"Although I've never met them," Trunks answered honestly. His gaze drifted for a moment, as though something had come to mind, but soon settled on Frieza again. "I know who they are. And I know your plan. You just said you'd kill every Earthling before that Super Saiyan returned, maybe even destroy Earth to make them suffer. Right?"
"Exactly! Every word!" Frieza nodded, his cruel, delighted smile returning as though he were enjoying a prey animal's final struggle. "But you killed my men and cut short my precious leisure time. Now I, Frieza, will have to crush you into cosmic dust myself before I carry out my cleansing plan."
"You've made a mistake." For the first time, the corners of Trunks's mouth lifted into a cold, confident smile.
"A mistake? No. I, Frieza, never make mistakes." Frieza planted his hands on his hips and raised his head, his grin growing broader and more wicked. "I can sweep away all the trash on Earth, including you, without lifting a finger!"
"You can't." Trunks shook his head, his smile deepening. There was a knowing certainty in it, and a trace of sorrow. "That's the mistake you've made, Frieza. Super Saiyans..." He paused, then said each word clearly. "Son Goku and Broly aren't the only two."
"What—what did you say?!"
Frieza and King Cold cried out almost in unison!
Frieza's smile froze. King Cold instinctively lowered his folded arms. Both of them stared
at Trunks as though they could see right through him.
"There's another one," Trunks said, slowly straightening his back. A vast presence, suppressed for far too long, began to awaken and gather within him. "Right in front of you."
"Aaaah!"
It was not the long, anguished howl Saiyans usually gave when transforming. Trunks let out a short, forceful roar that