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Trunks took a few steps in the direction of the hole in the roof and turned his head to Ayeka. "I'm going to get a better look. Stay there, alright?" Ayeka replied, just loud enough to be heard. "Yes, I will." Trunks then walked a bit closer to the spot and moved his head back to look up through the hole above him, the sky being a very dark and mysterious shade of pink.
Above on the rooftop where the two resisters and the arrogant android Seventeen, ready for the second round of their confrontation. He was standing on the highest and most narrow point of the roof, staring uneasily at Jotaro.
"You...what kind of technique was that? An alter image? How could you be so immature?" Jotaro's answer was to rear his head back and spit right on the cheek of the android. "Go to hell, Seventeen."
Ripper, who was standing at the other angle of the android, narrowed his eyes to Jotaro, thinking to himself. "I'd like to know what he did as well. Whatever it is, it's damned far out. The cyborg was overwhelmed."
Seventeen then turned his attention to Ripper, his black hair swinging to the side as he moved his head to face him. "And you...what would you be up to? Perhaps you're just as cunning." A small smile then formed on Ripper's face as he started to swing his blades on his fingertips idely. "Don't give me that 'perhaps' bullshit. Observe."
Then, just as the killer spread his arms out in an offensive stance, the sound of two more shoes dropping onto the roof could be heard...followed by that sly, feminine voice. "Good evening, guys. Sorry for my lateness." It was none other than Eighteen.
Seventeen smirked right along with her, Jotaro gritting his teeth in anger and frustration. Ripper, who now lowered his arms, appeared to still be smiling as he gave Eighteen a very devilish look-over. "Ah...and who is this charming little cunt?"
At that moment, both of the android's smirks completely disappeared, Seventeen's eyes slightly widening. Trunks, who was still listening below, whispered to himself. "Oh, God. If Eighteen dropping by wasnt bad enough, now Ripper's already pissing her off."
Back above, Eighteen hissed back to Ripper as she gave him a threatening glare. "I don't like you at all. You're going to have to die." Ripper responded with a low laugh as he lifted one of his blades, the only thing shining off of it being whatever light came from the rare pink horizon. "What a shame."
Jotaro then took a few steps closer to Ripper, his eyes never turning from the androids, that same frustrated look on his face. Ripper's voice then entered the air yet again, this time toward Jotaro. "Seventeen is yours. The lady is mine."
After these words were said, Seventeen and Eighteen instantly began to fling a row of beams at the two, alternating hands as they did so. Jotaro and Ripper managed to move to opposite sides, but each of them had a small piece of the side of their tops torn away by the viscious little explosions.
Unfortunately, the beams continued to flow. No energy seemed to be slipping away from the androids as they just continued to fire what seemed like an endless assault. Jotaro finally got tripped up by a row of the beams and rolled over backwards, falling off of the roof and hard on the stone ground below. Ripper too was caught by the beams and slid quite quickly down below, but managed to dig one of his blades along the sides of the wall, preventing an unwelcome crash.
As the androids could be heard stepping to the edge of the roof, they were stopped by a third set of boots that could be heard now slamming right in front of them. A voice then cut through the sound. "Well hello, Seventeen; Eighteen. It seems to me like you have a real problem underestimating the Saiyans, or else I wouldnt be here right now, would I?"