Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

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Summary: Mirai Timeline. Vegeta despratly tries to protect Earth against the androids, Seventeen and Eighteen.

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A/N: This is slightly AU, as Vegeta faces them alone. I'm having this major inspiration to write Mirai Timeline fics, and with Trunks and Vegeta in general. If you have any suggestions of something I could write, please tell me!

I hope you enjoy, and if possible, review. Thanks!

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Last Stand

There suddenly was an energy spike. It only lasted for a second, but everyone on the planet Earth who could sense energy felt it.

"What was that?" Goku asked.

"I don't know." Vegeta replied. "But I'm going to find out."

With that, Vegeta flew away, leaving everyone else in the dust.

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'What ever it is,' Vegeta thought smugly, 'I can take it down!'

Nearing where the energy had spiked, Vegeta descended, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to see who ever had spiked their energy for that short of time.

"Looking for us?" a cool male voice asked, and a man stepped out from the shadow's. No, he wasn't a man. He was a teenager.

"Go home, kid," Vegeta said, glaring at the teen.

"Kid?" the teen asked, narrowing his eyes. "I'm no kid! Allow me to show you!" with that said, the teen let out a burst of concentrated energy straight for Vegeta.

Vegeta tried to avoid the energy beam, but he wasn't fast enough.

"Is that the work of a kid?" the still nameless teenager asked.

Vegeta pulled himself to his feet angrily.

"If you're not a kid, then who are you?" he demanded.

"I am called Seventeen," the teenager, Seventeen, replied coldly.

"That's no name for a kid," Vegeta muttered, fixing his eyes on Seventeen.

"Tell me, Seventeen," he spit the name out like something tasting disgusting. "Why did you attack me?"

"You haven't figured it out yet, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyan race?" Seventeen asked, smirking at the look on Vegeta's face. "You think we don't know all about you and your little friends?"

"How do you know that?" Vegeta demanded harshly.

"My sister and I know more about you than you'll ever know," Seventeen said coldly. "Show yourself to him, Eighteen!"

A girl came out from the shadows, glaring at Vegeta.

"Where's his friends?" she asked, just as coldly as her brother.

"I dunno," Seventeen replied, ignoring Vegeta for the moment. "They'll never find him, though!"

"What should we do with him?" Eighteen asked, flicking her eyes toward Vegeta.

"I think we should kill him!" Seventeen bellowed. "We'll kill him slowly, though, so he'll remember the pain forever!"

"I like the way you think," Eighteen said, now her attention back on the Saiyan Prince. "It's a shame your friends won't be able to save you."

"I have no friend's!" Vegeta said proudly. "The Saiyan Prince doesn't have any friends!"

"But you have a son," Seventeen said, smirking at the look of slight horror on Vegeta's face. "and we'll kill him after we're done with you!"

"You won't lay a hand on him!" Vegeta shouted, raising his power until he was a Super Saiyan. "I won't let you or your bitch of a sister anywhere near him!"

"Is that so?" Eighteen said, narrowing her eyes even farther. "I am not a bitch! Now you die! Let's kill him, Seventeen!"

Gleefully, the two formed energy beams and shot them toward Vegeta. They didn't stop at just one energy beam. They kept on firing, until the screams had stopped.

"Think we got him?" Seventeen asked.

"Who cares?" Eighteen replied. "Let's go find his friends. They also need to die."

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Vegeta tried to get up. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. Gasping for breath, he tried to think straight.

'What… did… they… do… to… me?' he thought, unable to even think straight. 'What… about… Bulma? What… about… Trunks?'

"Trunks…" Vegeta whispered as he took his last breath. "I… won't… let… them… hurt… you…" With that said, Vegeta lay still, unmoving…

Vegeta was dead…