21 blinks as Frieza's energy signature is reduced to nothing. "About time." she sighs as she continues to lie on her back, tracing the figures she sees in the clouds drifting by above her with her finger.
Suddenly a hand darts into her vision, dragging her from her activity quite literally. She finds herself dangling in the air, facing Frieza's father as he has a tight grip on her collar. She frowns. "Hey old man! What's the deal?" she questions, annoyed, but not impressed.
He smirks back at her, before turning to face Trunks, who is hovering a bit away from him. "Now that I have your little friend, how about some humility? I'll strike you a deal; No harm will come to her if you back off. Hmm? No, I have something better in mind… I'd like you to join me. Take my son's place as one of your caliber deserves. If you do, I'll even promise to treat her nicely." he bargains.
21 turns her head to Trunks who just looks at the man like he's mad. You'd might expect him to be mad for manhandling his friend, but instead he can only pity the poor fool. "Really?" 21 questions in disbelief, making Trunks shrug.
With a sigh, 21 turns her head to face Frieza's father. "You people seem to make a habit of underestimating your opponent. I'd like to say, learn from your mistakes, but you won't get the chance to I'm afraid." she tells him, taking hold of his wrist and squeezing tightly.
He gasps in pain as it is crushed within her grip, making him drop her back on her feet. He looks to his now limp arm in shock, but before he has the time to scream at the pain, 21 takes hold of his armor, lifting the way taller creature off the ground as she floats upward. "Now that's not a very fun position is it?" she asks, shaking him a little.
He shakes his head a little. "N-no. I-I see your point. I-it was quite rude of me. N-now surely you know mercy miss? Please allow me to g-go." he begs her under her stern one-eyed gaze. "I-I promise I w-wont come back." he continues rather pitifully.
She smiles slightly, almost cruelly. Unbeknownst to her, Trunks swallows hard as a tinge of fear creeps to the back of his mind, seeing a little of 18 back in 21. "No. I don't bargain with those who play foul." she states, much to the horror of the alien before she tosses him away from her and quickly holding out both hands, sending a bright yellow blast after him, incinerating the King of the Frieza race in seconds.
With him gone, she straightens her clothes. "What a jerk." she mutters before turning to Trunks. "I guess that concludes that. You okay?" she asks flying up to him as he looks rather out of it.
He blinks, forcing a smile. "Yeah." he breathes, powering down back to his usual self. "And here I was planning not to lift a finger. Well damn." 21 pouts slightly trying to lighten the mood. "There is no being lazy during a fight, even if it's to someone weaker than you." Trunks tells her wisely, making her crack a smile. "And I suppose stalling is okay?" she chastises him, making him look away guiltily.
He is startled by her hand slapping on his shoulder. "We suck at winning Trunks." she laughs, making him smile widely, the uneasy feeling gone at seeing her do something that 18 could never do; Genuinely laugh, without a hint of malice behind it. Only mirth showing in her one eye. "Yeah. I guess we do kind of lack the experience don't we?" he chuckles.
"How about we say hi to our spectators Trunks? I'm rather excited to meet them. What do you say?" 21 asks him, making him nod. "Sure thing." he agrees, turning his head to a group of people floating in the air a little distance away. 21 notices that they look rather frightened. "They look at us like we're creeps." she mutters before turning to Frieza's ship and blasting it to bits. You never know, tracking devices and stuff.
Trunks decides to speak up once the dusts clears a little, trying his best to come across as someone with no ill intend. "We're heading off to a place near here to meet Goku. Would you guys like to come?" he invites them, much to their surprise.
They look doubtful, most likely trying to figure out what their connection to Goku is. "Come on! It's this way! Goku should be arriving there in a couple of hours! Follow us! Don't worry, we don't bite!" Trunks calls out. "At least I don't." he whispers so only 21 can hear, who in turn smacks him lightly in the back of the head as he snickers.
Sadly though, the fighters still seem pretty stupefied. "Let's just go. It's up to them to decide if they will follow or not." 21 suggests. Trunks looks down at her, slightly disappointed. "Yeah I guess." he mutters before looking at the others one more time before flying off with 21 in right behind him.
Trunks looks back at 21 smiling when he notices that they have decide to follow after them. She returns the gesture, knowing he's glad to be able to know the people his mom told all the stories about a little while longer.
When Trunk's gps watch is set of, they know they reached the place. Touching down on the ground, an awkward silence ensues as the motley group scrutinizes the two newcomers. Trunks looks a little uncomfortable, but otherwise fine, while 21 assesses each and everyone of them silently. She can't help but quirk a brow at younger Bulma's hair. They are a colorful bunch, she decides. Quite literally.
Trunks fishes a box of capsules out of his jacket, taking one out and activating it to reveal a mini fridge. "Look out you guys. He's up to something." one of them warns, which from the photo's showed Bulma showed 21, must be Yamcha. She smirks at the comment. She told her he was a 'doofus'.
Trunks merely ignores it and opens the fridge to take out a drink, tossing one to 21 who catches it without looking. A satisfying 'pop' and 'fiz' sound as she opens the can. Keeping eye contact with those before her as she takes a sip before smirking again. "Paranoid much." she taunts, making a few eyes narrow.
"Anyone else?" Trunks asks. "Goku is not due to arrive for two more hours. It's pretty hot and dry out here." he urges kindly before taking one for himself. Bulma was the first to lay down her guard, quickly followed by a little Gohan. 21 can't help but find the kid sized Gohan incredibly adorable. It saddens her to know what will happen to him if she and Trunks will not change the course of history.
As the drinks are being passed around, Bulma stares at Trunks out of the corner of her eyes. "Have we met? You look so familiar." she asks him suddenly, making him look slightly awkward. "Uh no. Sorry." he stammers.
"Excuse me mister, but how do you know my dad?" Gohan is next to question, as it seems to have been running around in his mind for a while. "Actually, we haven't met your dad before. We only heard about him." Trunks reveals. "Then, how do you know that he's going to arrive in this spot in two hours?" Krillin wonders, legitimately confused.
"Sadly that's a question that we cannot answer." 21 answers, looking apologetic. "Why not?" Vegeta asks suspiciously, stepping forward. "I'll tell you. Because you're up to something! Tell us now. Who are you two?" he demands, making Trunks look to the ground guiltily. "I wish we could. Sorry." he apologizes.
"When you defeated Frieza, you were a Super Saiyan, weren't you?" Gohan asks Trunks, more curious about that than a name. "Yes. Yes I was." Trunks admits to which Vegeta immediately cuts in. "That's a lie! Look my 'friend'. Kakarot, the one you call Goku and myself are the only Saiyans left. Kakarot's kid there is half Saiyan, so if you count him, that makes three of us. There is no way that you could have Saiyan blood!" he accuses, making everyone look to Trunks on his reaction. He only looks bemused.
"Yeah, but we saw him. He just defeated Frieza!" Gohan defends for Trunks. "Well I'm calling him a liar. Not a weakling." Vegeta retorts with an expression of chagrin, making Gohan look back up at Trunks before looking over at 21.
"So, are you a Saiyan too?" he asks. 21 shakes her head. "No." she simply states before Bulma pipes up. "Well you could have fooled me. You kicked ass!" she compliments excitedly. "Finally a woman who can give these guys a run for their money. Yeah!" she laughs, looking at 21 with admiration, causing her to look away shyly with a small smile. "Thanks."
It was then that Bulma made another remark. "Hey, you've got our logo on your jacket! You both do!" 21 looks at her jean jacket to see the patch on her bicep and she could just about smack herself. How stupid! Of course Bulma would recognize it.
"That's my dad's company! Do you work for us?" Bulma asks curiously. "No, not exactly. Just a fan." Trunks bluffs, making 21 nod in agreement. "Oh I see. Well tell me your names and I'll recommend you to dad." Bulma urges. 21 can't help but think it smooth of her to pry their names from them.
"We can't do that. Sorry, I know it's strange." Trunks apologizes. "Oh~. Mysterious." Bulma muses. "Are their shoe sizes a secret too?" Tien scoffs distrusting. "Yeah. Why can't I have a secret name? That's not fair. I bet you have a secret spy decoder ring too." Yamcha adds, making 21 glare at them in annoyance.
Bulma turns to them, frowning. "Knock it off you guys! You're all jealous. They just beat Frieza and his cohorts without breaking a sweat. So there." she defends the two of them. "Right." Gohan agrees.
Trunks and 21 both smile at them, recognizing the Bulma and Gohan from their time in them.