The Cell Games were drawing near back on Earth. It'd only been a few days since Cell announced his little tournament that staked the fate of the planet and those with the confidence and strength to take him on were doing their best to reach new levels of strength so that they could defeat the devious android.
Two of the world's strongest fighters were sparring in one of the planet's many desolate areas, this one about fifty kilometers south of West City. Father and son were shooting through the air like missiles set to collide with each other, exchanging blows that shook the entire canyon they were fighting in. Their hair was a bright golden color and seemed to defy gravity, the father's standing straight up on end, revealing his widow's peak, while the son's was more chaotic and spiked up in nearly every direction, though near the front it was parted down the middle.
To the
naked eye this training match seemed like a battle of titans. Neiter
of them was giving an inch and had there been any on-lookers, they
might have been wondering why two godlike men wearing the same
uniform were beating down on each other so much.
For the two
Super Saiyans though, this was nothing more than a simple warm-up.
"Trunks! Stop being afraid of hitting me with all you've got! If you show Cell that kind of weakness he will kill you for it!" Vegeta frowned, his teeth clenched. He wasn't planning on letting his son fight Cell at all, as the Saiyan Prince had already decided when the Cell Games were announced that he would be the one to crush the android.
The real reason Vegeta was so eager to push Trunks into fighting him full-strength, was that Trunks was the only viable option for a sparring match. He'd die before asking Kakarot to help him train and Kakarot's son was weaker than his own child by far.
However, much to his chagrin it seemed that Trunks was too much of a coward to attack his father at full strength. Ofcourse Vegeta knew that this was because of Trunks' nature and his desire to spend time with the father he never had the chance of growing up with. Unfortunately with the prince's pride came a great deal of paranoia. Before he could stop himself, the thought had already been unleashed into his brain. 'Maybe he's not scared of attacking me, but worried that if he does, he'll hurt me...?'
He clenched his fists so tightly the veins on his hands bulged and became visible even though he wore gloves. Vegeta's muscles swelled and grew bigger as his power level skyrocketed. "This is your last warning, boy! If you don't start using your true power now, I'll kill you!" The expression on his son's face was of shock and disbelief. It seemed Trunks refused to believe his own father would be so coldhearted. "Fine then!" Vegeta threw back his right hand as his battle aura started to intensify and swirl around it, forming a powerful ball of energy. "Maybe this will wake you up!" Vegeta threw the energy blast at Trunks, aiming for his torso. Trunks, who had up until then been only using roughly half of his power, could tell that it was too powerful for him to block without powering up. Quickly bringing his arms to his side, his fists clenched, a deafening kiai escaped his mouth, followed by an extremely rapid increase in Trunks' power. Using his full power, Trunks charged chi energy into his hands and deflected the attack.
Smoke fumed from his gloves as the heat caused the edges around his fingers to burn away. Trunks glared up at his father. He hadn't been holding back at all.
He wanted to yell at his father for apparently trying to kill him, but the last thing he wanted was for his father to consider him unfit for training. Instead he decided to give him what he wanted. In a burst of speed Trunks dashed towards his father, leaving a multitude of afterimages. He'd been training to increase his speed as much as possible while in his "ultra" mode. The progress hadn't been much, but Trunks could tell he was going faster than when he faced Cell.
His father, meanwhile, had seen Trunks coming. "A direct head-on attack? Who taught you such a predictable move? Kakarot's boy?!" Vegeta smirked as he disappeared before his son's very eyes, only to appear behind him almost instantly. "You rely too much on strength, son!" The prince suddenly stopped. He had a sensation of deja vu. But why? Vegeta was sure of it now. He'd said those exact same words to someone else... Someone from his childhood... ...But who?
Trunks, who'd sensed his father appearing behind him, wasn't aware of his father's flashback and considered the situation to be an opening for him to strike. Surely this was a lesson from his father to teach him not to show mercy or proper etiquette in combat. Turning around quickly, he stretched his leg and brought it into a trajectory that would soon collide with his father's noble head. Trunks felt his Saiyan blood rise up in him, finally getting a little excited about fighting, and increased the speed of his kick to its highest possible level. Within a microsecond his shin made contact with Vegeta's cheek. The result was surprising to all.
Trunks, who had expected his father to block or avoid the attack, was horrified to his father being launched into a rock wall. The prince crashlanded, breaking through several dozens of meters of solid rock before the whole formation collapsed on top of him.
Vegeta, who was still lost in thought and had finally been able to picture the person he'd said those words to, was equally surprised by the harsh pull back into reality. He'd let his guard down completely and as he tried to regain his composure before breaking free from under the rocks he wasn't sure which hurt more: his cheek, which felt like it had been tenderized with a piledriver or his pride for having allowed his son, who by all standards is an inferior fighter, the oppurtunity to catch him off-guard in the middle of a battle!
The prince growled as he created a barrier around himself and expanded it rapidly, pushing the rocks aside to free himself. His son definitely was going to pay for this humiliation during the rest of their training...