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At the far end of town that nearly touched the sea, a father and son found the time to discuss all happenings in the comfort of a welcoming place...The Aqua Halo, a small bar and diner where friends of theirs would come when times were much more pleasant.
The younger one looked out the window at the moonlight-covered water that was so calm until now, even the waves being affected by the terrible threat that would not go away. He had met the power previously, he and everyone else that the menaces had affected. It was not going to be a pleasant fight at all, if it should even be called a fight. The warrior youth looked at it as a struggle.
"Tell me, Trunks", said the young man's father that sat across from him, his hands folded on the table. "Where is Kakarott's son staying at this time?" Trunks turned to face his father, his pony tail sliding off of the back of his seat. "I'm not really sure. He could be anywhere in town. All I know for sure is...he's keeping watch outdoors."
Prince Vegeta opened his hand and laid them flat on the table. "Does he know about what happened to Kakarott and Gohan?" Trunks nodded slowly. "He knows about what happened to everyone...Ripper, Jotaro, Ayeka, everyone. He was with me when the androids ransacked that section outside of the mall."
Vegeta then took a glance out the window, anxious and hoping to see his next foes as Trunks continued with what he was saying. "I just don't understand what they want with Gohan now that they have Gokou. No one even knows if Gokou's alive right now, but I thought they only cared about destroying everyone."
Trunks looked down at the table, clutching both of his fists upon it as Vegeta looked back to him. "They probably showed some kind of sympathy for the others because they barely knew what was going on. Gohan and Kakarott had known of it long beforehand. It surprises me; I'd suppose then if they experience fear that they do have the slightest drop of sympathy somewhere, being the cursed contraptions that they are."
"Well they already told us that they'd return once they'd finished fighting Gokou. I'd hoped that by some miracle Gokou or even Gohan would come through and stop it all before they could grab hold of any more opportunities", said Trunks as he continued slowly and casually opening and closing his fists.
Vegeta leaned forward a slight bit. "Then...? What happened after all of that?" Trunks looked up softly. "I overheard in town two days ago that the androids brutally attacked the temple the night before. There were a lot of mortally wounded people left behind. Some were fortunate enough to be healed in time."
His frustrated father stood slowly out of his seat. "Then it should not be very long now, should it?" Trunks shook his head slowly, not getting up. "Androids only care about enjoying themselves from what I've seen. It could be any time at all. When we'd expect it or when we would'nt."
A bright blue light then bounced off the reflection of the window, Vegeta and Trunks turning their heads to the door. Staring in right through the diamond shaped window on the door was Seventeen. Trunks then jumped to his feet. "God damn it."
The few people in the place looked at the two, then looked to the door, murmurs all around. The glass diamond window had then busted right past Vegeta, slicing a side of his face up near his right eye, a small scratch forming as the glass then soared past the window where they were, shattering it to pieces.
The people started to make much noise, standing up and looking for a way out while Vegeta narrowed his eyes to the android that was smirking at him from behind the opening in the door. "You are fucking dead. I'm going to rip your little mechanical heart out of your chest and feed it to your sister....you.....son of a bitch."
Trunks and Vegeta's hair then turned golden, their eyes turning a cold green color as they stood there. Seventeen then held out his palm and knocked the door down casually, commencing to take a few steps inside, looking around. In the arrogant tone they all loathed, he had spoken.
"So you all think you're going places..." A small bit of energy gathered in one of his hands and he grinned as he turned to the crowd of people on the side he was facing, tossing it directly into the center, blowing a hole through the wall that carried them far with it.
He then turned to face the 'golden fighters', his heartless and threatening gaze just avalanching into their shaken green eyes. "Now that some of the living roadblocks are out of the way, shall we begin?" Vegeta was the first to advance at the android, screaming out in anger as he started to flail his fists at him rapidly, forcing him into the wall.
Trunks floated a few inches above where he was standing, ready to strike as he looked on. The android tilted his head to the side to evade the flow of punches, doing so successfully, and he grabbed Vegeta by the arm, wrapping his leg around it and spinning over, flipping him onto his face.
Trunks then speeded forward and darted above where Vegeta had fallen, digging his knee into Seventeen's face. Seventeen's head shot to the side from the blow, and he turned right back to Trunks only to catch a second strike from the opposite knee to nail him between the eyes.
Vegeta then sprung to his feet and pulled the android away from Trunks, plowing into his midsection with one of his elbows and then pulling that elbow away, firing an explosive ki beam that sent the android flying behind the bar counter.
Seventeen then stood slowly and wiped his forehead, shaking his head alittle, his black hair swinging a tad from side to side. "It's not enough that you'll fail in beating me, but you hope to overcome Eighteen as well. It's a sad shame." With that, he clutched both of his fists and brought forth a terribly forceful explosion that sent both Trunks and Vegeta through the ceiling of the place.
Neither of the two could find any gaps through this. It was another never-before-seen attack. Seventeen, with immense quickness, darted right in between the two and pulled on the back of each of their necks, smacking their cheek bones together, blood pouring down from their mouths.
He then slammed Trunks over Vegeta and held out two open palms, showing no speed or stamina decrease, effortlessly fired a wave that nearly went through both of them, sending them plummeting into the ocean not too far away, making a loud snapping splash.
The pleased android then smiled soullessly as he slowly floated away from the area, flying over the other side of town. The waves got even more viscious down by the docks as Vegeta's head stuck out from the water, carrying his unconscious son on his shoulders, the hair of each of them back to its original color, the Saiyan's pride hurt more than it ever had been, but that now not even being an issue. He just had known that this overwhelming horror must be stopped fast, and much help would be needed.