Bringer of Death

Cold Saga - Part 3: Bait

Cold Saga - Part 3: Bait 

"So, you must be King Cold. I've been waiting a long time to meet you face to face," said Trunks. 

Most of Cold's guards began backing away, cowed by the slaughter of their comrade. But not all of them were afraid. A tall, scaly green warrior with a grey fin on his head pushed forward, activating his scouter. The device cycled only briefly before beeping with the result. "Don't be afraid, you fools. His power level's only 5." Confidently, he raised his blaster and fired at the stranger's head. 

Trunks didn't even glance in his direction. Raising two fingers, he released an invisible kiai that sent the green-scaled warrior somersaulting backward into the chamber wall. The blast from the warrior's gun was reflected by the invisible wave of energy, smashing into the warrior's body and showering the guards with shards of ice. 

"He's a monster!" screamed one of the former inhabitants of Xylon-38, fleeing. The enormous soldier had escaped the slaughter of his species by betraying the leaders of the slave revolt, receiving a post in Cold's army as a reward. King Cold stepped forward and sent a death beam through the terrified creature's chest, killing him instantly. 

"If you know who I am, you should know that bursting into my chambers with your sword drawn is a good way to get yourself killed," the towering frost demon said calmly, crossing his arms. "What is your business here?" 

"I'm not here to trade pleasantries." Trunks returned the sword to the sheath on his back. "Now pay attention. I'm here to give you information that I think you'll want to hear. I have something to tell you about Prince Vegeta." 

"Oh, really?" intoned Cold. "I'm afraid 'Prince' Vegeta doesn't work for us anymore. What are you, a disgruntled employee?" The king showed obvious amusement mixed with curiosity. This intruder couldn't possibly gain anything by his insolence, besides a quick death, so why was he here? 

The expression on the young man's face didn't change. "Who I am is none of your business, Cold. Now pay attention, because I'm only going to say this once. The Super Saiyan who killed your sons is on Earth, the third planet at coordinate 1368-63XY. If you leave here now, you can get there in time to catch him. Got it?" 

"Oh, really? Well, I must say I am quite curious to meet this Super Saiyan." Cold's voice dripped with sarcasm. "After all, I've heard so much about him; one could hardly blame me. Tell me: what do you hope to gain by sharing this piece of information? Your attitude amuses me." 

Trunks smirked. "Think what you want; I don't care. But one more thing. When you fight Vegeta, you need to attack him with full power. He will show no mercy." 

"Full power, you say?" The amusement on Cold's face was even more evident now. "Why ever would that be necessary? Haha. If nothing else, I'd say you're quite the comedian! Surely you don't think that a mere Saiyan has a chance against me. " 

"You're wrong, Cold." The young man's grin was gone, replaced with steely resolve. "If you don't take the fight seriously, Vegeta will kill you instantly. I'm guessing you can transform just like your sons. Well, you'll have to if you want to live longer than five minutes. Do you understand?" 

Cold laughed. "Well, what I do understand is that you're crazy if you think you will leave this place alive." 

"I can see that you don't believe me, so I'm going to let you in on a little secret." Trunks lowered his arms to his sides and clenched his fists. "You're about to learn what it's like to fight a real live Super Saiyan...and I'm not talking about Vegeta." He began to power up. "AAAAAHHHHH!" 

Energy erupted around his feet, lifting shards of ice and chunks of rock from the floor. His long lavender hair, tied in a shaggy ponytail, stood up in jagged waves as the flow of ki engulfed him, the entire room threatening to collapse under the sudden display of power. Then, his blue eyes flashed to green as golden light streamed through his aura, a hint of a smile revealing itself on his face.