The time machine tore through reality with a metallic whirrr, landing hard in the rocky wasteland. Smoke hissed from the vents as the door creaked open. Trunks stepped out, brushing off dust, the air thick with something familiar.
A chill ran down his spine. That ki,It was massive. And dark.
"This isn't the right time as cannon is it?" he muttered. His stomach sank. He could feel it, the timeline had shifted. Somewhere, something went off course.
Then he sensed it again a towering, sinister energy on Earth's surface.
He sensed two distinct ki.
According to timeline it should be freiza, it seems he arrived late. was it due to a butterfly event or because he arrived earlier than cannon.
Trunks' eyes narrowed. "It seems I have to kill him, just like in cannon."
Without wasting a second, he launched into the sky, the wind tearing against his face as he rocketed toward the source. He broke the sound barrier twice before twenty seconds had even passed. The closer he got, the heavier the air felt, thick with killing intent.
And then he saw it.
Down below, chaos reigned. Freiza's army was being obliterated ,energy blasts, explosions, smoke everywhere. Gohan, Piccolo, and the other Z Fighters were in the middle of the brawl. Vegeta was front and center, pink shirt and all, going toe-to-toe with Freiza himself.
Trunks stopped midair, blinking in disbelief. "He's wearing a pink shirt? What the hell, Dad?"
Trunks forgot some minor events from the series this being one of them.
His arrival didn't go unnoticed. The air rippled with his aura massive, untamed, and very obviously Saiyan. Everyone turned to look.
Vegeta's jaw tightened. Freiza froze mid-smirk. Even Gohan blinked, confused.
Trunks floated down slowly, his lavender hair brushing against the wind, the brown tail at his waist flicking lazily. He didn't even bother hiding his power. Let them feel it.
For a split second, no one spoke.
Vegeta's eyes widened first in shock, then something sharper. Another Saiyan? His pride burned instantly. "What another one?!"
He clenched his fists. The idea of another Saiyan as strong no, stronger than him made his blood boil. First Kakarot, now this brat? At least he's not a Super Saiyan. I can catch up to him sooner or later.
Freiza, meanwhile, was smirking though the twitch in his eye betrayed the irritation bubbling underneath. "How fascinating another little monkey survived. Your kind truly is like a bad rash."
Trunks landed lightly on the ground, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah. You talk too much." His tone was casual, almost bored, but his eyes stayed locked on Freiza.
Before Freiza could retort, Vegeta took advantage of the distraction, firing a massive energy wave straight into his chest. The blast sent Freiza stumbling backward, his smirk replaced with fury.
"You dare filthy monkey!" Freiza snarled, launching a barrage of energy beams back at Vegeta. The sky turned white from the exchange.
Piccolo swooped in, intercepting several blasts aimed at Gohan, his aura flaring green and gold. "Tch always making messes," he muttered, countering with a Ki Burst. But his attack was stopped midair by something big.
King Cold stepped in, towering and calm, his massive tail slicing through the air. His fist crashed into Piccolo's guard, forcing the Namekian back.
"Impressive," King Cold rumbled. "But you're no match for me."
"Guess we'll find out," Piccolo shot back, eyes narrowing.
As chaos spread again, the other Z Fighters joined in, pushing against Cold's forces. Trunks watched quietly at first, gauging each fighter's strength. Gohan's ki was steady and powerful. Piccolo was sharp and precise. Vegeta, despite his pride, was clearly struggling to keep up with Freiza's cruel precision.
So this is what they were like back then. they all improved a lot in the future probably due to training in the other world
Then he saw it,a brief opening.
Vegeta was on one knee, Freiza laughing as he powered up a death beam.
"its time die you fucking monkey" Freiza raised his death beam to vegeta.
Trunks didn't hesitate. His aura erupted in golden light, his hair flashing into its iconic Super Saiyan gold. The ground cracked beneath him as his power spiked.
Freiza barely had time to turn before Trunks appeared in front of him, faster than lightning.
"Hey, lizard face," Trunks said with a smirk, "try this on for size."
He spun midair and drove a kick straight into Freiza's chest. The impact echoed across the battlefield like thunder.
Freiza went flying.
He crashed through a mountain in the distance, the explosion lighting up the sky.
Everyone stood frozen for a heartbeat.
Vegeta's mouth hung open, disbelief written all over his face. Gohan's eyes were wide. Piccolo blinked. Even King Cold's calm expression faltered slightly.
And Trunks? He stood there, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket, tail flicking lazily behind him. "Huh. Guess I overdid it a little."
The air hummed with silence, broken only by the crackling remains of energy in the distance.
Vegeta clenched his jaw. His pride stung worse than any punch. That bastard is a super saiyan too.
Freiza's muffled scream echoed through the mountains