Vegeta's body soaked up the novelty of strengthen power, drinking it deeply as if all his life he was in absolute deprivation. The golden Prince smeared the blood and dust across his face, wiping it clean. Whatever the Androids did before, it won't be strong enough now.
"Transformation, huh,? You're crafty." Seventeen slowly exhales.
"Careful with him," Eighteen hangs back. "No more fooling around with him, Seventeen." Her brother's face of fear had disappeared when Vegeta's eyes gaze back to him.
"You'd be better off listening to your counterpart, Android." Vegeta calls to Seventeen as he sways in place. His eyes, black and dangerous, stare coldly at the cyborg. Vegeta had gone inside his own mind. Letting his energy and power step in and control his body.
"Check it out," The long haired Android shouts to his sister. "A fucking golden monkey. What's he going to do, blind me with his bleached hair?" Seventeen continues with a gleam of cockiness in his eyes. "You're not shit," He calls out with a slight laugh, now returning the glare at Vegeta. "All you managed to do is change colors." The robotic man smirks. "Eighteen, you might as well beat it home. I can handle him."
Eighteen slides behind her brother and pauses. "Just get this over with, okay?"
"Don't worry, it won't take long." The Prince mocks, wearing a grin like a Halloween mask. There wasn't a doubt in Vegeta's mind that he could lose again. With pride beginning to cloud his thoughts he decided he would mess around with the two fools for a while. To size up their power. There was no longer pain nor urgency left in Vegeta. There was only Super Saiyan.
He could get real answers now, from these two. Bulma was the fire that fueled him to push this far. She deserved the vengeance soon to come. After today, Vegeta could finally start living again, with Trunks at his side.
Seventeen shoves his twin away. "Get that stick out of your ass, Vegeta. This time, I won't have any pity left to give when I jam my fist through your thick skull." He says, energy rising with every word, trying to provoke Vegeta.
"Are you done stalling your death yet, machine?" Vegeta asks evenly, soaking in the battle that will soon come.
"Oh, shut up." Seventeen replies, gathering his composure.
Vegeta sails past the Android man and bows his arm out to catch his head under his elbow at such a foreign speed. Without any time to marvel at his new prowess, the Prince pulls his arm up to his chin, pinching Seventeen's neck in his grasp. Karma's a bitch.
"Ack!" Seventeen spits out, weakly clawing at his enemy's arm.
"Back," The Saiyan shouts to his victim's sister. "Stay the fuck back and I might let him live for a few more seconds."
She considers, locking eyes at the twisted snarl on her duplicate's face. Vegeta barely lost any breath in his attack, but Seventeen breathes hard in the grip with his eyes shut. He's not losing oxygen, but Vegeta knows the pain is too much for the machine's sensory system. The Prince was soaking up every bit of this torture.
"All right," She finally says, flashing the Prince her pale eyes. "Take it easy, Seventeen!" She calls.
"I'm willing to crush his cervical vertebrae," The Saiyan says, staring at her with a stern face. He relaxes the clutch on his wife's murderer. Just enough so he can catch a ragged breath.
"Help me, you bitch!" Seventeen manages to cry out to his twin. His breathing sounds like gravel under tires.
For a split second nothing happens.
Eighteen charges forward and swings a kick at her foe. It collides with Vegeta's gripping arm. It should hurt him, but it doesn't. She floats back and notices this change in Vegeta's defenses. The female machine sways back towards him, alarmingly faster than before.
The Prince can tell her limbs are prosthetics, even though she used to be a human. Too strong. At the same time, Seventeen swings and attempts to twist his body out from Vegeta's hold. Each attack, however, is easily deflected off of the Prince, thanks to the help of Super Saiyan speed-boost.
"Hey!" Eighteen cries out when Vegeta catches her ankle with his free hand. In one deliberate jerk, Vegeta wrenches her to the side. The woman shrieks in pain as flecks of her brutal metallic like skin crushes. Still in his grasp, Vegeta flings the Android downwards with a grunt into the ruins of his former life.
His focus shifts to Seventeen struggling beneath his arm. Slowly, Vegeta makes the space between his chest and arm closer together with only the Android's neck keeping them apart.
"Broken necks take such a long time to heal." Vegeta sneers, enjoying the last moments of Seventeen's life. He looks up. The sun is slipping slowly away over the horizon, leaving the clouds bloody. He wanted to make this last as long as can be.
"Fuck you!" The Android utters out like a poisonous mist. Surprisingly blood seeps in gushes out of his face, his lips shaking. On the ground, Eighteen lays limp under crushed debris.
Twenty seconds pass in silence.
"Perhaps I should thank you." Vegeta finally says. "For ending my wife's life quick and in the least bit painful." Vegeta's murderous grin fades into a cold expression of hate. "That's exactly the opposite of what I'm planning for you, coward."
A flash of fear paints Seventeen eyes, knowing he no longer had his sister to back him up. "You should have seen the look in her eyes as I sent the blast her way," Seventeen gurgles out, digging his nails into Vegeta's arm and clenching his jaw. "I don't think I've ever seen that much fear in someone before!" The Android continues, whispering the last word and clearly enjoying it.
"Prepare for your last breath, soon you're just going to be a metal pile of shit!" Vegeta shouts like a wild animal.
I can't hear anymore of this!
"You want to know this last thing she said?" Seventeen coughs out along with blood droplets.
"Shut up. SHUT UP!" The Prince's face reddens with anger as his victim speaks each word.
" 'Vegeta!' " Seventeen retorts with a chuckle, trying to mimic a woman's voice. "Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta!" He taunts with a smirk. "You weren't there to save her, Vegeta. Your woman is dead because of you. You do know that... right?"
...
"Vegeta, there's no way you're stopping me from going to that battle!" Bulma shouted at him, nearly dropping their son Trunks as she leaned forward.
"Don't be so stubborn, woman!" Vegeta countered, locking horns with the smaller azure-haired woman.
"How dare you, I'm not as nearly stubborn as you are!" Bulma stepped forward, still holding their baby, latching her cerulean eyes on his. "I don't want to be stuck here again while you and the others have all the fun!"
Vegeta paused a moment, once again dumbfounded at how robust she was. She always did put up a fight. "Are you as stupid as you sound right now?"
Her facial expression softened and her frown transformed into a smirk. "Fine, Vegeta, don't take me." She said as she turned her back to him. "But you're not going to stop me from going. I have vehicles, you know!"
A vein in Vegeta's forehead bulged itself out. He clearly was going nowhere arguing with his wife. "Don't come crying to me when you get yourself and the brat killed!"
...
Why am I remembering this all now? The Prince thought, coming back from his slip into the past. If only he stayed with her a little longer. If only he put more effort into making her stay. If only he didn't storm off, leaving his last memory of them with an argument.
"I'm so sorry, Bulma..." Vegeta accidentally whispered his thoughts.
Seventeen laughs and Vegeta notices himself letting his defense down. He forces himself to let the flashback go.
"I mean, I'm a big mass murderer, or whatever you call it, but seriously, Vegeta? I wouldn't even let my sister die if I knew I could stop it." The Android sarcastically blurts. "Anyways, I want to ask one thing, Prince. How's that son of yours?"
A body hits Vegeta's like a brick wall and all three of the fighters dive forward. Even though he was Super Saiyan, it was no use unless he was focused, which wasn't now. Instantly, Seventeen escapes from his demise at the first light.
Shit! There is not time for me to daydream! Vegeta scolds himself.
"Oh, that's precious." Says a sickening voice behind him. Eighteen. She must have been faking a knock-out "Vegeta's a daddy!"
Seventeen's just as cold voice follows, "Correction. Was." Laughter uproars on both sides of the Saiyan Prince.
Without meaning to, Vegeta's dark eyes falls down to his broken former life. Capsule Corp.
"Don't be so sadistic, Seventeen. I swear I heard it crying down in that ridiculous looking ship. Sensed the tot, too. He's trying to hide the kid from us." Eighteen dryly throws a tuff of blonde hair over her shoulder.
Oh, fuck me, they're going to try and kill him.
The Prince pivots his body and sends a dual wave of energy blast from his palms towards the pair. Awkwardly, they both drop out from the attack. Eighteen somehow plants a hand into his shoulder and kicks his lower back out.
Struggling to keep her prey still, the female robot shouts to her brother, "Grab his legs, Seventeen. What...? Where the hell do you think you're going? SEVENTEEN!"
Crunch
Seventeen pulls his hand back from the ship's broken glass window. Vegeta was too busy dealing with her that the cyborg slipped himself away down to the wreckage.
"I want to see this brat for myself."
a/n Explaining the last chapter, no Vegeta wouldn't have been able to have been Super Saiyan yet. I say this because in the canon, Future Vegeta was never able to get to Super Saiyan and was killed as he was. And this story takes place in Future Trunk's time. This means the last chapter was the very first time Vegeta would have been able to transform. Merry Christmas, readers c: