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(A/N: Things are going to get very intense now.)
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Chapter 46: The Last of the Androids
The masked man laughed. "About darn time you'll figured it out. Honestly, the name I gave you was a dead give away. You city folk really are slow."
Reaching up, he removed his mask. Trunks' eyes narrowed at the familiar face of 13. He was the same as he was in the past, and Trunks kicked himself for not realizing it. As a last adjustment, 13 took of his jacket to reveal that it was inside out. Putting it on properly, the Red Ribbon Army logo was seen on it. Now it made sense. He hadn't been suppressing his power, it just couldn't be felt.
Fanning out his white hair, he grinned at 18. "So, I reckon this makes me yer adoptive big brother."
"I hereby disown myself from the Gero family." 18 told him.
13 chuckled. "Aw, now don' be sayin' that. You don' want the last words you have with me to be harsh now, do ya?"
"What are you doing here?" Trunks demanded from the sideline.
The announcer glanced at Trunks. "Hey now, don't bother them. The battle is still in progress."
13 just waved it off. "Aw, it's all right, I don' mind none. The lad's just curious." He turned to Trunks. "Well, you see, son, I was programmed for world domination and to kill Goku. Seein' as one of them there objectives is done, I reckon you can figure out what my intentions are. This here tournament is me makin' myself known to the world."
Trunks' fists clenched. He remembered facing 13 when he had gone back in time. Were 14 and 15 on the loose as well? How long had 13 been around? He had destroyed Dr. Gero's lab months ago, meaning 13 had to have been created before then. But then where had he been all this time? And why only now was he coming out?
Such questions didn't occur to 18. The moment 13 stated that he was bent on world domination, she considered him an enemy. "I won't let you." she told him.
"You ain't got much choice, little lady. I'm a lot stronger than you."
18 smirked, moving a strand of hair out of her face. "Is that so? Lets see."
She fired a powerful blast of energy. 13 just grinned and held up his hand to catch it. He did so, and the attack soon vanished in his hands, much to 18's surprise. 13 grinned and motioned for her to try again.
"Care to try that again, missy? Come on, give me everythin' you got."
18 glared at him. "Fine, then, take this!"
She fired off several more blasts of energy. 13 held up his hands and the blasts of energy disappeared. The lack of damage infuriated 18 and she began firing faster and stronger blasts.
Trunks watched with a feeling of foreboding. Something about this was ringing a bell. And then suddenly it hit him. "18, stop firing!"
She stopped, glancing at the saiyan. "What?"
Trunks looked carefully at 18's final energy blast. Once it hit 13's hands, it didn't disappear, it was sucked into his body through strange red devices in the center of his hands.
"Energy absorbers!" Trunks cried.
"That's right." said 13. "Energy attacks won't work on me. They'll only make me stronger."
So that was the secret. 13 hadn't been rendering his opponents unconscious by simply touching them. He'd been sucking out their energy, draining them of their strength until they passed out.
But wait, the 13 he had fought in the past hadn't had the ability to absorb energy. So how was it this one was able to do that while the other one couldn't?
'Time displacement!' he realized. 'The change in time has caused a change in his design, just like the appearance of 16 and 19 when I went to the past.'
18 growled in annoyance. "So he can absorb my energy. That's just great. Guess I'll have to tear him apart."
13 laughed. "You ain't strong enough for that. I know for a fact that I'm stronger than you."
18 crossed her arms. "Really? Then why did Dr. Gero make it so I was to be absorbed by Cell instead of you?"
"Because I wasn' stronger than you. Not right away. You had a lot more power than I did at yer activation. But I was determined to become the strongest. And so, that's why for these past here months I've been goin' around stealin' people's energy and gettin' stronger."
18 felt sick. "All this time you've been sucking up people's energy? That's barbaric! Just how many people had to die just so you could get stronger?"
13 raised an eyebrow. "What's this? You actually care whether these here folks live or die?"
"Of course I do! Unlike you and my real brother, I care don't take pleasure out of killing people, regardless of what Dr. Gero designed me for. I don't know you, nor do I want to know you, or any other of my so-called siblings."
Her fellow android snickered. "So you don' know me? I wasn' sure if you would or not. That's why I wore that there dumb mask, just in case you did know who I was. And to answer yer question, I haven' killed anyone... yet. You see, I knew that Trunks managed to destroy 17. So I knew I had ter get stronger, and keep a low profile until I had the strength ter beat him. So I never actually killed. But now that I'm strong enough to take him out the real fun is goin' ter begin the moment this here tournament is over. Whoo nelly, we're gonna have a rootin' tootin' good time."
She glared at him. "Hearing you take pleasure in the thought of killing people is sickening. I won't let it happen."
As the two of them talked, the crowd was becoming impatient. They began throwing garbage and insults, screaming for them to resume the battle. The announcer finally took action, stepping forward to address them. "Um, excuse me, but you two are planning to continue fighting, aren't you?"
"Relax, city boy." 13 told him. "We're just gettin' to it."
He grabbed the announcer by his shirt and threw him. Trunks quickly flew in the air and caught him. Once the announcer realized he wasn't flying through the air anymore, he gave Trunks a grateful look.
"Um, thanks for that." he muttered.
"Don't mention it." Trunks replied, looking down.
The announcer looked down too. 13 and 18 had resumed fighting, moving too fast for him to see. They appeared to be blurs, coming into focus for a brief moment before vanishing again, only to reappear several feet away.
18's fist collided with 13's jaw and his knee slammed into her gut. Then he disappeared before 18 could land another blow. Reappearing in the air, he fired a blast of energy at her. She whirled around and kicked the blast up and away.
Flying up, she threw a punch. 13 caught her fist. She punched with her other hand and 13 grabbed her wrist. She struggled, but he refused to let her go. The familiar unpleasant feeling of her energy being drained hit her again.
"I ain't lettin' you go." He told her with a sneer. "Soon all yer power'll be mine."
18 glared at him, but then she smirked. "That's where you're wrong. Unlike the other people you drained, my energy will never run out." Her knee slammed into his groin and she managed to pull one of her arms free. "So drain me all you want. It won't make a difference."
Grabbing him, she spun him around and threw him down. He stopped his momentum enough to land on the arena floor hard, but preventing himself from crashing.
He looked up at her. "That's where you're wrong, little missy. You may not get weaker, but I be gettin' stronger."
He fired a blast of energy at her. She disappeared out of its path, reappearing behind him. He turned around in surprise, just in time to have her foot collide with his face.
After ending up on the other side of the ring from her kick, he unleashed a powerful blast of energy that would reduce the entire stadium to rubble. 18 realized that she couldn't avoid the blast without letting it hit the people and raised her hands to catch it.
The energy beam pushed her back, and she slid all the way to the end of the ring. Gritting her teeth, she summoned up her strength and sent the blast up and away. The sky lit up as the blast exploded, causing the audience to scream in fright.
18 waved her hands, trying to rid them of the burning sensation. 13 glanced at her, looking impressed. "I must say, you're doin' better job than I thought."
18 glared at him. "How do you know I'm not stronger than you? You can't sense my energy anymore than I can sense yours."
13 smirked. "Simple calculations. Based upon yer predicted amount of power increase, I've been able to estimate how strong you have become since yer activation. The data is never wrong."
18 snorted. "The data has far too many errors. I've been training very hard, including getting a year's worth of training in a single day."
13 was surprised by this. "Say what now? What in tarnation are you talkin' about?"
She grinned. "I'm talking about how I'm a lot stronger than I seem. I've been holding back."
He raised an eyebrow. "And why would you do that?" He noticed her gaze shift to the crowd. Figuring it out, he smirked. "Ah, I see. Yer afraid o' lettin' loose cause you don' wanna hurt them people here. Well, that there'll be yer downfall."
He held up his hand, aiming for the audience. 18's eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do.
Laughing, he fired the blast of energy. 18 flew after it, hoping she would catch up in time to deflect it away from the crowd. But 13 suddenly made a hand motion and the energy blast reversed directions, heading for 18. Caught off guard, she had only enough time to raise her arms in defense before it collided with her.
13 grinned. "Well I'll be. You really do care fer them there people."
18 lowered her arms, glaring down at him. "Yes, I do." She landed across from him on the other side of the ring. "And in order to protect them, I have to take you out. So I won't hold back anymore!"
Her power sprung out of her. 13 took a hesitant step back while the announcer was thrown clear out of the ring, landing in the crowd. Since both of them were androids, they couldn't sense each other's power, so they had to guess. And by the looks of the arena stone floor tiles floating in the air around 18, he had to guess that she was pretty powerful.
"Oh good," he said, "seems like yer about ter get serious."
"You have no idea." She told him. "I told you, I'm not holding back anymore."
She flew at him with blinding speed. 13 blinked, surprised that she could move so quickly, right before her fist slammed into his jaw. His head snapped side to side as 18 forced him back with a series of punches. She kneed him in the chest, causing him to surge forward, then slammed her elbow on the back of his neck.
Jumping back, she fired a blast of energy. 13 jumped to his feet and held up his hand to absorb the blast. But before he could, the attack shot straight up, 13's gaze following it. 18 was at him again, her elbow colliding into his chest. Grunting in pain, 13 threw a punch. 18 ducked under it and hit him with an uppercut.
13 used the momentum to do several back flips away from her. He stared at her in surprise, breathing heavily. "Well, you be a lot tougher than I thought."
"You talk too much."
She charged at him again. 13 lashed out at her, but she vanished, leaving behind an After Image for him to hit. Then she came at him from behind, kicking him in the head. 13 flew across the ring, but his flight was cut short as 18 came crashing down on him from above, creating a large crater in the arena.
13 twitched as he lay there, dazed. 18 stood over him and held up her hand. "It's only your hands that can absorb my energy."
She fired blasts of energy at his back. 13 grunted and groaned as he tried to rise, but the oncoming blasts kept knocking him back down.
When he stopped moving, she ceased her attacks. The announcer stepped forward to do his job. "And he's down! I'd better start counting!"
"Don't bother." 18 told him. She kicked 13 onto his back and crouched over him. She grabbed him by his jacket and raised her hand, ready to deliver the final blow. "I'm ending this once and for all."
13's eyes opened to look at her pleadingly. "18... are you really goin' ter... kill the only family you got left?"
18 gasped in shock, dropping him. 13 smirked at her hesitation. Her guard was completely lowered.
"Solar Flare!" he bellowed.
18 was blinded. Hissing in pain, she rubbed at her eyes. 13 vanished and reappeared behind her, his hands raised over his head. This was his chance, while her defense was down. Summoning up all his strength, he slammed his balled hands into the back of her head. 18 cried out and went down, hitting the arena with such force that the entire floor cracked in half.
"18!" Trunks shouted.
"And now 18 is down!" the announcer cried. "I better-"
"Forget yer countin'." 13 interrupted, looking down at 18. "This be yer lucky day. I ain't gonna kill you right now. If I do that, then I'll be disqualified, and I want an official match with yer saiyan friend before I show the world what I'm capable of."
His foot slammed into her side and she went flying out of the ring. Trunks rushed forward and caught her. She was unconscious. 13 had hit her really hard, and her defense had been completely down.
"And 18 is out of the ring!" the announcer declared. "Jū San is the winner!"
13 wiped his mouth. "Damn girl. How'd she get so strong? Shucks, looks like she was right about the data bein' wrong. I'll have ter be more careful in the future."
"You don't have a future!" Trunks shouted.
13 glanced at him. "What'd you say, boy?"
The saiyan glared at him. "You'll pay for this. I'm going to make you pay. You won't get any mercy from me."
As he turned and carried 18 to the infirmary, 13 smirked. "Be lookin' forward to it."
(A/N: And by a cheap trick, 13 wins. But if he was struggling against 18, he won't do so well against Trunks. And due to a time shift, this 13 is slightly different from the past 13. And we still don't know if 14 and 15 are lurking around somewhere. Trunks can handle 13 easily, but Super 13 might provide a challenge. Tune in next time to see what happens.)
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