Reacts to an energy blast from Trunks in milliseconds, though she didn't think she could dodge it

A golden sphere, blindingly bright, formed in front of the Super Saiyan's open palms. "You disgust me, android. Even now you would try to deceive me, appealing to my feelings. As if you know what feelings are. You have mocked me so many times for showing mercy – you said it was my greatest weakness. Well, NO MORE!"

...

A tear…a single drop of very human fear…trickled down #18's smooth cheek. She knew Trunks was stronger. There was nothing she could do – her energy shield could not be reactivated for several more minutes, and she doubted she could dodge in time to survive. She was desperate…and she didn't understand.

...

"ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES!" shouted Trunks, his righteous fury flowing through every muscle in his body. "BUSTER CANNON!"

The end had come for the slender blonde named 18. Her executioner, a young man from another world—a world in which she really was all the terrible things he said—had begun to swing his axe. She had only a few more milliseconds before it would all be over, before the blade – a horrible, vengeful beam of hatred – would take her away. The moments passed like a blur as she stared helplessly at the golden beam. Another tear rolled down her cheek…she was sad to be snatched away from a world that only an hour before had held such promise. With every instant, her remaining hope of salvation ebbed. She closed her eyes as they brimmed with tears, preparing herself for the fiery death that seemed so certain.

Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed her…warm, friendly arms…tackling her to the ground with only moments to spare.

"STOP IT!" yelled a furious voice, unidentifiable and distant.

Immediately, she felt the searing heat from the energy wave passing over her, agonizingly intense. She recoiled, crying out in pain. But she was alive.

THUDD! A powerful boot smashed into the Super Saiyan's arms, cutting off the beam in mid-release. Trunks started to turn, but the other boot caught him in the chin, sending him flying in an arc. He braced in midair and flipped, skidding a few feet on his landing but still uninjured. The blow had been strong enough to arrest his attack, but not strong enough to hurt him.

"…Gohan?!" Trunks asked, stunned.

The young Super Saiyan was hovering just in front of Trunks, his face furious. A red bruise, the exact shape of his boot, was forming on the older Saiyan's cheek.

"What's wrong with you, Trunks!? You can't do this." Gohan's stern voice was frightening even to those who knew him – he sounded much older than only ten years.

...

Suddenly, everything came into focus. Trunks gasped for air, his eyes widening. He had lost control. He had very nearly become the same as the monsters who he so hated. He had almost turned into the very thing he had sought to destroy – a heartless monster, devoid of mercy, intent on slaughtering innocents.

Trunks continued staring into Gohan's eyes. With each second, the stern look calmed him, burning into his consciousness and slowing his racing heart. Finally, he lowered his gaze to the beautiful blonde girl who cringed on the ground. Her clothes were scorched and torn, her smooth, soft skin burned and caked with debris. She still stared at him in horror. On top of her, barely conscious, was the broken form of Krillin.

- Bringer of Death Chapter 39