Chapter 3: The Being Exposed
The ship was cold; it was made
to make the master comfortable. The
messenger walked across the wide halls, only the shielded openings to the outer
reaches of space gave them distinction. He arrived to the tall, metal doors that lead into the master's chamber
where he was trying his hardest to prolong the effects of the mutated virus he
had come down with while on earth. As
the doors opened, the messenger could see his master standing to the shielded
opening into space, just gazing out.
"Yes," a deep voice from the
being said, "what is it, Nasula?"
"Uh. My lord, the earth bounty hunter has just been killed according
to the sensor logs from his ship."
"How long ago?"
"Six hours, my lord."
"Hmmm. And my bounty hunters?"
"Well, it seems two of them have
joined forces, and the last is ahead of them on his way to earth. His ship cloaked about four hours ago."
"Then change course to earth."
"But, my lord, your condition."
"I may be dying of a virus, but
I can still fight. If the bounty
hunters wear the Saiyan down, I can attack him while he's weak and surely
win. Then, I can proceed to find the
Dragon Balls myself; I don't thinks those brainless bounty hunters are going to
find them in time."
"Very well, Master. Uh, may I speck candidly, sire?"
"Go ahead. I'm not as heartless as Frieza."
"Why do you want the Saiyan's
head? Wouldn't be easier to destroy
him?"
"You're missing the point,
Nasula. Goku was responsible for
getting Frieza cut in half, which lead to his need for cybernetic
attachments. I want to do the same to
this Saiyan, except he will be beyond what cybernetics can do. And, I'll have a testament to avenge the
death of Frieza in my trophy room."
"Now I see the logic. I'll direct the pilot to change course
immediately, sire."
"Good, and have the
professionals ready. I want to have
that Saiyan's head preserved as soon as I chop it off."
"Very well. I'll have it as you will…Lord Cooler."
"Mmmm. This stuff mom made is good."
Trunks was sitting in the grass
of a wide, open field, away form any innocent people eating the snacks that his
mother made for him. The last thing he,
or anyone on earth, needed was more people dying with the earth's population
just getting back to the way it was before the androids. The food that he was eating was designed by
Bulma to give him energy that would last a Saiyan a day,
"So, that's the one the bossk
wants." Immediately, Trunks went Super
Saiyan as he located the voices behind him.
Turning
around, he saw two alien cyborgs floating in the air. One had two mechanical arms that came out of his biological arms;
the other had four that came from his back. Each mechanical arm looked like it housed a deadly tool.
"So, you're the over-rated
bounty hunter I keep hearing about," Trunks said calmly.
"Name's Ulu," the one the four
cybernetic arms said, "and this is 'me partner, Zurta. Our bossk want your head, and we aim to give
it to 'm."
"And we don't abide by the rules
he gave us," Zurta said as one of his mechanical arms reviled a circular saw
device.
"So, we ain't afraid to do it
here and now."
"Too bad you won't have a chance
to show off that bravery," Trunks responded, "but to make it fair, I'll give
you each one chance to try it anyway."
The two bounty hunters looked at
Trunks confused. They looked at each
other and nodded.
"Ok," they both said in unison.
"But, I'm only giving you one
try," Trunks smiled, "And then you're dead."
"Do it, Zurta. Cut 'm down to size."
The alien again reviled his saw
device and took some practice swings.
"Want to get it done the first
time around."
Finally, he stepped up to Trunks
and aimed for his neck. The saw made
contact and broke. The stunned bounty
hunter stood frozen in fear.
"That's impossible. Nothn' can stand up to 'm blade."
Trunks smiled and grabbed the
mechanical arms. With a mighty tug,
they ripped away from the biological arms. Zurta started to run, but Trunks grabbed the alien's head and twisted
it, resulting in a snap. The dead
bounty hunter fell to the ground. Ulu
looked at the body of his deceased partner, then at a smiling Trunks.
"Do you really want to try now?"
Trunks asked with a hesitant look on his face.
Angered with the death of his
partner, Ulu's four cybernetic arms reviled other cutting devices. He charged full force towards Trunks, but
the Super Saiyan just phased out of sight. Ulu stopped in his tracks confused, looking for the elusive Saiyan. Then, he felt his mechanical arms twisting
together. He turned and there was
Trunks, raveling his cybernetic arms in a knot. A kick to the posterior, and the bounty hunter was down for the
count. Finally, Trunks fired an energy
blast that made the alien explode in a mess of biological and mechanical
pieces.
"Ok. That's three down, one to go."
"Bravo, Trunks," a voice said,
"but this is one game you won't win."