The battlefield burned in silence. Craters stretched for miles, smoke rising from the ruins of Frieza's army. The wind howled softly, brushing against Trunks's golden aura as it flared around him, bright enough to make the shadows dance.
Frieza floated a few feet back, his grin gone, replaced by an expression of raw hatred. King Cold hovered beside him, his massive frame hunched and bleeding where his arm once was, clutching the stump with gritted teeth.
"Y-you little filthy monkey," King Cold growled. "You're courting death"
{AN: I really wanted to use that sentence}
Trunks didn't let him finish. His form blurred, vanishing into thin air.
King Cold's eyes widened. "He disappeared!"
Then, a golden flash. Trunks appeared right in front of him, sword drawn back, the blade humming with condensed ki.
"Let's end this."
He slashed, fast, precise, merciless. But Frieza lunged in with a scream, catching the blade's edge between two fingers at the last second. Sparks exploded as metal scraped against his mechanical skin.
Then, proceeding to slice off some pieces of flesh from Frieza.
Trunks smirked. "Nice catch."
He twisted his wrist. Ki flared through the sword like lightning, shocking Frieza's hand and forcing him to recoil. Trunks ducked low, spinning on his heel and driving a kick into Frieza's stomach. The impact sent the tyrant crashing into the dirt, creating a massive crater that split the ground.
King Cold took the opportunity to charge up a bright pink energy ball between his tusks, roaring as he fired it straight from his mouth, a mouth blast, fast and blinding.
The explosion swallowed Trunks whole.
Vegeta, watching from afar, tensed. "Tch. Idiot, he let his guard down!"
The blast burned across the field, tearing apart the landscape in a blinding column of light. Cold laughed, voice booming, "So much for your golden brat!"
But then. silence.
A faint breeze passed through the smoke, pushing the dust away. King Cold squinted into the haze and then froze.
Trunks stood behind him. Sword sheathed. Calm. Golden hair flickering like flame.
Cold blinked, confused. "What!"
His world turned upside down.
Literally.
His head slipped cleanly off his shoulders before he even felt the pain. A faint gasp left his lips as his body crumpled. His last sight was Trunks standing tall, eyes cold, aura glowing like sunlight over a grave.
"Too slow," Trunks said softly.
Frieza screamed. "FATHER!!!" His power exploded, cracking the ground. The sky darkened as his energy condensed into a massive sphere above his heada, a blazing sun of pure destruction. The Supernova freiza's signature move.
"Let's see you block this!" Frieza shouted, his voice trembling between rage and desperation. The energy ball descended, a miniature star tearing through the air.
If he dodged, the Earth would be blown up.
Trunks sneered in contempt at Freiza.
He brought his hand forward, gathering his ki in a single point, golden energy forming in his palm. The air around him distorted from the pressure.
"Masenko!"
His aura flared violently, sand and debris spiraling upward. "HAAA!"
He fired a one-handed masenko
The golden beam shot forward, colliding head-on with the descending Supernova. The impact was deafening, a roar of colliding energy that split the heavens. The shockwave flattened mountains miles away.
For a moment, it was deadlocked.
Frieza laughed through the storm. "You can't hold it forever! I'll burn this whole planet with you on it!"
He didn't realize that Trunks was effortlessly holding it back with a casual one-handed energy beam, because the supernova obscured his vision.
Trunks gritted his teeth, muscles shaking. "Yeah? Guess you should train ki control."
His tail bristled. His aura spiked higher. The Masenko beam turned from gold to brilliant white, crackling with threads of red lightning. Slowly, the Supernova began to push back toward Frieza.
Frieza's grin faltered. "What?! No!"
Frieza poured in more power, veins bulging, but it was no use. Trunks roared, voice echoing across the battlefield. "Your time is up, Freiza, go to hell!"
His ki surged like a storm unleashed.
The Supernova collapsed inward, then exploded backward, slamming into Frieza with full force.
"NOOOOO!"
The explosion consumed him completely, the light so bright even Vegeta shielded his eyes. When the blast faded, all that remained was a crater the size of a city. No trace of Frieza. No trace of his father.
Only silence.
Trunks stood at the center, panting, lowering his arm slowly. His aura flickered before fading completely, leaving him in his base form, sweat dripping down his forehead.
He exhaled, shoulders relaxing. "Damn, that was exciting."
The wind picked up, blowing his lavender hair across his face. For a brief moment, he looked at the black sword at his side, still faintly glowing from the fight.
"Guess that's one way to speedrun history."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head.
On the ridge, Vegeta stared with trembling fists, "I will become a Super Saiyan, no matter what it takes."