Vegeta was sprawled out on the ground, his mind dazed. He moved his head, and a searing pain greeted him with mocking laughter. Images of the female cyborg flashed through his mind, causing his heart to pound. If only he had done this, or that, he told himself, but deep down he knew the truth, and that was worse than admitting how terrified he was every time the cyborg just got up again, and again, and kept coming, and coming. He felt the fear of every failed punch he had put all his worthless might into.
The mental haze began to clear, and Vegeta sat up. He became consumed by pride and rage. The utter desire to destroy the cyborg caused muscles in his face to spasm. He forgot about his broken arm, tried to move it, and felt a pain that threatened to replace his anger.
"Damnit!" Vegeta said. He slammed his good fist into the ground, sending bits of rock into the air. "First Kakarot, now some fucking mechanical cunt? Is this a joke? I am Vegeta! I am a prince! The Prince Vegeta! I am a fucking Super Saiyan!" He yelled, and yelled, and smashed the ground again.
His body could no longer sustain his rage. Chest heaving, gasping for air, Vegeta glanced at his mangled arm. He was the man who represented his entire race. It was a race dead for decades, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the blood in his veins, and Kakarot, that traitor, did not share that blood. Sure, he had the lust for battle, but he had denied his heritage. Kakarot was no true Saiyan, even if by some chance Vegeta was willing to admit he was the superior warrior.
"Um, V-Vegeta?" the voice of the weakling human known as Krillin assaulted the writhing prince's mind, amplifying the already wracking pain in his skull. Vegeta glared at the Earthling warrior. "I, I see you're not in a good mood, but take a senzu bean, all-alright?"
Vegeta gritted his teeth and snatched the senzu from Krillin's hand. After swallowing it, he stood himself up. His head and arm felt healed, but the bruises remained on his ego and so did the anger.
No sooner than Vegeta had leapt into the air did he again hear the voice of the pathetic Earthling. "V-Vegeta! You can't possibly think you can take them by yourself!"
Vegeta turned, floating in the air. He looked down on the Earthlings and the two half breeds. They were so small. It'd be so easy. "Shut up! What do you know? You're nothing compared to me!"
"Vegeta!" the puny man said. His brows were furrowed in anger, as if his mattered.
"Let him go, Krillin," the disgusting slug creature said, as if they could stop him. The worthlessness of the fools below brought Vegeta comfort and joy. They weren't necessarily emotions born of maliciousness, but he liked the conformation. He was so far above those weaklings he knew if he could push himself a little further he'd reach even greater heights and live up to the destiny handed to him from birth.
It wasn't hard for Vegeta to track the cyborgs, even though he couldn't sense their ki. They were reckless, completely confident in themselves, or perhaps just stupid. A trail of traffic wreckage: cars, trucks, and motorcycles guided him. Vegeta flared his aura and picked up speed. A van barreling down the highway came into view. "You won't escape!" Vegeta said, gaining more speed.
He landed on the top of the vehicle, causing a heavy thud, and denting in the roof. Gathering ki in his palm, he shot a blast at the engine. The van spun out, careening towards the side of the cliff, and Vegeta leapt away, landing on the side of the road.
Smoke bellowed around the van, and Vegeta postured himself, watching intently. The cyborgs didn't emerge for what felt like hours. Vegeta hissed and lifted his palm into the air, sending a ki blast at the flaming van.
"Alright, alright, already," the voice of the male scrap metal said from within the veil of smoke.
"I know I'm irresistible, but calm yourself," the female scrap metal said. "Such an impatient little man."
The two cyborgs and the android emerged from the smoke. The cyborg duo's icy blue eyes stared at Vegeta. He spat on the ground. The male smirked, and the female wrinkled her lips.
"Aw, c'mon now, Vegeta, can't you at least pretend to be happy to see us? I think you owe it to me after destroying my ride," the male scrap metal said. His smirk faded into a glare. "He's mine this time, 18."
"I think our little visitor is here for me," she said.
Vegeta had to admit she was strong, and that made him want to crush her even more. She had embarrassed him and made him feel terror, but he was the Saiyan Prince. "It doesn't matter which one of you is first," he said. "The result will be the same in the end: two broken machines."
"You, kill me? That'd be a surprise," the male cyborg said. "Well, you heard him, 18."
"Sure, whatever," she said. "C'mon, 16, lets find some place to sit and watch."
"I don't like fighting," the large robot said. The female cyborg shrugged at it.
She walked midway between 17 and Vegeta, then sat on the safety rail, crossing her legs. "You should have just left well enough alone," she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot against the ground. "We showed you mercy."
Vegeta imagined how he'd dismantle her, tearing her apart limb by limb.
"Oh, would you look at that, sis. You've gone and made him even more angry," the male cyborg said. He turned to Vegeta and smiled. "Well, Vegeta? How about it? Should I wait here for you to power up?" He shrugged his arms, and something about the way he smiled became menacing.
It annoyed Vegeta. The tin can was mocking him. He felt his jaw clench. "Don't underestimate me," he said under his breath.
"Oh, I'd never do that, Vegeta," the cyborg said. "I think you got some dirt on 18's clothes, isn't that right, 18?" he asked, turning to his sister.
"He did," she said.
"See, now I can't be having that," 17 said, grinning at Vegeta.
Vegeta had heard enough. He yelled, and his golden aura burst forth. The ground began to shake and crack.
"Oh? I guess he's finally ready, 18," 17 said to his sister. A second after he finished speaking, Vegeta was behind him. He punched the cyborg across the back of the head, sending him stumbling forward. 17 turned and glared at Vegeta. "That was not cool, Vegeta. Now I'm mad."
"Idiot," the sister said. 17 turned to 18, and Vegeta punched him again, sending the cyborg to his knees. 17 got up and leapt a distance back.
"I am the pride of the Saiyan race, Vegeta-sama! You will respect me!" Vegeta said. He was already huffing. The speed to get behind the cyborg without him noticing was taxing. His fight with 18 made it clear to him that their strength was on par, but he didn't have the stamina to spare. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. "Cyborg, tell me, do you think Super Saiyan was the only thing I've achieved?"
17 tilted his head and smirked. "I don't know, nor really care, Vegeta, but if you entertain me, well, then I might just be grateful," he said.
"I'll show you some entertainment," Vegeta said. He placed his hand out, and a blue orb began to form.
"Take your time, Saiyan," 17 said. He flexed his fingers, grinning all the while as his icy stare taunted Vegeta.
"Big Bang," Vegeta said, and the orb of blue ki exploded in diameter. "Attack!" The blinding energy launched towards 17. He dodged it. Vegeta clenched his fist, and the blast exploded behind 17. The concussive force hit 17 in the back, sending him towards Vegeta.
"17!" the sister said.
Vegeta had no time to worry about her, though, and he rushed forward to meet 17. "Good bye," he said, and launched another attack directly at 17's face. Dust kicked up from behind the cyborg's body as the energy wave hit into the earth. His head was gone.
"17!" the female cyborg said again, rushing towards Vegeta. "You! You killed him!" The disbelief across her face contorted into hatred. "I'll kill you!"
Vegeta was spent. One punch from the cyborg sent him to the ground. The stinging sensation seemed so distant, though. All he could think about was how he had destroyed one of them. Kakarot should be able to finish the other. He wondered if Kakarot would revive him if he found a way. He would, he was sure.
Suddenly, Vegeta felt his body being dragged across the ground.
