwards.
Apparently the Namekian was able to recover fast enough from her quick-draw maneuver to get back to his feet and charge a full power Special Beam Cannon to launch at his adversary while her back was turned. This ended in both of them firing at the exact same time and hitting each other squarely in their vital points, with Piccolo's attack managing to drill right through Zangya's stomach while her finger beam took out his brain.
Eyes rolling into the back of his head, the stricken Namekian android fell flat onto his back while Zangya, with a massive hole formed in her chest, panted a few times before then collapsing to her knees. Slumping forward weakly, but managing to stay upright, the red haired woman relaxed and allowed whatever breaths she was able to manage to go steady. Her sclera vanishing and her hair turning back to orange as she reverted to her base form, the mother remained in place, with blood dripping from her open wound and lips.
After sitting there for a full minute and looking at the bodies of her two former comrades, the woman then choked out a pained laugh and turned her gaze towards the heavens. When she saw the smoke filling the atmosphere part and reveal the starry night beyond the earth for the briefest of moments, Zangya's eyes shimmered with tears and a sad smile gradually spread across her lips.
"I guess… this is it…" the Hera rasped, taking in one last breath as a tear then broke and trickled down her cheek. "Looks like… I won't be… seeing you again… after all… Eva… Gohan…"
She'd hoped above all for a chance to be able to embrace her family again for one last time before she passed. But as it turned out, the future had other plans for her.
Her energy levels finally depleting, the smiling warrior's life vanished, leaving her body kneeling in the middle of the war torn world that'd become her home, with her vacant gaze staring up towards the celestial plains above. Just like Trunks a few minutes before, Zangya died there that night; her form reflecting the virtuous spirit she'd cultivated over her many years on this planet, at the same time her soul passed into the netherworlds.
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(Not too far away)
Videl's own battle with the android that was formerly her son had also come to a bloody end. Covered in scuffs, cuts, and various other wounds, the young mother stood over Goren's body as he lay there in the mud, a blast shot straight through his chest and a lifeless expression on his face. Her glowing pink hair fading back to its original, black coloration as she allowed her transformation to subside, the crime fighter then knelt down and took the boy's body into her arms.
Tears appearing in the corners of her crystal clear, sapphire eyes, the woman gently caressed her son and ran a thumb over his cheek. Brushing whatever muck and blood he had on him, like she often did when they were together, she then stared into the eleven year old's pale complexion. Far gone memories of a better time flashed through her mind and Videl was slowly reminded of all her greatest triumphs and failures of her short life. The one that stood out above them all just happened to be the one where, because of her weakness and inability to act, she'd allowed her son to fall victim to their enemy's strength. It was this knowledge and these decisive thoughts that caused the tears gathering in her eyes to finally break free and her face to scrunch up into one of pain, sorrow, and regret.
Sniffling as her hand ran through her boy's short hair, the woman then leant down and pressed her cheek into his mane, and hugged him to her in a hope of reviving him. But try as she might, no response came and no warmth was returned. Only cold and emptiness was her response.
"I'm sorry…" Videl whispered, sobbing as she rubbed the boy's head soothingly. "I'm so sorry…"
Oh, how she wished that none of this had ever happened. How she wished that it was her that could go back and stop all of this from happening. If there was even the smallest chance that her efforts would yield in some form of positive result, and could steer them away from this hellish future, then she would seize this moment and make it happen, no matter the cost.
However, she knew that this was not her fight to finish, at least… not on her own.
As the sounds of war raged on around her and she watched a fleet of Sentinel's ships descend towards her position, all Videl could do was form a small smile on her face and cradle her son's in her lap.
"Pan… I leave the rest to you…"
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