Doore chuckled as he swung the half-saiyan brat around. This must be the son of Freeza's killer. He had obviously inherited none of the old man's strength!
"Look-ee here, Neiz. I got myself a little pet" the alien chuckled, knowing that the kid was immobilized due to his tail being grabbed. Neiz tittered in response, poking the unconscious body of a monk with his foot.
"Tee-hee, whatcha gonna do with it? Give it to your mother?" the red creature said, letting out annoying little giggles periodically. Doore opened his mouth to reply, but did not speak. Neiz blinked at this display, his chuckling quieting down. "Err, Doore? You alright?" the frog-like soldier asked, shifting on his feet nervously.
"H-help me..." Doore managed to gurgle before falling forward, dropping the brat as he did so. Neiz instantly recoiled, his eyes widening in terror. His weak hope of this being a joke was shot down as he saw the blood dripping from a gash that had ran down Doore's spine. Had he been smarter, he might have appreciated the how the user of the blade had avoided most of the bones. Still though, Neiz instinctively leaped into the air with a cry when he felt a hand upon his shoulder.
"Neiz! What happened here?!" Salza cried, struggling to formulate words to describe the situation. He knew that the Saiyan had killed Freeza...but this wasn't a Saiyan's style. Was this an Earthling trying to take action? Salza flicked his hand to the side, igniting it with ki and forming his Salza blade as a precaution.
"I-i don't know. One second we were talking, the next, boom!" Neiz wailed, his large eyes flitting about wildly to try and catch sight of Doore's killer.
"That doesn't just hap-NEIZ, LOOK OUT!" Salza shrieked, seeing a shadow come up behind his compatriot. Neiz whipped around with a shriek, his body charging up with electricity to try and ward off his assailant. His turn was interrupted by a hand at his throat.
"What is going on here?" Cooler asked, clenching his fist callously around his soldier's throat. "I hope there is a good answer Salza, for Neiz's sake" Cooler growled, tightening his grip even more and causing Neiz to make a sound like a punctured tire.
"Don't ask him. Ask me" a voice declared. Cooler turned around, dropping Neiz like a sack of bricks and finally letting the red soldier breathe. The voice belonged to a youth with purple hair, clad in a jacket. He had a sword strapped to his back and a deadly look in his eyes. "You might not be Freeza, but you're here to do the same thing. That much I can tell from what your man was doing to Gohan" the youth continued, briefly gazing at Doore's corpse. Gohan was gone, along with Krillin. Good, now he could unload without fear of them being used as hostages.
"You're saying you killed my men and my brother? A simple Earthling? Feh. That's a bluff" Cooler sneered, levitating backwards with his arms crossed to a position behind his men. Salza and Neiz looked a bit less confident than their lord and turned their heads towards their master, unsure if they were really meant to fight this boy. Cooler's eyes narrowed as he saw the fear his soldiers had. "Well? What are you waiting for?! I command you to att-" the tyrant started before the boy zoomed forward. The instant that the royal had moved his focus from the youth, the youth had lunged forward, slamming the butt of his sword into Cooler's nose with a sharp crack. The Arcosian let out a howl, clutching at his face and surely broken nose as dark blood streamed through his fingers.
"My lord!" Salza instantly wailed, moving to his master's side only slightly ahead of Neiz. His attempts to comfort Cooler were met with shoves and pushes, the Arcosian's red eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets in an uncontrollable rage.
"I won't give you another warning. Take your men and get off this planet, or I'll do much worse" the boy warned, lowering his sword so it was at his side. "You don't want to make another Saiyan mad at your family, even if he is only half-Saiyan"
"You little upstart..." Cooler growled, taking his hand from his face to reveal that the strike had permanently damaged his visage. Suddenly, the tyrant smiled, blood streaming down towards his teeth. "I take it you killed Freeza then, Saiyan? I can see how you did it"
"No, I can't take credit for that. That was Goku. He should have been here to defeat Freeza again, but instead only you're here. So I suppose I'll have to take the reins on this one" the half-Saiyan admitted, wiping Cooler's blood from the handle of his weapon.
"Hehe, what a charming youngster. Well then, surely you can at least give me your name before I leave?" Cooler chuckled, oddly composed for a man who had been fuming and snarling a few seconds ago.
"Trunks" the youth replied, moving one leg back to prepare himself to spring. Something was wrong here. His opponent shouldn't be smiling.
"Trunks. Well then, I'll make sure to remember that...for your grave!" Cooler roared, his ki suddenly ballooning grotesquely. His body followed short suit, his chest exploding outward as winds whipped around him.
"Neiz, we must leave!" Salza quickly spoke to his partner, jetting into the sky. He would not be crossfire in this battle. Neiz needed no further encouragement and the two soldiers landed on a nearby cliff, ready to watch for their lord's victory. He couldn't lose if transformed, could he?
Meanwhile, Cooler had grown several feet, the bony plates on his head extending out and forming a horned crown upon his head. More spikes shot out from his ankles and lower arms. All throughout, Trunks remained still. He would not be afraid of someone like this. After all, he had his own transformation to fall back on. With a bang, Cooler finished his transformation, a white mask covering his ruined face as the final touch. The Arcosian now stood far taller than Trunks, his tail flicking behind him.
"Are you done?" Trunks asked, smirking slightly. He'd be able to do this, no doubt. This guy was nothing compared to the Androids. Cooler was not deflated in the slightest and zoomed forward, slamming his fist into Trunks's torso. Cooler stopped dead, Trunks did not. The half-Saiyan was sent rocketing into a hill, leaving only a hole in the earth to mark his presence.
"Did you think someone like you could mock me?!" Cooler bellowed, not caring that his foe might not hear him. "I am the master of death! You cannot even think to fight me!" Cooler continued, oblivious to the golden ki growing inside of the hill. Beams of light shot out from the hill as if to put a period on the Arcosian's words, cutting off Cooler's next boast. "What are you doing?" Cooler sputtered, looking down at the hill as a blinding aura erupted from it, completely destroying the hill. Rising from the rubble was Trunks, scuffed up and bruised, but looking very much alive. More importantly, his hair was golden now as was his aura. Cooler was at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "What...But...How...?" Cooler got out, unable to continue his crowing.
"I seem to have you at a loss for words. I imagine Freeza felt the same way when he first saw a Super Saiyan" Trunks chuckled, bouncing his sword from hand to hand in a casual way. "You're not so different from him, you know?"
"H-how dare you compare me to that brat?!" Cooler roared, finally getting over his sudden muteness. "I am Lord Cooler! My little brother could never achieve this transformation!" Cooler screamed, lighting up with a dark purple aura and flying forth, his fists held out. Rage clouded his judgement and made him sloppy, his guard noticeably loser than usual. He swung out with a right hook, letting out a rumble akin to an enraged animal. Trunks had seen the attack coming ages ago, so telegraphed was the punch. The hybrid ducked his head under the blow, slicing downward with his sword at the same time. The blade left a red line down Cooler's right thigh, causing the tyrant to suddenly gaze down, even more incensed at being humiliated in his fifth form. Cooler swung out with his left leg, hoping to catch the youth with a knee.
"Maybe not, but it seems like you're just as unskilled" Trunks taunted, deflecting the knee strike away from his body using the flat of his blade. The youth fluidly spun about, driving an axe kick into the area between Cooler's armored back and his pelvis. Cooler cried out, staggering forward in the air from the strike. The strike had hit home to his tripe and he could barely move his back without fiery pain coursing through it. Even so, he was not beaten. He swung his tail, aiming to smash the boy against his back. But his rage and pain clouded mind had miscalculated and his tail merely slammed against the welt left by the boy's boot, causing Cooler even further anguish.
"Impudent rat..." Cooler managed to groan out, straightening himself out with an enormous amount of effort. "You cannot talk to me in this manner...I will not be mocked" Cooler grunted, raising a hand to the air. Trunks's eyes immediately widened. No, he couldn't let Cooler do this! Cooler was about to make a joke at the planet's expense before creating a Supernova and flinging it at the planet. Unfortunately for him, he was not allowed to do so.
"I won't let you!" Trunks cried out, rushing forward and slashing upward with his sword, tearing open Cooler's arm as if it had been filleted. With the nerves and muscle slashed, Cooler's arm instantly fell. Cooler gave an unholy squeal of agony, holding his wounded arm as if it would staunch the pain. As he did so, Trunks seamlessly transitioned into a vicious straight kick to Cooler's already wounded arm. Cooler's good arm recoiled, the Arcosian fighting the urge to vomit as his wounded limb was ruthlessly assaulted. Moving his sword into position, Trunks slashed down the other side of Cooler's arm, exposing the bone to the air. "You won't hurt anyone else!" Trunks cried out, wrapping his arms around Cooler's ruined arm and bracing his legs against Cooler's chest.
"No, no!" Cooler screamed as Trunks began to pull on his mangled limb. With the muscles destroyed, there was only so much the ligaments and tendons could do to keep themselves together as the hybrid pulled at them. There was a sickening series of pops, followed by a primal roar of exertion as Trunks yanked one final time, taking Cooler's arm with him. The tyrant reeled back, letting out a series of piteous cries and clutching at his jagged and torn stump. Trunks tossed Cooler's arm to the air, determination burning in his eyes. Cooler had almost destroyed the planet. This was enough playing around, time to finish this.
"You're finished!" Trunks announced, stabbing his blade into Cooler's stump, pinning Cooler's hand to the spot at the same time. Cooler continued letting out agonized cries, barely able to float in the air at this point. He tried to raise his knee up to hit Trunks, but it wouldn't respond. The tendons in his right leg had been sliced when Trunks cut it and rendered it useless to Cooler. Trunks changed position, pulling on his sword from in front of Cooler's chest to try and crank it out of Cooler. Cooler coughed up blood into his mask as Trunks levered his sword with a mighty pull, turning the sword 90 degrees and causing the point to erupt out of Cooler's back. Trunks yanked his blade out, satisfied with having almost cleaved the tyrant in half. The armor had been tough to break through, but it was necessary to go for extreme overkill. Arcosians would survive everything save for extreme overkill. Trunks jammed his hand into the wound, grabbing Cooler's black heart in his hand. Cooler had stopped screaming, but it was only due to the lack of lungs. Without anymore ceremony, Trunks's hand glowed yellow, a blinding light coming from the gaping wound in Cooler's chest. An instant later, the ki blast detonated, blowing away Cooler's upper half in an instant. The tyrant's twitching lower body hadn't even begun to fall to the ground before Trunks fired a second golden ki blast at it, obliterating it as well. Cooler was gone for good now.
"Now...to wait for Goku" Trunks muttered, taking out a towel from inside his jacket and beginning to clean himself off. It wouldn't do to look like a murderer in front of Goku.
Meanwhile, from their position atop the cliff, Neiz and Salza's jaws had yet to come off the floor.
"...Neiz? I think we are out of a job"
A/N: More requests!