Reprogrammed

The Ultimate Killing Machine

Trunks forced himself to look away from the damage. How many hundreds of people did he kill just then? No, this couldn't be happening, not again. This had to be a bad dream, a nightmare. Reality couldn't possibly be this cruel.

"Don't look so surprised." Super 17 told him. He lunged forward, slamming his knee into Trunks' chin, knocking him to the ground. "If I wanted to, I could wipe out this entire planet without even trying." He reached down and picked Trunks up by his long gold hair. "But I think I'll play with you for a while as payback for killing me."

He tossed him over his shoulder, then sudden appeared in his path, slamming his fist into Trunks' flying figure. Trunks crashed into another building, and it collapsed on top of him.

Staring at the pile of rubble, Super 17 nonchalantly combed his hair out of his face. He knew this fight wasn't over yet. He was just toying with the saiyan, and enjoying every minute of it.

Trunks burst up from the remains of the building, his hands raised over his head as he gathered energy. Using this much power was risky for the planet's safety, but he had to chance it.

"Final Flash!"

A massive beam of energy burst from his hands. Super 17 remained where he was, not seeming to care that he was about to be struck by the blast. A smile crept up his face, and he raised his hands, as if to welcome the blast.

When the attack struck, Trunks thought he had done it. But what he didn't know was they the attack had not hit. It had stopped less than a centimeter from making contact with the android and vanished.

Super 17's muscles bulged as he absorbed the attack. They grew to twice their size as his body sucked up the attack like a sponge. When it was gone, he stood there looking buffer than ever. Then his body relaxed and his muscles returned to their normal state, leaving Super 17 completely unharmed, and now even stronger.

"What?" Trunks gasped, unable to believe his eyes. "How can that be? I made a direct hit with my Final Flash Attack."

Super 17 laughed. "You call that an attack? I found it to be rather refreshing. Care to try again? Why not use that attack you're father made up. The Galick Gun, I believe it was called."

Trunks eyes narrowed. "Fine, you asked for it." He got into position. "Galick Gun!"

Super 17's grin widened as he repeated the process, once again absorbing the attack. Trunks was left flabbergasted, unable to understand how the android was unharmed.

"Stupid foolish boy." Said Dr. Myuu. "He does not notice Super 17's special ability. He can absorb any energy attack, no matter how powerful."

"Indeed." Dr. Gero agreed. "I must say, it really amazes me how you were able to make it so Super 17 could absorb energy attacks. My energy absorbers are affective for sucking the power out of others and for absorbing attacks, but that require contact with the devices."

Dr. Myuu laughed. "Do not belittle yourself, my friend. It was only through our teamwork that we were able to create such a masterpiece."

Trunks had been too far away to hear what the doctors had said, and so he remained ignorant of Super 17's special ability. Pulling his sword from its sheath, he flew at the android, swinging his deadly blade.

Super 17 remained where he was. The blade struck his forehead and broke in two. Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the end of his precious sword break off. He stared at the android in horror, unable to believe what he had just seen.

"That's cheating." Super 17 told him. "After all, I'm not using a weapon."

"And you call killing innocent people who can't defend themselves fair?" the saiyan demanded.