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A Different Future
Chapter 11 – Fight at the Fair
"Get him!"
Gohan began to panic when a bit behind them guards caught a man of about 40. The crowd walked away from him, as though he had the plague. Gohan and Trunks did the same, albeit with some relief.
"Let go of me! Let go!"
The man struggled, but to no avail. 17 floated above the crowd; Gohan grabbed Trunks and hid among the people.
"Do you admit? If so, you may be spared."
Trunks could feel Gohan's Ki go up, and then down and up again as the man was fighting to keep himself in check. He only prayed no one else sensed it.
The man continued to struggle.
"Spared, as if! You'll kill me long and slowly, just for the fun of it! I know what you are, you monster! You're cruel killers!"
Murmurs spread through the crowd. It was hard to know whether the man's words struck anyone. 17, in response, threw his head backwards and… laughed. Full heartedly.
"Look around you!"
He said, waving his arms around.
"Would a killer set up a fair? Would a monster listen to children laugh?"
Gohan bit his lip and glanced at Trunks. Whether or not he could back his pretty words up didn't matter; 17 was one heck of a speaker.
"You talk the talk, Android, but I bet you can't walk the walk."
All eyes darted to the voice's origin, high above the people. Trunks heard his mother gasp.
"Yamcha…"
Then the crowd started a stampede. 17 smirked.
"Rebel. Came here to ruin the fun. You should be made to pay for it."
But Yamcha wasn't stupid enough as to come alone.
"Come and get us!"
17 and 18 were much too concerned about the warriors to care about the man down below, so he managed to get away.
"Trunks, get your mom and Marron and get out of here!"
Gohan barked at his young pupil, trails of blond beginning to appear in his hair.
"But what about you?!"
"I'll be ok, just get out of here!"
Reluctantly, Trunks grabbed Marron's arm and followed Bulma out of the mess. Gohan extracted his handy dandy sunglasses and blasted into Super Saiyan. He had to decide who to help now.
18 was toying with Krillin, yet Gohan knew the shorter man could handle himself. After all, he did survive when 18 kidnapped him all those years ago. So he went to help Yamcha.
"Now who can't back up his talk?!"
17 said mockingly as he used Yamcha for a punching bag. He kicked and punched, and wasn't on the defensive even once. Gohan's entry, however, changed that.
"So, Blondie. We meet again."
The Android said, wiping some blood from his chin, caused by Gohan's well aimed kick.
"You rebels are like a plague. Whenever you think you get one source, it breaks out someplace else, ten times worse!"
Gohan's eyes narrowed behind the shades.
"What did you do to him?!"
The smirk returned to the now split lip.
"Who, Yajirobee? Only what he deserved. The coward begged to die."
This started one heck of a fight. Gohan teleported to behind 17 and elbowed him in the back. 17 turned around while being sent downwards, and sent several energy spheres. Gohan easily avoided them.
"Nice. It's been a while since I had a good match."
"Who knows, it might just be the last fight of your life."
The Android laughed coldly.
"Don't count on it."
"Big G, look out!"
Krillin shouted as 18 fired an energy blast at Gohan. The warrior managed to block it, but that left him open to 17's attack.
"Big G. nice name."
"At least it's not a number!"
That earned him a well aimed punch to the face, sending Gohan flying towards the Ferris wheel. Luckily all the people have already evacuated.
"Aw, nobody wants to play with me!"
There went the Ferris wheel in a blast. 18 laughed at Krillin and Yamcha's rather pathetic attempts, even though she resented Yamcha for interrupting. She and Krillin had unfinished business.
"My, Krillin, 14 years made you slower!"
"Well, all natural living creatures age, Android. Not like you'd know…"
"Hm… then do you think Marron'll age?"
Krillin froze, and the only thing stopped 18 from ripping his head off was Yamcha blocking her blow.
"Krillin, she's toying with you!"
"Right, sorry!"
But the mention of Marron's name also weighted heavily on 18's mind, slowing her down. But she was still almost too fast.
Gohan stood up, and ripped pieces of his shirt to turn into a mask, having broken his sunglasses. He couldn't let 17 see his face.
"Oooo, I'm sooo scared! What's your stage name, Mighty Mask?"
"What's yours, Pretty Face?"
17 snickered.
"Well, why don't we see yours before we continue?"
"Wouldn't you like it."
They engaged in another fight. 17 dominated this one almost completely. Gohan was really getting beat up.
"Hah! Hey 18, ten points to whoever makes the first kill!"
The Super Saiyan felt sick to his stomach.
"You sick bastard! You scare with human lives?!"
"Of course not! After all, you're no exactly human, now are you? Now, die!"
Gathering all the energy he could, 17 smirked. Gohan didn't know if he could block it. But when 17 gave the energy its physical form, a small energy sphere came flying towards him… then turning around drastically, and hitting one of the fuel takes for the rides.
"Everybody, clear!"
17 and 18 were lightly dumbfounded; they watched the fair go up in flames; and then were engulfed in flames.
Gohan, Krillin and Yamcha landed in a far enough place, distant enough so that they won't be discovered.
"Wow, you guys saved me. Thanks."
Krillin and Yamcha exchanged looks.
"We didn't do it."
Gohan raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Then who…"
They felt an energy signature right next to them, and found Trunks leaning against a tree, arms crossed, and one heck of a cocky smirk on his face. His father'd have been proud.
"So. How did I do?"