Dragon Ball Z, Season 4

King Cold:
Super Saiyan? I'm impressed. To encounter a fighter of your caliber is a rare occurrence indeed. But it does present quite an opportunity. You see, I could appreciate a great talent such as yours. My eyes are not blinded by pride like my son's were. Join me and take Frieza's place at my side as the supreme ruler of the universe.

Trunks:
Not a chance.

King Cold:
Now don't be too hasty. Imagine. This and every other world would be but the merest of baubles in your collection. Playthings for your amusement. Subject to your every whim. No? Alright. But grant me this. Allow me to examine your sword. A weapon of such obvious quality practically begs to be admired. Aha ha ha ha ha. You have nothing to fear from me.

Trunks:
So, you wanna see my sword huh? Here, catch. (Trunks tosses his sword to King Cold)

King Cold:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. Yes. Yes indeed. Remarkable craftsmanship. And I have a hunch that you would not have defeated my son were it not for this sword. What do you say?

Trunks:
Believe what you want to.

King Cold:
Ha! Heh! Alright then! I will! I say, that without this sword, you're nothing! That's what I believe! Rahh!!! (King Cold lunges at Trunks with the sword and Trunks grabs it) Huh!? Uh!?

Trunks:
So much for your theory.

King Cold:
Yah!

Trunks:
You should know that a weapon doesn't make the man! (Trunks holds his arm in front of King Cold's chest)

King Cold:
Wait you dirty little Saiyan! (Trunks blasts King Cold, shredding through him, and sending him into a mountain) Ahhhhh!!!

Krillin:
First Frieza...now him! Oh man!

Vegeta:
(to himself) Who is this kid?

King Cold:
(King Cold is laying on the ground and Trunks is holding out his hand ready to blast) Wait. You can't. No. Please. I'm defenseless. Please. I'm not bad. My son was evil, but not I. I wanted nothing but peace. I meant you no harm, I swear it. (Trunks blasts King Cold to death) I'm...I'm telling the truth, noooo!!!