Chapter 13... or Something

Deep in the stairs of illustrious Muscle Car Tower, the android homestead, a cacophony of noise was escalating on an otherwise, and soon to be ended, peaceful day.

Skit, skit, skit

An odd, flitting noise echoed through the stairwell... as 15 jumped rope down it. Decorated in full exercise gear; headband, A shirt, jogging pants and shoes... plus large hat. He was going at a brisk pace, for a human anyway.

Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

Meanwhile, in a different kind a pointless exertion, a car was jammed further down in the stairwell. 17 shoved his head outside it's window, trying to figure out where, and how, his corvette had gotten stuck while he had been driving up the stairs of Muscle Car Tower.

Whew, whew, whew

15 did that thing, that jump rope people do, where they swish the jump rope to either side of their body... which looks impressive somehow, even though it's not actually doing anything, really. Anyways, he made his way down another flight.

Vrrrrooooom!

17 floored the gas, but unfortunately he had bottomed out. So, as his tires spun in open air now, he cursed bitterly into the open air as well... ironically, similarly impotently to 15's rope swishing, though to 15's credit he was still jogging at least.

17 made it up a half step... give or take.

Va-vrooom!

Skit-skit-skit

...Eventually, our entrancing duo ran into each other... or 15 finally made his way to 17. Either way, they made eachother's re-acquaintance in front of good old 13's floor... each with no small amount of incredulity or annoyance for the other.

15's pace slowed to a stand still, til he was merely jogging in place as he stared at the car and driver that blocked his path.

"What are you doing?" he seethed, unable to take the stupidity of the sight he was being forced to witness... as he continued to jog in place.

"What?" 17 challenged back without hesitance, roaring above the sound of his engine, as he was still flooring it uselessly..

Each gave the other a good long glare before saying anything else. A small tumbleweed rolled between them as the pause dragged on...

… Tumbleweed?

13 left the door to his floor open, and they both suddenly realized where they were standing. And they thanked their lucky stars it hadn't been a lot lizard that had tumbled out instead, as it was just as likely...

But that did not detract from their stare down, not one iota!

"Seriously man!" 15 screamed, finally losing his patience yet still jogging in place, "What are you doing with that car? Are you an idiot or something!"

17 finally killed the engine at that, and stepped out his car. Slamming the door behind him.

15 looked slightly concerned at his curt behavior, but he had no time for that as no sooner had the door closed than the larger android was upon him. He gritted his teeth, did the dude seriously want to fight over just being called an idiot? What the heck was the matter with him. He put up his guard.

"What was that again?" 17 then asked, nonchalant, "I couldn't hear anything over that motor. Eight cylinders of american power. Get's pretty loud, you know?"

"I said what the hell are you doing!" he roared bitterly.

17 was a bit taken aback by that. Faking it or not, hard to tell.

"I'm driving, what's it look like?" he growled back.

"Driving? Up the stairs?"

"Slowly catching on, are we? Good." 17 seethed, "Now then, since that mystery is solved, what may I ask the hell are you doing, exactly?"

"Me, I'm exercising of course, like a not crazy person driving indoors," 15 seethed.

"Exercising?" 17 said slowly, "You?"

"What?" 15 smirked, "You think a body like this happens by accident?"

17 eyed him him lightly as that, and smirked.

"I always assumed Gero made you look like that as a joke," he shrugged, "But I could see an accident being the cause as well, yeah."

...

A quiet overtook the room, of such intensity it choked the air. 15 stared at 17 in such a way that the unflappable jackass was actually made to... smile with devilish glee.
"What' the hell you just say?" 15 growled.

"I'm sorry," 17 threw up his hands in mock surrender, "Did I hit a nerve?"

"You...!" 15 seethed.

"Yeah?" 17 roared back, slightly amused, "What's that?"

"You! You... that was pretty good..." 15 seethed in defeat.

17 roared victoriously at that, in obnoxious fashion.

"Damn right I did!" he grinned triumphantly, "And you, sitting pretty this whole, thinking I'd never get you back for 'refuge from an Asian boy band'!"

15 suddenly glanced forward, genuinely confused.

"What?"

17 was taken aback by that, and suddenly halted his action. He stared at 15 intensely, as if trying to discern some ruse... then simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh yeah, sorry, nevermind that last bit." he sighed defeatedly, "... I forgot nobody read that..."

15 suddenly couldn't take it anymore.

"17, what the hell is the matter with you? I can't take it anymore!" he seethed, "And driving up the stairs... are you out of your damn mind!"

"It's my house, shorty, I can do what I want."

"It's our house you ass! We're supposed to be a family, right? Well then I want a little goddamn consideration!"

17 slowly lifted his aviators, and frowned at 15, as his outburst came to a close... and he suddenly sighed in something like sympathy.

"... You know what? Alright, let's just call truce? Okay?"

"R... Really? Well alright then," 15 answered carefully, "... But, I can't get by your stupid car to finish my workout. So could you please move it now? I can't just keep jogging in place forever, you know?"

17's eye twitched.

"You don't need to jog-"

"Do you need to drive up the-"

"Alright alright alright," 17 said, waving him down, "It's truce time, right?"

"Sure, just figure out how the hell I'm going to continue my routine then."

15 said this, perfectly maintaining a judgemental look, while jumping rope in place. 17 felt the evil rising in his throat, but he fought it back. Not today, he told himself. It was time to live above the Cell for once.

"Listen, there is actually a reason I didn't just carry the car to the roof," 17 suddenly started explaining, "You see, this is a Chevrolet Corvette. It's an awesome classic, high valued, and in mint condition, this model in particular having a flawless, yet HIGHLY fragile fiberglass body. The slightest tension in the wrong place could cause stress fractures at any number of places. So, trying to man handle it is a big no no, get it?"

"Got it," 15 sighed, "Are you gonna move it yet?"

17 seethed inward.

"Just... fly over the car."

"Using super powers during a workout completely goes against the point!"

"What the f- no," 17 recomposed himself.

Not today 17... turn that Cell upside down!

"... Just go back up the stairs then."

"This is my 'down the stairs' part of my workout!" 15 complained, "Going up the stairs is like a completely different routine, it'll throw my calorie count completely out of whack!"

17 balled his fists.

"I could run over the top of the car, is that alright with you?" 15 suddenly asked, lightly smirking.

"... You're screwing with me, aren't you?"

"Heart rate is dropping, car boy!"

17 frowned, and walked back to his car then. After fumbling around in the trunk for a second, he then pulled a tire iron out of it... Expecting this act to make the fellow android more agreeable, he was taken aback to see it had the opposite effect.

"Oh, you screwed up now," 15 seethed, suddenly grabbing up his jump rope and revealing it was actually an elaborate nunchuk style weapon all along, "I'm going to bust that ass wide open!"

"Wait, alright, come on. This craz-y," 17 sighed, lowering his weapon, "We can figure this out like rational androids, right? Let's make Cells into Cell-o-nade, alright?"

15 slowed his spinning weapon.

"... What the hell is that supposed to mean-" he tried to say, before the tire iron suddenly bounced off his face.

"Stinkin' jaywalker!" 17 cried, as he then tackled him through the wall at that. Capitalizing fully on his cheap trick.

They flew through the air, and landed roughly in the parking lot of the simulated 'dive bar in the country' that was 13's living area. Upon landing, 17 immediately reeled up to punch 13 in the face, but by then 15 was more than ready for him, and mule kicked him off his body instead, sending him flying through the neon sign that stood outside of 13's bar, that also proclaimed such.

"... Now that's... what you get, asshole!" 15 said, jumping back to his feet and catching his breath.

17 emerged from the sign wreckage almost immediately, but actually appeared to be huddled over...

"Oh, baby," 15 laughed, "Did that hurt?"

He would have taunted some more, but another couple steps and it became apparent 17's posture was due to hum dragging a rusted up truck behind him.

"I just got something for you is all," 17 said with a smile, "But, so sorry, I forgot to wrap it..."

An odd, silent and melancholy moment was then shared by the two at that. Each, remembering their own, old, forgotten holidays of yesteryear. Their families didn't always have the money... but they always had the heart. Truly, looking back on it now, it was plain to see, it was the thought that always mattered most... if only they had realized it back then... So 15 looked at that rusted up truck, he looked past the fact it was crappy as all hell. Had horrendous stains inside it he hesitated to imagine from whence they came... he looked past the fact he went 'green' and was against high emition vehicles, and he looked past that he had no use for such a thing in the first place seeing as he could fly... and what did he see instead? He only saw the love! A beautiful, thoughtful gift, from his dearest cousin, on this holiest of nights!

"17," 15 sniffed back a tear, "It's perfect, thank you so mu-"

The pick-up landed hard on 15's head, with a resounding crunching noise. Unsatisfied with that, 17 brought the truck back up again, and smashed him again, even harder. So hard, that this time the tailgate and part of the frame came off in 17's hands. Leaving the little android buried under the front end of the truck.

"I hope your stupid hat didn't soften that up too much." he called out to the pile of scrap metal 15 was buried under, as he dusted off his hands and began to walk away.

"Waaaaah~!" a cry echoed from within, before the truck was suddenly ripped to shreds and blown away.

Swish swish swish!

15 brandished his nunchaku expertly, smacking pieces of truck away like baseballs... only to stop, and confidently beckon to 17 with his fingers.

"Come on, gay boy. I got a thing for you now. And it's ~phalic shaped~!"

"Okay," 17 shrugged, "Let's see your little thing, 15."

15's face turned into a snarl, and he then smacked a left over piece of truck right into 17's direction.

17 dodged and rushed on him at that, pulling the left over tail gate behind him and readying it like a giant bat.

Swish swish swish!

One hit sliced it in half. Undeterred, 17 swung again, only to find himself holding nothing but a piece of bumper in his hands. Stubborn, he flung it at the smaller android and came in with a kick.

-Crack!-

"Wa-cha!" 15 cried, positively beaming as 17 wobbled away backwards, clutching his head, "Don't worry hon, it only hurts a little at first! In no time at all... it's gonna hurt much worse!"

17 removed his hands, as...

… As his treasured gas station aviator sunglasses hit the floor... in two pieces...

...

A stark and deadly silence came over the landscape... as an ominous, whistling wind began to blow...

17 took a deep breath, and sighed. Slowly, he dusted off his jacket, and recomposed himself carefully, before eyeing 15 again, coolly and calmly.

"... Get the hell over here!" 17 screamed and suddenly lunged at him like a large cat.

"What the hell, why are you grabbing at my eyes! ?"

"Die, and give me your sunglasses!"

"NOOO~!"

Rolling around and tussling on the ground, they continued into a mud fight, as 17 attempted to viciously rip away 15's glasses, whom violently and desperately defended from the attempted theft.

... Meanwhile, unnoticed, 13 had finally emerged from his bar, and stood over them.

"Glasses, now!"

"First give me back my runner's high!"

...

"Shutup!" 13 finally cried, flinging them both away and into, and almost through, the outer wall of the Floor.

Seeming to be satisfied with that, 13 spat on the ground. Then, he returned to his bar, stomping the whole way and mumbling to himself. Before, finally, slamming the bar door behind him.

15 and 17, however, still partially embedded, watched this display with nothing short of confusion.

"What the hell's with him?" 15 exclaimed, "So grumpy... and since when does he not love, and encourage infighting?"
"I hear you, and by god the day we can't have impromtu super fights to the death over nothing in this house, is the day I marry Piccolo and give birth to a bunch of green, bandanna wearing mutants," 17 exclaimed, "But right now, I have to say; I'm a lot more confused about how he just kicked both our asses with little to no effort."
17 motioned to their embedded bodies.

"Oh that's simple," 15 smiled condescendingly at his cousin, "Since we've been hanging out so much, we've fallen under DBZ's rules for casual friends. Which pretty much states; that strong emotions completely trump power levels in domestic disputes. Hence, Chi-Chi always kicking the shit out of Goku and so on."

17 eyed 15 rather disgustedly at that.

"God that's gross." he frowned, "We've become the equivalent of old married couples already? I think I'm going to gag..."

"Yeah... we should get out more often, and try to find some more independence from each other..."

"I'm looking into it, but 13's first, and it'll have to do for now..." 17 shrugged, as 15 sported the official WTF emotions on his face, "Also, pretending for a second I care, what the hell does 13 have to be upset about? The idiot's got all he wants. Power, eternal life, beer and an STD-ridden crap hole that serves it... honestly, what more could he want?"

"A wonderful lady, who will love him, and whom he can live happily ever after with?"

15 and 17 took a second to laugh loudly and obnoxiously at that. A long second.

"Seriously though, what could we give that dumb hick to make him stop being so emo?"

"Well... how about a nephew he could be proud of?" 15 offered snidely.

"How about a nephew he can be rid of?" 17 said, ignoring his comment and suddenly breaking out a hand full of brochures, "I've been looking at some really ritzy retirement homes he might like. You think now might be a good time to throw- I mean... toss him into one?"

15's ears picked up, as a large grin broke out on his face.

"Why not, I think the old dude might just like the idea! After all, he'll have all the grannies to creep on he can handle, and there's a chance someone might actually get one of his crusty references!"

"And, he wouldn't be here anymore!"

"No he wouldn't!" 15 exclaimed, "It really is the perfect plan!"

Laughing in self congratulations at that, in other words: really, really obnoxiously... the twosome lost track of their initial spat's point, as they focused on their new venture.

...

Meanwhile, 13, inside his bar, poured himself another drink and ignored them. From an even mixture of intoxication and a general lack of giving a shit, it really wasn't too difficult for him. Let hell itself smash down his door, he had not one crap to give!

...

He had been drinking pretty heavily since his resurrection, and generally, in a sour mood as well. That was not 17 and 15's imagination. But, why?

Who was to say.

13 had been raised in the rural southern backwoods, presumably, and later turned into a super android... possibly against his will. But 13 was still well endowed with several stereotypical traits of his roots. And emotional un-availability was chief amongst them... right after the inherent Burt Reynolds man crush.

13, emotionally, was basically a childish person, hiding behind a thick wall of asshole and shenanigans, in a vain attempt to protect his insecurities. Which, true enough, was an assessment that could be assigned to any of the jackasses living under this roof. But, unlike them, he was hurting, and in need of some understanding. Unfortunately, understanding someone like that on an emotional level was possible in a clinical sense, but actually connecting to him in an real way was like guiding yourself through a minefield, for a free beer stain in the back of your chevrolet... in other words; a tedious, difficult trial not nearly worth the effort.

Sadly, he was his own victim. And more sadly, his web of close friends and family were filled with likewise sociopathic spiders and oblivious flies, that were more concerned with their own crazy self interests than his well being. But luckily, he was a crazy super android and the subject of tonight's story, so maybe he might be greeted by something like an epiphany anyways...

Only one way to find out!

…

Several hours later-

"Careful!" a voice whispered hoarsely, into the night air.

"I hate you guys soo much... My poor hat..." another voice whined.

13 cracked a bloodshot eyeball open.

"Only way to transport him in comfort! Just hold it steady, for god's sake!"

One more crusted eyeball shot open.

"Papa knows best! Don't wake him!" a third voice shot in "We wouldn't want to him to figure out what we're doing to him already!"

That oddly menacingly pronounced line lit 13 up like a candle, wide awake despite his near fatal blood alcohol level.

"What the hell!" he exploded in a drunken stupor, as he fell right off of what turned out to be 15's head pillow.

He landed with a comical thud on the ground, and began to scramble defensively.

"Great," 17 sighed, "You woke him up."

He then smacked 14 over the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper, who just whimpered in response.

"Dude, I told you we should have just put him in your car in the first place!" 15 complained.

"You som-biches'!" 13 angrily slurred, as he struggled against his drunken stupor to come to a standing position... rather pitifully, "Ya'll trying to git rid O' me? Well I ain't goin without a fight, come on, I'll whip all ya's!"

"As if I'd put this stinking drunk in one of my cars," 17 growled, rolling his eyes.

"Jesus, we should have dunked him in some coffee," 15 sighed, also rolling his eyes[maybe? Behind his shades?], "He's blitzed out of his skull."

"No car indeed," 14 echoed, attempting to roll his eyes as well, but only finding himself able to roll them like a slot machine, into the back of his skull in creepy fashion, "Coffee baths are the future of off road... blitzing. Zing."

13, as well as the others stared at him in abject horror for a few minutes at that. 14 merely nodded, rather satisfied with himself for making a point so poignant, it left the others at a loss for words... now, if only he could himself understand what the hell he had just said...

"... I-I ain't going to no retirement home, you might as well scrap me instead!" 13 roared, slowly regaining control of his speech centers, "... Also, I ain't going to no scrap yard neither ya' bastards if that's what you were really plannin!"

13 glared his foes down aggressively... all 6 of them!

"Papa, regardless, he's awake now, so can we please go on the rides now pretty please?" 14 begged desperately, "I want to go now!"

"What the hell is wrong with him... or should I even ask! ?" 13 exclaimed, "Just tell me what you bastards are plannin already, you at least owe me that courtesy, ya double crossing backstabbers!"

17 and 15 exchanged knowing glances at that, and began to chuckle, much to 13's dismay. More to his dismay, 14 awkwardly joined in on the chuckling. But at least that made everyone stop, uncomfortably.

"R... Relax old man, I ain't done with you just yet," 17 sighed, "Instead, in a supreme act of kindness, I've done something I hope will drag you out of your old loser funk."

13 glanced at 15 at that.

"Yeah, I have a hard time believing him too."

"Enough of that," 17 declared, "I've brought you to a redneck utopia of such magnitude and ridiculousness; not only will you be happy, I seriously doubt anyone will even believe this is a real, actual, place!"

"You didn't," 13 gasped, finally actually taking a serious look at the environment they were in.

"Welcome, to Dollywood," 17 sighed, with a slight bit of shame, "The West City version of hillbilly heaven."

"Ooh, goody gumdrops," 13 chuckled sarcastically, "I'm five years old, so a damn theme park is amazing to me! Shit, just take me back to the bar, please!"

Everyone collectively groaned.

"Can you pretend to be happy at least, you ass? We did a lot of work for you," 15 growled, "I had to carry your stinking carcass on my hat!"

"Why didn't you just take my to a strip joint, you stupid nerds?" 13 screeched, "You wouldn't a had to sneak me out for that, just call and I woulda ran to it!"

A silence grew over the cohorts... they had to question it themselves at that point.

"Dolly Parton is supposed to be making an appearance tonight." 17 threw in, finally breaking the silence.

"What? Really?"

17 nodded, and 13's mood suddenly changed.

"Truly? Hmm, all right then, I suppose that changes things a might... YEEAH!" 13 screamed with delight, as he suddenly bolted into the theme park with vigorous enthusiasm, "DOLLY! DOLLY! Where you at baby?"

"Should we follow him?" 15 seethed with disgust.

"Is being seen here," 17 seethed back, "Really any worse than being associated with him at all?"

"Got a point. At least watching him accost an old country singer has to be better than these crappy rides."

"Shutup!" 14 yelled, "I want to ride the rides!"

17 and 15 exchanged sighs at that.

"… Just a couple rides."

…

Several rides later,

"This is the best day of my life!" 14 squealed, as they exited the water flume ride.

"Meh." 17 said, in between sips of his Dolly-aide.

"Hm... Head pillows here are kinda low quality," 15 sighed, adjusting his large breasted hat, "Though I think I'm starting to get why this Dolly Parton is so popular."

"F cking liars," 13 slurred between gulps of his jug of Jack 'Dolly' Daniels, "She ain't here!"

"Give me a break. I figure, you name something after yourself, you show up at thing," 17 shrugged, "Sue me."

13 hurumphed in response, and then the old huff stumbled off in a grump... or vice versa... while 15 and 14 stared blank faced in the wake of his exit.

"... What a prick." 17 had to admit, "Why did we even do this? This was such a stupid idea, 15."

15 turned to stare at him now.

"You were the one who suggested this place!"

"No I didn't!" 17 exclaimed indignantly, "I hate theme parks. Now excuse me for a second, bathroom break."

He walked towards the toilets for a few yards, slowed, peaked behind his shoulder, then subtly jumped in line for photo's from the log fume. 15 palmed his face. Of course. This trip had probably never been for toothless idiot, it had been for man-child idiot all along. He wondered, he must be getting stupider himself, not to have figured it out sooner.

"Can you believe this 14-,"

15 stopped and berated himself for trying to find sense in that malfunctioning nut job, before he even noticed that the larger android had jumped back into the 'log' they rode in on, and was currently arguing with the operator and several people in line about the virtues of cutting.

"This is so stupid, I should just go home myself." 15 sighed to himself, as he seriously considered it.

This was really kinda lame...

But before he could, he was slowed, by the hand of fate.

"Step right up, step right up," an old, toothless, good ol' boy chortled from the side of his booth, "Sink 20 baskets and win a pair of nunchuks you can also use as a jump rope!"

15 eyes widened.

"No one," he seethed, "No one but me!"

...

Meanwhile, 13 continued to walk away from the others through the park, grumpy as could be.

He really, truly just wanted a nice quiet place to drink himself into a strong coma. Why, he wondered, why was everyone trying to stop him, with fake promises of meeting his childhood crush? It was annoying, and it only left him feeling bitter... hanging around all these happy families... married couples, here with their kids...

...

Why the hell did they bring him here!

It wasn't like he was actually depressed, even. No... not at all... just... really really thirsty... Why couldn't they just... understand that?

It wasn't as it he'd just been pushing himself along all this time, pretending his life was great and everything was cool, all the while convincing himself that becoming 'Super 13' would magically fix everything, and somehow make him whole, while erasing every mistake he had ever made.

Not at all...

13 suddenly stopped his walk suddenly at that thought. He propped his bottle of overpriced, low quality liquor up hard, to take a more serious slug of the beast... but instead he just slugged a beast.

The dull thud of the glass hitting someone's head, might as well have been a gunshot noise for the ominousness of it. Through the tinted glass of the bottle, 13 caught sight of the diminuitive man he had accidentally struck, and it made his blood run cold, as the world around him seemingly slowed down to a snail's pace...

-oh shit- was the only thought in his head now

"You stupid son of a-" Vegeta began to rant as he raised his head back up... but paused, when he noticed, whoever had bumped him was no longer there…?

"What's the matter, honey?" Bulma asked, but she didn't get an answer.

Vegeta just glared forward. What a mystery, he thought, in complete confusion about what just struck him...

Boy... did mysteries make him angry!

"Come on Dad, let's go on some rides!" Trunks squealed, pulling his father by the arm, whom, getting over his mystery loathing, began to cuss like a sailor over this instead. But, he had promised his son, and Trunks had inherited a touch of his belligerence. He couldn't say no to him, lest Trunks end up growing up to be a reasonable person. You had to nurture that feeling of superiority and entitlement while they were young, after all... there was no helping it, even if bending to someone else's whims made him want to projectile vomit monologues like a boisterous machine gun, he had to do it.

Soon, he, his wife, and his son had stomped off out of sight.

And 13, who had dove into a nearby cotton candy machine in a panic, then, and only then, decided it was now safe enough to choke up a cone or two in terror.

The Z people were here!

How the hell hadn't any of them noticed... he needed to warn the others! Before this travesty became a tragedy!

He made to fire out of the candy machine, and cease being the second biggest health code violation here... after just the general hygiene of the carny folk... but suddenly, he was frozen. Frozen by a voice

"Dear, let's get some sweet cotton!"

"Okay!"

Dang it!

13 could have coughed up a lung then, as he recognized the voices! Of all the theme parks, of all the cotton candy machines in the world... they had to choose this one... in this town... in this time... while he was cowardly shoved into it...

This was always how this was going to happen, he suddenly realized... it was all over... but he couldn't give up! Not here, not now!

"Screw you, destiny, I'm Super 13 and you're just a lame name for Jesus!" he thought to himself, and spoke aloud; really, really loudly.

13 fired out of the cotton candy machine with lightning speed, and dispatched the operator with a quick, well aimed punch to the face.

"Welcome folks, can I get you some cotton candy?" 13 called out, in goofy voice, to go along with his goofy looking cotton candy covered appearance.

Dr Brief it was, of course... and... Bulma's Mom?

They seemed momentarily startled by his appearance, and thankfully ignorant of the former operator collapsing behind the new one, but they got over it soon enough and approached him.

"Yes, my dear Marshmallow fellow," Dr Brief blathered, as he took his wife's hand, "Give us a cone or two, my good chap!"

As 13's eyes glared hatefully between them… he gave no response.

Dr Brief eyed the man with a bit of concern.

"... Are y-"

"You condescending tea drinkin', London laddydah," 13 exclaimed in fierce disgust, "I had no idea you were the one who-"

Abrupt silence followed, as 13 suddenly managed to stop himself, as he realized he was acting insane...

He was still very drunk, unfortunately.

":.. We just want some cotton candy..." Bulma's Mom said, distressed.

"Anything for you, babe-"

13 about had a seizure, as he realized he just said what he just said.

"I meant, anything for a beautiful customer like yourself! I mean, anything for the customer... customer's always right!" he tried, finding every sentence that came out of his mouth sounded terrible.

Doctor and Mrs Brief stood in horror and silence for a few moments.

"... Let's do something else, eh hon?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Wait!" 13 called after them, as they ran away, "I... I'm sorr... sorry."

He sighed bitterly. What the hell was he doing? Shut up, and let them go, you damn fool, he thought to himself. There were more important things to take care of anyway... like getting out of here! Also, maybe tell the others about Vegeta... but jesus he needed to get out of here right now befor-

"I'll take a cone, candy man."

The... very last person he wanted to see... was standing there. 15, had somehow picked the worst moment ever to wander upon him. 13 glared at the smaller android. How much... had he heard? He could only wonder... he had to tread carefully here.

"Don't go super candy man on me now," 15 joked, underneath his cloak of nunchuks, "I just want some sweet cotton!"

13 thought to reply... then simply stomped off at that instead, leaving his post. Best avoid 15 if he could. If he had gleaned his secret or not, an icy cold shoulder seemed the best defense to him.

"Oh come on, don't be a baby. I'm just kidding with you." 15 chortled as he followed him, spinning several nunchuks at once and terrifying nearby pedestrians as he went, "Why the long face?"

"I just want some space, damnit," 13 sighed, then stopped suddenly, "Oh, and Vegeta is here by the way."

"I saw," 15 grinned, "Don't bother me, we can always get away from that nut, no problem."

"Yeah, so let's just run away like usual. I'll go first."

With a burst of aura, 13 lost his candy coating. And with a scramble of hands, located a fifth of vodka in his vest, and took a slug.

"That's not like you," 15 surmised, "Violence and danger make you get all creepy and smirked up. Why are you just laming around this time?"

"No reason."

"No reason?" 15 asked, "Cut the shit, whats up with you?"

"Just shut up and leave me alone already!" 13 cried exasperatedly.

15 smiled wide and chuckled. 13 was perfectly ready to fly off and forget him, but his next words suddenly stayed him... the words he had been dreading...

"You mind if I talk to Bulma's mom a bit first?"

13 coughed on his drink, and suddenly turned his face awkwardly.

"You sly old dog, whatcha looking so guilty for? You'd think I caught you in the backseat with your cousin or something!"

13 sported the guiltiest of guilty looks, he knew. Damn it, 15, of all people. He would never let it go.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, desperation apparent.

"You know what I'm talking about, your blushing like a school girl!" 15 grinned ear to ear, "You got a crush on Bulma's mom, dontcha!"

"No, damnit, I'm just... drunk is all..."

"Oh really," 15 said, suddenly jumping up, "Then you won't mind me doing this..."

He cleared his throat, as 13 raised his eyebrow.

"Ahem... BULMA'S MOM, I LOVE YOU! THIS IS ANDR-"

13 tackled the yelling 15 to the ground. Anything to stop him, as his voice had been a perfectly imitated rendition of his own just then. A skill of a full robot, he guessed. The two went tumbling into the bushes, where they eventually stopped. He had managed to hide them from notice, but it was too late to stop the intended effect.

"That voice...?"

Many faces in the park had turned to face the racket, but only one that mattered. And, however the hell he had, 15 had caught it.

"Why'd you stop me, 13?" 15 asked, devilishly.

"Shut your damn mouth!" 13 shrieked back.
15 grinned like a demon in response... and 13 cursed under his breath.

"It's fine, 13. I'll be good, I won't tell anyone, anything!" 15 exclaimed happily, "I promise!"

13 frowned bitterly.

"... You want something, don't you?"

15 smiled even brighter.

"... Any chance you're going to take it easy on me?"

"What do you think?"

… 13 frowned.

"$20!" 17 screamed, "For some crappy Polaroids of my loser friends on a lame log ride? I'm going to ring your neck... you Cell wannabe!"

"Sir?"

The teller could only eye his strange customer with concern.

"Let's jump in the water for a sec... I'm going to hit you with my ultimate technique: Murder Bubble!"

"What?"

17 frowned then, tapping his fingers on the counter of log ride service station... and then he randomly shrugged.

"I don't know... I don't even know why I'm hassling you man, making references and jokes you couldn't possibly understand," he sighed, "Hell, truth be told, I already stole the pictures anyways."

He presented them to the worker to prove his point, holding them up; in them he was giving 15 and 14 bunny ears.

"I never even planned on paying for them anyway. And, I don't even really have an issue with you ripping off people. Case in point; I do it myself all the time."

17 sighed wistfully, staring deep into the booth worker's eyes.

"I guess, I just have a need for drama or something."

"Well," the underpaid amusement park worker sighed, "It takes a big man to acknowledge your shortcomings."

"... You really think so, bud?" 17 smiled earnestly, "You're not angry with me for stealing from ya?"

"Well, I don't really have a personal stake in this myself, you know? I'm not keeping the money, I'm just doing what my boss tells me. Hell, I even think this is a rip off. So who am I to judge you? That's how I see it."

"You know what, I think you're the real, 'big man', here, boss," 17 said with a genuine smile, "You've really thought this through with an open mind. I respect that."

"Well," the worker scratched his head, "Thanks, I guess?"

"I'm so impressed, I want you to have this back," 17 said graciously, handing the man a leather pouch, "For being such a good listener. You're a good man, dude."

"My wallet!?" the worker suddenly freaked out, fumbling through it, "When did you... wait, where's the money?"

17 walked off as the worker screamed back at him, feeling remarkable. Today was gonna be some shit, some good shit, and he was very enthusiastic for it. He leapt into the air, right before the booth worker could spear him, presumably for his robbery[though he may have also been a fan boy], and zoomed ahead, wondering what other fun he could find in this place.

He could spin the Ferris wheel faster, for instance. Or, he could shake the roller coaster rails to make it a more exciting ride for everybody! Maybe go in the haunted house and start yelling about how lame and not scary it was... you know, liven things up for everybody! He was literally spoiled with choice in terms of entertaining diversions... by god did he love theme parks!

He flew around, dancing the options through his mind, wondering what to do first... when all of a sudden, something caught his eye. Something, familiar...

He flew down suddenly then, quick enough to avoid detection in the night time air... beside the merry go round. The flashing lights on lots of motion covered for him pretty well. He then stepped up, and infiltrated the crowd surrounding it. Rather popular attraction, it seemed. Especially with families with younger children...

He made his way carefully through the crowds of screaming brats and frayed housewives and house hubbies. Eventually, he reached his target and without further delay, and a touch of disdain, he roughly tapped on a certain lady in line's shoulder.

"Sis!" 17 exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

18 swung around, with not a lot of gusto.

"17?" she sighed, slowly turning, looking very mellow, "What's up?"

The prodigal sister. 17 was still mad she didn't move into the tower after the courtroom shenanigans, which was his hope for the outcome of that whole mess from the beginning. Alas, her fierce determination to be independent from him was not so easily defeated. And, something about her being here, right now... really irritated him even more. He couldn't put his finger on it. But, he felt a bit betrayed for whatever reason...

"Me and the guys are seeing the sights, nothing major, and then I spot you here... so what are you doing here?" he asked, coldly.

"Just, enjoying the sights... with the family... You're acting kinda weird 17." she frowned, sipping her oversized park drink, "You upset about something?"

Duh, 17 thought to himself. She knew it too, and he guessed she also knew why he was mad...
"You went to a theme park," he frowned, "But you didn't think of inviting me?"

"... That upsets you?" she asked curiously, "I didn't think I had to call you every time I left the house."

"You seriously go to a place like this, and you don't even consider inviting me? This used to be our thing! It says something, that you didn't even think of inviting me, 18!"

"It... says something? Well excuse me, 17," she shrugged, condescendingly, "I'm out with Krillin and Marron today. I wasn't exactly planning to play bumper cars with real cars, or Hyper Ferris wheel tonight! And I didn't think you'd be up for a regular, 'civilian' trip through a theme park."

17 frowned at that insinuation... in truth he did find that boring as hell, and god damn no matter how this conversation went, at least one frickin game of Hyper Ferris wheel was gonna happen tonight, come hell or high water! ... but he didn't need to admit that right now.

It would hurt his point!

"Besides, you came here, and you didn't invite me either, did you?"

17 blinked.

"I guess... I didn't," 17 sighed suddenly, feeling a little guilty, "Huh, I don't know, I'm so used to you doing your own thing, I didn't imagine you'd want to come..."

18 shrugged.

"It's alright," she shrugged, "We both ended up here anyway, right? So... peace?"

"... Yeah," 17 smiled, "Peace. So... whatcha doing, you going on the merry go round, maybe I'll join you guys?... where's the kid and the kid sized adult?"

"Oh, they're um... they're just over-" 18 suddenly seemed to get uncomfortable.

"We're back!" a familiar metallic voice interrupted.

17 glared up at the giant, who suddenly hesitated in his tracks. Then back to his sister who smiled awkwardly.

… 17 was getting angry!

"Mama, you should have went on the ride!" Marron called, clinging to the giant's Mohawk, "Uncle 16 made the ride go faster and scared everyone... even Daddy!"

17's jaw hit the floor... 16... 16 played Mega-merry-go-round without him?

"That's not true," Krillin complained, trailing them, "I just wasn't ready. Besides, I thought he was going to destroy it! Why would you mess with the equipment like that 16?"

"I just... I don't know," 16 said, carefully, as he continued to look very guilty under 17's glare, "I was told that's how you ride a Merry-go-round..."

"Someone told you that you ride an attraction for kids... by digging your foot into the metal flooring, and kicking off the ground til you put the contraption up to 70 miles an hour and the interworkings burst into flame! ?"

An explosion rang out from the front of the line.

"... The flames are how you know it's ready..." 16 recalled what he had been told, guiltfully, under 17's continued glare.

"What damn lunatic told you that?" Krillin exclaimed.

A flaming merry-go-round horse suddenly javelin-ed into the ground beside them, illuminating 17's appearance with light as the rest of the crowd went running in terror.

"Hey, 17's here?" Krillin suddenly exclaimed, "Yo... dude... What are you up to?"

"What am I up to?" 17 suddenly exclaimed, with a harsh anger that made everyone super uncomfortable, "Apparently, I'm crashing the 'happy 18 family outing'!"

"Please don't be a drama queen about this," 18 begged.

"Why, cause being a drama queen makes it hard for you to pretend I'm not here... thus having a perfect little... whatever?"

"What?" she seethed back in confusion.

"17... she told me not to tell you-"

"16!" 18 growled, as 17 gasped like a tornado... or something that gasps super over the top.

Krillin blinked, confused.

"How could you sis!"

"Thanks, 16!" 18 seethed and the larger android winced, "... Okay, fine, I went out of my way not to invite you! I admit it! But I had a good reason!"

"What the hell could that possibly be?" 17 roared indignantly.

"Because you're kinda nuts and super reckless and I worry about having Marron around you." 18 sighed, "Okay?"

"That's bullshit," 17 frowned, "Marron loves me, don't you hon?"

Marron blinked as he gestured towards her.

"Who is that strange man, Uncle 16?"

"That's not the point, 17. Danger follows your every turn. You haven't had a single sane day since you made those wishes, and you know it."

"I-" he exclaimed, hesitating "I... nothing really happened last Sunday did it? We just sat up on the roof, and watched Saibaman ravage the countryside. It was nice relaxing day, with no action whatsoever!"

17 paused, wondering why everyone was staring at him angrily for that statement.

"You see?" she fired back, "You can't even deny it. 17, you cause drama everywhere you go. I have to think of Marron's safety first!"

"What are you saying?" he seethed.

"I'm saying... I don't," she sighed, finally making eye contact again, "I'm saying I don't think I want you around my kid, 17."

The park grew abruptly silent at that. Krillin's mouth hung open, not believing he heard the words himself, while 16's brow furrowed in disdain and concern. Marron, merely sipped her drink aboard the giant's shoulders, not really understanding what was happening... while 17, stared back... looking like the wind had been knocked out of him.

His eyes darted back and forth, between the group. While his lip quivered, his mind unable to form a come back to that one. In some small way, he understood the intention of keeping her daughter safe. But, somewhere in his mind... 17 had never even once considered the idea his sister could truly, truly rebuke him, at least not this directly. Even in the days when they had been separated, it had been mostly his doing... not hers...

He had always thought, face to face, he could always bring her round to his side... but, that illusion was suddenly shattered...

"D-... Don't screw around 18," 17 suddenly growled, "I'm not gonna 'grow up' just because you act like a total jerk to me."

"I know that," she sighed, "I've accepted this is the way you are. But I'm saying, I just can't have 'this', around my kid."

His eyes sharpened with fury.

"You... you backstabbing tr-"

But before he could finish his spite fuled insult, another, larger and much more ominous explosion suddenly rang out, suddenly putting an end to the situation.

"Sure, I'll keep your lil crush a secret, hillbilly. As long as you do, just one thing for me!" the little troll had chided.

13 slammed head first into the ferris wheel, with enough force to swing it off it's axle and crater his body into the ground... leaving his legs to dangle pathetically in the air. The force rattled him greatly, he physically couldn't even react right away after wards, as his systems rebooted and attempted to restore. Honestly though, he was surprised he weathered the blow even this well...

"CLOWN!" Vegeta roared into the night like a deranged maniac, "WHERE DOES A DAMN TOASTER LIKE YOU GET OFF CALLING ME THAT? !"

Boy, that particular insult really rubbed him the wrong way, for whatever reason. 13 figured, Vegeta must have struck him before he fully finished powering up, rage causing him to rush. Only explanation as to why he wasn't in several pieces...

"Got any more little insults, before I dismantle you!" Vegeta screamed, as he roughly ripped the android from the ground.

13 hesitated, coming eye to eye with his glaring, throbbing, snarling face, before he could catch his bearings and look away.

"15, I did it!" he screeched, "Get off your ass and get me out of here already!"

It was a cry of weakness, and surrender. 13 was beyond shame at this point though. Off in the distance, beyond the wreckage and the screaming crowds, 15 struggled to stop his laughter induced seizure long enough to answer.

"Why? This is so rich!" he called/gasped, before going into another deep chuckle, "And, it's exactly what you deserve!"

13 boiled on the inside despite the terror. Even knowing this was just tit for tat, for when he had tossed 15 into a fight to the death with Vegeta back when they were first revived, he was still morally outraged and ready to kill the munchkin reject with all his righteous indignation! Luckily for him, so was Vegeta.

"Who the hell said I was going to be happy killing just one of you?" Vegeta seethed, as he was suddenly hovering over the smaller android, with 13 still locked in his grip.

"..." 15 blinked, suddenly getting over his humor, "... HELP!"

And that's exactly what he got. At that moment, suddenly 14 appeared beside Vegeta... causing him to hesitate, right as his arm was about to grasp 15's face. 15 then gagged in panic, as he just then noticed the Saiyan had moved at all.

"Dolly Parton me, may I butt in?" 14 seethed, smashing his two extra large 'Double D Dolly Daniel Aide' drinks together in front of him.

Vegeta shielded his eyes from the glass and splashing liquid... and winced in visible pain from the terrible pun... but was taken aback, when suddenly the liquid burst into flames.

Again, he hesitating, flinging 13 to the ground as he stopped to quickly swat out the flames on his clothes. When he returned his glare, 15 was there.

"Batter up," he seethed, raising up a dozen sets of nunchuks bunched together in one baseball bat like weapon, "Clown Prince!"

With all his might, he swung! And... very anti-climatically, 15 paused in horror mid swing, as all his sets of chucks broke and shattered against the 'clown's' skull... as the Saiyan hadn't seen a need to block.

"..." 15 smiled in awkward silence, "I meant Town Prince! Not Clown, I promise! Please, 13's the one that called you clown, GET HIM!"

Vegeta moved slowly forward, as veins appeared on his face and fire seemed to be coming from his eyes.

"Good 'Dolly', hope you 'Parton' this second interruption-" 14 started, as he wound up his arm for a punch.

Before he could throw it though, Vegeta unceremoniously reached out his hand, and rapped the giant on the head, which promptly fired him about 3 kilometers down, into the Earth's crust.

"Please stop," 15 cried, raising his hands defensively, "I don't care if you kill me, but please stop making that face... you're freaking me the hell out!"

"What's the matter little one," Vegeta seethed as his face continued to scrunch horrifyingly, "You don't like looking at clowns?"

"I said Town! I swear to god I said Town!"

"Me too!" 13 chimed in, laying on the ground to the side, "I said you're a town... cause you are so huge... yeah!"

Vegeta sizzled in his own outrage for a second, then came at 15 again!

"Wait," 15 suddenly exclaimed, "If you kill me, that's one less person shorter than you! Your tallness ranking will drop!"

Vegeta... actually suddenly hesitated again.

"Yo!" 17 cried, as him and 18 flew full speed, straight into the side of Vegeta's skull, feet first!

… Nothing happened.

"God damnit," he seethed, as they quickly lept off his head and landed on the ground, "It worked for Trunks and Goten against Buu! Why not us?"

17 glanced around... then slowly glanced back to his sister, and grinned.

"So, you don't want me near your family, but you'll fight with me though?"

"Two different things 17. I'm not gonna let you die, and I'm not gonna let you get my kid hurt. You understand?"

"I understand perfectly. You don't make any sense at all!"

"17!" 15 cried at the top of his lungs, "Focus damnit! This isn't funny anymore!"

"Indeed, it's not..." Vegeta seethed, as he turned from one android to the next with glee, "It's hilarious!"

17 and 18 glared back and bared their fists. 16 stepped up slowly from behind sporting a wary glare. 14 lifted himself out of the earth with a crazy smile, and 15 slowly stood back up on his quivering legs... 13 continued to lie on the ground underneath him.

"So hilarious!" Vegeta continued, with a hearty chuckle.

"God he's weird," 18 seethed.

"Enough," Vegeta roared suddenly, "You really think you have everything figured out, don't you boys? That you have some power in this situation?"

"... Boys?"

"You don't get it, do you?" he grinned menacingly, "Let me spell it out. We're the only ones here. The Sons are at home. And I've been blasting off my power level randomly all over the planet for days now, thanks to you releasing those dead people!"

"That was Janemba, dude."

"No one is coming to save you this time! The Sons will just think I found another straggler from hell. You can cause some crazy monster to show up, but I promise I'll ignore him to kill you first. And," Vegeta suddenly reached into his pocket and placed a pair of shades on his face, "... I will no longer be affected by Taiyoken,"

"Solar Flare," 17 quickly corrected.

"There is no escape," Vegeta chuckled, "I'll admit, you bothered me more than most weaklings could ever hope to. But every bug, gets their smashing. And today, is yours. Everyone of you dies, TONIGHT!"

Vegeta's expression darkened, as he found his threat was met with only loud, obnoxious laughter.

18 regarded her brother very worriedly, as did everyone else.

"So stupid," 17 snorted loudly, instantly retaking control of himself, "I don't know where you get off, but I gotta tell you Vegeta, you had one chance to 'smash' me, and you blew it. Back when I wasn't in... 'control', fully. And that's back when Goku made you coward out back at my cabin... which you destroyed... which you still haven't paid for, btw-"

"God you love to talk," Vegeta sighed, "But who am I to take a man's last words away?"

17 chuckled again.

"Man you love to grandstand." he sighed, "Vegeta, don't you get it? You're the one going down here."

Vegeta suddenly laughed despite himself.

"Oh boy, you're out of your-"

"You're mind?" 17 smirked, "Do you even get how stupid you are? Seriously?"

"Enough of this," Vegeta growled powering up.

"You think it was your plan, for you to get yourself, all alone... with all of us?" 17 shook his head, sadly, continuing unabated, "That this entire time, I've been 'escaping' you? For real?"

Almost, unbelievably, Vegeta hesitated.

"You poor thing, you've been played like a fiddle I'm afraid to tell you."

"You can't even touch me, you weak piece of gar-"

"Oh but I can," 17 sighed, "And, thanks to the way things have been going in the last few days, nobody's going to blame me. Even, if it comes... to killing you."

Vegeta glared.

"I've spent all this time making my wish powers look weaker than they are, and you've done your part, acting like a mad dog so perfectly, it was too easy," 17 shrugged, "When I kill you, the Sons are going to think it's something I 'barely' accomplished... and, thanks to your blood thirsty stupidity, they're going to think I was more than justified. At the end of the day, I'll have killed one of the strongest Z fighters, all while having most of the others think I'm not dangerous at all."

17 grinned, saluting Vegeta.

"Thanks for being so weak minded, Vegeta. I'm not sure I could of defeated you otherwi-ughhhhhhhhhhh!"

17 gaped forward, dry heaving as he felt his pancreas rub up against his spine.

"I'm going to make this slow for you, boy," Vegeta seethed, slowly bringing his fist back out from 17's gut, "Bash you around real good, for all the annoyances you've given me. We're gonna have some real fun tonight!"

14 and 15 jumped him from him from behind then, Vegeta simply blasted the big one, and replaced the smaller one where his fist had just been, firing 17 and 15 skipping across the ground.

Next was 16 and 18's turns, the bigger one attempted to grab him and got an uppercut to the face for his trouble. 18, with perhaps the only gambit with a chance of working, tried to slice him with a distructo disc, but only got backhanded for her trouble. The action, was strong enough to smash her into the earth and bounce her off like a basketball. And, before she could even register another thought, he then grabbed her foot and flung into the stunned 16, firing them in the opposite direction of the other duo.

"Vegeta, stop this please!" Krillin seethed, finally showing himself, "This park is still partially filled with people, and you've more than made your point!"

"Stay out of this, baldy," Vegeta growled, "Or come fight me! There's no third choice!"

"Damn it Vegeta," he seethed, deciding to give up on explaining that he had hair once again, instead, he removed his jacket, "Is there even a second choice when you're being this much of an asshole?"

He powered up, even knowing it was very stupid and more than likely useless on his part...

Meanwhile, still playing dead on the ground, 13 stared northward cursing his own existence. Why the hell was this happening... he just wanted to drink himself to death in his goddamn bar. God, he knew it was over with Bulma's Mom... it was just a ghost of a feeling at this point, one he dearly wanted to forget, that's all!

A time before he was an Android... a time when his life had still had some potential... god damn why remember what you can't change?

But... he should of let that little idiot just embarrass him instead... it wasn't worth this.

Jesus! Why did this have to be the reason they all died! ?

... Did Vegeta really have them, like he said he did? Free and clear to murder them all? Was 17 really out of tricks?

And the biggest, burning, darkest question paining his mind… How much.. would it, seriously... bother him... to... quietly... carefully... sneakthehelloutofherealonewhileVegetawasn'tpayingattentiontohim?

All that much? If he drank enough, at all?

God it was tempting, god, just one... more... delicious... beautifully numbing drink. Honestly, he wouldn't even need to run away... maybe even just one drink would give him the strength to stand with his buddies and save the day?

He was always better in a fight when he was drunk, after all. Maybe that would help him win and save everyone!

He just needed... to sneak away first... and get one... or two... or so...

…

Jesus.

"Damn it!" he roared, flying out of the earth, right towards Vegeta, "Damn it!"

What was the point, what was the point, he was just going to get killed! Damn, why did he have to have any backbone at all! ?

And, as expected, his attack did nothing at all, he didn't even get to land it. Vegeta turned around to him, punched him square in the face, drilled his ribs to crunchy bits, before smashing him straight back into the earth from whence he had come.

… Back in the same place. Only now, in an incredibly intense amount of pain! What the hell was the point! ? God he needed a drink even more now...

Vegeta's fist slammed into 18's face, roughly slamming her into the ground, as she attempted to rescue Krillin from the beat down he was receiving, whom crumpled and fell right after her. 17 and 16 flew up, and attempted a tag team attack... both were promptly smacked down too... but Vegeta grabbed 17 before he could sail off...

Suddenly, his fingers were in his mouth, pressing against either side of his jaw.

"Let's shut up that smart mouth of your once and for all, boy!" Vegeta roared.

13's eyes widened. He was going to rip him apart, he suddenly realized. 17 was about to die!

He turned around, 15 and 14 were on their feet... rushing forward...

Despite his pain, he too got to his feet, but not for the same reason. The other two were going for a useless play, he had to stop them!

He had suddenly saw it, as 17's life was in the balance. There was only one chance now... and one chance only... But... how could he convince them in time? Whatever he did, he had to make it quick!

"Stop!" he roared, jumping in front of the duo.

Instead of stopping, they slammed into him. 15 flew into his head, smacking him airborne with his speed, and then 14 chomped down on his leg like a dog as he ran forward... Dragging him along in his insane sprint!

"Stop you idiots!" 13 screamed at the top of his lungs, as they blindly dragged him along, "We can't stop him unless we form up! Super 13 is the only chance we got!"

But his cries fell on death ears. They couldn't hear him, over their own battle cries of desperation. Fear and fury ruling their senses.

16 then slowly picked himself up from the rubble, only to pause in shock as he gazed on the sight of his brother about to be ripped in twine.

"No, not agai~!" he started to scream... but before he could finish his sentence, or try anything, a gaggle of baffoons smacked into his back full force.

"16!" 13 screamed, his voiced muffled by his face being smashed into the largest android's back, "Hawp me stup this idits, there's no tim levt!"

"What?" the larger android asked.

18 slowly rose from her landing point as well, and saw what was going on as well. And luckily, she had a much cooler head on her shoulders than the others seemed to. She quickly created a Distructo Disc and aimed for Vegeta's body, he'd have to let go of him, or lose his torso! There was no~

14, desperate and galloping, struck her right in the side, nearly knocking her out, and causing her to lose her Disc, as it flew into the sky, and out of sight... in the opposite direction.

"You idiots," she seethed in pain, yet paused, taking a second to take in the legion-esque moron body pile she was caught up in, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"18!"

"What?" she seethed in response to the muffled voice, and the desperate hand roughly gripping her shin.

"Slice up 14 and 15 with a Distructo Disc right now!" 13 screamed, "I need to form up Super 13 right now or 17's gonna die!"

It was a solid plan. And there was just enough time, and 18 was cold and decisive enough to actually do the deed...

... Unfortunately though, with 13's face still firmly smashing into 16's back, all she heard was:

'Slide up fort if ten wither truck dough is rye now! I eat the worm up hooper dirt thin right how, or evan's tent gonna lie!'

Truth be told, with 13 thick accent, she probably wouldn't have heard him any better un-muffled.

"... What?" she roared again, after a confused pause.

It was too damn late! 13 knew it to his core. They weren't going to get to him in time, let alone help! 17 would be dispatched, and then Vegeta would turn on them, one by one, til no one was left. Not that it would mattter... once 17 was gone, they all might as well be dead...

13 reached out his hand in desperate frustration... why did Gero make it so 15 and 14 had to die for him to power up? Hadn't he realized how dangerously tedious it was? There was no time... to do anything good with it...

Maybe that had been the point, Gero wanted to make sure they never tried to use it to save someone. Only to kill.

Fitting, being created by him, their fate was only to destroy and be destroyed. That idiot could never think in anything but black and white. The most worthless man... he cursed his blood.

Still, 13 was filled with regret. Sorry Nephew, he thought, If only, I was a little... more super.

"Papa!" 14 roared, with 13's leg still jammed in his mouth.

The nut leapt into the air, and the five androids were sent hurtling impotently at Vegeta in a crumpled mass. It was actually more effective than 13 had thought, as Vegeta was actually stunned by the sight, and made to laugh. At least they had bought 17 a couple more seconds...

"Oh that's rich," Vegeta grinned richly at his captive, "You must be mighty proud of your stable of lemmings, aren't you boy? Tell you what, why don't I let you watch me kill them before you, would you like that?"

17 glared back, all he could do with two hands stuffed in his mouth.

"Yeah, let's do that!" Vegeta smiled deviously, as he suddenly crammed 17 in a headlock and turned to the legion of rejects, "Galick GUN!"

His roar welcomed out a burst of light so bright, it blinded the flying androids on their useless trajectory. As Vegeta roared the most victorious bout of obnoxious laughter though, he did hear the slightest whisper from his captor... suspiciously clearly.

"Lemmings? You wish."

Vegeta blinked.

SMASH

And impact occurred at the middle of the mostly destroyed park. The hit was so hard, a sink hole stretched out like a black hole, sucking a large percentage of the park down in the earth as the depression greatly expanded.

For a moment, not a pin drop was heard. And though it was obvious what had happened, even those involved were awestruck.

...

"Ahh!" Vegeta seethed, tearing himself from the hole in the ground he'd been sent, "What the hell was that!"

He roared into the sky in bright fury. But no sooner had he asked, had his question been answered. By, the terrifying form floating above him.

"What the hell is that!" Vegeta screamed again in a slightly different tone.

"I am," it seethed in righteous rage loud enough to split the air, "... Omega 13!"

Vegeta blinked. 13 was floating above him... 16 was gripping his right leg tightly. While 14 was gripping his left leg tightly, but facing backwards.

"I'm the right leg!" he announced.

In one hand, 13 tightly gripped 17's shin, in the other, 18's, as 18 desperately rubbed a red mark on her forehead and cursed.

"Why the hell did you slam me into him, you redneck freak!" she cried.

And, on top of 13's head... you guessed it, was little old 15, tightly clasping on.

"I'm the brains of this outfit, obviously." he smirked.

18 suddenly hesitated at that statement, then glanced around in a panic.

"17... are we... are we the goddamn fists! ?"

"I am Omega 13!" 13 roared, "Feel the power of my Rebel Heart Beat-Down!"

"Is this a f#cking dream I'm having?" Vegeta seethed, right before 14's body was slammed into him hard enough to impact the earth yet again.

"Fi, Fy, Fo, FUM!" 13 screamed at the top of his lungs, "I smell the blood of a CLOWN DWARF!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vegeta screamed with a level of rage as of yet unheard of.

He burst from the ground at top speed, smacking into the giant at several different directions at blistering speeds. Omega 13 took the attack in stride, even raising his hand to his face as he yawned.

"D... Did you just yawn on my god damn face, 13?" 17 seethed.

"Enough of this," 13 sighed, and suddenly appeared behind Vegeta.

"How the hell are you so quick?" he seethed in desperate confusion, right before 18 and 17's skulls were slammed into his torso no less than 27 times a piece.

Vegeta fell out of the sky, and the two androids seethed in pain and desperately rubbed their heads while loudly cursing.

"I can't be defeated!" 13 roared proudly.

"Shut the hell up!" his body parts roared back.

"This is stupid as hell!" Vegeta screamed, rising from the rubble.

He pulled himself up, rage pouring off him like water, to a standing position, as he carefully held his sides in pain.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of fusion! ?" he seethed, "It's ridiculous!"

"I am the ultimate form!" 13 retorted, "Gaze on the form of a higher being, and be HUMBLED!"

"You're just bunch of idiots huddled together," Vegeta growled back, spitting on the ground in disgust, "I don't know how you're managing to combine your energy levels... but there's no way you can maintain it!"

"You think so?" 13 chuckled brazenly.

"All it takes is one of you to lose concentration," Vegeta seethed, "An itchy nose, a distracting thought... a strong breeze even. And then I'll rip you toasters limb from limb... individually!"

They all laughed at that one, slightly wounding the Saiyan's resolve.

"I wouldn't count on it, dork." 15 grinned.

"No way you can keep up the concentration," Vegeta smirked, rubbing some blood from his mouth, "It would require an inhuman amount of it-"

"You really are stupid," 15 grinned, "What the hell do you think we are?"

"WE'RE ANDROIDS!" they cried in unison.

Vegeta winced. And, in the back of his mind, 17's earlier words suddenly echoed in his head.

"You think it was your plan, for you to get yourself, all alone, with all of us?"

"This can't be happening." he thought aloud, "I... I'm not alone! Two can play at this!"

It was enough to confuse the amalgamation, for a second... as Vegeta suddenly bolted away.

"He's running?" 15 seethed in disbelief.

"I'm not running!" Vegeta screamed over his own shoulder as he ran.

"God damn dude, have some dignity," 17 chided, as the body gave chase.

"Shut up!" he roared behind his back again, "Y-You're just a damn hand!"

Vegeta blazed forward... towards the largest section of the park not yet destroyed... he needed something... he needed a weapon!

He touched down, as he found what he was looking for...

"Dad?" Trunks exclaimed, outside the DollyWood log ride where this all began, with the rest of the Brief family, "Why'd you run away!"

"Ididn'trunaway!" Vegeta seethed in a panic, as he rushed up, "I just came for some help!"

"Oh... good idea hon!" Bulma nodded, suddenly catching on, "I'll call Gok~"

"Don't you dare," Vegeta seethed, "I can handle them... I just need your help!"

"My help?" Bulma asked, more than slightly confused.

"Not just you..." Vegeta seethed, "All of your help."

His glinted towards Dr Brief and Bulma's Mom. To Trunks, and back to Bulma.

"Come here!"

~
"Ahh!" feminine screams were heard, as heels clacked on the pavement. Bulma and her mother barely escaping Vegeta's grasp.

"Whatever, this will have to do!" he said, brandishing Trunks and Dr. Brief like a sword and shield respectively.

"My dear lad," Dr Brief sighed, "Have you lost your bloody mind!"

"Yeah, Dad, let's fight them together!" Trunks cried in converse enthusiasm.

"Shut up son, old man." Vegeta seethed, "Just follow my lead!"

With a roar of energy, he blasted off, back towards the other grouping... and it was their turn to be incredulous.

Vegeta, brandishing his child and father in law like weapons of war...

"... Are you serious?" 15 asked, hesitantly.

"ARE YOU?" Vegeta roared back.

"Come on, man. I get the kid... kinda... but what are you seriously getting from that old man?" 15 sighed, "Your just making me feel bad here."

"I say, I believe I like that chap in the eccentric hat, maybe we should listen to what he says?" Dr. Brief tried desperately.

"If you pity him enough to hesitate," Vegeta sneered, "He's more than doing his part!"

At that, Vegeta smacked his 'sword' against his 'shield'. The androids collectively winced.

"Big Mistake!" Vegeta cried, taking full advantage.

He fired his knee into 13, bashed him around a bit, and then fired him downward.

"That's more like it!" Vegeta roared, "I have to thank you, for showing me a version of fusion I can actually stomach!"

13 picked himself off the ground, slowly, rubbing the dirt from his face.

"Ugh, you stupid hillbilly!" 18 seethed, "What did you just rub into my hair!"

"Vegeta," 13 frowned, ignoring her, "You don't understand this fusion!"

"Sure I do!" Vegeta grinned, "This fusion isn't one of cooperation. It's one of using others! That's why I like it!"

At that he laughed victoriously, as Dr. Brief whimpered and Trunks joined in on his laughter hesitantly.

"N... Oh, you do understand it then," 13 blinked, "Nevermind."

"Who the f ck made him the center?" 18 screamed in a bloody rage.

"Enough, let's end this!" Vegeta growled, adjusting his sunglasses, which had miraculously survived this whole time, "... Catch!"

Suddenly, he tossed Dr. Brief at them.

Instinctively, 13 rose his hands to catch the doctor... his hands being 18 and 17's faces... they did the job of catching him, but then he hesitated. Holding Brief in front of his face, he suddenly started to lose his concentration...

"Th-thanks old chap!" the Doc said, hesitantly and terrified.

13 shook with rage.

This doctor had repaired him the last time Vegeta beat him up... however, as he had found out... he was also the man that had taken the love of his life!

… Love, life. A wife, and a true family...

Everything he had lost by turning into an android... this pissy, weak, little scientist man had taken for himself... if only he were to die... then... then...

"What's the matter android," Vegeta smirked, "Lose your concentration?"

13 glanced up, just in time to see Vegeta's gleeful form coming down on him. Trunks creepily grinning kid face was moving down on him at a much faster pace though, straight towards his skull.

13 berated himself. How could he have been so damn foolish... he had been doing it! He was going to save the day... to think, they were going to die just because of his demons... god no! Don't let it end like this! He had to somehow weather this hit~!

Wham

Vegeta staggered back, as Trunks murmured dizzily.

"Dad, my head hurtss,"

"Not now son," he seethed, "Damn... he had armor on his head!"

Armor? … 13 wondered what that meant. He opened his eyes, hesitantly... to find 15's creepy smiling face.

"Make fun of my hat again," he grinned, "I dare you! Cause it just saved your country ass, cowboy~!"

Damn... 13 thought. 15 just took a hit for him... without him making him do it? 15?

"Stupid lucky androids, try this on for-" he started, as he raised Trunks above his head.

"Stop it, yah nut job," 13 cried, suddenly swiping Trunks from out his hands, "How about you try treating your family with a bit more respect? I mean, I'm all for hitting kids. But using them as blunt weapons is too much!"

"Damnit!" Vegeta roared, "Give me back my sword!"

"You want a sword? I'm sorry, all I got is a fist," 13 seethed, punching him into the earth again.

"Stupid Bastard, don't ever hit my dad!" Trunks roared, suddenly kicking out of his grip[18's grip] and blasting 13 in the face.

The hit did nothing much, but that bit got to 13... particularly that one word...

… Don't ever question me, you stupid bastard...

He accidentally remembered something nasty...

"D...dang it, boy. I ain't no... I'm just trying to help! Your dad needs a hit or two!"

"Go help this!" Trunks seethed, flipping the bird.

13 seethed in response, and scratched his head in frustration... then seethed again!

"My hand!" he roared, holding his hand in front of him, "It's... my hand! And my head! I didn't use 18's head to scratch 15 ass like I meant too!"

"What! ?" 18 seethed.

The androids began to glance among themselves at that... they were separated!

"What the hell 13, all you had to do was concentrate!" 15 seethed, "What happened to your 'Beat of Racism'!"

"The south, asshole, and I don't know... that kid..." 13 trailed off... as he glanced worriedly into the crater he had just sent Vegeta.

"... Did you hit him hard enough, to keep him down, that last time?" 17 asked.

"My head isn't hurting enough," 18 sighed, "So I'd guess... no."

The androids collectively sweat. Which was impressive, cause it should have been physically impossible for some.

"... Let's form up again-" 16 tried.

"Hell no," 17 said decisively, "Definitely, a one time thing only."

"What?" the others collectively seethed at him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a deep, foreboding scream suddenly caught their attention, as Vegeta fired up from the hole he was sent.

The androids, exchanged a brief glance, then quickly grabbed onto each other and pretended they were still fused, as if instinctively.

…

"I don't care how strong you are," Vegeta seethed, "I refuse to lose to something so... stupid!"

"Okay then," 15 shrugged, "Let's call it a draw!"

"Silence!" Vegeta screamed, "I got something for you instead. Something, even with your power, should give you some trouble! I'm going to blow this whole park up!"

Suddenly, he bunched himself up in semi fetal position. And started to amass ominous looking purple energy...

"Dad..." Trunks started up cautiously, "Wait! What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it," Vegeta growled, "I'm winning."

"But dad, you don't need to," Trunks seethed desperately, "They're not strong anymore, they're just pretending!"

"Dear god, listen to the boy!" Dr Brief cried out from the ground, "Take a damn chill pill once in a while!"

….

Vegeta frowned, continuing to gather energy.

"Okay, they're right!" 13 said, as he and the other androids slipped formation, "Stop doing that, please. We're weak now, you don't need to blow everything up to beat us!"

…

Vegeta... continued to power up.

"We're not lying asshole, quit it!" 18 seethed, "Please, both our families are in this frickin park, I just don't want them hurt!"

"... I... ugh... I believe you," Vegeta said, carefully, and, awkwardly,"It's just... I can't... I can't actually stop this technique after I start it..."

18 blinked.

"... You what?"

Vegeta strained, in awkward anger.

"It's a body explosion technique!" Vegeta seethed, "It's not like I can practice it like an upper cut or something!"

"Damn it! Why are you so crazy!"

"Screw you, tin cans!"

"G Damn Rage clown over here!" 15 roared, "Gonna murder everyone over nothing!"

"Just for that, I'm not sorry!" Vegeta screamed, "I want this to happen now!"

All the androids started cursing at the energy gathering asshole at that. Only one seemed to be thinking ahead, at all.

"Guys, I think we should run." 16 suggested loudly over the commotion. He turned heads, but his sentiment was a tad late to the party...

Ka-BOOM

And that was that, that was the end...

…. Of Dollywood.

Sadly, the damage was so great, and the West City location never pulled in a lot of money anyways... so the investors decided to just call a wash a wash and pulled out. No repairs were attempted. They took the insurance pay out and moved on. Dolly Parton herself blessed the destruction crews who quickly turned the burned out sight into a wildlife preservation... as the in park zoo animals all went wild, and nobody was up to recollect them.

Who could blame them though? If anything, it seemed like a bad omen of serious proportions was plaguing the land, to have your park mysteriously explode for no reason? Best to pull all human elements away from that craziness asap and keep it that way, right?.

No deaths was kinda strange... but still hard to get optimistic about it just because of that. Needless to say, resale value of the property was nearly non existent.

In short, it was a lost cause.

… Oh, you want to know what happened to the people?

Right...

As the explosion cleared and the dust settled, everyone slowly came back to their senses.

16 rose, standing over Dr. Brief, whom was still coughing on the smog. He eyed the giant with recognition and thanks. 16 in turn, gave the doctor a slight nod.

13 and 15 slowly rose out of the earth like zombies, aching like sore thumbs.

"I can't believe we lived through that," 13 seethed, "God damn I need a drink already."

"Ugh, still with that shit?" 15 sighed back.

13's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Oh don't mother-mary me, god damn I think I earned one, don't you-"

He was abruptly stopped, as 15 suddenly produced a healthy sized flask.

"Why don't you step up to a real man's drink!" he said, grinning ear to ear.

"... Now you're talking!" 13 roared in delight, swiping the bottle, "Knew there was something I liked about you, 15!"

He then greedily took a swig, but no sooner had he, then he was spitting it out.

"Gatorade?" he seethed in disgust.

"Gotta get them Electrolytes man!" he smiled brightly, "That's the real 'high', high on life!"

"I hate your guts," 13 sighed, flinging the flask away, while 15 nodded heartily in agreement.

Meanwhile, 14 fared a bit better.

"What's the opposite of saving Dr. Brief?" 14 asked.

Bulma and her mother coughed profusely, yet eyed the giant with no small amount of concern.

"Saving Mrs. Brief!" he roared, and then began a bout of bellowing laughter.

"Thanks for saving us, but," Bulma seethed, "Please don't take this the wrong way... but we're going to run away now... okay?"

14 didn't stop laughing, so they just bolted. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice...

"Guys!" 18 screamed, rising out of the rubble, shouldering an unconscious Krillin, "Where's my daughter! ?"

13,14,15 and 16 all glanced around and back to her with concern.

"I haven't seen her since the fighting started...?" 16 seethed in horror.

18's eyes widened in terror, as her heart began to beat faster and faster.

"MARRON!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Where did you last see her?" 16 asked.

"I don't know," she cried, "I, I left her with Krillin. But Vegeta knocked him out, I don't know what he did with her before he came to help us!"

"Surely," 13 frowned, "... Surely he didn't leave the kid in the park right?"

"He wasn't really gone long enough to go very far though..." 15 shrugged.

18 looked ready to panic.

"Krillin," she seethed, cradling her husband in her arms, "Where's our daughter? Please, wake up!"

The man was out cold at least, critically wounded at worst. They weren't getting a word out of his mouth, not before a sensu went into it at least...

Among this horribly silent crew, one bright thought lit up the night.

"Hey, where the hell's 17?" 13 asked.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, than the entire crew blasted off.

But, where had our intrepid hero gone? They did not know.

17 coughed on the dust of the explosion. He brushed it off his coat and pants, as he arose amongst the shrapnel and glass of the destroyed park rides around him. Only then, did he decide to produce the tiny tike from inside his coat to the open air again.

"And that's how you play Hyper Ferris Wheel," he smirked with utmost enthusiasm, "... Don't tell your mother!"

"What happened...?" Marron asked fearfully, more than slightly confused at the happenstances of the last few moments, as she was placed on the ground.

"Don't worry, I just saved your life, that's all," he said smiling, "That part you make sure you tell your mother, okay? That's all the thanks I need! … Okay?"

Marron eyed him confused.

"... Who are you?"

17 about broke a blood vessel.

"I'm 17! Your mother's brother! You know me!" 17 cried, "You love me! … Don't you? Remember, you owe me your life kid!"

"... Who?"

"Okay, fine, you don't know me." 17 sighed frustratedly, "I guess I wasn't that present during your..."

He glanced at her, a little lost for words.

"Your whole... life or whatever you want to call it. Sorry about that."

"... it's... okay...?"

"Listen, point is, I'm your uncle 17, and I'm here now... And I need you to tell your mother, that you love your uncle, he saved you, and you want to see me more, and for us to be a whole family, okay? And not, some half ass divided one. Can you do that for me? You kinda owe me now, you get that right?"

Marron only seemed more confused at this.

"... But, 16's my uncle?"

17 sighed.

"Listen, I'm your uncle too, and here," he said, and then preceded to hand her handfulls of candy, fireworks, a playboy[?]... and finally a gun,

"Kids love this stuff right? So I give this to you, you'll love me then, okay?"

"A gun?" she asked.

"Oh shit, that's right," 17 seethed, taking the gun back. He then emptied the bullets out, and handed it back, "There you go, now it's safe. You like me now right? You'll tell your mom you want to be around me more? Remember, I can get you more stuff, anytime! You feel that pistol's too wimpy for you, just say the word and I'll move you up to a shotgun right damn now!"

He grinned brightly at her at that, while she stared blankly back at him.

"What do yah say, is it a deal or what!" he cried desperately.

Marron brought the pistol to her face, and glanced down the barrel, deep in thought...

"... You really like mommy a lot, huh?"

17 frowned, and scratched his head.

"I love all my family," he shrugged.

Marron toyed with the gun, and suddenly cocked the hammer.

"You love my mommy?" she asked confused.

17 sighed, very uncomfortable.

"I… need your mom. I don't feel right when she's not around," 17 frowned, "She's my sister, been with me all my life. Course I love her. Okay kid? I just need your help, or she's gonna keep pushing me away. Get it?"

"... Oh," Marron suddenly smiled at him, "Okay, I'll help you then... as long as you're not trying to steal her from daddy?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that!" 17 roared, "Hell no!"

Marron continued to toy with the gun, and as she stared down the barrel, her fingers found the trigger.

"Okay then, I guess I can help you be friends with mommy," she said with out looking up, as she began to squeeze the trigger.

"Thanks, finally," he sighed triumphantly, "Beginning to think this was a waste-"

"Oh," she said, suddenly stopping, and holding the gun out to him "You should probably take this back, mommy would be mad if she knew you gave me a gun."

"What, why would she get mad about that?" 17 asked, genuinely confused.

"Ugh... guns are dangerous?" she sighed, "Uncle, I'm only 5 years old and I know that..."

17 suddenly frowned.

"Kid, what have those two been teaching you?" he sighed.

Marron glanced up at him wide eyed, in both confusion and curiousity.
"Good grief, girl!" 17 grinned devilishly, "I've got my work cut out for me. But don't you worry, I'll help you along. Cause I never, ever, let down my family."

Marron nodded earnestly.

"And for your first lesson, no bullets means no danger!" 17 said slowly, as he suddenly pulled the trigger.

The resounding gunshot, then startled the hell out of them both.

...

Fortunately, 17 successfully played it off as his chosen method of signaling to the others, when they all came running.

…

Trunks rubbed the soot from his eyes, roughly, slightly panicking. He was feeling a little ill, completely discombobulated, and a bit shell shocked.

"D... Dad," he asked weakly, slightly regaining his bearings, as he finally was able to make out the man carrying him.

Also... they were flying...

"It's alright son," Vegeta growled, "We're okay."

Trunks glanced around... they were high up... but not flying very fast. They were neither fleeing... nor chasing something. If he had to guess... from the landmarks, it looked like they were... headed home.

"... Dad, why are we leaving?" he asked, carefully.

He knew, the androids were still alive...

"Because," Vegeta growled, "... Because the fight ain't fair..."
Trunks was suddenly racked with shock.

"We're giving up?" he exclaimed.

"Course not," Vegeta seethed, "The fight ain't fair, so we're gonna make it fair is all."

Trunks stared at his father wide eyed. Drinking in every word.

"I didn't believe your mother before, now I do," he growled, "We need Future Trunks to beat him. Today, made that painfully obvious to me..."

"Future Trunks?" Trunks asked, "How can he help?"

"I'm not sure... but he's the only one I can turn to," Vegeta growled, "I won't leave this in the Son's hands! It's our affair."

"But dad, you almost had him! If only you just-"

"If only I just didn't make that one mistake... or the one incident didn't happen... I'd have killed him a half dozen times already." Vegeta seethed, "There's something... unnatural at work here, I can feel it now. I don't think he can kill me... or, he hasn't figured out a way to yet. But if this keeps going, who knows..."

A long silence followed, as Trunks poured over the meaning of what he just said. 17... able to kill his father? Inconceivable. More than that... it was just wrong! But his dad had said it himself...

"How can Future Trunks stop him, if we can't bring him here though?" Trunks asked again, remembering Bulma's earlier troubles in summoning him.

"We're gonna find out soon enough." Vegeta frowned, "I've been keeping it a secret from your mother, but he left me a way to contact him."

Vegeta then smiled down to his kid.

"Next time, that piece of shit is going to have to face some supernatural himself. We'll see how he fairs then!"

Vegeta smiled at his son, and the kid gleamed back. It actually, made him feel better. He was glad to answer his questions. Glad to... be able to be nice to him...

More than anything though... he was happy, the kid hadn't asked how his own father had been insane enough to use him as a weapon... endanger... and nearly kill the boy himself, just to settle a grudge.

Cause the answer terrified him most of all...

Because, in complete honesty, he had no damn idea why he'd done it.

...