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(A/N: Glad that not too many people were that upset about 18 losing the baby. That was pretty barbaric, but necessary. This chapter may be a little short, but it was originally meant to be part of last chapter. I decided to split it up into two.)
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Chapter 52: The Ultimate Killing Machine
Trunks forced himself to look away from the damage. How many hundreds of people did he kill just then? No, this couldn't be happening, not again. This had to be a bad dream, a nightmare. Reality couldn't possibly be this cruel.
"Don't look so surprised." Super 17 told him. He lunged forward, slamming his knee into Trunks' chin, knocking him to the ground. "If I wanted to, I could wipe out this entire planet without even trying." He reached down and picked Trunks up by his long gold hair. "But I think I'll play with you for a while as payback for killing me."
He tossed him over his shoulder, then sudden appeared in his path, slamming his fist into Trunks' flying figure. Trunks crashed into another building, and it collapsed on top of him.
Staring at the pile of rubble, Super 17 nonchalantly combed his hair out of his face. He knew this fight wasn't over yet. He was just toying with the saiyan, and enjoying every minute of it.
Trunks burst up from the remains of the building, his hands raised over his head as he gathered energy. Using this much power was risky for the planet's safety, but he had to chance it.
"Final Flash!"
A massive beam of energy burst from his hands. Super 17 remained where he was, not seeming to care that he was about to be struck by the blast. A smile crept up his face, and he raised his hands, as if to welcome the blast.
When the attack struck, Trunks thought he had done it. But what he didn't know was they the attack had not hit. It had stopped less than a centimeter from making contact with the android and vanished.
Super 17's muscles bulged as he absorbed the attack. They grew to twice their size as his body sucked up the attack like a sponge. When it was gone, he stood there looking buffer than ever. Then his body relaxed and his muscles returned to their normal state, leaving Super 17 completely unharmed, and now even stronger.
"What?" Trunks gasped, unable to believe his eyes. "How can that be? I made a direct hit with my Final Flash Attack."
Super 17 laughed. "You call that an attack? I found it to be rather refreshing. Care to try again? Why not use that attack you're father made up. The Galick Gun, I believe it was called."
Trunks eyes narrowed. "Fine, you asked for it." He got into position. "Galick Gun!"
Super 17's grin widened as he repeated the process, once again absorbing the attack. Trunks was left flabbergasted, unable to understand how the android was unharmed.
"Stupid foolish boy." Said Dr. Myuu. "He does not notice Super 17's special ability. He can absorb any energy attack, no matter how powerful."
"Indeed." Dr. Gero agreed. "I must say, it really amazes me how you were able to make it so Super 17 could absorb energy attacks. My energy absorbers are affective for sucking the power out of others and for absorbing attacks, but that require contact with the devices."
Dr. Myuu laughed. "Do not belittle yourself, my friend. It was only through our teamwork that we were able to create such a masterpiece."
Trunks had been too far away to hear what the doctors had said, and so he remained ignorant of Super 17's special ability. Pulling his sword from its sheath, he flew at the android, swinging his deadly blade.
Super 17 remained where he was. The blade struck his forehead and broke in two. Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the end of his precious sword break off. He stared at the android in horror, unable to believe what he had just seen.
"That's cheating." Super 17 told him. "After all, I'm not using a weapon."
"And you call killing innocent people who can't defend themselves fair?" the saiyan demanded.
"No," Super 17 replied, backhanding him, "I call it fun."
Trunks got up, stumbling, and wiped a trail of blood from his mouth. He charged at Super 17, throwing a punch. This time, Super 17 demonstrated his speed rather than his defense. He vanished so quickly that he left behind an illusion of himself without the use of the After Image technique. It still appeared that Trunks had hit him, and only the feeling of hitting nothing proved otherwise.
"I'm up here."
Trunks looked up, seeing Super 17 floating a few hundred feet in the air. He was in perfect position for one of Trunks' most power attacks, maybe even the strongest of them all. Raising his hands he unleashed a Heat Dome Attack.
Super 17 opened his arms to welcome the attack. It slammed into him and he absorbed it. But this time, Trunks caught sight of what was happening, and immediately ceased his attack.
"No way! He can absorb my attacks?"
Super 17 laughed. "So you finally figured it out. Well it's about time. Yes, I can absorb you're attacks. All you're doing is providing me with more energy that adds onto and becomes apart of my already never-ending supply of energy. You're just making me stronger." He took aim at the saiyan. "Now feel my power. Super Flash Bomb!"
Several hundred small shots of energy flew from his fingers. Like a deadly hale, they fell upon Trunks. The saiyan just barely managed to duck and cover before the blasts of energy rained over him.
Once he had finished attacking, Super 17 landed beside Trunks. The saiyan looked up at him as blood poured from multiple wounds he received.
"Get up." The android told him.
Trunks did so, stumbling the whole way. He was barely on his feet before Super 17 kicked him straight up. As Trunks went flying through the air, Super 17 pulled off one of his hands, revealing that it was also a machine gun of some kind. He pointed it up at Trunks, taking aim.
"Take my Hell Storm!"
A stream of bullets shot out of his arm. Up in the air, Trunks managed to halt his moment, but quickly had to move as the stream of bullets flew at him. Ordinary bullets were harmless to him, not having enough speed and power to do any damage, but these bullets moved with the speed and power that would harm him the way regular bullets would harm and ordinary person.
Super 17 chased Trunks across the sky with his Hell Storm attack. His supply wasn't unlimited, but his body would always produce more should he ever run out. He laughed as Trunks flew about wildly, trying not to get hit. But he got bored quickly and ceased his firing.
Reattaching his arm, he flew up into the sky until he was as high as the saiyan. Trunks glared at him furiously, angry by the fact that he couldn't stand up to the android, and that he was being played with. It was the most evil feeling of d�j� vu.
Super 17 chuckled. "You know I must say that I'm having a lot of fun. It's just a shame that you, being the only person who would stand a remote chance against me, are unable to provide me with a challenge."
He raised his hand, a gathering of energy appearing at the end. Trunks tensed up, thinking this was it, but then Super 17 lowered his hand again.
"No, not yet." He said. "I'm not done with you yet."
His elbow slammed down on Trunks' head, and the saiyan went crashing to the ground. Super 17 landed a few feet away and waited for Trunks to stand up. Once Trunks was on his feet, Super 17 got into position and began to glow with energy.
Trunks braced himself for whatever was coming. Super 17 seemed to be powering up, his aura flaring up around him. He cried out loudly and took off with such speed and power that the ground shattered beneath his feet.
To Trunks' astonishment, Super 17 was flying away. Where was he going? Was he retreating?
Dr. Myuu laughed at the look on Trunks' face. "Don't you worry, saiyan brat, he'll be back."
He pointed behind him. Trunks turned just in time to see Super 17 speeding towards him just before his fist slammed into his face, sending Trunks flying. He sped through the air faster than he could fly, crashing through buildings, mountains, and other such things, getting knocked clear out of the state before he finally hit the ground, tearing it up upon impact.
Trunks briefly blacked out. His body had gone numb. Waves of pain swam over him before the numbness settled in again, followed once again by pain. He tired to get up, but fell over. Tried again, and fell down again. That's when Super 17 arrived. He looked down at Trunks and grinned.
Dropping down to a Super Saiyan Two, Trunks looked up at the android, his vision going blurry. Super 17 just sneered at him. "Did you enjoy that? I call it Around the World."
"Ar-Around the World?" Trunks muttered. "You mean you flew all the way around the world before...?"
"Hence the name." Super 17 told him. "Just think, it took the first human to try that eighty days, while it only took me eight seconds, if that." He looked around, judging where on the planet they had ended up. "Seems like you made it about halfway."
Trying to find balance, Trunks looked around. He didn't have a clue where he was, but there was no sign of civilization for miles. That was good. Now he didn't need to worry about anyone getting hurt.
But if he couldn't beat Super 17, then everyone would suffer. He had to defeat the android at all costs, even if that meant giving up his own life.
Summoning up his power, he became a Super Saiyan Three again. Jumping several feet away, he cupped his hands together, preparing for a devastating attack. "Ka-me-ha-me-ha-me- HA!"
He unleashed a Kamehameha Wave with enough power to destroy the entire planet more than ten times. If he didn't direct this right, then Earth was doomed. But he had to risk it. The whole universe was at stake.
Super 17 grinned and raised his hands. He summoned up his Energy Absorbing Barrier and began sucking up the attack. Trunks had known that he would do this, but he had a plan. He hoped to feed Super 17 more energy than he could handle, like 18 had done with Cooler. Hopefully, his body wouldn't be able to able to handle the strain of all that power.
Just then Dr. Gero and Dr. Myuu caught up with them. They stared shocked at the vast amount of energy Trunks was unleashing. Super 17 remained in his absorbing posture, taking in everything Trunks threw at him.
'My god!' Trunks thought in disbelief. 'How much can he take?'
He felt his own power dropping rapidly. He couldn't keep this up, not much longer.
With an exhausted gasp, he stopped firing and fell forward. Groaning, he looked up, hoping to see Super 17 destroyed. But it wasn't so. Super 17 stood perfectly intact.
"No... it can't be... How could he withstand all that?"
Dr. Gero stepped forward. "Foolish boy! Were you hoping to overload him with energy? I'm afraid that won't work. The stronger Super 17 gets, the more energy he can take in. As he absorbs the energy, he's getting stronger, being able to handle even more energy. You're feeding him power so he can take in more power. He can't overload, you saiyan scum."
Trunks laughed at his own stupidity. "Great. Wish I'd known that sooner."
Super 17 grinned. "It's your own fault for underestimating my abilities. Too bad. You're not even a challenge to me anymore. I think I'll put you out of your misery."
He raised his hand, ready to put an end to the saiyan race once and for all.
(A/N: Super 17 kicks ass. He's one of my favorite villains. Sorry this chapter was short, I promise the next one will be longer. I'm planning on making it long.)
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