Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 21

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Chapter 21


Kooler gazed down at Vegeta and his father King Kold. It seemed that he had been born to live in this moment. It was the moment that he could have lived in until the end of time, seeing both of them lying at his feet, helpless and at his mercy. He grinned maliciously; this was almost too good to be true.

"Well, well, well, look at this." He mused, circling their paralyzed bodies with a cocky stride. He bent down and was eye to eye with Vegeta. "The legendary Super Saiyan lying at my feet! And over here," he said, moving to his father "my own dear father, lying in the dirt. I'd be lying if I said you didn't belong there." King Kold's eyes flashed with rage as he looked at his son. They were full of questions his paralyzed vocal cords could not give voice to.

"Do you want to know why? Why I've done this father? Oh it's so simple; I'm surprised you didn't see it coming sooner. But then again, you never did think I was capable of ANYTHING did you? Little Kooler, weaker and dumber than Frieza. Always Frieza! That's all I heard growing up, 'Frieza is so intelligent!' 'Frieza is so strong!' Well did it ever occur to you that I was always smarter and more intelligent than Frieza? NO! And then, after he died, you wouldn't even let me attempt to avenge my brother's death! I could have killed Vegeta with one hand tied behind my back while I had the flu! But you never believed did you father? You never saw me as the warrior and ruthless ruler than you raised me to be. All you ever saw was Frieza.

"But I win. You see, I knew that I would never get away with just killing you and taking over the empire. I would still have this little tailless monkey to deal with. So I bided my time. I waited until you knew you had no other choice than to face him one on one in a battle. Lucky for me, his little trick with Kermana proved just the thing I needed to keep you distracted and get you to face him. While you were so busy sending spies over here and running surveillance on the rest of his empire, I was working with the science department.

"My original plan was to engineer a virus that would kill you both in some extremely horrible, bone breaking, flesh twisting way. Unfortunately, something happened to the virus that made it harmless. The only thing it does is paralyze muscle tissue for an hour. But that worked perfectly! Because instead of watching some virus eat you alive from the inside, I would have the pleasure of killing you myself. I would have the pleasure of looking in your eyes the moment before you died and watch the recognition flash as you realized that your own son, the only one you have left, killed you because he hates you. I've always hated you and now...well,it is truly time for my revenge. Don't worry father. I'll do a much better job than you or Frieza EVER could running this pathetic universe." Kooler said, smiling ruthlessly as he fired a ki blast into his father's chest. Blood began to run into the dirt of the stadium floor, turning deep brick red as the dust drank the warm fluid. Blood spurted from his lips, running over his pale face like clown makeup. And then it was over. King Kold, who had ruled parts of the universe for what seemed like a million years, was gone. Kooler walked over to Vegeta and knelt beside him.

"I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't like you just a little. You may be a Saiyan, but that doesn't mean you're all bad. After all, you did do me a favor by getting rid of that spoiled brat Frieza. God what an asshole. Dumb as shit too. I mean, he went to all that trouble to destroy you're little planet and kill you're entire race and he kept you alive? You of all people. Please. He could have at least kept someone halfway intelligent and good-looking. But oh well. You killed him anyway. And now, I'm going to have to kill you. I'd say it wasn't personal, I'd say it was nothing more than the strong survive and I need to kill you to rule the universe. But it really is personal. I hate you Saiyans; you all have such a stench around you. Must be the smell of defeat." He whispered, raising his hand above Vegeta's head.


"Oh my God!" Bulma yelled as she watched the blood from King Kold soak into the ground. Kooler had moved over to Vegeta and was kneeling beside him. "He's going to kill him!" Her heart beat against her ribs. She wanted to run to the battlefield and stop Kooler from killing Vegeta, stop him from taking the only man she had ever loved from the universe. Vegeta may have been hard to deal with sometimes, but seeing him lying helpless on the ground in front of Kooler, his life hanging in the balance and no one within 2000 light years that could possibly save him, she relized how much she truly loved him. He was everything to her. And she knew that running onto the battlefield to stop Kooler would be as effective as spitting into the wind. She was helpless.

"Can't anyone do something?" Teresa asked, gripping the rail where she and Bulma stood. "Trunks, can't you do something?" she asked, turning to face him. He was nowhere in sight. "Trunks?" she asked as Kooler raised his hand.


A blur of purple and black sped by Vegeta's head, sending Kooler sprawling. The blur became Trunks, standing over Vegeta with a look that could only have come from Vegeta's genes. He stood cold and proud, the black tank top clinging to his form as the handle of his sword glinted in the afternoon light.

"What the fuck are you trying to pull kid?" Kooler asked as he got to his feet. "Trying to make a name for yourself by challenging me? You won't last longer than a minute against me."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"Fine. If you want to die, I have no problem granting your wish."

"I want to ask you something before we begin." Trunks said, staring directly at Kooler.

"What's that kid?"

"Do you object to fighting a Super Saiyan?"

"What? You think monkey boy down there is going to get up and help you? Yeah right! He'll be lucky to live another 10 minutes." Trunks laughed low and soft in his throat, ice chipping off the sound.

"I wasn't talking about him." He said, going Super Saiyan. The gold aura was blinding as Trunks transformed. Kooler gasped and took a step backward.

"What the-? But that's impossible! The Saiyans are all dead! Unless-you're his son aren't you?"

"That's right. And as Prince of this empire, I challenge you."

"That's all you can do? I'm not worried." Kooler said, taking a reading from his scouter.

"You should be. I'm just getting warmed up." Trunks said, taking a fighting stance. And the fight began.


Bulma had an odd sense of deja-vu as she watched her son battle Kooler. It made her think of Namek, all those years ago when she had hidden in the rocks and watched Vegeta destroy Frieza. Trunks was his father's son. It was obvious in the way they fought. He may have been trained by Goku, Gohan and Yamcha, but there was something ruthless and cunning about the way he moved that none of them possessed. It was ingrained in him that when he was on the battlefield, he was a warrior. A cold warrior that had no problem with killing his opponent. He was not the Boy Scout that Goku was, so good and untouched that he would let even the worst of his opponent go free with a shot at changing their ways. A chill ran up her spine as the thought came to her that she might have to watch her son kill someone today without a shred of regret.

Fear was stronger than the awe that held her to Trunks' fighting style. He could be killed at any minute. They seemed pretty well matched. One would land a blow only to have the other retaliate within seconds. She had never thought before that her son may die before she did. But now the possibility of burying her son was real. She could only pray that her son would be the one to bury her one day. That was the way it was supposed to work.

Kooler punched Trunks and he went flying into the ground, dust rising into the air like scared ducks at the sound of a gunshot.

"Bulma! Can't we do something?" Teresa cried, clutching the older woman's arm with a white-knuckled grip.

"No. There's nothing we can do. It's up to Trunks now." She said as she tried to keep her voice from giving away her fear.

"So we just have to sit here and watch? I just have to sit here and watch him die?" she cried with tears in her eyes. "Is this what it's like to be in love with a fighter? Standing around as he risks his life? Not being able to do anything when he needs your help? To just stand around completely helpless? I want to do something!"

"So do I. But nothing we do will help him now."

"Then I'm just a helpless woman. Is that what we do? Wait for them to come waltzing back to us after they are battered and bruised without an explanation? Is that all we are?"

"No. We love them. We give birth to them. And in turn they fight for us. Without them, we would all die. In them we have a chance. It's in his hands now. Wait and have faith in him." Bulma whispered. She had never known why she loved warriors until this moment. Maybe during Vegeta's fight, when she was young like Teresa, did she feel the way Teresa felt. Teresa was scared and frustrated that there was nothing she could do to help. She didn't know to deal with the fear and it came out in anger. Now Bulma was scared and frustrated, but she had a renewed sense of respect for the men that she had stood in the shadow of her entire life. Now that man was her son. And her survival rode on him. She had never been more proud of him then at the moment she saw him rise out of the dust to continue his battle with Kooler.



"Are you scared boy? Let's get this over with." Kooler said as he looked down to where Trunks stood.

"That was a great warm-up. Let's really get down to it." Trunks said.

::Warm up?:: Kooler thought. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a surge of power. Trunks had ascended to Super Saiyan level 2.

"Ready Kooler?" he asked, charging.