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Point of no return II

"Give me more credit than that, kid. There is no honor in poisoning someone. It's a cowardly thing to do, wouldn't you agree?"

Vegeta then lifted his foot off Trunks' chest, and with a snarl, slammed his boot down onto his son's wrist, shattering it instantly. He snickered as Trunks bit back a scream, only releasing a hiss through his teeth to show his agony as he clutched his forearm. The teenager brought up his hand and wrist gingerly in front of him. His fingers were all twitching uncontrollably from the blow. The teenager grit his teeth and tried sitting up, only to find that he couldn't.

Vegeta continued to circle him like a cat playing with a mouse. The prince licked his lips in anticipation, amusement bright in his eyes.

"That bread you were eating was loaded with a mineral that absorbs all of your strength. The stronger you are, the harder it brings you down. Frieza would force us to consume it to teach us to survive the hard way." The prince smirked. "My men and I, though, have now grown immune to it. I ordered Nappa to give you some to toughen you up, and then he let me in on your little secret. I gotta tell you, kid. I don't like secrets."

Trunks realized the truth and it made his mouth run dry. Vegeta had found out that Trunks was hiding his true power level from him, had classified him as a threat, and had brought him there to execute him.

And with his strength and ki completely drained, there wasn't a damn thing Trunks could do to stop him.

"I took you in, you worthless piece of half-breed shit," Vegeta snarled, planting his boot down right on his son's throat. Trunks gasped and coughed, instantly trying to fight his father to get his foot off. "Gave you armor. Vouched for you in front of Frieza, for fuck's sake. AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?" Vegeta screamed. "By playing me for a fool and working for my enemies behind my back!"

Trunks reached out desperately with his good hand to his father's leg, his face turning bright red as he struggled to breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried transforming into a Super Saiyan as a last resort, but it was no use. He was weak and couldn't summon up the necessary energy.

"You offend my intelligence, boy," Vegeta said in a cold, empty tone, staring down at the teenager in the sand, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Trunks squinted up at him, his hand on his father's boot. He couldn't budge it; it might as well have been a steel anvil on his throat. "You are with the Tuffles, and every breath you take is an insult to my honor as the Prince of all Saiyans."

"I am not with them!" Trunks gasped out, clawing desperately at his father's leg now to let go of him. His vision was starting to blotch, fading in and out. He was dangerously close to passing out.

"LIAR!" Vegeta roared furiously. He removed his boot from Trunks' throat, making Trunks gasp in desperate amounts of air to soothe his burning lungs. He barely had the chance to get in one good breath before Vegeta ruthlessly brought his foot down right on Trunks' broken wrist. Trunks screamed so loud his lungs hurt, tears coming to his eyes.

He had never felt so defenseless in his life. Even the androids had been quick to knock him unconscious with their blows. His father, on the other hand, worked the opposite way.

"You ARE with them!" Vegeta snarled. "You are here to infiltrate us and feed information to our enemies, you lying half-breed piece of fucking TRASH! Were you waiting until I turned my back to unleash your true power and destroy me for good, you coward? Or was the plan to lead me back to Ares so he could do the job himself? Well? What was it, kid?"

"NO! I AM with you! I swear it!" Trunks screamed back. His lavender hair was plastered to his forehead from his sweat now as he looked up into the dark, merciless eyes of his father. "I am on your side, Vegeta!"