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Trunks watched the ship from a hundred metres away. There was no movement for an entire hour, which meant he had not left his position yet.
Behind him Trunks felt the twins' presence. Initially he was too caught up in the arrival of the new ship to notice, but after a while the androids made themselves known-by of course, sibling rivalry.
"-all your fault!"
"My fault? If it wasn't for you I would have-"
Trunks blocked them out. A waste of time, he concluded. As long as they weren't here to distract him, they were fine. The priority was now the extra-terrestrial visitor, and whether he was friend or foe.
The ship's hatch opened. On the ramp stood two figures, one towering over the other. Trunks pursed his lips, the larger one's ki was incredible! Please be a friend, please be a friend...
"-Father, we should track him down," the smaller one growled.
"Now, Frieza, be patient... They will come to us."
Frieza?! Trunks's eyes widened. I thought Goku defeated him years ago?! And the other guy, Frieza's dad... Sheesh. Well. There goes the rest of the human population...
Trunks narrowed his eyes. Oh well, let's go greet the guests.
18 cocked an eyebrow when Trunks moved, and stood to follow. She didn't turn back, but she knew 17 was not far.
"Hey! You're Frieza, right?"
Frieza turned. "Looks like my reputation has reached a backwater planet such as this mudball." The cyborg-icejin sneered. "Why are you here?" Trunks asked. The tyrant crossed his arms. "Bring out the one you call Goku," he spat the name with obvious disgust.
Trunks resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Really? After all these years, all he wants is petty revenge? I don't have time for this.
"Goku's not here." Trunks replied. He watched as Frieza grew red. "What?! What do you mean he's not here?! Where is he?! Bring him out at once, or I will destroy every living creature on this planet!"
"Look, he's not here, so just go crawl under a rock or something..." Trunks commented with his father's sarcasm. This made Frieza erupt in electric fizzes from his mechanical body. "You insolent brat! Do you not know who I am?!"
Trunks smirked. "Do you not know who I am?"
17 rolled his eyes. "Purple seems awfully smug for someone who got his butt kicked less than 24 hours ago."
"His hair's lavender." 18 casually threw a reply over her shoulder, not really paying attention. 17 raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"You are nothing but the dirt under my feet!" Frieza yelled, enraged. Trunks smirked wider, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Oh, right, I forgot. You don't know me, you know my father." He dropped his smirk, and his eyes glazed over, his hair flashed gold.
"You will pay for what you did to him!"
The sudden change in attitude, admittedly, shocked 18. She tried not to show it though. Crossing her arms she sat on the rock, watching. Her eyes widened a fraction when she saw Trunks on the brink of super saiyajin, but soon returned to their normal, emotionless state.
She heard 17 chuckle, and resisted the urge to wring his neck.
Frieza's eyes widened. "S-super… S-Sai-" He never got the words out. Trunks had a hand wrapped around his throat, and a newfound rage overtook the demi-saiyajin. He started pounding the soon to be ex-tyrant ferociously, ripping the mechanical parts which were merged with skin, and then tearing the flesh itself, mutilating the lord. Frieza, who had somewhere in between overcame his initial shock, tried to fight back.
Keyword: Tried.
It was not just blind rage, Trunks had some sort of control in himself. He had not learnt to control the super saiyajin transformation yet-but just seeing Frieza brought back the stories of his father's childhood and sufferings, and that was the trigger. Power surged through him, driving the saiyajin to the brink of madness, but there was one thing Trunks was good at-power of the mind over the body.
He was the son of a scientist, and of a warrior. From birth his father had started honing him to be a fighter. Not just any fighter-a strategist, one who knew that there was more than brute strength, who could fight his way out of any tight situation. And his mother, Earth's smartest woman-built up his brain power. Mothers nurture, Fathers build up. At the age of one he was-how did Bulma put it?-destroying household items with a strategy.
And so the first thing Trunks did, in his seemingly mindless state, was to fry Frieza's circuitry.
He could breathe. He could think. He could, of course, feel pain. But the one thing Frieza could not do, courtesy of Trunks, was move.
"Hey Frieza, you still wanna meet Goku?" Trunks taunted. Frieza glared at him, unable to speak.
"I'll take that as a yes, then." Trunks cocked his head to the side in amusement. "Before that, you wanna know who my Dad is?" More glaring.
Trunks threw his head back and laughed, and then glared back. "If you must know, I am Trunks Briefs, son of Bulma Briefs and Prince Vegeta, heir to the Vegetasian throne." He smirked, looking identical to Vegeta. Frieza's eyes widened.
"Now I'll take you to meet Goku-In the Otherworld."
And it was over as suddenly as it begun. Frieza disintegrated.
Trunks stood there, panting slightly, arm outstretched where he had just dealt a fatal ki blast and wiped Frieza off the face of the universe.
King Cold, up till now, was leaning at the side of his massive ship watching his son's demise. Crossing his arms, the giant being stalked towards Trunks
"Well. Seems like you just blew up my son." He gave a sadistic laugh. "After all these years I never thought he would die on Earth. Back from where that saiyajin fool spared him a second time, he vowed never to die at the hands of another monkey, and now see what happened? I told him it would be easier blowing up this planet from outer space but that brat never listens."
Trunks said nothing.
King Cold sighed, "are you really the son of Vegeta? Well your father was always one of Frieza's favorite pets...not very obedient but still fun to...play with." He let the words roll of his tongue in sick delight.
Trunks narrowed his eyes.
"Not the talkative type, are you? Well, as you know I am far stronger than my son… how about this, you join me, and we blow up this planet together? I admire someone with the strength and bravery to take down Frieza. You get to take over his throne, and rule a vast empire!" King Cold offered.
Trunks growled. "I'll take my chances with the androids."
17 scoffed. 18 stiffened, but forced herself to relax. She felt oddly uncomfortable at his words.
"Androids? I have no idea… anyway, are you sure? To have millions worshipping the ground you walk on-"
Trunks settled into a fighting stance. King Cold rolled his eyes. "Alright then. Be that way." The two charged at each other.
Trunks and King Cold traded blows. When the former landed a punch, the latter scored a kick-Trunks growled, he had not mastered the super saiyajin form yet! He had achieved the transformation at like-what, two days ago? He could not transform at will, let alone harness it's power efficiently. Currently they were at a stalemate. But one wrong move on Trunks's part meant certain death.
King Cold laughed. "Something wrong, brat?" He swiped at Trunks with his massive tail, catching him off balance momentarily Trunks did a backflip in the air, pausing to catch his breath. King Cold smirked at his opponent. "Good, I admit. For a child."
Trunks growled again. He gave a battle cry and swung his fist at the King, who grabbed his wrist. He twisted hard on it, causing Trunks to cry out in agony.
"You saiyajins. All bark and no bite..." King Cold taunted. His tail whipped the demi-saiyajin hard, making the boy scream once more. Trunks gritted his teeth and flared his gold aura, trying to break free.
King Cold released the boy. Trunks staggered backwards, his left arm hung at an awkward angle and his right wrist was snapped. He panted heavily-
King Cold was right, his power surpassed his son many times. He was hard to beat-no, he was impossible to beat. At his current state Trunks could not handle Frieza a second time, let alone defeat his stronger father.
The tyrant smirked. "Not so tough after all, eh?" Trunks ignored the pain in his fractured arm and charged again. King Cold laughed as he dodged a kick, his attacks were sloppy now that he couldn't use his arms. He grabbed the teen by his hair with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
A blood-curdling scream echoed across the valley. 18 winced and she heard the crunching of bones. She felt her brother come up to her. "Nothing sounds better than hearing your enemies' bones break, eh sis?" The female android felt like retching. "Just... shut up, 17."
Trunks dug a trench in the ground. HE tried to stand, but his broken leg buckled underneath him. He clenched his fists and tried to endure the pain-but fell once more. "Damn it..." he snarled, staring at the ground in disgust. "Dang!"
"Never lose sight of your enemy." Vegeta's voice rang in his head, and Trunks realised his fatal mistake. The last thing Trunks saw was King Cold's stupid smirk.
18 gasped as Trunks's hair turned back to lavender. It flickered gold for a while but then turned limp. She stood up abruptly, but stopped when she heard the raspy laugh of her brother. She stood there for a while, eyes narrowed-and saw King Cold raise his hand to deal the final blast.
King Cold decided to finish the kid off. Yes, a wise decision on his part, a mistake that he would not make. He raised his hand, and saw the glow of a ki blast at his palm. He laughed-how easy the brats fall-and fired.
What he did not count on, however, was a feisty blonde swatting his blast away like it was nothing.
"And who would you be, beautiful?" He asked. The blonde smirked, and for the first time King Cold noticed a black-haired boy perched on a rock close by, looking bored. Was he always there?
He turned back to the blonde, who gave him an indifferent expression. "Your worst nightmare," she answered.
