Future Fighters

Goku

"Dad's not gonna be here anytime soon, Champs," Karat turns to the boy. "Do you feel that? It has to be Frieza."

"I guess we just got to stop him before Goku shows up," Trunks sighs.

"Are we just going to park the machine here?" She asks. "You know we can put it back into the capsule right? Me and your mom designed it to go in."

"yeah, whatever, let's just get to fighting," with the click of a button, the time device shrinks back into a capsule. He puts the capsule back into the case, flying towards the frost demon's landing site.

"You know Champs, I'll let you swing your sword around. I'm only here to see my dad and give him meds." In reality, she was going to see the father that her mom had raved about since she could remember. Even her brother had his fair share of stories about the man, although not as tasteful due to him also being dead during his childhood. In both families, the Son's and the Briefs', they had so much to say about the man. Whether that be his strength, loyalty, or stupidity in general, everyone who knew the man had fond memories of him. If she were to save his life, maybe the timeline would shift enough in favor of the two teens.

"Bro, I think we should dramatically land in front of them to show off Champs." She proposes. Even being the nerd she was, it was crucial to look coolest in battle. A norm for the teenagers in battle.

"You read my mind," Trunks smirks. "You sure you don't want to fight K? I mean you're getting really good." Was that all he could say? Really good? She was miles better than when she last had to fight the androids. It was whatever though, she chose to take the not going to argue it, route of replies.

"I'll block some blasts here and there. Don't go too crazy to send them my way, though."

"I heard Cooler is way easier to defeat than Frieza, why don't you finish him off for me?" Trunks says.

"I mean, if you say so..."

The teens descend in front of the now-robotic Freiza. Dad must have beaten him up badly if most of his parts were replaced. It only excited her more to see the man herself. Was she overall enthused to fight her father's most challenging foe to date? Probably not, she knew that Trunk's Super Saiyan form could easily sedate the demon. She wouldn't even have to lift a finger in regards to the foe. Was Freiza even a man? There was a lack of bits to tell what gender the thing was. Plus, he did sound like an old woman smoker. Her thoughts were too loud, could the words the frost demon had been saying to the two.

"Hey Champs, did you catch anything he said to us?" She asks.

"Something about fighting us is not worth his time, and we'll lose or something like that. I've just been tickling him around a bit to ruse him."

"You were talking to him? You're so cool, bro."

"Hold on, lemme think of a cool comeback line real quick." He quips.

"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time, Freiza, you're finished!" He yells. She turns to him with raised eyebrows. Is that the best he could do? He had more angering comebacks towards her than to a literal galaxy-enslaving man.

"Enough chit chat you two. Foot Soldier! Vaporize those rodents!" Freiza interjects.

"You don't stand a chance against me." Trunks says.

"Me too!" Her voice fades.

The soldiers scan both of them for their power level, a combined 9 between the two of them. Laughter erupts amongst their peers.

"Well kiddo, I hope you said your goodbyes," the green soldier sends a blast of energy from his wrist cannon only to be thrown by a single finger by Trunks. Shock emerges on the man's green face, only from him to up the amount of blasts. Each time the energy was blocked just by his left hand. It wasn't even his dominant one, he's just plain showing off at this point. Once the cannon seemed futile, the soldiers all rushed the teens at the same time. With a look at her standing there, he rushes out with his sword. Each slash was a fallen foe, and Trunks didn't even break a sweat putting his weapon back into its scabbard.