Trunks stared at the two individuals before him. He wasn't sure why Frieza wasn't among them, but they matched the data on the Frost Demon race his mother had given him perfectly.
His sudden appearance caused King Cold and Cooler to halt their orders to "cleanse" the planet. They had assumed that once the slaughter began, the Saiyans who killed Frieza would naturally reveal themselves.
Cooler and King Cold looked at Trunks with confusion. Anyone bold enough to stand directly before them clearly wasn't an ordinary human.
"Who are you?" King Cold asked.
A confident smile played on Trunks's lips. "You must be of Frieza's race."
"Frieza's race? No. To be precise, we are of the noble Frost Demon race!"
"I see. Then I'm in the right place."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Trunks's cryptic words were beginning to irritate Cooler.
"You asked who I am? I'm the one who's going to kill you."
"Kill us? Don't make me laugh. You? By yourself?"
"Did you really think Mr. Goku was the only Super Saiyan?"
"Mr. Goku??"
Cooler and King Cold exchanged a baffled look. Wasn't the Super Saiyan's name Turles? Who the hell was this Goku?
"HAAH!"
Before they could process the name, Trunks transformed. The sudden surge of golden energy blinded the onlookers.
Vegeta's teeth ground together so hard they nearly shattered. Damn it! Who is this now?! Another one achieved Super Saiyan before me?!
As the others watched in awe, Trunks moved.
Before Cooler or King Cold could even react, Trunks drew his sword and cleaved King Cold in two.
While Cooler was still paralyzed by the shock of seeing his father cut down, Trunks's blade blurred, hacking King Cold into multiple pieces. He followed up instantly with a point-blank Ki blast. King Cold died before he could even let out a scream.
Trunks truly was the most no-nonsense Saiyan. He didn't waste time talking; he went straight for the kill the moment an opening appeared.
With King Cold dead, Trunks turned a cold gaze toward Cooler. "Next, it's your turn."
Cooler let out a contemptuous laugh. "Interesting, you filthy monkey. A sneak attack... but do you think I'm a pathetic weakling like my father?"
"HAAAAH!"
Purple flares erupted from Cooler, and a massive pressure washed over the area. Trunks remained unmoved, his eyes locked onto Cooler with icy detachment.
"Is this all you've got? In that case, die!"
Trunks flickered and appeared beside Cooler, driving a fist toward his chest. Cooler reacted instantly, blocking the strike and countering with a heavy blow of his own.
BOOM!
The collision of their fists sent a thunderous shockwave through the air. The two then descended into a fierce, high-speed clash.
Two terrifying energy signatures spiraled into the sky. The earth groaned under the weight of their combat; rocks shattered, the forest was leveled, and the landscape began to look like the end of the world.
Their movements were so fast that—aside from Turles—the onlookers could only see blurred trails of light intertwining in the air. Even though it was just the opening stage of the fight, the intensity forced Krillin and the others to retreat.
The shockwaves alone were lethal. The low-level soldiers King Cold and Cooler had brought were proof of that; they had been pulverized by the atmospheric pressure before they even got a chance to fire a shot.
"They're so strong... both this mystery boy and this relative of Frieza are incredible."
As the battle raged, Son Goku suddenly appeared beside Turles and the others.
He was dressed in Yardratian clothing, and he hadn't arrived by ship. He had used Instant Transmission. Sensing such massive power levels on Earth, there was no way he could stay away. After locking onto Turles's Ki, he had teleported home immediately.
The group was startled by his sudden arrival.
"Goku! You're back!"
"Daddy!"
"Yo! Long time no see, everyone. But man, those two are really something else..."
Goku gave a quick wave and then immediately fixed his eyes on the battle between Trunks and Cooler. For a battle maniac, nothing was more captivating than a high-level clash.
"Wait, who's the other Super Saiyan? Turles, do you know him?"
Turles shook his head. "How should I know? But his fighting style... it feels a lot like Piccolo's."
Turles obviously knew exactly who it was, but he couldn't say that. How would he explain it? It would just be a headache. Besides, saying Trunks fought like Piccolo wasn't a lie. Trunks was trained by Future Gohan, and Gohan was trained by Piccolo.
By that logic, Trunks was basically Piccolo's "grand-disciple."
Krillin and the others studied the boy's movements. Now that Turles mentioned it, they could see the resemblance to Piccolo's tactical efficiency.
In the air, Trunks had completely taken the lead.
BOOM!!
The two combatants broke apart. Cooler glared at Trunks, his face twisted in rage. He had expected to squash this bug effortlessly, but instead, he was the one taking damage.
"You damn monkey! You've pushed me too far!"
"I admit, you're strong. But this is the end!" Cooler growled.
He spread his hand and held up one finger. "One!"
Trunks looked confused. "What?"
"I have one more transformation than that fool Frieza!" Cooler sneered.
"You should be honored. This is the first—and the last—time you will witness Lord Cooler's Final Form!"
"What?! He can transform again?"
Piccolo, with his enhanced hearing, was the first to react with shock. The rest of the group was equally horrified.
Turles, however, looked at Trunks with a hint of pity. He had thought this would be a simple "noobs-stomping" session for the time traveler, but it turned out there was a "great white shark" hidden in the pond. Trunks was about to meet his Waterloo.
Cooler's Final Form had a Power Level of 470 million—far exceeding Trunks's current 350 million.
"HAAAAAAA—!!"
As Cooler began to charge his energy, his purple aura expanded violently. The sheer force of his Ki cleared the clouds from the sky and sent the earth beneath them into a violent tremor.
Sensing the shift in power, Trunks lunged forward, trying to interrupt the process. But it was too late.
Cooler's body underwent a radical metamorphosis. He grew in stature, reaching two and a half meters in height. Large white bone-like armor sprouted from his shoulders, and jagged spurs grew from his forearms. Four massive white horns curved up from his head, and his pupils bled into a deep crimson. A bone mask snapped shut over his mouth, and every injury he had sustained vanished instantly.
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