A/N: First of all, I'm really sorry for the lengthy delay. It's been well over two months! Just been so darn busy, with work, training and getting into a "Game of Thrones" reading/writing vibe. But rest assured, I'm still here and although updates may be a bit slower, I'll definitely keep 'em coming!

This here is officially the start of Volume II of this story!

Also be sure to check out the awesome arts for Chapter 48 and 55, kindly illustrated by my good friends Annegoddamn and Sadara-sama (you can see them on my Ao3 page or my DeviantArt page, with the link back to the originals). Thanks so much my friends! :D

So now we commence with the Androids saga. Of course, I'll be doing things quite a bit differently than the canon and won't be going over every single scene, as you're about to see. Anyway, enjoy and be sure to leave your thoughts, my friends! :D

Chapter 56: Deadly duo

Vegeta carefully observed the battle, from atop a stocky crag. Before it had even begun, he'd noticed his rival's heavy breathing pattern. His performance was substandard at best and despite having a clear edge in the beginning, Kakarot soon found himself on the losing end against that corpulent, baby-faced oddity. It was obvious that some time after the tournament, he'd contracted the same virus, prophesied by that mysterious lavender-haired Saiyan. He wasn't anywhere near his best. Incidentally, the Prince was somewhat intrigued by that eerie Ki-absorption technique, employed by Kakarot's mechanical foe.

'Interesting.'

Very soon, his rival was sprawled on the ground, the Android's pale, meaty fingers locked around his throat, as it mercilessly siphoned energy, from the hapless hero. That was when Vegeta finally decided to intervene, launching himself directly into the hotspot and smashing his heel on the Android's cheek.

"It's Vegeta!" Gohan grinned. He and Piccolo were about to step in, but it no longer seemed necessary.

"God, I was wondering when he'd show up." Krillin smiled in relief.

"Kakarot, you idiot!" The Prince gruffly censured, looming over his rival's supine figure. "Who asked you to fight in your condition?! You're not supposed to die, until we finally settle the score, got it?!"

"It's- good to see- that you care- so much." Goku quipped between groans, letting out an agonized chuckle. "Ugh- God." He cried out loud, as he clutched his throbbing chest, having never experienced such acute pain, all his life. It felt as though there were a sharp set of teeth inside his rib cage, chewing away his heart, from the inside.

"Go back home to your harpy wife, where you belong." An unsympathetic Vegeta sneered. "I'll take care of these Androids myself. Once you're fully healed and ready, I'll be dealing with you next."

The older Saiyan punted his rival towards the sidelines, where he was caught by Piccolo.

"Dad, are you okay?!"

"Goku!"

The other warriors gathered around, fussing over their sickly leader, until Yamcha offered to return him to Mount Paozu. He was loath to abandon his friends, but Goku's health and wellbeing was paramount. The rotund Android was ready to give chase, until his taller companion told him to remain afoot, since Goku was clearly not a threat.

"Hmmm, could that truly be you, Vegeta?" The moustached monstrosity that went by the monicker 'Twenty', turned his attention towards the arrogant Prince. "Most interesting that you of all people, would come here to assist these pitiful warriors. According to our database, you were listed amongst Goku's enemies."

"Enemy?" Vegeta was slightly taken aback, by that. "So you've been keeping tabs on Kakarot and his friends, that much is obvious, but clearly your information isn't up-to-date, Android."

"What do you mean?" Twenty frowned.

"You must not know about the battles we fought, on the Planet Namek." Vegeta replied smugly. "That would explain your surprise, when you saw Kakarot transform into a Super Saiyan."

"It makes little difference." The mechanical being snorted. "You must have seen for yourself, just how easily Nineteen dispensed of Goku and now, with his energy safely assimilated inside, you and your friends pose no challenge to him, let alone myself."

"Oh, is that right?" Vegeta sniggered. This thing hadn't a clue that Kakarot was scarcely even a shell of his true-self, when he fought his portly associate. "I'll tell you what. Since you're so overconfident, how about I offer your fatheaded friend some more energy? Surely, that can't hurt." He promptly turned towards Nineteen, who'd long since gotten up. "What do you say, Poppin' Fresh? You want some of this?"

"Vegeta, are you nuts?!" Krillin yelled in alarm, while the Androids gawped at their supercilious, flame-haired enemy. Twenty creased his wrinkled brows, in suspicion. Was Vegeta planning something or was he just plain stupid? Chalking it up to a fortuitous bout of insanity, the taller Android gleefully quirked his lips up. If Vegeta was any bit as strong as Goku, this could most certainly work to their advantage, not that they really needed it!

Nineteen cackled voraciously before pointing his hands towards his foe, palms wide open. He was yearning for the chance to absorb Vegeta's energy.

"Dammit, what on Earth is wrong with this guy?!" Tien snarled. "He's gonna get us all killed."

"He knows what he's doing." Piccolo stated phlegmatically. "Vegeta's many things, but he's not an idiot. You just have to trust him."

"Hmph, you make it sound so easy." The three-eyed warrior scoffed, clenching his teeth.

The Prince cupped his hands by his waist.

"Ka-Me-Ha-Me-"

"So you learned some of Goku's techniques, did you?!" Twenty grinned. "Well, it won't save you now, fool!"

"HAAAA!" The Prince fired the bright blue beam towards his eager opponent. It seemed only fitting that he destroy that robotic pile of trash with Kakarot's signature technique, following the latter's defeat and humiliation.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Nineteen hooted, as he absorbed the laser-like blast, through the scarlet suctions in his palms and consequently felt his energy spiral to unforeseen levels. It was utterly invigorating. Very soon, he would be invincible!

"That's right, enjoy it while it lasts!" Vegeta looked just as jubilant as his stout foe, if not more. "Now let's see if you can handle this, Android! HAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" He promptly shot up to full power, hair turning gold and eyes teal, as an enshrouding flame burst around his strapping figure. In that very instant the blue energy wave's girth quadrupled, the sheer force and intensity behind it, multiplying many times over. Twenty had to do a double take, watching in sheer horror and disbelief, as his companion was dangerously overcharged and blown to smithereens, as a result. Nineteen's head landed right by his feet, a giddy smile still plastered on his fleshy features. The taller Android couldn't help but gulp and back a few paces, as Vegeta took a deep, galvanizing breath and turned his attention towards him.

"Hmm, it seems to me that your associate bit off more than he could chew." The Prince chortled. "What about you? Think you can handle the energy of a full-fledged Super Saiyan?"

Twenty sputtered incoherently, unable to make heads or tails of what had just transpired, before his very eyes.

"So that was Vegeta's plan!" Tien was unable to keep the smirk off his face. "Man, I've gotta hand it to him, that was pretty freaking awesome! He's even stronger than he was at the tournament! Less than ten seconds and poof, that Android was scrap metal! Unbelievable!"

"Touché." Krillin nodded dumbly.

"I- I don't understand it." The mustached Android quavered. "Goku was a Super Saiyan and used that very same technique, but Nineteen was able to absorb it, so how-"

"The answer's simple." Vegeta interjected. "As it so happens, that fool Kakarot was afflicted with a heart-virus, mere moments before this battle." His expression suddenly darkened, opal eyes flooding with blazing vitriol. He didn't show it before, but he was incensed beyond words, at seeing a great warrior like Kakarot, someone he deeply venerated in spite of all their differences, suffer a beating at the hands of such a weak and unworthy sap. "Were he at full strength, neither you, nor your pot-bellied pig of a friend would've stood a chance against him! And needless to say, you stand no chance against me either- unless of course you'd like to prove otherwise!" He ended that last part, with a smirk that dared his opponent to make the first move.

'How did become this strong?!' A dismayed Twenty thought to himself. 'It's not possible! Even if I somehow manage to absorb energy from the others, I doubt it'll be enough. My only chance is to find a means of escape and reawaken Seventeen and Eighteen.'

"You know, I happen to be in the mood for a little game of hide-and-seek." Vegeta axed through his petrified opponent's musings. "So I'm going to be generous and give you a head-start. I suggest you get as far away from me as possible, because after one minute's over, I'm going to hunt you down and grind you to pieces, like I did your fat friend."

Not needing to be told twice, Twenty immediately zoomed into the rocky outcrop behind him. Vegeta had unknowingly opened an avenue for him to reach his lab, where he could unleash the awesome power of the twins. Once the deadly duo awakened from their torpor, these fools wouldn't have a clue what hit them.

"You're letting him escape?!" Tien growled, in anger and disbelief.

"Oh trust me, he won't be getting very far." The Prince assured. He'd been eager to gauge his predatory skills and this seemed like a ripe opportunity, one he was loath to miss. Without a Ki signal to track, he'd have to rely on his other senses and that made the challenge, all the more fascinating.

"To hell with you and your game!" Piccolo growled. "If you're not gonna stop that thing now, then I am!" Just as he was about to make his move, however, Vegeta materialized in front of him, blocking his path.

"I suggest you stay put, Namek." The Prince warned dangerously.

"If he gets away, he's gonna kill more innocent people!" Piccolo snapped. "Or worse, he could find some way to upgrade himself and become even stronger! Do you not realize that saving the planet's more important than your stupid amusement?!"

"Like I said he won't be getting away." Vegeta resolvedly asserted.

"And you're gonna put all our lives at risk, just for that?!" Krillin heatedly argued. "For Heaven's sake, think about Bulma and Trunks! If they've been observing Goku all these years, they obviously know about Capsule Corporation and for all we know, that Android could be heading there, as we speak!"

Even though a minute hadn't yet passed, the bald man's words struck so hard that Vegeta instantly disappeared from sight, in a bid to pursue the wizened machine, the rest of the fighters, not far behind. Dammit, he'd been so lost in the thrill and excitement of it all that he'd forgotten about his family and now began cursing himself for it! At times like these, part of him regretted the attachments he'd formed, since arriving on Earth!

'Darn it, I was sure I would've had more time than this.' The Android thought in frustration, espying his enemies from below. 'I need to find some way to reach my laboratory or else all my plans will have been for nothing.'

XXXX

Nearby, a certain lavender-haired teenager had arrived and stared open-mouthed at the incredulous sight, before him. A battle had raged here, that much was certain, but he couldn't quite identify the pale, sundered head of the Android that lay before him. Why in Heaven's name it was still smiling, he didn't know, but that nightmarish look sent shivers down his spine.

"I can sense father and the others up ahead, but they don't appear to be fighting anyone." He soliloquized, thereafter deciding to fly over to them and learn just what the hell was going on.

A short while later, Gero's eyes widened, as he saw the unidentified stranger join up with the rest of his adversaries. Who on Earth was that?!

"It's you!" Tien gasped.

"Uh- hi." The teen said shyly, before glancing between the rest of them. "What're you all doing here? And who was that other Android I found, back there?"

"What do you mean who?!" Vegeta gruffly replied. "He was one of the Androids you told us about, boy!"

"Uh- w-well- h-he um- wasn't-" Trunks stammered, unable to formulate a complete sentence, owing to the deathly manner in which his father was glowering at him. Suddenly, he caught sight of an airplane headed in their direction and easily recognized the driver. "NO, DON'T COME DOWN HERE!" He frantically yelled, to the top of his voice.

Capitalizing on the moment of distraction, Gero finally decided to reveal himself.

"Celebrate while you can, weaklings!" He boomed. "Once I release Seventeen and Eighteen, you and this entire planet will be a pile of rubble! Ahahahahahahaha!"

He promptly fired a humongous wave of Ki at the approaching vehicle and flitted the scene, using the subsequent cloud of dust, as cover.

Vegeta had managed to save Bulma in the nick of time, holding her tight, while the wide-eyed blue-haired scientist was temporarily frozen, in shock. Oh God, that was much too close, for comfort.

He set her on the ground and pulled her back by the shoulders, assessing her petite figure, for any possible injuries. Seeing none, he breathed an alleviating sigh, before giving her a withering glare.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He yelled, right at her face. Bulma flinched, shutting her eyes, as her poor eardrums were pelted, with each raging syllable. Suddenly, she remembered her baby.

"Oh God, Trunks!" She gasped in horror. "Where's Trunks?!"

It was the purple-haired adolescent who brought the squalling infant forward, handing him over to his mother.

"Oh, my baby." She gushed in relief, cradling the tiny bundle against her chest, before twinkling gratefully at the young man. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Please, it was nothing." The older Trunks waved his hands.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" Vegeta slowly articulated, an undercurrent of fury lying beneath the surface of each prolonged word.

"I- uh- oh yeah!" Bulma suddenly recalled why she'd come here to begin with. "A short while after you left, I was reading a science magazine and happened to come across a profile for none other than Dr. Gero himself. So I had a look and found an approximate location for his lab. I figured I'd come here and tell you guys in person, so maybe you could-"

"YOU CAME ALL THE WAY HERE, JUST FOR THAT?!" Vegeta roared. If this were anyone other than her, he'd have asphyxiated them on the spot. "ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! WHAT IF YOU AND THE CHILD GOT KILLED, THEN WHAT?!"

"Stop fucking yelling at me!" Bulma shrieked back, only for the terrified bundle in her arms to cry louder. "There, there, Trunks. It's okay, baby." She soothed.

"Wait, what're you talking about?" The future-boy asked, trying to ignore all the cuss words being used around his hapless infant counterpart. "Gero's lab? You know where that is? You have to tell us now, so we can stop him!"

"Well, the journal said that it's somewhere in a cave on the outskirts of North City." The heiress replied. "I'm afraid it didn't go into any further detail, but that old guy who shot down my plane, looked just like Gero. Could that maniac have somehow transformed himself into an Android?!"

"Well, from the way he spoke, he almost sounded as if he had a personal vendetta against Goku, so it's safe to assume that that's the case." Piccolo exhaled, before frowning at the lavender-haired lad. "Gero mentioned two others, Seventeen and Eighteen. I'm guessing they're the Androids you spoke of three years ago, when you came here to warn us."

"Yes." The boy nodded. "Wait a second." He suddenly appeared as though he'd been struck by lightning. "If he's going to activate Seventeen and Eighteen, then we have to stop him now, before he has the chance!" The young demi-Saiyan realized that something else was amiss. "Hold up, where's Goku? I don't see him anywhere."

"He's not here." It was Tien who answered. "Unfortunately, Goku contracted that heart virus you told him about, right before battle and Yamcha had to fly him back home. He's in no condition to fight."

"Oh no, that's horrible." Trunks' heart sank. They'd just lost their most valuable player. It couldn't possibly be any worse.

As if sensing his thoughts, Vegeta loured at the young half-breed.

"Oh for God's sake, get ahold of yourself, boy!" He spat. "Who needs Kakarot? He's obviously going to be out-of-commission for a while, so let him sit this one out. I can deal with these Androids myself."

"You don't even know how strong they are!" The boy frantically objected, overwhelmed with an all-encompassing rush of dread, as beads of sweat dappled his forehead. "In the world I grew up in, these things killed every single one of you, except for Gohan. He was the sole survivor, but thirteen years later they got him too! Well, I won't let it happen again, in this timeline! No matter it takes, I'm gonna stop Dr. Gero!"

He promptly transformed into a Super Saiyan and flew full-speed towards North City, while the rest of the crew, save Piccolo, appeared positively dumbstruck at the revelation. This whole time, they were under the impression that the boy possessed some sort of clairvoyant abilities, not that he was- literally from the future.

"Wh-Who is that kid?!" Bulma asked no one in particular.

"There's no point hiding it any longer." Piccolo sighed. "That boy is Trunks, the very same Trunks you're holding in your arms." He pointed towards the babe. Everyone turned their astonished gazes towards the Namekian, completely slack-jawed. "He came back here from the future, in a time-machine, to warn us about the Androids."

"N-N-No way." Bulma stammered and held up her baby, in close scrutiny. "Oh my God, how could I have missed it?! It really is him!" She grinned widely. "I was almost afraid he'd end up looking all grouchy and sullen, like his father, but man. He is smoking hot!"

"That's enough bullshit from you, woman!" The peevish Prince snarled. "You're going back home this very instant and if I ever see you within two miles of a battlefield again, I'm going to chain you up and gag you!" Before Bulma could retort, Vegeta turned towards Gohan. "Escort her and the brat back to Capsule Corporation and make sure they don't fall."

"Sure thing, Vegeta." The demi-Saiyan nodded, in assent. "Come on Bulma, lead the way." He smiled at the blue-haired mother and took to the air. Dithering for a moment, Bulma begrudgingly left the scene, alongside Gohan.

"We need to move, now." Piccolo looked towards Vegeta and the hunt was on.

XXXX

"Wow, I still can't believe that Trunks is gonna grow up, to be so handsome." The bubbly heiress swooned. "I always knew there was something about that kid. The answer was right here, in front of my face the whole time, but I could never place it. And he's such a nice boy too. Come to think of it, he reminds me of you Gohan."

"You think so?" The half-Saiyan raised his brows, flying beside her.

"Oh, for sure." She beamed, earning a grateful smile from the boy. Like her, he felt a really good vibe from the older Trunks.

"He said I was the only one to survive this battle." Gohan suddenly looked perturbed. "What if-"

"Oh no, don't even think that way Gohan!" Bulma softly rebuked. "Things are gonna be a lot different now. They'll stop Gero before he can unleash those deadly machines!"

"I hope so too, but we need to be prepared for the worst case scenario."

"Come on kid, I know how hard it is, but you've gotta think positive." Bulma insisted. "Things are different here, than they were in the- uh- future timeline, or whatever. For one thing, Goku's still alive. Plus, he and Vegeta have been training so hard for the last three years. When those two knuckleheads join forces, there's nothing they can't possibly overcome."

"Okay Bulma." The boy smiled at her, though inwardly he felt a little queasy. The heiress wasn't wrong. Together, Vegeta and his father made for an indomitable pair of warriors, but as of right now, the latter was tragically indisposed. Then again, the other Trunks was a Super Saiyan, plus Piccolo was very powerful too. Even so, if they came at this with all their strength, things would have been far better. Dammit, if only that nasty virus hadn't come along and ruined everything!

XXXX

"So, you're my son, huh?" Vegeta asked, having caught up with the hitherto stranger, from the future. It was hard to believe that he'd actually spawned this boy and he didn't really know how to feel about it. On the one hand, he was deeply impressed by the powers he'd acquired at such a young age, but on the other hand, he was just a lot different than he would've envisioned.

"Oh- uh- yeah." The teen timidly replied, blushing a little. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything before. It's just- I didn't wanna-"

"I wasn't really killed by a pair of robots, in your timeline, was I?" He cut him off, deeply ashamed at the mere thought of it.

"You were." Trunks sighed, in distress. "I was only a year old at the time."

"Kakarot's boy taught you how to fight, didn't he?"

"He did." Trunks let out another dismal sigh, not wanting to think about his dearly departed mentor.

"That probably explains why you're so soft." The Prince snorted. "But, at least you don't hesitate when it comes to killing your enemies, I'll give you that."

"Uh- thanks." The boy couldn't help but smile a little, at the faint praise.

"Your mother raised you all by herself?" As much as he wanted to, Vegeta couldn't quell the feeling of guilt that rose within him. For some reason, he felt responsible for the recklessness of his future counterpart that had left his family in tatters.

"Well, Gohan was sort of like an older brother to me and he used to spent a lot of time with us."

The flame-haired Saiyan wasn't even sure if he wanted to ask the unwanted question that suddenly popped in his mind, but- he felt he had to know.

"Did your mother and him ever-"

"No, no, it was nothing like that." Trunks quickly interjected, with a vehement shake of his head. "I mean, there was the obvious generational gap and everything, plus mom never really got serious with anyone, as far as I can remember. There was no time for that kind of stuff. We spent all our lives running and hiding, from the Androids. Whatever spare time we got, we used it to help survivors, train or work on the time machine." He grit his teeth. "I hate them so much! They're heartless monsters and there's not a thing I can do to stop them!"

"Hmph, we'll see if I can't change that." The Prince was barely able to curb his ire. Those artificial piles of garbage had brought ruin upon his family and even though it had taken place in another reality, he still felt the sting and bitterness, coursing through his veins. It was time to return the favor, time to balance the books. After he finished off those sons-of-bitches here, he'd travel to the future and destroy them in Trunks' world as well.

"Father, I know you wanna fight them, but it's much too great a risk." Trunks said, as though reading his thoughts. "If we let Dr. Gero unleash those things, we won't be able to defeat them, at least- not without Goku around. If worse comes to worst, we need to escape and regroup, once Goku recovers. With the three of us together, there's a good chance we can beat them."

"Tch, you can scuttle off if you want to, but I'm going to pulverize those fuckers, if it's the last thing I do!"

"You can't father, it's not-"

"That's enough out of you, boy!" Vegeta cut in. "A true warrior would rather die than run from a battle! Where's your Saiyan Pride?!"

"Pride?!" Trunks shot back, in a rare fit of anger. "I don't care about pride! Survival is far more important to me than pride! You say you'd rather die than run. But what happens, if you do die?! Who's gonna protect your son and his mother?! They'll spend their entire lives running and hiding, just like we do in my world!"

"I said enough!" The Prince snapped aloud, cowing his son into silence. "You'd be wise not to underestimate my strength, boy!"

By now they'd stumbled upon the secret hideout and flew over to the thick, steel entrance door, able to make out a distinct set of voices inside.

"Now then, Vegeta is on his way here, as we speak." Dr. Gero cautioned. "He was able to destroy Nineteen within mere seconds, so you mustn't take any chances against him. With the two of you working together, you'll be sure to win."

"Working together?" Seventeen jeered. "Sorry Doctor, but that's just not how we roll. We'll take care of Vegeta and his friends, but we'll do it on our own terms, not yours."

"Why you little- I am you creator and you will do as I command or else I will shut you down, for good!"

"Go right ahead." Eighteen laughed, calling his bluff. "But don't come crying to us, when Vegeta blows you to bits."

"Grrrrr." Gero gnashed his teeth, seething at the confounded predicament he found himself in. All of a sudden, there was an explosion at the door and the doctor scowled, as he realized that he'd been discovered.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" The Prince smirked.

"That's them!" Trunks gasped, as his teal eyes locked onto the terrifying twins. "Seventeen and Eighteen! Darn it, we were too late!"

"So you're the ones?" Vegeta frowned. They didn't look all that menacing, what with their juvenile appearances and casual attire, but he'd learned a long time ago that looks could be very deceiving. The amusement vanished from his face, as he realized that the Androids weren't paying him any attention, instead trying to open up some sort of porcelain repository in the centre of the lab. What could possibly be in there?

"No, you must not open that!" The evil doctor demanded, running over to them. "Number Sixteen is not yet fully functional."

"Sixteen?!" Trunks gasped, in horror. "Another Android?! It can't be true!"

Just then Tien, Krillin and Piccolo had arrived, to see Gero futilely urging his 'subordinates' not to unleash Sixteen. Eventually, Seventeen snuck behind the old man, swiping the shutdown remote from the his hand and crushing it.

"How dare you?!" The doctor barked. "I should never have created either of you scoundrels! You're nasty, conniving little- URGH!" Gero yelled in horror, as he saw Seventeen's arm protruding through his abdomen. "What have you done to me?!"

"It's time to put you to rest, you useless old windbag." The youthful Android smirked, before pulling his hand back and launching a jumping roundhouse kick across the back of Gero's neck, a move that instantly rendered him headless. The Z-Fighters could only gawk at the astonishing scene before them.

"N-no, m-my own creation." The doctor cursed his misfortune. "Wh-Why?"

No more was said, as Seventeen leapt forward and crushed Gero's severed head, beneath his shoe.

"Are you done?" The female Android jadedly asked. "I could use a little help here. I'm trying to figure out how to open this thing, without harming the big guy."

"Hmmm, let me take a look." Seventeen sauntered towards the large receptacle.

"If they set that Android free, it will be the end of all of us!" Trunks desperately roared, flaring a humongous globe of Ki in his palms, before firing it straight at the twins. "NOOOO!"

The other fighters rushed for cover, as the entire lab was levelled. However to the young half-Saiyan's dismay, the Android duo remain intact, having leapt away just in time, carrying the large chamber with them, wherein lay their inanimate colleague.

"Foolish boy!" Vegeta growled, at his son. "Did you really think you could finish them, with an attack like that."

"But- but that was my most intense blast!" Trunks cried.

"Then you still have a lot to learn." The Prince sneered. "Now stand aside and leave this to me!"

A/N: As y'all can see, I added my own twists here and there. Some of you may have noticed, but Vegeta's massacre of Android Nineteen was essentially the equivalent of how Goku destroyed Yakon, in the Buu saga. Since Vegeta's stronger here than he is in the canon, I figured that it's entirely plausible and that Nineteen would not have the capacity to absorb energy of that magnitude. And before you ask, Bulma was able to track down the Z-Fighters, by sensing out their Ki (she's a fighter in this story, remember?).

So, next chapter we'll have the epic showdown between the Z-Fighters and the Androids. How do you imagine it'll go down? Please leave your thoughts and hit the review button! We're nearly at 1000 reviews now! Thanks so much for bearing with me, my friends! :D