Chapter 7: Blue
In which he catches a glimpse of striking blue amongst the shades of gray
"Alright, now we have to report to Frieza," he spat that last word out bitterly, and climbed out of the tiny pod.
Behind his two other had landed, and from which emerged one long-haired teenager, and a flame-haired adolescent.
Nappa was the only adult in their group, and he was as sure as hell going to have to carry a lot of burden taking care of the brats.
"Damn," Radditz scoffed, and glanced back at the young prince, who had remained silent.
Both of them watched him for a reaction, and Vegeta snapped, "well? Get on with it!"
Nappa exchanged a look with Radditz, before leading the way. They weaved through multiple long corridors and mazes of hallways, before arriving at the throne room-Frieza's favorite place at the heart of the mothership.
Sighing Nappa knocked once, twice, thrice.
Nothing.
Radditz raised an eyebrow, "shush guys, I think something's going on."
...
He was successfully keeping his energy supressed and and not losing, until a very familiar ki sparked just beyond the doors which caught Trunks off guard. So did the punch, however, and the nine year old was sent flying across the throne room and left a sizable Trunks-sized dent in the metal wall.
Frieza growled-the kid was faster than given credit for, and managed to dodge quite a few punched before Frieza picked up his speed and speed him flying.
The lavender haired child gave out a quiet oof, then a thump, finally a clang as the hilt of his sword came into contact with the metallic floor.
His sword. He'd almost forgot he had it.
"Come in," Frieza hissed, and the door opened slowly. "We have returned from our purge," Nappa announced, behind him Radditz and...
...Vegeta.
Trunks's eyes widened and was about to call out-
-"Argh!' He was sent sprawling against the other wall once more, the heel of Frieza's metal-tipped boot ramming into his stomch. He really needed to work on his guard.
The bitter, coppery taste of blood filled Trunks mouth (as luck-or rather, the lack of it- so has it, it is impossible to keep your defence up when supressing your ki) and he felt something warm and sticky flow from the back of his head down his neck.
He wobbled slowly and staggered on his feet, feeling slightly light headed, unaware of all the occupants of the room watching him.
Vegeta met the child's gaze as he looked up, and the emotions and familarity that burst forth in those striking blue eyes was so warm it hurt.
