Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. It is owned by Akira Toriyama. I make no monies on this story.
Authors Note: Some parts of this chapter have been taken from the anime as I'd forgotten what was said. No copyright infringement is intended.
The wind blew, strong and hot across the rocks, disturbing the dust and dirt that had accumulated on the plateau over the years. The sound of a capsule rang through the air, and clattered onto the ground. A calloused hand scooped it from the rock.
"It doesn't change much around here does it?" A female voice intoned casually.
"No. It doesn't." Her companion replied. "So...shall we go?"
The girl nodded as she rose into the air. With a burst of speed, they took off into the sky, flying over the desert. Soon though, they felt an unmistakable ki.
"It seems as if Frieza and his father have approached the earths atmosphere." She said sullenly.
"I see." The boy replied, seemingly deep in thought. "Do you want to take care of the problem, or shall I?"
The girl thought for a moment. "You can have the honors. I think I'll just watch the show from over there." She pointed toward a large plateau ahead of them. "He should be here in around...fifteen minutes, right?"
"Around there, yes." The boy, Trunks, said as they touched down on the yellow sandstone. "It will only take a few minutes, then we'll head to where Goku will land."
"If you say so." She said in an uneasy tone.
"It'll be fine, Shoyu." He said as the warm wind shifted his lavender hair around his face. "I promise."
Shoyu turned her steel-blue orbs to meet his cerulean ones and smiled. "I trust you."
Trunks placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "Just sit tight for a bit, rest up. Frieza will be here soon."
"So will the others." She said with a smirk. "Hurry and go before they see you."
"You're right." He rose into the air and with a wave, flew down the side of the cliff.
Shoyu raised her arms into the air, stretching out her tight muscles, before pulling her long black hair into a ponytail at the top right of her head. The hair fell against her cheek, and just brushed her shoulder.
Thank god I'm wearing a dress and these stretchy shorts instead of that hot jacket. I don't know how he can stand to wear it in this heat. She thought as she perched herself on the edge, her legs dangling over the side. She let her head fall back as she leaned on her arms. This wind feels good.
It wasn't long before Shoyu felt several ki approaching from the west. She smiled softly to herself as she recognized two of them. Ah, my friends, it's been too long. She thought as they touched down in a crevice below her. She heard whispered voices, but couldn't make out what was being said. She said nothing, as they didn't seem to notice her yet.
Shoyu ran her fingers through her bangs, as she watched her companion confront Frieza.
Trunks easily cut down the soldiers, and landed in front of the large ship. "Ah, so. You must be Frieza. I've been waiting a long time to meet you face to face." He spoke calmly.
"Well, we have a guest, it seems." King Cold stated as his son stared at he newcomer.
"Now I'm going to destroy you." Trunks told him.
"Oh!" Frieza gasped, "We'd better run. Isn't that right...father?"
Frieza and his father laughed at him mockingly.
"You don't know what you're up against, boy." Frieza said smugly.
"I know exactly what I'm up against, Frieza, and let me tell you," Trunks said with a smirk. "I'm not worried. Make no mistake, I'm going to finish you once and for all."
"Well," Frieza stated, "You certainly are an arrogant little thing. But you're no match for me. Really. Fighting a worthless little punk like you is hardly worth my time."
"Maybe I haven't made myself clear yet, you're finished Frieza!" Trunks declared.
Frieza ground his teeth as he glared angrily at Trunks, shaking with fury for a few moments before he calmed himself down with a small smile. "Hm. Enough idle talk." He said as he turned his head to the side. "Foot soldier!"
"Sir?" Said a large man, who seemed to be covered with green scales.
"Vaporize this little rodent." Frieza demanded.
"With pleasure!" The man said as his master ordered the rest of them to spread out.
As the men surrounded Trunks, he looked at them and said, "I think it's only fair to warn you guys, you don't stand a chance against me."
"Don't make me laugh, kid. No hard feelings, alright?" He asked as he leveled his blaster at him. "It's time for you to go." With that, the foot soldier pressed the red button on the blaster with his thumb, and shot a bolt of energy.
Trunks easily deflected the blast with a swat of his hand, sending it careening behind him. It crashed into a huge rock, destroying it. The man with the gun shot three times more, and again, Trunks blocked them. He then flicked his hair away from his eyes, before rushing the man, and punching him into the side of the ship.
Frieza turned toward Trunks, smirking. "Well," He chuckled. "Seems as if the little dog has some bite to go with his bark after all."
Trunks just glared at Frieza as his men rushed at him. He easily dispatched them with his sword, before turning to the evil alien.
"I must admit, I'm impressed." Frieza said as Trunks fixed his hair.
Shoyu glanced down at the hiding warriors, noticing the looks of shock on their faces.
Bulma asked her friends, "Hey! Guys what's going on!"
"I'm sensing another huge power level...and this one...it...it..." Krillin said, stuttering his words.
"And this one makes Frieza seem like nothing!" Tien said in shock.
Shoyu giggled lightly to herself at the looks on their faces. Trunks...if only you could see this...he-he.
"What a pleasant surprise." King Cold said as he watched the last man fall.
"You're right father. This may prove to be more amusing that I had thought." Frieza smirked.
"Enough." Trunks said, annoyed. "Now you two are going down."
King Cold laughed. "One thing is certain. If nothing else, this little creature is quite the comedian."
"He is at that." Frieza agreed. "I'll tell you what, kid. Let me give you a piece of advice. He who acquires his skills quickly, is he who is the first to perish."
Trunks smiled. "Hm. Thanks for the tip."
"Why you!" Frieza began.
"Listen up!" Trunks said suddenly. "Now I've got one for you Frieza. Know your enemy. You've already made some pretty big assumptions about me, and that's a mistake that's going to cost you dearly."
"You insolent brat! You should really learn to control your tongue." Frieza admonished.
"Just destroy him already. We haven't got all day." King Cold said, bored.
"Really father." Frieza said, irritated. "Have some patience. I'm only trying to have some fun."
"He's right though. You really don't have all day. More like five minutes." Trunks corrected.
"Well isn't that too bad. And here I've made dinner plans." Frieza chuckled.
"So I've heard. Well sorry Frieza, but I'm canceling your date with Goku." Trunks told him.
King Cold looked from Trunks to his son. "What's a Goku?" He asked.
"Father. I know you're bored, but please try to keep up." said Frieza, mad. "So I take it you know that worthless Saiyan?"
"By reputation." Trunks allowed. "But we'll meet soon."
"Don't be so certain." Frieza stated.
"But I couldn't be more certain, Frieza! Any time now, Goku will be coming home, and only one of us is going to be here waiting for him. Get it?"
"Definitely. As it so happens, I was just about to suggest that very thing myself." Frieza said arrogantly. "It's so nice that you and I can finally agree on something, don't you think?"
Trunks smiled in agreement. "For once you're right."
"So I think all that there is left for me to do is to think of a way to annihilate you." Frieza said with a laugh.
"Enough kidding around. It's time you understood who I really am. So I'll tell you what. I'm going to let the two of you in on a little secret. You're about to find out what it's like to fight a real Super Saiyan." Trunks smirked at the two. "And I'm not talking about Goku."
Frieza and his father stared at him in shock, before laughing. "You crack me up kid. Ah hahaha ah haha! I've never met anyone who laid it on quite as thick as you! Ah ha haha!"
Trunks let them laugh for a few seconds, before grinning. He began to raise his power level, causing their laughing to be cut short.
"No!" Frieza gasped. "It can't be!" The sudden rise of power frightened him, reminding him of the man who destroyed his true body.
Trunks' hair began to flutter as his power flowed around him. He screamed as he forced his ki to raise even higher.
"What is he?" King Cold asked in shock.
"No! It's impossible!" Frieza said, backing up.
The ground began to shake violently. Shoyu heard Vegeta gasp, and turned to watch them.
"Sounds like the fight's starting without us!" Yamcha called.
"Oh! Somebody stop this thing, I wanna get off!" Bulma cried out as she fell to her knees.
"It might be my dad!" Gohan said hopefully.
"You really think so?" Krillin asked.
"Who else would try to take on Frieza alone?" Gohan asked him.
Vegeta clenched his teeth in denial.
Shoyu stood and stretched. "It's almost done." She said, startling them.
"W-Who are you?" Yamcha asked.
"One of the good guys." Shoyu assured him. "There's nothing to fear. He'll be done in a few minutes."
"Who'll be done in a few minutes?" Gohan asked. "Is it my father?"
Shoyu smiled kindly at him. "No, it's not. But, he'll be here soon."
"Huh?" the group gasped.
"How do you know this, girl?" Vegeta asked her angrily.
"I'm not at liberty to say at the moment, but you will find out in due time, no worries." Shoyu said confidently. "If you'd like, you should come up here. The view is better than that from where you're standing."
They all looked at each other, debating what to do, when Piccolo jumped up and landed beside her. She smiled at him, though she received no kindness in return. The others joined them as soon as Piccolo nodded his consent.
They watched as Trunks' hair rose and stood on end. It flickered twice before turning gold.
"No! It's impossible!" Vegeta snarled.
Frieza shook visibly as he took a step back, causing his father to look at him in concern. "So this is a Super Saiyan?" King Cold questioned as he turned his gaze on the still powering up Saiyan.
"The...eyes..." Frieza whispered in horror. "They have the same...eyes!" he growled in anger as he remembered Goku's pitying gaze on him.
Trunks smirked. "Was it something I said?"
Frieza screamed in fury and threw a huge blast of energy at him. Trunks let it hit him to prove his point. There was a huge explosion, causing smoke and fire to fill the air.
Shoyu walked to the edge of the platform. "My friend should be about done now, if Frieza's tantrum is any indication. We're on our way to meet Goku." She said politely. "You're welcome to join us, and wait. I'm walking by the way. I wouldn't want to attract his attention when he's trying to fight."
Gohan looked to Piccolo as if to ask what they should do.
"We don't even know who this brat is, I don't trust her." Vegeta snarled.
"I think we should go with her." Gohan said. "She said she knows my dad."
"I hate to say it, but Vegeta's right." Yamcha said. "It's probably a trap."
"Well, if you think it's a trap, then you don't have to come with me," Shoyu said as she began to walk toward the waning battle. "My friend and I need to speak with Goku privately anyway, so if you don't want to follow me it isn't a problem. I just thought you might like to see him sooner rather than later."
As she walked she noticed that the others had begun to follow her. Mostly because Gohan had started after her the moment she left.
"My, I would say that all rather anticlimactic, wouldn't you? I mean the little runt certainly didn't last very long now did he?" Cold asked as the smoke began to thin.
"Well what would you expect? He was only a..." Frieza stopped speaking, to look in disbelief at the lone figure standing in the midst of the rubble, untouched by flame.
"Is that all you've got? Because if it is then you'd better give up now." Trunks stated calmly. "You can't win Frieza."
"Well we'll just see about that!" Frieza screamed as he threw a huge energy wave at his adversary.
"Frieza!" His father yelled. "You'll destroy us all!"
Trunks let out a cry and held out his hands. He blocked the blast, and it flew off in many different directions, shocking Frieza and his father.
"It looks to me like you're running out of tricks." Trunks said.
"This Saiyan is really something else." King Cold commented.
"Okay, that's two." Trunks said with a grin. "I'll give you one more chance to hit me with everything you've got, and then it's strike three Frieza. Game over. You're out."
"Hm. It's time we put an end to this." Frieza stated as he rose into the air. He raised his finger and formed a small orange ball of energy. It began to grow and grow until it was bigger than his ship. He laughed manically.
"Are you going to finish this or not?" King Cold asked.
"Just watch me! This one's for you father!" Frieza yelled as he threw the death ball at Trunks.
It sank down on top of him, and deep into the crust of the earth. King Cold remarked, "You know son, you could have done this from the start, and saved us a good deal of effort."
"There's just no pleasing you father." Frieza said as he landed on the ship.
They jumped in shock as the ball of energy sinking in the earth stopped. It was still for several moments, before rising sharply from the ground.
"There's no way!" Frieza gasped in disbelief.
Trunks lifted the energy with one hand, as he walked out of the hole it had created. "Excuse me," he asked cockily. "Is this yours?"
"Why you little!" Frieza snarled as he threw a second, much smaller ball of ki into the first, causing it to explode around Trunks.
He laughed as he gazed into the empty crater. His father dropped down next to him.
"Well done Frieza." He said, "It only took you four tries to destroy that little boy."
"I was just warming up father." Frieza hurriedly explained. "Really!"
"Ohohoho. Of course son!"
Trunks stood high above them. He made a few complicated hand movements. "Hey! Frieza!" he yelled as he shot a huge blast at the tyrant.
Frieza and his father dodged the blast easily.
"When I get my hands on him, I'll!" Frieza began. He heard a battle cry, and looked up in horror. Trunks was dropping down to where he was, sword in hand.
Trunks swung the sword quickly, and smoothly. It sliced through Frieza as easily as if it were butter, and he swung several more times, before blasting the pieces into oblivion, effectively stopping any future attempt on recreating him.
Once Frieza was dust, Trunks turned his sights onto his father. They dropped back down to the ground, where they faced each other. Trunks blocked out King Colds voice as he attempted to get him to take Frieza's place at his side.
"You could join me, and together we could rule the universe." Cold said in conclusion.
"Not a chance." Trunks said blandly.
"Don't be so hasty, with a power like yours, planets like this would be mere bobbles in your collection, every world, a toy for your amusement, you could do with them as you wished." Cold said. "No? Well then, grant me this. Might I examine your sword? A weapon of such a caliber begs to be admired. You have nothing to fear from me."
Trunks smiled and asked, "So you want to see my sword, huh? Here, catch!" He then unsheathed his sword, and tossed it effortlessly to King Cold.
Cold examined the sword and smiled. "Yes, yes indeed. What remarkable craftsmanship. I have a hunch though, that you would not have defeated my son had it not been for this sword." King Cold look up at Trunks, "What do you say?"
"Believe what you want." He said.
"Fine!" King Cold said gripping the sword with two hands. " I believe that you are nothing without this sword! Nothing!" He rushed Trunks and swung the sword down.
Trunks caught the blade with his hand, "Heh. So much for your theory." He took a step forward. "You should know that the weapon doesn't make the man." Trunks raised his hand and placed it on Colds heart.
"Wait! You dirty little Saiyan!" Cold screamed as Trunks sent a wave of deadly energy through him.
Cold was blasted backward, screaming as he went, until he hit a wall of hard sandstone. He bounced off it and landed in a heap on the ground, dead.
Trunks sheathed his sword and blasted Cold's ship into hundreds of scorched and unusable pieces.
Shoyu waved as she approached Trunks. "You done cleaning up?" She asked.
Trunks smiled at her. "I am now."
Shoyu smirked. "What took you so long? Maybe I should have taken care of Frieza myself."
"It isn't my fault he's a talker." Trunks defended.
Shoyu turned toward Gohan. "We're going to go wait for Goku now, have you decided on joining us?"
Vegeta looked mutinous.
"It's just over there." Trunks said, pointing to his left. "Follow us. He'll be here in about an hour."
"Well I'm going. They know my dad." Gohan said.
"Possibly. But we've known Goku his whole life." Krillin said.
"I'll go." Said Tien. "They seem pretty cool to me."
"I don't trust them." Yamcha said as he held on to Bulma, where they floated in the air.
"You don't even trust me." Bulma said haughtily. "I say go."
"Definitely." Vegeta agreed. "I've got to find out who those brats are."
As they flew, Shoyu glanced at her watch. She pushed a button, and the screen changed. "Wow. The tracking device still works with the original satellite. You're grandpa rules!" she said happily.
"He's your grandfather now too remember?" Trunks reminded her.
Shoyu smiled. "You're right, as usual. Oh! It's just there." she pointed below them.
"Great." He said as they dropped out of the sky.
Once they'd all landed, Trunks pulled out a capsule. He tossed it and a mini fridge appeared. "You want a cold drink?" He asked. "It's pretty hot and dry out here."
Shoyu smiled and took the lemon soda gratefully. "Thanks." She said.
Trunks opened one for himself. After taking a drink, he said, "You're all welcome to anything in the fridge. Help yourselves."
"Thanks!" Gohan said happily. "OH! There's orange!"
"Count me in!" Bulma said with a smile. "Thanks for the root beer!"
"Not a problem." Trunks said.
After a few minutes, he noticed Bulma staring at him. He glanced at her.
"Um..." She asked. "Have we met? You look so familiar."
"No, sorry." Trunks said.
"Excuse me miss," Gohan asked. "But how do you know my dad?"
"I'm sorry. I've never had the pleasure of meeting him before." Shoyu said truthfully.
Gohan looked confused.
Krillin asked, "Then how do you know he'll be here in an hour?"
"Sorry, I'm not at liberty to say right now." She repeated the phrase from earlier.
"Why not?" Vegeta asked. "I'll tell you why. Because you're up to something! Tell us now, tough guy, who are you?"
Trunks looked slightly alarmed at Vegeta's malice. He exchanged a glance with Shoyu before saying, "I wish I could. Sorry."
Gohan walked up to him. "When you defeated Frieza and that big guy, were you a Super Saiyan?"
Shoyu nodded. "He was."
"That's a lie!" Vegeta snarled suddenly. "Kakkarot, the one you call Goku, and I are the only Saiyans left, Kakkarot's kid there is half Saiyan, so if you count him, that makes three of us. There's no way you could have Saiyan blood!"
"But," Defended Gohan, "He just defeated Frieza and that other guy, he didn't even need our help!"
"I'm calling him a liar, not weak." Vegeta said arrogantly.
Bulma noticed the capsule corp logo on Trunks' jacket. "Hey, you have our logo on your jacket. And you have one on your dress." She pointed out to them, "Are you two some of our employees?"
"Not exactly." Trunks said.
"We just like the way it looks." Shoyu smiled.
"Oh, I see. Well tell me your name, and I'll recommend you to my dad." Bulma said.
Trunks told her. "I can't do that. Sorry I know it's strange."
"Oh, mystery man." Bulma said in a flirting tone.
Shoyu giggled a bit as Trunks blushed.
"Is his shoe size a mystery too?" Tien .
"Yeah, I wish I had a mystery name. I bet he has a secret club house too right?" Yamcha said meanly.
"Hey!" Shoyu said walking up to Yamcha. "He just defeated Frieza for you. And it's not like we forced you to come with us you know! Hell, we could have just sat back and let you fight him alone. Also, if I remember correctly, weren't you saying that you wanted to go home instead of facing him? What a coward!" Shoyu finished, chest heaving, and out of breath.
"Hey, we want answers!" Yamcha said. "You're probably here to hurt Goku when he arrives."
Shoyu smacked him across the face. She glared at him as she returned to Trunks' side.
Yamcha looked at the girl in shock as she perched next to the purple haired boy.
"Poor Yamcha." Bulma crooned. "Did it hurt?"
"N-No." Yamcha denied.
"Darn. You would have deserved it." Bulma said as she went to stand next to Gohan.
Shoyu leaned into Trunks. "Your mother was right on the money. He is a big jerk." She whispered softly. "She was right to leave him for your dad."
Trunks nodded. "I just wish she'd stop staring at me like that." he confided. "It's like...she likes me or something."
"Yeah, that's gotta be strange, your own mother hitting on you. Granted she is a lot younger than we've ever seen her, but still." Shoyu said.
Trunks nodded again. "How are you feeling though?" He asked her. "I mean, you're going to-"
Shoyu held up her hand, stopping his words. She had noticed that Piccolo was staring at them intently. "Crap..." she whispered.
"What?" Trunks asked, worried.
"Piccolo..." Shoyu muttered. "He can hear every word we're saying. His ears pick up things from further away than this, I can't believe I forgot..."
"I don't think he'll give us up though." Trunks said after a moment of thinking. "How about we tell him too...that way he'll know, and make it easier to break the news to the others..."
"That's a good idea." Shoyu said.
"Yeah...so...Piccolo." Trunks whispered.
A twitch of his ear let them know he was listening.
"You heard all that, right? So listen, when Goku gets here can you come with us to talk to him? It's about something very important." Trunks asked.
Piccolo nodded so slightly that no one noticed.
A few minutes later, Trunks stood and looked at the sky. "Goku should be arriving any minute now." He said.
Shoyu stood, slightly excited. The Z warriors stood as well, and watched the sky.
Soon, they felt a familiar ki, and Gohan began to jump up and down. "It's my dad! They were right! Dad's here!"
High in the sky, they saw a round pod, hurtling toward the earth. There was a ground shaking boom, and smokey dust rose in the air.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Krillin said.
Gohan took off at high speed, the others following close behind him. Trunks and Shoyu took to the air. They flew at a slower pace than the others, but were still there in a matter of seconds. Shoyu shook with anticipation, and Trunks took hold of her hand.
"It's okay." He told her. "Just breath."
"I'm fine." Shoyu replied as she fingered the bag attached to her belt. "Just fine." She tightened her grip on his hand.
This is a trial story for the moment. If it gets enough reviewers liking it, then I'll continue it. But my computer crashed, and I can't fix it, so the updates might take awhile.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
~Kiera