His life was flashing before his eyes.
From the minute of his birth to his recent defeat on Namek, he saw it all as the golden haired man was descending towards him in what his eyes perceived to be slow-motion, as if the people of Other World were playing a sick joke on him.
Well not this time! No! He would not be humiliated again by a simple Ape of all things!
Then it happened.
Something had snapped inside of him and for some reason he felt...great. This power and unimaginable strength! This must of been the power that his Father had told him about!
Reacting faster than he thought possible, he narrowly missed the blade's fine edge cutting through his shoulder blade and amputating his only remaining organic limb.
Trunks' eyes widened at the fact that he had apparently missed his intended target.
He caught sight of Frieza extending his metallic arm back for a full powered punch. Trunks smirked, preparing to cut it off when the time came. He began to raise his sword but when he caught sight of Frieza smirking right back at him he knew something was wrong.
He was halfway done when unexpectedly, he felt pain in his lower region of area. Momentarily forgetting Frieza, the fight and even the very sword which he had was let go, his only focus was to try and lessen the pain.
King Cold's eyes drifted to the falling sword, curiosity getting the better of him.
He caught it by the handle before it made contact with the ground and brought it closely to his face. A wickedly grin spread across his face as he took in the features of the fine piece of remarkable craftsmanship.
He looked around at the fallen soldiers who lay victim and had their lives ended by the blade of this Super Saiyan. Yes, this sword will come in handy indeed.
His gaze turned away from the blade back to the fight with his Son and the Super Saiyan.
His tail was outstretched and was reeling back towards himself after the fatal flow he had inflicted upon the Saiyan. No matter the species, this seemed to do the trick to kept the pesky ones down to show example of why not to mess with him. Of course, stubborn Vegeta always came back for more when he was younger and he was sure the pitiful chimp would never pro-create ever.
Dirty trick? Yes.
Did he care? No.
He began to laugh. "What's wrong monkey? Are you hurt" his obviously sarcastic voice sounded out before bursting into a full grown laughter, one you would hear from a madman.
He quickly brought his fists together and bashed the man on his head, sending him down towards the ground.
This was not going well. That was for sure.
This was not how it was supposed to be. Frieza was not meant to be this strong!
Where did this sudden rise in power come from!
He halted his sudden descent, the pain from before subsided for now and turned to face him again.
Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiing
"I've Failed..." he choked out in his last act of consciousness while his severed body was quickly turned to sushi before finally being blasted to oblivion, falling to the Earth below in blackened ashes.
The hope for the future is dead.
This is actually an old fic I've had lying around for I don't know how long and which I never went through the bother of publishing to this site.
I was planning on making this a multi-chaptered story but I never got around to making other chapters. I've decided to leave this as a oneshot since I think it works better this way.
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