OPENING THEME:
EPISODE 34:
EPISODE SPECIAL: FROM FRIEZA TO HEART VIRUS TO ANDROIDS PT2
"Are you kidding me, Kakarot!" Vegeta's angry shout erupted Goku out of his trance and he turned away from the dragon with a guilty look.
"What did I do?" he asked innocently.
"You let that monster and his father get away, you incompetent imbecile!" he roared.
"Yeah, Goku," Tien added, "I must say I agree. To give Frieza another chance like that is madness. What if they had come back times stronger?"
"And sometimes, just sometimes, not everyone can be saved," Piccolo added, casting a quick furtive glance at Vegeta, "There's no helping someone who's bent on evil."
"It seems we had a pretty hard time," Yamcha said, trying to ease the tension but he ended in a low drone, "Like being slowly tortured kinda hard time."
"To the point it took us several months in the ER!" exclaimed Krillin, "My damn! That's saying something about just how messed up we got dealt."
"You think maybe that's why he came here," Tien said thoughtfully, "I mean we had three years to prepare for the androids he warned us about. If we had a year off after a mess like that, there's no way that we would have continued training so seriously. Especially after another visit from Frieza."
"So you're saying that he came back to give us a chance to train," Krillin said, "OK, that makes sense. But, what about Vegeta? He had his super saiyan transformation and he did say the androids were pretty much on par with that level."
"Maybe to save Goku's life," said Bulma.
"Or maybe...we should just let the dragon finish off his story!" interrupted the dragon and when all eyes were on him again, he added in a snooty tone, "Just saying."
"Well, I'm not up for this," 18 said and flew off.
Krillin was about to go after his wife but he was stopped by Yamcha, "Give the girl a break. We're about to be told of the story of how she and her brother killed us all and wrecked the world. I mean that's not exactly a treat to the ears."
"Yeah, you're right," he admitted sadly.
Clearing his throat to regain full attention, the dragon continued, "The androids 17 and 18 were awaken by the doctor but after a heated exchange they decided to kill him."
"Now arise, children," Dr. Gero said, his eyes wide with expectation as the lids of the metal containers lifted, "I'd rather not do this but I've got no choice - they're on to me."
"Well, hello doctor," greeted 17 in a monotone as he withdrew from the confines of his container.
"It's been a while," 18 said as she approached the doctor but her next words sent the old man into a panic, "But don't think you'll be taking our memories again."
"What?" Dr. Gero started, "But, how would you - how could you possibly know this?"
"Simple, doc," explained 17, "I stored it all on this here memory drive." He eased up his left sleeve to reveal a small, flat circular device on his wrist. Peeling it off with ease, he waved it teasingly before the doctor whose eyes were following with intense dread. "Had these bad boys on since last we were up and about. And it worked like a charm. We know a whole damn lot and we're not too happy about any of it."
"Give me that," Dr. Gero said and made a grab for the device but he was much too slow.
"Or what?" 18 said casually as she drew closer. Between her thumb and index finger laid the memory drive and the friction she created as she rubbed against it caused the device to fall in tiny specks. Smirking, she gave no warning as a swift arm retrieved the remote that was firmly secured in the doctor's grasp. With ease, she snapped it in half and tossed it aside. "You'll blow us up?"
"Damn it!" snapped the doctor, "The personality reprogramming was an utter failure!"
"Aw!" mocked 18, "And you call yourself a genius!" With a steady strike, her hand made contact and sunk deep into the doctor's neck. With a tug, she pulled on metal and wiring and sparks erupted. "We know about what you've done to yourself, too. What we don't understand is why."
"To live, obviously," he responded.
"And since when being turned into machines was living!" 18 yelled, "You sick, twisted man! You have tinkered with my body for the last time."
She charged a sizeable blast and aimed for the man's heart and she watched in satisfaction as the scraps littered the floor of the lab upon impact. Backing away, the doctor begun pleading, "Please, you don't understand! If I fail then my people all die."
"You mean the pathetic army, doc," 17 said, with a malicious smirk, "To be honest, we couldn't care less."
"No," Dr. Gero screamed, "It was never for the army! Don't you brats understand! Why would I have succumbed to do what I did to your sister - for the army? It was for a much bigger plan! A much bigger purp-"
The doctor's rant was cut short as he looked around in wonder at the now revolving room. He had felt many things but this new sensation was beyond uncanny.
"Oh, look," 17 smiled, "All that power went to your head. And I've just cured you, doctor."
"No!" yelled the doctor but he was put to a permanent silence under the pressure of 17's foot.
"So now what, sis!" he said, grinning from ear to ear, "We're finally free. After all these years."
"We were orphaned and created to kill some guy by the name Goku Son, right?"
"So you're saying you actually want to go fulfill the mad man's orders? Doesn't sound like you."
Looking away, her voice suddenly became soft, "I don't even know who I am - if I am. I feel more like a machine than anything else. And the only thing that kept my humanity alive, he took him and ripped him open right in front of us. And for what?"
Seething, 17 lost his composure, "I hate what he did to you, sis. Whatever it is you want to do, I'm all in 1000%."
"I want to explore our talents," she said, returning to her callous demeanour.
"And I second that."
Charging blasts in the palms of his hands, he leapt with such force that he burst through not only the metal ceiling but the outer rocks of the mountain that contained the lab. With his sister by his side, he released and in a matter of seconds, the entire mountain top succumbed to a fiery end.
"How about some shopping?" she asked coyly.
"How 'bout we just go straight to this Goku guy, huh!"
"I at least want to look good while torturing the guy. Do we have any money, though!"
With a cold laugh, he responded, "You've got to be kidding me. Who the hell can stop us from walking right in and taking stuff? Come on, think. You still have a brain, don't ya?"
She was so in awe of how true his statement was that she was at a loss for words.
"So, shall we go have fun!" 17 said, his aura flaring about him.
"Absolutely," she agreed. And they sped off at top speed.
Merrily humming along to a tune on the radio, Chi-Chi was busily preparing the table for three. The tantalizing scents of home-cooked food filled the household. Making her way from another trip to the kitchen, she was carrying a large platter of goodies. Her eyes were closed as she swung her head from side to side but she was forced to an abrupt stop. Looking up to find out what it was she butted into, she screamed but it was drowned out by the shattering of the ceramic as it collided with the floor.
"Hi, there," 17 greeted with a smile.
Getting over her initial surprise, Chi-Chi launched into a rant, "How dare you just walk into people's homes like that! Have you no courtesy! You're the kid with the blond bimbo causing trouble all over North City but trust you me - you've come to the wrong house." She settled her stance into a fighting position, ready to strike.
The boy ignored her and took one of an assortment of apples laid out in a small basket on the table. Chi-Chi released a powerful kick but she was left in awe when her foot was caught with ease. He threw her to a spin before she came to a hard landing.
"That was a lucky shot!" she shouted. Full of life, she charged towards him and released a strike to his neck. She cried out in pain when she found herself in a chokehold.
"What?" she whimpered, "What do you want?"
"Simple. I just want to know if Goku can come out and play."
He threw her to the floor and watched her grimaced for a while.
"Where is he? We will like to have a word with him."
"We?" Chi-Chi muttered but she caught on when a woman came in from behind.
"Now tell us," 18 said, her blue eyes sparkling with glee, "Where is this Goku Son?"
"He's dead," she answered.
"What?" the boy shouted, "Dead! That son of a -"
"Do you have any idea what we've been through," the girl shrieked.
"What's the whole point of it all if he's already dead! This is total BS!" seethed 17.
"What Dr. Gero did to me is unforgivable," 18 shared.
"Hey," 17 said, admiring the place setting, "Who else is invited to breakfast?"
"My son and my dad," Chi-Chi responded, "But please don't hurt them! Just take what you want and leave!"
"We can't exactly do that. You're his wife, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes."
"And the kid's his, am I right? Where is he now?"
"He's outside. He'll be home soon."
"Well, then," the boy said as he pulled up a seat, "I guess we'll wait."
"What are you getting at?" 18 asked.
"Simple, 18. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He must have collected all those saiyan cells for a reason - I'm certain the kid is as much a saiyan as this Goku."
"And what if you're wrong?"
His grip on the apple intensified and in seconds it exploded under pressure. He cried out in rage, "We were built for a reason. And by hook or by crook, we will execute this reason."
"But...it was only ever Goku -"
"Oh, yeah! We're weapons now and I for one, want to be useful."
Catching on, 18 smiled, "I see, 17. I agree. We've been locked away for too long. It's this damn world's fault for causing the pain I've been through - and the world will have to pay."
"Right. Starting off with the saiyan boy. My database has records of him putting up pretty impressive fights over the years for his age. If you take a look too, you would understand why I think he'll be a good replacement to this Goku."
A loud rumbling erupted and 17 looked down in surprise.
"Damn this doctor. The bastard still has it that we get hungry, 18."
"Yeah, I was wondering why I felt so funny." She turned to Chi-Chi and with an authoritative hand, she ordered, "Now serve me, you brunette bimbo. Didn't think I heard that one, did you?"
Obeying, Chi-Chi got to her feet and hurriedly served them.
"Brunette bimbo? That's the best you could come up with?"
With a shrug, she responded, "Well - she started the name calling."
"You can eat, too, Mrs. Son," cooed 17 halfway through their hurried meal.
Chi-Chi shook her head but after being greeted by a fire ball embedded within the girl's palm, she was forced to take part.
"That was nice. You're a great cook, Mrs. Son," 17 said, dabbing his mouth with the edges of the orange scarf he wore around his neck, "Hits the spot after years of not going off of anything but brake fluid."
Chi-Chi forced a smile on her face.
"Sorry I'm late, Chi-Chi, but you wouldm't believe this," the Ox King said as he entered the room, "The little man's out training with Piccolo somewhere out by South City. And then he was saying something about-" He came to a stop when he noticed the unfamiliar guests.
"You heard the guy," 17 said, turning to his sister, "Let's bounce."
With a nod, they flew past a baffled Ox-King.
"Gohan, no!" cried out Chi-Chi, running in pursuit but she was held back by her father.
"Gohan's a tough kid. I hardly doubt some runts would be anything to him, right Chi?"
"That's just it - I don't even think those things are even human." The tears in her eyes confirmed her devastation and her father was moved to wrap comforting arms around her.
"No, Gohan, you always overthink," Piccolo shouted as he manoeuvred his way around a quick round of punches. When he was finally hit in the jaw, he exclaimed, "Damn, kid. You've got to learn to control your anger."
"Sorry, Piccolo," Gohan said, his aura disappearing.
"Don't be. You did good."
"Aw, don't stop now," cooed 17 from behind them.
Gohan's happy facade quickly turned to worry when he noticed the newcomers.
"Friend of yours?" Piccolo asked.
"No. They're the criminals that's been terrorizing North City," Gohan said.
"Hey, would you look at that!" exclaimed 17, "You just recognised us, didn't you? Ain't that something? A kid who actually watches the news." He laughed.
"You guys can fly?" asked Gohan, marvelling that they were floating high up in the air just as he and Piccolo were.
"Yep, kiddo, we sure can! But we want a test. You're about as strong as your Dad, eh, li'l kid?" asked 18.
"We just want to know what we're capable of. We came searching for your Dad but we'll take you instead," 17 added.
"What does my Dad have to do with the likes of you?"
With a fierce kick, Gohan was sent sailing to the city below.
"Let's find out," 18 said with a smirk as she followed.
17 was about to join but he was stopped by a firm grip.
"What the hell was that for?" Piccolo asked.
"Fun," he amswered matter-of-factly. Noticing Piccolo's confused expression, he emphasized, "Y'know. Fun! That thing you do when you're not being bored or forced to sleep for years."
"Look, kid - what you did was nonsense. If you want some training, wait in line!" barked Piccolo.
"Well, I don't wanna wait, Piccolo!" he said.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"No, but we know you. Dr. Gero, our maker, took some of your cells as well when you went out there and died for the little runt. Yeah, we know quite a bit."
Piccolo could not believe what he just heard. Was it possible that these strangers knew about the fight with the Saiyans?
"Who is Dr. Gero?"
"Ah, you know - pretty darn sure he was caught up with the Red Ribbon army. Probably survived when that Goku guy attacked and then he went ballistic creating us, the perfect warriors, to defeat him at all costs."
Piccolo could not help but to smile, "You're quite the talker. You're just a young man."
"No, I only look like one," he said coolly. His aura flared about him, expanding greatly.
Piccolo looked on stunned.
"You can't sense me, can you?"
"But, how is that even possible?" Piccolo asked.
"Dunno," 17 responded, "We can't sense power either. It would've been kinda cool to do so, though - guess the doc couldn't figure that one out. Totally useless. That's why he was our first kill. It was pretty darn sweet, I must say."
"Who are you really?" Piccolo demanded.
"You can call me 17 and she would be 18. Why 17 and 18? Well, apparently some androids were made before us as testers. Dunno. There's only so much info I could store. I mean, it's only so many gigabytes."
"Androids?" a new voice questioned.
They turned to face Gohan.
"Hey, buddy, you're still in tact. That's awesome!" 17 said excitedly.
"Did you hear all of it, Gohan?"
"I sure did, Piccolo."
"I'm not through, kiddo," 18 said, appearing from behind him. Before Piccolo could give the warning, she had elbowed Gohan which sent him to the depths of the waters nearby. She crossed her arms, waiting impatiently for his return.
Piccolo responded with a rapid fire of multiple bursts of energy to his left and to his right. When the smoke cleared, he was taken back to not only see them in perfect condition but circles of blue light about them.
"Is that a force field?" he asked.
"Pretty neat, huh," 17 said, "But I promise I won't use it again."
17 dashed forward and Piccolo found himself in the midst of a vicious back and forth.
Krillin quickened his pace upon recognising a familiar figure in the distance. Having caught up, he once again returned to flying at a leisurely pace.
"It sure feels strange without him, huh?" Tien said solemnly.
"Yeah, but you got to say he's had it all!" Krillin said cheerfully, "I think in the end that's all that matters."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he accomplished a helluva lot."
"Ah! Yep, he sure was powerful. Couldn't have been more grateful for that. Never would have guessed that kid that gave me a hard time, would have turned out so...awesome."
"Not just that - look at his life! He married a great woman and raised a son who absolutely adores him."
Tien shot Krillin a wondering stare, "Don't think I've ever heard you say anything like that about Chi-Chi before."
Krillin giggled. "Well, she is great - she's beautiful, she's a fighter and she knows how to keep someone like Goku in line."
"Yeah! I feel you on that one there."
"Sorry that your marriage didn't work out like you would've hoped but you will still raise a great son of your own," he said determinedly, giving his friend the thumbs up.
"Yeah, but two days out of a week under strict supervision - I wouldn't call that raising my son. I call that being treated like a child myself. I mean damn - 'He doesn't like this, he eats only these foods'. I think I would've figured it out sooner or later, right?"
"Man, that's rough! But you're here - alive. You've got to be grateful for that."
"I am. More than you will ever know. To think I wouldn't have even known about him at all."
"Yeah, that's why I can't get why we can't wish back Goku too."
"It seems like a strange rule if you ask me."
"Yeah, but he died of a disease, pretty much nature's way of saying it's your time."
"But what if you die from a fatal disease long before it's your time - it just seems strange, y'know. And I have to say, there was nothing natural about seeing him suffering like that for weeks." A grim smile eased on his face, "Our Goku, reduced to the greatest battle of his life in a hospital bed. To think it was only weeks because of all the meds. Up to now, Bulma's finest and best can't figure out how one completely new disease could start and end in only one man."
It became silent between the two for a moment as Krillin's face scrounged up as he was deep in thought. His eyes shone with determination and he finally spoke up. "It's been four months since we've woken up Shenron, maybe we could ask him about it for surety. With rules like that, I wouldn't be here talking to you right now. I mean, I did die twice after all. Good ol' Porunga!"
"Yeah, good ol' Porunga!" Tien said, his countenance relaxing into a smile but a second later he was alarmed.
"What's up, bud?"
"Can't you sense it? It's Piccolo!"
"The guy's just training like he always does, no biggie."
"No, Krillin. I've trained with him a time or two and he's not one to pump up his strength unless it means business."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Well, alright. Let's go check it out."
Their rapid fire trek across the skies came to an abrupt end upon sighting Piccolo who was entangled in an all-out battle with a stranger.
"Hey, how come we can't sense her?" asked Krillin, turning to face the blond as she floated in mid air off to the side, watching the fight intently.
"Dunno," Tien admitted, "But the guy's fighting Piccolo and we can't sense him either."
"Be careful guys. These two are not what they seem." Piccolo withdrew from the battle, his clothes torn and his breathing heavy.
"Hey, look, its Gohan!" Krillin shouted upon seeing bright light from the water. As foretold, the boy emerged but he made his way for the girl. He threw her to the city below with a heavy punch and went after her.
"What the hell is going on here?" demanded Tien, "Don't think I've ever seen the kid so riled up."
"I'm not holding back any longer," yelled Gohan as his aura surged and flashing yellow intermittently. He dashed forward and connected a powerful fist on the side of the girl's face and followed it up with heavy punches and kicks.
"Whoa! Is that Gohan's power now!" Krillin exclaimed, "Maybe we shouldn't have been slacking off."
"There's no time to worry about that," Piccolo said as 17 approached, "I'm gonna need you guys to give me a hand here."
"But three against one?" asked Krillin, perplexed, "Seems unfair."
"What's unfair is that these androids are packing ridiculous amounts of power and we don't have a means of gauging their strength," Piccolo said.
"But I'm not in the mood for fighting today, though," Krillin whined.
Noticing Piccolo's façade, Tien caught on, "No, Krillin. These guys mean business. They're trouble."
"Trouble?" asked 17 mockingly, "Ouch! That hurts." He released a blast in Krillin's direction to which he barely dodged in the nick of time.
"OK. Now I'm serious," Krillin said determinedly. And with that they found themselves caught up in a whirlwind of efforts to hit him.
"Dammit! You should've been worn down by now," Piccolo said, as he increased the speed of his punches.
"Well, maybe I'm not built to be worn out," he responded coolly.
In a fit of rage, Piccolo appeared behind the boy and fired off his special beam cannon. He made contact and the boy fell. They followed and soon alighted in the ruined city.
"Oh, man. Look at this mess," Tien said, frowning at the chaos about them.
"Yeah but did that justify killing the guy, Piccolo," Krillin said.
"Is that Gohan I'm sensing?" Yamcha said, appearing behind them, "Damn, Piccolo. I think you've been pushing the kid way too hard!"
"Not me, I assure you. He's the one who's been doing the pushing - he feels as though he needs to replace Goku."
"The kid sure is impressive! There's no way that machines could match up to that!" Tien exclaimed.
"Machines?" asked Yamcha, "What do you mean exactly?"
The answer never came when the trio dashed off. He grumpily tagged along.
"Hey, buddy. Calm down. It's all over," Krillin said, tiptoeing behind the little boy.
Reluctantly, Gohan withdrew from the onslaught he was dishing out. His aura relaxed as the girl fell but he was still seething.
"That was so not cool!" The response came from behind. It was 17, busily brushing off the dirt on his jacket.
"How the hell?" Piccolo exclaimed, "You should have a hole in the middle of your head!"
They marvelled at the boy but were even more impressed when the girl arose, wearing not a single scratch.
"Yikes!" Yamcha cried out, "How did the babe withstand that?"
"You think I'm a babe?" she said, flipping her hair playfully. She noticed Krillin's deep blush and drew closer to him. Bending down, she eased a kiss on his cheek, "You're kinda cute. How about you be my new boyfriend and we'll forget this whole thing."
"Um...yeah, sure," Krillin said shyly, scratching the back of his head, "What are your digits?"
"18."
"What am I, chopped liver?" Yamcha said, "Out of all the guys here, come on, who do you really want?"
Making a landing amongst them, Vegeta looked around with great disdain.
"Welcome to the party. I like," 18 said playfully, stepping away from Krillin and now making her way to Vegeta.
"Oh, no, not him!" Yamcha said, sulking like a school boy.
"Hey, um - 18," Krillin called after her, "I thought I was your boyfriend. You don't want that guy, trust me. He's living with his ex and they're raising a baby together. Do you really want that kind of baggage!"
"All I said was I like. You're not the jealous type, are you?" She gave him a wink and he blushed bright red once more.
"You men sicken me," Piccolo said as Tien shared his sentiments, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Vegeta barked.
"Well, what a way to introduce yourself," 18 said, drawing nearer.
Ignoring the girl, he turned towards Gohan with a proud smile, "Well done, boy. I sensed your power all the way at home."
"Yeah, I had to check it out myself," Chiaotzu said, making a landing behind Vegeta.
"Um, thanks," Gohan said sheepishly.
"Perhaps, I would show you some pointers, if you like. Let's have a go at it," Vegeta said coolly, preparing himself in a warrior stance.
"You mean fight you, right now?" asked Gohan in alarm.
"What!" snapped 18, "You're fighting me, hot shot!"
"And you are?" Vegeta asked, "I have no problem hitting a woman so don't push it."
"Well then, do your worst."
"I do believe I was clear the first time. I want to fight the boy, not yo-" he said calmly but he was interrupted by a roundhouse kick to the face that sent him sailing.
"Krillin," Piccolo started, "I've got an idea."
"Yeah, sure. Anything. Just didn't figure you to know about picking up ladies, that's all."
"No, you idiot. To defeat them."
"Oh," 17 said appearing before them, "How so?"
"Charge up your Destructo Disk and fire when I say," Piccolo said, "Come now Tien, Chiaotzu, Yamcha - you and me."
"Right," they said in unison and the quartet worked together in battle against 17.
Krillin obeyed and soon a spinning disk of light hovered overhead as he controlled it with his opened palm.
With the battle making its way away from the scene, Piccolo finally yelled the signal.
Hesitating, Krillin released the attack. He realised that Piccolo used the battle as a means of distraction so as to get to the girl. A great plan if only he didn't have perfect access - he could easily take her head off.
"You fool!" yelled Piccolo when he saw the girl evade the attack.
"Well, it got her," Krillin said when he noticed blood.
"You were to kill her!"
"But I - I couldn't - I just can't bring myself to take another life no matter the costs. The simplicity of the good man is hard to follow. The simplicity of the evil man is easy to follow."
"It ain't evil if she's a robot," Tien said.
"Yeah, well, look at what happened. Never seen a robot draw blood before!"
"What did you do to her!" 17 cried out. He went out towards his sister as she laid clutching at her neck.
"Damn!" she remarked, "Apparently we can still feel pain."
17 smiled when she removed her hand to show a scratch but he faced the warriors with vengeful wrath.
"This means war!"
Pouncing forward, the twins ignited a gruesome battle and it was evident that they could not win. Even Vegeta's super saiyan form did nothing much to everyone's dismay. They were all left in a sorry state, breathing harshly and bearing several telltale wounds. There was nothing more that any of them could do now.
"You don't have to do this," Krillin begged as he looked up helplessly at the growing blast in the girl's palm.
"And why is that?" she snapped.
"You don't have to kill."
"But that's what I was made to do," she said and finally released the blast that struck him in the heart.
"Krillin!" yelled Gohan, tears springing to life, "Why did you do that!"
18 turned to the boy, with another blast in tow.
"Come on, now - leave the kid out of this," Yamcha pleaded, struggling to his feet.
"We'll kill who we like," 17 said, and with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed hold and flipped Yamcha high into air and released a blast to his head. The body landed with a loud thud and he could not help but to smile proudly at his handy work.
"Come on Chiaotzu, you and me, bud," Tien said. A quick look at Yamcha and Krillin moved him to tears. He retained a sturdy stance despite his worn state. He positioned his hands in preparation to perform the Tri-Beam attack. Chiaotzu followed suit forming his own blast and soon their attacks were woven into one. It hit 18 on the side of her face but the only repercussion was that the blast meant for Gohan was now swung towards them. She laughed to see them fall to their ultimate defeats, steam sizzling off of their still bodies.
"Can't believe the doc wanted the cells of these punks," 17 said.
"Stand back, Namekian," Vegeta said, finally back on his feet again, "Go now and get the senzus. I'll hold them off."
Piccolo picked to the skies but in a split second he was down again. He was pierced with a blast to the heart. Vegeta was caught between shock and horror at the sight. Piccolo was meant to be their saving grace.
"That's what killed your father my database showed. But he was too proud and blew himself up. Just wanted to prove the theory. Can't regenerate when your entire heart has been vaporized, can you?" 17 looked into the eyes of his victim, watching with glee as the life drained from his eyes.
"Piccolo!" cried out Gohan. He ran towards him but an oncoming blast from behind was headed his way. There was no time to think far less to move out of the way but somehow the blast never connected. A blinding mess of debris erupted as he was tossed far off into the distance.
Vegeta fell to his knees, his hand slumped down after the last of his sneak attack faded, wearing a smile on his face, "So this is how I finally go - saving Kakarot's son." His heavy breathing slowed as he fell flat, blood oozing out of the perfect circle torn straight through his torso.
"Where did the kid go?" asked 18 nonchalantly, looking around.
17 shrugged, ignoring the gruesome aftermath of his finishing blow to his latest victim like it were nothing. He alighted next to his sister, joining her in a search for their missing victim.
"Who cares. These morons were so weak in comparison to us. If he isn't dead now, he will be soon, I promise."
"So now what?"
"I enjoy the sounds of terror from these pathetic humans. Let's massacre this island bit by bit."
"We have the power to annihilate this entire planet," she said, "Why bit by bit?"
"OK, so we destroy everything - then what? The fun's over. I was hoping we'll mess up a place or two and by next year they will rebuild and we come back again. We could have this world in perpetual dismay."
A silence passed over them before he spoke again.
"The truth is sis, I'm afraid of what's to come when we die. Hell must be an extra special place for us now that we're not even human anymore."
"I don't even think there's an afterlife for us anyway," she said, "I suppose this is all we've got to live for!"
"That's a tragic story," Master Roshi said thoughtfully but added in glee, "Now we're through with that. I've got me a wish!"
END THEME:
PREVIEW OF NEXT EPISODE
"Chrissi B here! Were you expecting someone with green scales and a snout?"
The dragon is busily finishing up his popcorn.
"So while he's at it, I just wanted to get a chance to ask if you guys enjoyed my Episode Specials. I tried to match up lines from the show and added some of my own. Also, I tried to tie back in what we've learnt about what happened from Future Trunks - like about how he knew the exact spot and time Goku would land, why the androids attacked South City first and even using the order in which the warriors died. And now, without Goku or even Shenron to interrupt...
See you NEXT TIME ON DRAGONBALL SUPER: ZUNOU KNOWS: MORE SECRETS ARE REVEALED"
END CREDITS: Author/Creator of the DBZ series and characters: Akira Toriyama
Author/Creator of this Story/Series; Creator of the story of what originally happened in Future Trunks' timeline (and I thank Shenron for his beautiful storytelling skills!): Chrissi B (c) 2023