Savior

Goku sat nervously on the couch of the android that had once, and may still, desire the end of his life. Glancing about the living room, he noticed various animal heads and fully preserved pieces of wildlife and game decorations. 17 was forbidden to hunt humans, but he still needed to fulfill that programming so animals it was. Goku’s head turned back to the android in front of him regretting every second of it. 17 had been staring at him like that for hours. A hungry, evil, ‘I want to devour you and your first born’ kind of look that made the incapacitated Sayjin quake in his boots. Goku had explained the entire situation to 17 a few hours ago and ended up in a stalemate. The best he could come up with was that 17 was having an internal argument with his programming. If 17 wanted him dead, Goku would be a pile of dust in less than a second. However, the chi restraining collar was still clingling to his neck and had yet to be removed by the only other soul on the planet capable. So Goku sat there, trying not to make any sudden movements to disrupt the internal battle of an evil machine forced to behave…

***

Future 17 stalked around Capsule Corp with a vengeance. How the other Play toy managed to get out of his sight was inexcusable. He would figure that disappearing trick soon enough, as for the moment at hand the object of amusement demanded his presence. Well, that is if the long, black haired android could find the sneaky bastard. It seemed like every room in this compound was designed for rats to crawl into. Dark crevasses that held and illusion of security to whimpering souls that craved refuge and comfort.

Gracefully sliding down the hall, 17 halted in his tracts as a familiar sound reached his ears; the strained breathing of a soul, doing his damndest to be silent in the now discovered hiding place. The android of torture and death reached his lithe hand to the doorknob. A quiet click informed the artificial beast that the latch was unhinged. As the creation of destruction opened the door, he allowed his eyes to fall on a sight he had truly missed in his many years of searching.

“Trunks…”

***

Goku couldn’t stand it anymore. Vegeta was captured, Mirai was missing, his family was dead, and he was just Sitting here.

Waiting for something to happen.

Waiting for his death.

Waiting for the android to let the past be the past.

The Sayjin didn’t know, and it was tearing him apart. Making the decision to hurry the process along, Goku sprang to his feet exclaiming, “WHAT ARE YO…”

Bad move.

Really bad move.

The worst move that anyone in the history of actions that have ever occurred in the universe between two sentient beings of intelligent thought and design.

No sooner had Goku gotten to his feet, did he collapse to the floor. Dead.

17 wasn’t contemplating whether he should help the being in front of him. He was deciding his method of how to destroy the offending creature before him. A drawn out death would be fun, but had the problems of meddling humans. That applied to many of the androids ideas. Goku seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of people willing to die for the irritating creature. So a quick death it would be…But what kind? Broken neck? Drowning? Ahh yes, a chi blast to the face.

Gazing down at the still figure, 17 walked over to his mantle where a large hunting knife sat. The head of his ultimate foe would go perfectly on his wall of accomplishments. Removing the machete from its stand, he made his way back to the corpse to remove the offered appendage. And with the swing of the knife, Goku’s head became a trophy on a wall of poor creatures who met their fate at the hands of a thing that didn’t contemplate how precious mortals value life.

***

Vegeta began to regain conciseness with a massive headache, and something a little more pleasurable to say the least…that is until he saw what was inducing pleasure. The black haired android had his hands wrapped around his growing member as he stared coldly at the figure below him. The princes’ arms and legs were stretched to either side of the king sized bed, exposing his naked flesh to all the world…allowing himself to be touched in ways that brought his memories of Freeza to return. Ignoring the gag reflex that crept bile to the back of his throat with each stroke that was inflicted, Vegeta turned his head to either side trying to distract himself from the sight before him while attempting to remove another irritating gag.

Another bad move.

Vegeta looked to the side of the room to find his son naked, aside from the chains that bound his hands above his head shackled to the ceiling, being abused by the blonde android. His body shook and jerked violently as leather collided with his pale skin at high speeds. Bleeding crisscrosses adorned the young man’s body. Just as anger began to boil the slighter Sayjin’s blood at the incredulous sight did the ministrations stop. Turning his attention back to his own capture, Vegeta could not help the gasp behind his gag as the android lifted his hips from the satin sheets and thrust into the cringing figure with one fell swoop.

Vegeta’s mind was in a frenzy of thoughts ranging from how to kill the creature, to a pit of self pity he hadn’t felt in decades. Since his planet and people were destroyed, and their remaining heir was forced into service by the same tyrant who caused the demise. Each thrust combined with scratches and strikes made the chi restrained Princes’ breath hitch. Briefly Vegeta silently begged for the third class idiot to save the day, though he would never admit it.

But Goku wasn’t coming. No one was. The androids had done their homework. They had killed or incapacitated anyone that could pose a threat, and here they reviled in all the glory of carnal monsters that had swooped in for the kill. And when they tired of their catch, they would move onto another time. With more play things. Insects for their amusement, until the end of their immortal existence when they could no longer taste the sweet kiss of pain or the smell of fear on their prey or revile in the sight of a cowering figure staring petrified at the encroaching figure.

It was in this moment of revelation that Vegeta had truly found what it was to be helpless. No escape, no hope to become stronger or to avenge anything…simply helpless to watch, feel and hear the horrific acts that were taking place. Throwing his head back to the bed, he begged himself to muster the strength to fight. Fight in any way he could.

Just then a large blast lit up the room, followed by an ear piercing explosion, and a terrified agony filled scream. A woman’s shrill voice shrieking at the sight of her lower half blown from her artificial body before a second blast silenced the mechanical thing.

Permanently.

Vegeta jolted his head to the side and watched as 17 jumped from the bed to address the soon to be deceased attacker. If there was a term to describe the incredulous look that adorned 17’s face, it would have to include anger, disbelief, shock, awe, and plenty of other fine describing words. The look on his face wasn’t there long enough though; for there was no head there long enough to sustain the expression plastered to the androids features. The prince watched the headless, lifeless mechanical robot fall from the bed and hit the floor. Turning his head expecting to see that damn fool who always seems to save the day, the astonishment that fell over him could not be defined. There in the doorway with his hand still shaking from the raw power that he mustered from the depth of his tortured being was none other than his time traveling son.

Mirai.

***

BlueKi:: Mwahaha!
Goku:: I’m dead?
Vegeta:: I got fucked?
Mirai:: ……………Huh?!
BlueKi:: I love my job.