c128 – The Strongest Artificial Human! The Birth of Super No. 17
Shoo!
Boom!
A line of light ripped across the skyline, and a mushrooming explosion gutted a high-rise. The tower folded like paper and avalanched into the boulevard below.
"AAAHHH!!"
Crowds stampeded as shockwaves buckled glass and steel.
"Jie-jie-jie! Destruction feels good! Hahaha resurrected at last; time to make a mess of this world!" A horned alien one of the thugs vomited out of Hell cackled from a rooftop, palms down as he peppered the street with ki grenades. Blasts climbed one another like a chain of fireworks, chewing the city block to shreds.
"Ah!" Down in the chaos, a raven-haired girl slipped. Debris jagged windowpanes and chunks of concrete tumbled toward her like a hail of knives. She froze, conviction hardening into dread: So this is it skewered by glass and stone…
A flat beam lanced the air, shattering the falling cluster to dust.
A figure blurred, scooped her up, and in the next heartbeat set her gently beneath an intact awning, well away from the kill zone.
The rescuer, of course, was Luya.
"Th-thank you!" The girl's voice trembled, eyes bright with shock and relief.
"Get clear. It's going to get worse," Luya said, tone even but firm.
She nodded, then cheeks pink leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "For saving my life!" she blurted, then bolted, still crimson.
Luya blinked first contact catching him flat-footed then exhaled and reset his focus.
A hard whistle then a buzzing sphere streaked toward the girl's retreating back.
Luya's aura flashed. He stepped between projectile and target, crushed the ki orb in his palm, and let the sparks dissipate against his sleeve.
"Oh? Snatching prey right under my nose? Tired of living?" the alien snarled, dropping from the rooftop.
Luya's eyes were cool. "Picking on civilians makes you proud?"
The girl vanished down a side street. With no bystanders at risk, Luya didn't bother with more words. He simply ceased to be.
"Wha?" The alien's pupils pin-pricked. So fast
Whup.
Bang!
A fist bloomed out of his chest from behind. Luya stood there expression unreadable as the alien stared down at the arm impaling him, then crumpled bonelessly to the pavement.
"Clown." Luya shook off spattered grit. "Loud without teeth."
Across the city, other auras were igniting. The Z Fighters were moving triaging the flood of convicts and fiends the broken gates of Hell were belching into the living world.
If Super 17 won't show himself, I'll shadow Vegeta's group, Luya decided. That convergence will draw him out soon enough.
He rose into the dust-hazed sky, then speared toward the densest cluster of hostile ki.
Boom… boom… BOOM!
Wave after wave of Hell's escapees collapsed.many familiar faces from past arcs, but dulled by time and context. Rank-and-file Frieza soldiers swarmed like locusts, numbers compensating for pitiful power. Luya carved corridors through them, minimizing collateral damage, punching holes in the siege line for civilians to flee.
Hours bled away in a rhythmless grind. It was endless, and endless was never a solution.
Then the city shuddered.
A new power rose in the distance like a black sun slick and cold, the kind of ki that didn't shout; it simply erased. Fighters across the grid looked up as one.
"That pressure…!" Trunks' voice tightened. Beside him, Goten older now, leaner in the jaw had already stopped mid-pursuit and turned.
"Trunks! Goten! With me!" Vegeta streaked past, aura flaring terse, imperious.
"On it! Let's go, Goten!" Trunks answered, and the two young men pivoted to follow their prince.
Elsewhere, Gohan sensed the spike and glanced toward Uub. A nod. Wordless agreement. They kicked off the asphalt and arrowed toward the storm.
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On a side street, a soldier in Frieza armor pitched forward, dented by a deceptively small fist.
"Nice shot!" a worried middle-aged man cried, waving from behind a truck. "Pan er Xiaofang! Stay back! Don't get hurt!"
"I can't just hide, Grandpa!" Xiaofang planted her feet, eyes fierce. "I want to protect this city!"
Mr. Satan pumped a fist, crying and grinning at once. Xiaofang paused, head tilting, then looked skyward.
"Huh? Dad… Trunks… everyone's ki.heading to the same spot!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Mr. Satan yelped.
"Doesn't matter we're going, too!" Xiaofang hooked an arm around her grandfather and launched upward. "And hold on!"
"W-wait Grandpa can't fly waaah!"
From a distant rooftop, Luya watched their trajectory, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "You've grown," he said quietly, then faced the horizon where the dark ki pooled. He rose and followed.
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A corner of the ruined financial district had gone dead-quiet. There, a lone figure hovered black hair long and straight, eyes a predatory teal, combat jacket remodeled with armored lines and segmented cuffs. The air around him hummed as if pulled into a vacuum.
On a nearby roof, two old men stood shoulder-to-shoulder, bodies part human, part machine: Dr. Gero and Dr. Myuu.
The culprits.
And the being in the air
Not Android 17. Not entirely.
A fusion. Hell Fighter 17 from the depths + Earth's Android 17, united through a dimensional rift code.
Super 17.
"Hahaha!" Gero's laugh was jagged with triumph. "At last, our design bears fruit! This world will kneel!"
Dr. Myuu's grin was needle-fine. "Years of Machine Mutant R&D… the ultimate artificial lifeform at last the convergent model! Super 17! The tethering protocol was… costly. But worth it."
Gero's gaze slid to incoming streaks of light Vegeta in the lead, with Trunks and Goten locking in behind, other signatures fanning wider. "Then let's clear the gnats."
Above them, Super 17 rolled his neck, flexing fingers as if savoring tendons knitting. His movements had a micro-stutter subsystems still negotiating harmony in the new chassis.
Vegeta arrived in a sonic snap. He stopped a stone's throw away, eyes narrowed, pupils cold points. Gohan flared in on the opposite flank; Uub set just behind him. Trunks and Goten bracketed the front.
"Impossible…" Vegeta's voice was flat with contempt and caution. "Seventeen? And you, Gero…?" His gaze flicked to the roof. "You should've stayed in Hell."
"Vegeta. Son Gohan." Gero lifted a hand in oily greeting. "Time has been kind to you both. Pity it will do nothing for what comes next."
"What are you scheming this time?" Vegeta snapped, though the bulk of his attention refused to leave the man in the air.
Something in that ki crawled under his skin. It didn't blare. It devoured.
Ridiculous, Vegeta thought. I've climbed far past the days Seventeen humiliated the so-called strongest on Earth. So why does my skin prickle?
"You're just in time for a field test," Gero chirped. "Behold Super 17!" He lifted a stubby remote between two fingers. "And behave."
Super 17's eyes cut to the device, unreadable. A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. He turned back to the fighters and spoke for the first time, voice low, static threaded through velvet.
"Come. All at once."
Vegeta's aura detonated. "Tch. You'll regret that."
He shot forward, a feint low then a piston-straight right for the chin. Super 17's hand slid not fast, not slow catching the punch an inch from his face. No flinch. No blink.
Vegeta's left elbow scythed in. Super 17 tilted a millimeter; the strike sailed past. A heel kick parried with two fingers. Vegeta's boots scraped sparks across the air as he broke contact and rewove his angle only to feel space thin around Super 17's palms.
"Don't fire ki recklessly!" Gohan barked, eyes narrowing. He recognized the tell at once memories of the old 19 and 20 flaring but this was… sharper. Cleaner. Predatory.
Vegeta's next shot reflex-fast was already out: a compact bullet of ki to test guard.
Super 17 simply raised his right palm.
The blast vanished not deflected, drunk. Lines lit under the skin of his forearm like a circuit waking. His aura thickened by a hair.
"Energy… absorption," Gohan said, jaw tightening. "Through the palms. More efficient than 19 and 20, and cleaner than old 17's barrier."
Dr. Myuu preened. "Electro-Eclipse Absorption. Converts and stacks. Feed him long enough and he becomes an event horizon."
Trunks' mouth set. "So physical strikes"
"—or timed feints to jam the intake window," Goten finished, eyes on the palms.
Vegeta's gaze never left his opponent. "I don't need beams." He blurred and reappeared in Super 17's guard, hands a blur, angles changing mid-strike. The fused Android back-slid, a half step at a time, letting Vegeta's fists skate along guard lines as if drawn by magnets. Where an opening appeared, it closed; where weight shifted, it was gone.
Gohan crashed in from the rear, Uub from the side a pincer that should have crushed anything less than a god.
Super 17's body twisted on an axis that didn't make sense. Gohan's heel scissored air; Uub's knee met a forearm that didn't feel like bone. A palm flashed Uub's counter-blast blinked out, sucked away; the next instant, 17's elbow clipped Gohan's ribs and sent him spinning.
"Backline, don't volley him with ki!" Gohan snapped, breath controlled despite the ache. "He's building off it!"
On the rooftop, Gero clicked the remote happily. "Marvelous. Even unused subroutines are calibrating on live data"
A slick, almost pleasant voice cut him off. "Doctor."
Gero turned. Super 17 hovered at shoulder height, smile gentle and eyes empty. He reached down and took the remote out of Gero's hand without looking.
"W-what are you"
A finger touched Gero's chest. A pin of ki blossomed, neat as a bead of mercury.
Gero looked down, astonished, then fell away from the roof like discarded hardware.
Dr. Myuu's grin never wavered. "Exquisite. Autonomous protocol acknowledged." His eyes gleamed. "Now let us remove the rest."
Vegeta's lip curled. "He disposed of his maker without a thought…"
"Focus." Gohan rolled his shoulder once. "We test the person, not the myth."
Luya hung high above the arena, shepherding civilian evacuations with sparse, surgical strikes collar-grabbing a plummeting news chopper out of the crosswind, dissolving stray blasts before they reached hospital windows. He watched the pattern tighten below.
Palms are the intake. The absorption window flares a fraction of a second before contact. If we can force him to commit the window and then slip behind it…
Below, Trunks and Goten crossed wrists and fired thin, needling shots like sewing needles rather than cannon fire. Super 17's palms drank them on instinct.
Vegeta didn't look. He felt the window open and moved. A ghost step; an old, ugly angle he'd perfected in space, nothing elegant about it. His knee cut across the line of 17's ribs the instant the absorption frame engaged.
Impact. The fused Android slid, breath leaving him in a small, surprised ah.
"It does jam," Vegeta said softly, satisfaction a knife-edge. "There's your opening."
Super 17's smile widened almost delighted. "Good."
His aura sheathed him at last—dark, quiet, bottomless. He lifted both hands, fingers curling.
"Then… more."
Vegeta's grin showed teeth. Gohan dropped lower, Uub shifted high, Trunks and Goten widened, and Xiaofang carrying a loudly protesting Mr. Satan arrived at the rim of the battlefield, eyes blazing.
Luya's gaze narrowed. The city trembled under the weight of what was about to begin.
Super 17 has his flaw. But if we feed him wrong, he'll become a black hole.
He drew a slow breath, golden ki ghosting around his hands as he placed himself where beams would never stray into those waiting palms and where, if the line broke, he could punch a corridor for retreat in one heartbeat.
"Strongest artificial human, is it?" Luya murmured. "We'll see how you handle starvation."
And then the sky tore open again as both sides moved at once.
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