Light Of Willpower [Future Trunks x OC]

40: Future Meets Past

In the Time Machine, Niya took a moment to inspect that Trunks wore the violet jacket she gifted him for his seventeenth birthday. It fitted him well with just a black tank top underneath. She turned away to hide her blush.

Trunks didn't notice her staring as he entered the data and date for them to time travel to the Past.

The time traveling itself was a strange sensation, making Niya's stomach twist so she instinctively went to hold Trunks' arm.

Trunks blushed as she held onto him. When they arrived, he cleared his throat. "Um. We're here."

Niya opened her eyes and pulled back, blushing as well. "R-Right!"

He politely smiled and pressed a button on the side of the ship to open the top glass frame. He waited for Niya to jump out before he did. He closed the top and encased the time machine into a capsule.

Niya watched with awe. "Your Mom really explained everything, huh?"

Trunks turned to her and nodded. He took a moment to observe her.

She wore black and crimson boots, pitch black tights, a baggy crimson shirt which she tied with a small knot on the side, and a sword encased in a deep sea blue sheath on her back. The strap was a leathery brown strung across her chest. She also wore a leathery belt with a red button in the middle. On the left side of the belt, a small sheath was there, too, containing a curved dagger. Her hands wore matching leather gloves, fingerless, with exposed knuckles. The leather wrapped around her wrists. Her wavy, onyx hair settled at her waist and small, curly locks resting on her forehead. The Red Jewel continued to rest against her neck on her collar, and her Saiyan tail—which was strange seeing it grown back recently—relaxed behind her.

"So, what's next?" Niya rubbed her arm, looking around.

Trunks glanced away, realizing he was staring. "Um," he turned to his watch. "According to Mom, Frieza should have landed by now. We need to hurry."

They were in a deserted rocky terrain where the sun bit at their clothes.

Niya wiped her forehead before nodding. "I'm picking up some strong kis, but... are you sure these are them?" her Red Jewel glowed as they sensed together. The kid were not as overwhelming as she imagined. She raised a brow at Trunks.

He sensed then turned in the direction of the stronger than average kis. He too was perplexed. "This map points that way... I mean, Mom wouldn't be wrong like this would she?"

She bit her thumb. "Well, we won't know until we check it out," she gave a reassuring smile.

Trunks gave a light smile and nodded.

The two then took off in the direction of what was supposed to be Frieza and his father, King Cold.

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There Trunks and Niya stood, gazing upon the mighty Frieza and what was now confirmed as his father, the giant King Cold. Trunks sparked some arrogant conversation which Niya didn't pay attention to. Instead she stared at the mostly mechanical Frieza, studying and thinking.

So, this is who tried to kill my parents and the Saiyans, Niya thought, trying to let those words sink in. It was strange to see the tyrant in person. Her parents had told her how much they endured under Frieza's rule, and Bulma had told her about what happened on Planet Namek. He was absolutely ruthless and slaughtered without the slightest hesitation.

Although she tried to contain it, she felt her anger rising.

As if sensing the fire building inside her, Frieza turned his beady, red eyes to her. He didn't seem phased, but he was when he noticed a curious, shimmering thing around her neck.