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As Ripper mustered up enough strength to successfully flip back on top of the roof, he glanced curiously to the direction of the voice....and found Vegeta standing there, luminous power flowing around him like some kind of steady storm.
Trunks called up from below. "Father!" The Saiyan boy's father above barely acknowledged the sound and continued his speech to the androids. "Now your days on this planet are indeed about to expire...and your warantee can guarantee no safety for your actions."
Eighteen spoke right back to the man. "Do you ever learn anything, Vegeta?" The Saiyan started to laugh past his words as he replied. "I should ask the same of you. Was it beyond your thinking that the power of a Saiyan increases after each and every battle, especially a nearly fatal one like your arrogant brother had revealed to my son and I?"
Seventeen's expression did not move at all, as expected. He just slowly brought up his arm and opened it towards Vegeta. "Heard enough." A wave was then released straight from his palm directly towards the Saiyan, but Vegeta almost instantaneously stuck both of his open palms forward and released a wave of his own that matched almost directly with that of the android's.
Ripper backflipped to the other end of the roof and watched quietly, blinking in a sort of surprised manner. The energy within Vegeta's wave was nothing like energy that had been thrown at these enemies before, and it was truly something Seventeen was to be concerned about.
After staggering back a slight bit, the android wrapped his arms around the joining point of the beams and heaved them both down through the hole in the roof. Trunks, who was looking straight up, alertly powered up into Super Saiyan mode and flew right up through the impact.
After he had reached the level of the roof, he stared directly into Seventeen's cold eyes. "My father's not lying to you, you know. I've advanced just as much." Seventeen smirked a small bit and folded his arms softly. "Eighteen...do put our blabbermouth youngster out of commission."
The female android then smiled happily and started to float over towards Trunks. "Fair enough." The younger Saiyan started to grow impatient with both of these artificial monsters and began his lashing out to Eighteen, forcing her off the roof with a furious punch combo, the lady managing to dodge, but become uneasily overwhelmed nonetheless.
Vegeta then met the vain glance of Seventeen's and heightened his voice. "I'm not going to waste my time toying with you this time." He then clutched both of his fists, dropping them to opposite sides as he flared up into the mode of Super Saiyan as well.
This display of Vegeta's power in no way fell short of his previous dramatic outbursts, and it errupted like some kind of shield volcano that drained down the roof. "Allow me to remind you to take precautions before assuming you'll toss me aside like before, android. Even though your memory files are kept safe, your underestimation will catch up with you as a result of your artificial confidence."
The android standing before him then unfolded his arms and tilted his head back to the sky. "Is your boring two cents almost finished yet?" Vegeta then laughed lowly and snapped into a loose stance. "Have it your way. Here I come!"
Vegeta plowed past the breeze and swung out a fist straight at Seventeen. The android managed to barely act quick enough to stop it and tried to grasp the hand firmly. The Saiyan then threw out his other fist, and the android again managed to grasp hold of that. Now it had turned into a game of mercy to start it off.
Power shifted from both sides, but Vegeta had managed to put more forward, despite the fact that the android's stamina never decreased. It was clear that Vegeta was loaded with life and ready to fight. He leaned even further on the android's grasp, pushing him towards the edge of the roof as he thrusted both closed fists forward.
Then...almost out of nowhere...the entire warehouse below them was struck by something. Everything just seemed caved in below the two fighters, and they quickly released each other's hold and dropped down around the warehouse. After they watched the smoke that shrouded the fallen warehouse, they turned to Trunks and Eighteen, who were still exchanging blows back and forth with the swiftest of speed. Not them?
If not them, it was time to see who. The two then looked past the smoke that now faded...and standing there, holding a large piece of fallen stone above Ayeka's head....was Son Goten. His eyes looked distant and almost in a trance. He seemed to be looking at nothing at all...but something of incredible magnitude was in the air around him; something that seemed to make the man mute and deathly still.