My, my! Not five minutes on this wayward rock, and we already have a volunteer-teer-teer-(zap)
dead man. Soldiers! Do your jobs. Soldier: Lord Freeza, with all due respect
... Freeza: This sounds like insubordination
... Soldier: He just turned an entire squad into a PILE OF LIMBS
. Freeza: And THAT sounds like it's not my problem
. Soldier 2:
Man, move your bitchin' bitch ass over bitch!
*uses scouter on Trunks* What, power level of five? Shit, ain't nobody got time for that
. *Shoots at Trunks, who easily deflects it into a mount-plateau.
* Soldier 2:
Well that ain't right... *Falcon Punched by Trunks into Freeza's ship.* Trunks:
Consider that a warning. Either leave now or die. Freeza:
Ooh, is that an ultimatum? I love ultimatums! Here's mine. Either die to him or die to me! *Trunks takes a stance as the soldiers rush him...and slashes them all faster then can be seen. All the soldiers are still standing, immobile.* Freeza:
What...What just happened? Trunks: Give it a second. Freeza:
No, really. They're just... Trunks:
No, no hang on... *Trunks sheathes his sword and the bodies all drop.* Trunks:
Yeah, took me a whole three months to get that one down. They make it look a lot easier then it really is.
*One soldier is shown still alive, visibly terrified of Trunks* REAL hard part was that guy's armor. *Said soldier's scouter breaks in half, and his armor follows suit as Trunks keeps talking.* Went through a dozen mannequins before I cinched that one. *The soldier backs away slowly from Trunks...* Freeza:
You missed a spot. *impales the soldier with his arm.* Soldier 3:
Lord Freeza... the f*ck?
*Freeza pulls his arm out and the soldier drops.*