c129 – The Powerful Super No. 17! The Unbeatable Warrior
"Why are you so arrogant?!" Vegeta's eyes went hard. He locked on Super 17, fury spiking like a blade, and ripped forward in a blur of blue-white aura.
"Ha!" His fist speared for the jaw clean, direct, murderous.
Super 17's forearm slid into place with contemptuous ease, catching the blow without a ripple. His lips curved an almost polite smile then his knee snapped up and buried itself in Vegeta's gut.
Air and spittle blasted from Vegeta's mouth as his body folded. He still tried to counter backfist already turning but the follow-through shove launched him end over end, plowing through a row of buildings in a plume of concrete powder.
"Dad!" Trunks' face drained. Rage kicked his ki higher and he hurled himself at Super 17, raining blows and struck nothing solid. Every punch glanced, rolled, or was simply not there. Super 17's expression didn't change.
Gohan and Goten closed from opposite angles.
Super 17's eyelids lowered, bored. "Hn."
Woomph his aura pulsed black and detonated. A concussive wave hammered the air; both brothers were thrown back, skidding across shattered rooftops.
"I see," Super 17 murmured, feeling the way the power nested under his skin, the intake conduits in his palms humming. "So this is my power."
"Bastard!!" Vegeta ripped free of the rubble, ki spiking like a spear. Light gathered between his palms, compact and vicious. "Final Shine Cannon!"
"Ha!"
The emerald beam drilled across the avenue and hit dead center. Super 17 didn't even flinch. He lifted his right hand.
The shot vanished into his palm. Lines glowed beneath his forearm like a waking circuit. His frame swelled a fraction, pressure rising then stabilized, stronger than before.
"Impossible!!" Vegeta's jaw clenched. That shot had been everything in a single point. The target hadn't even scuffed.
Dr. Gero threw his head back, laughing. "Hahahaha! No matter how mighty your beams are, to Super 17 they are fuel!"
Gohan's face tightened. "Absorption… cleaner and faster than 19 and 20."
"How do we fight that…?" Goten whispered, throat dry.
Super 17 opened his arms slightly, voice soft. "Allow me."
His aura spiked and a storm of energy bomblets geysered off his body, hawks of black-edged light screaming outward. In the instant of ignition, whole blocks lit up.
"Not good!" Gohan's stomach dropped. If this continued, the city would become a crater.
He snapped golden Super Saiyan in a blink. Trunks and Goten followed suit, a three-note chord of power.
They didn't hesitate: two Kamehameha and a Sky Cannon raked toward Super 17 in a converging arc, timed to hammer him before the next volley could fall— and every blast sluiced into 17's palms, devoured. His aura thickened. The next instant he returned fire, the density and count worse than before.
"Scatter!" Gohan barked, already moving, but the web was too dense. Impacts chased them through the sky, blowing them off lines of escape. One by one they were swatted from the air, smashing through streets and facades. Even Uub, quick to guard, couldn't shrug it off; he crashed through a tram line in a spray of sparks.
Silence didn't follow. Sirens wailed. The smell of hot metal and dust choked the wind. Block after block was a ruin. The living mourned in the alleys.
"Magnificent," Dr. Myuu purred, eyes glittering. "Truly the apex."
"You two bastards take this!" a fierce young voice cut in.
Xiaofang dropped behind the doctors and snapped a ki burst into their backs. The explosion bloomed and swallowed the rooftop.
Super 17's gaze slid that way and then away. He didn't move to help.
The smoke tore open. Gero and Myuu stepped out, ringed by a compact barrier projecting from their cyborg frames.
"How?" Xiaofang's face paled. She didn't have time to finish.
"Little girl," Gero said coldly, "children should not meddle."
Six red lances flared from his eyes, knifing toward her. Xiaofang juked fast but Myuu was already there, a mechanical blur, kicking and punching her out of the air.
"Xiaofang!!" Gohan, crawling from a skein of rebar, looked up just in time to catch her limp body against his chest. His heart stopped then ignited.
"Xiaofang! Speak to Grandpa!" Mr. Satan stumbled in, eyes wild, hands shaking.
"Keep her safe. Leave now." Gohan's voice was a blade. He set Xiaofang into Satan's arms with a care that shook, then stood, shoulders square, eyes like winter.
Satan swallowed, nodded, and ran.
Gohan looked at the two doctors and then past them, to the man they hid behind. His aura burned up around him like a pyre. He raised one hand and fired, a compressed lance that made both scientists blanch.
"Super 17! Protect us!" Gero yelped.
Super 17 drifted down as if bored, lifted his palm, and drank the shot dry.
"Damn you!" Gohan spat. Gold tore across his skin Super Saiyan and he charged. His fists hammered at angles designed to break guards and collapse frames.
Super 17 met him with an economy that was almost insulting half-steps, a turn of the wrist, a bone-soft redirect. Three exchanges. Five. Ten. Gohan's boots carved trenches in the asphalt; then a palm heel took him in the sternum and skipped him across the avenue.
"Brother!" Goten and Trunks re-entered hot, a double helix of blows. Uub slid in from low, close-quarters, bodywork to bodywork, trusting fists over beams.
It didn't matter. Super 17's palms flickered; any reflex ki guard they threw up winked out as soon as it formed. Grapples dissolved into empty air. They were there and then they weren't, their attacks skating off a center that didn't exist.
Vegeta stood, dust drifting from his shoulders. He watched for ten heartbeats, breath narrowing to a thread, before his mouth thinned to a line.
The gap was obscene.
Even Kakarot would struggle like this, he thought. Pride burned anyway. Pride always burned.
He exploded, ki flaring taller, older, sharper. "Don't think a machine can trample a Saiyan's pride," he hissed, and fired himself like a bullet.
Goten and Trunks tried to synchronize da-da-da—a string of feints and checks, but Super 17 caught both of their wrists and whipped them into the ruins, the impacts booming like distant thunder.
"Haaah!" Vegeta's fist scythed in.
Super 17 met it with his own. Shock ran out in a visible ring, windows avalanching, power lines snapping. For a fraction of a second the air held then Vegeta's forearms trembled. The Android's power climbed under contact like a tide.
"Hmph." Super 17's aura pulsed. Pressure blasted outward; Vegeta was thrown back, boots skipping craters across the boulevard.
A black sphere condensed in 17's palm, gravitic edges hissing.
Shoom BOOM!
The blast slammed into Vegeta mid-recovery and drove him through an office core. He grunted once, teeth red.
"Take this aaah!" Uub roared, streaking in with a chain of close-in detonations, compact and brutal, refusing to throw a single wide beam he knew would be stolen.
Super 17's palms still caught half of it—pinching the blastlets down to nothing then his knee sunk into Uub's guard and a straight punched the younger fighter's abdomen. Uub's eyes went wide; blood misted the air. The heel kick that followed launched him down the boulevard in a grinding skid.
"Hahahaha!" Gero clapped, eyes manic. "The pinnacle of our craft!"
"When Super 17 has finished, the Earth is ours," Myuu sang, giddy.
A quiet voice ghosted across the carnage. "It's a shame neither of you will be around to see it."
Both doctors froze, smiles thinning, eyes cutting toward the sound.
High above the ruin, Luya hung in still air, gold aura sheathed tight, eyes cold and measuring. He'd mapped the rhythm that fractional flare in 17's palms when the intake window opened, the way physical pressure almost bit if it slipped past that frame. He'd watched the city suffer because every wrong move fed the machine.
So we stop feeding it, he thought, palms lowering, stance shifting to angles that did not beg for beams.
He looked at Gohan, at Vegeta, at Uub struggling to his feet, at Trunks and Goten shoving rubble aside, at Xiaofang's small form clutched to Satan's chest in the distance and then at the fused Android who watched him with distant curiosity.
"Unbeatable warrior?" Luya's voice was calm. "Let's find the seam."
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