"You will not hurt him." Vegeta assures, loud enough for the Android below to hear.
Smack. The next second Eighteen has her arms clasped under his shoulders in a headlock. She wasn't going to let go until he was dead. Strands of her hair cling to the blood on her face. Her teeth clench. Vegeta could now tell she wasn't in her little imperious act anymore. She was pissed off.
With no hesitation, the Prince raises his right foot and sends it straight behind him on her knee joint. As her arm rises to brace him back, Vegeta yanks the two of them forward, slowly trying to wrench the bitch off him.
The Android cries out. She can't hold him down much longer.
"Don't move a muscle or he'll blast the brat to pieces!" Eighteen mutters through her teeth. An edge of desperation in her voice.
That finally get's Vegeta's attention. They had an advantage. A threat. By now Eighteen had them lowered to the ground, still holding tight on her victim.
No one speaks.
A cry comes from the ship. Trunks. The extraneous noise was such a dorky sound for the kind of violence that was going on around it.
"Oh fuck, Vegeta," Seventeen says. "If there was one thing that grinds my gears the most, it is crying babies. Ugh."
"Yeah. Just bullshit around, Seveteen, while I hold back ten fuck-tons of anger from ripping your head off!" His sister hollers behind Vegeta with any trace of composure gone.
"Shut up," Seveteen scolds. He begins to slowly walk to Vegeta, now crumbled on his knees, making Eighteen's experience with him as worse as possible. "Now, Prince, be a good little monkey while I go in and get your little son," He continues with a smirk curved on his face. "You know, I won't hesitate to kill a baby. I've done it a hundred times."
With the cyborg's face inches away from his, Vegeta spits in it. "Fools. I'll enjoy the day when we see both of your dead bodies lying at our feet." Nothing changes on the Prince's face as he speaks his last word.
Seventeen's face flushes with anger and swipes the spit from his face.
"'Our'?" Seventeen murmurs with his fists clenched, fighting the urge to punch the Saiyan's face in. He receives no reply from the Prince. "Do you really plan on being alive after today, Vegeta?" The Prince grunts as a pain lances through his stomach when Seventeen's fist comes in contact with him. The blow throws Eighter's hair back into her face. But she does not let go of Vegeta.
The back of Vegeta's neck goes cold as a throbbing pain washes over him. Finally, Eighteen lets go of the Prince and he falls to his knees, his fingers curled over the dirt. He holds himself and does not struggle as more blows and kicks from the cyborg stagger him. Through the haze of sweat, blood and anger, the Saiyan stays focused on the only important task: Saving his son.
The beating takes a pause. Seventeen reaches out, and clamps a hand down on Vegeta's hair, yanking his head up so both men met eye to eye. "Tell me, now: There's another reason why you're so riled up on keeping your brat alive, isn't there? Other then the fact he is your brat."
He was right. There was more to the plan than to just keep Trunks alive. It was vengeance. From the time the cowardly son of Kakarot's, The Prince saw how strong a half-blood could become. Powerful bastards. Vegeta's plan was simple: Raise the boy until he was seventeen years old with every second of those years training. Training for the day where the Androids fall.
Vegeta knew of the fact that even a four year old Gohan was more powerful than his adult father. Only four years old and he was a danger to the universe.
If only that control freak of a mother let Gohan train when he was meant to there would be no telling how much power he potential could have had. Vegeta thought. I'm not making that foolish mistake.
"I am capable to break you, Saiyan. Just as you but on a greater scale, my body remembers any damaged done to me. And it will use that information to rebuild myself even stronger," Seventeen says. " Don't go celebrating or whatever you apes do just because you gave me a little beating. I can easily recover." He allows a moment for his words to sink in, but absorbs no satisfaction. The only response is Vegeta's long breaths and heaving chest. He continues."I want to kill you today, Prince, and read it about it in the news papers tomorrow. But I can tell you've got more to offer. Like your son," Seventeen glances back at the ship. "And with you being dead, well then, that wouldn't get me anywhere. So I'm willing to barter a deal with you, Daddy."
The Saiyan Price is silent for a long moment, brows furrowed. There is only the sound of crying from inside the ship. Finally, he responds, "In less than sixteen years the two of you will cease to exist."
Neither of them respond. Seventeen's face darkens and a finger steadily taps on his crouched knee as he considers. "You think that baby boy in there could destroy us?" Eighteen speaks past him. "We've murdered millions. What makes you think that, ape?" Vegeta could tell she wasn't understanding like her brother was.
The machine man takes a measured breath. "Deal, Vegeta. I'll play your game."
Vegeta is silent, surprised at the response.
"Whatever you want, Your Majesty. I'll let you raise 'Vegeta jr.' and see what you got." Seventeen says, clearly approving it as a challenge. He stands up.
"What is this? We're letting him go?" Eighteen uncrossing her arms and throws them down to her sides.
He ignores her. "We'll finish this another day."
a/n* This chapter might not be as well written, enough though, thanks for reading. I'll be wrapping this fic up in the next chapter or two and continue with Changeling Child c: