Reprogrammed

One Last Attack

17, stop!"

Super 17 looked away from Trunks. "Oh, look who decided to show up. How you doing, 18?"

His sister glared at him furiously. He may look different, but she knew that this was her brother. But right now, it didn't matter who he was, onlywhat he was. And he was the murderer of her child. She may not have been physically harmed more than having gotten the breath knocked out of her, but that punch to the stomach had snuffed out the life of the defenseless fragile fetus she carried.

Her child, hers and Trunks' baby, had been killed. Wiped out before it even got a chance to live. The thought of that hurt her more than anything else. No amount of physical pain could compare to this.

"You murdering bastard!" she shouted. "I'll never forgive you for this! I hate you, 17! I fucking hate you!"

He just sneered at her. "I am no longer the brother you once knew. That 17 is gone forever. I am now Super 17, the mightiest being in the universe."

"I don't care!" she snapped, as angry tears ran down her cheeks. "I swear that you will pay for this!"

She fired a blast of energy at him. Super 17 grinned and simply absorbed it. Then he suddenly appeared in the air in front of 18. She blinked, surprised by his speed, then threw a punch. He easily caught it, and the second one she tried to throw. He pinned her arms to her side and gave her a serious look.

"Just what are you so angry about?" he asked. "You've gotten mad at me before, but never like this."

She looked at him with the utmost hatred. "That's because you killed my child." She hissed, only loud enough for him to hear.

Super 17 looked surprised. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I was pregnant." She seethed. "My child, your niece or nephew, was in my womb. And you punched me right in the stomach. It's dead now, you bastard!"

Super 17 stared at her for a moment, seeming to think this over. "So?"

A shocked look appeared on 18's face. "What?"

"Who cares if I killed it? It would be born of your human half, making it human as well. Just an inferior being. You should be thanking me for ridding you of such vermin."

18's eyes flashed angrily. "Don't you ever say that!"

Since her arms were pinned, she slammed her forehead into his face. Super 17 didn't even react. He didn't even budged. Her attack had been no different than a puff of wind to him, but she was left feeling dazed.

"This is really sad." He told her, not referring to the loss of her child. "I had no idea you were this weak, and I'm not talking about physically." His eyes narrowed. "Who was the father?"

18's eyes unconsciously darted to Trunks before landing on her brother again. Super 17 noticed where she had looked and he turned to Trunks, who was still on the ground.

"Ah, I see. Now things make a lot more sense. I knew the two of you had grown close during your amnesia, but I hadn't realized it was that bad." He grinned. "No problem. I'll simply kill him, then everything that's holding you to these organic creatures will be gone."

He tossed her aside and flew down to the ground. Smirking, he slowly approached the semiconscious saiyan, clenching and unclenching his hands in anticipation. But 18 suddenly moved in front of him with her arms raised, shielding Trunks with her body.

Super 17 frowned. "18, what do you think you're doing? Get out of the way."

She shook her head. "I will not. I'm not going to let you kill him."