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The blondhead (whose hair was now frizzy and darkened) up in the air, and the black haired guy on the big terrace were curiously starring at the silent building... where nothing seemed to be moving anymore...

17 looked inquiringly at his sister who answered him with a move of his hands and a shrug...

The young man, curious, started to rise in the air to come near the ripped open roof, when a weird whistling made him stop, surprised. Suddenly, he threw himself backwards. A succession of energy balls spurted at high speed from the roof that seemed to be on fire due to the light of this breaking of attacks. The spheres went high in the sky for a moment and then turned back directly towards... 18! The surprised cyborg found herself obliged to slalom between the numerous explosions that assailed her.

The author of this downpour of fire was now rising above the palace in order to go on with shooting attacks with both hands his target an increasing speed. Until the young woman suddenly stopped. With her spread hands, she deployed an protective energy ball all around her and now, all explosions merely crashed on it without damaging her.

Whereas she has a smile of satisfaction, Vegeta stopped his cannonade. He scowled as he held out his spread hand.

“You really believe that you can protect yourself with that?”

The bubble that surrounded 18 suddenly disappeared and the cyborg taunted the Saiyan by showing him her rear end that she patted.

“If you want to know, you'll have to be able to catch me, Prince of my ass!”

And then, she got away from him at incredible speed, plunging towards Earth... and followed by a furious Vegeta.

“And there she goes again! It's annoying... I'll miss most of it again!” 17 complained to himself. He walked towards the palace with a sigh. “Too bad... Better take advantage of it to see what the two others are doing in there.”

The cyborg stepped over the rubble at the entrance to go through the long circular gallery.

As he went on, he methodically opened each room that he rummaged in his own way. The successive explosions made the whole building shake as it indicated the merciless cyborg's progression. He found himself back to square one and went on his way, humming a child rhyme.

“I you go out in the wood today, … you're sure of a big surprise...”

By doing so, he went down the long central corridor with its cracked walls. Soon enough, only the echo of his footsteps rang out in the gloomy silence that prevailed on the devastated palace. Two more explosions, then the echo stopped.

17 starred at a small figure laying on the ground. It had been covered with a piece of white cloth – which was now stained with red. He bent down to pick the shroud up to have a better look at it. He let out an ironical growl as he recognized the cloak from Son Gohan's suit, cloak that he scornfully dropped on little Chiaotzu's disembowelled corpse. The cloak now only partially covered the body.

The explosions regularly shook the property in the sky. The cyborg had stopped in front of the impressing door of the Time Chamber. He firmly grabbed the doorknob, but it resisted him. He frowned as he pressed down even more strongly, but to no avail. He then let go of the knob that he looked at with caution for a while... just before shooting an attack right into the lock.

The explosion rang out coldly in the long corridor right before a gloomy grinding noise came from the door's hinges as it finally pivoted. 17 curiously discovered the unreal landscape that followed the small flat of rest. He shot a blast in front of him, most likely to check the depth of this vaporous panorama... and heard with surprise that his energy had been lost in the infinite.

He then decided to walk in that white scenery, without paying attention to that mist that was engulfing him more or less thickly. Until he looked around him and saw nothing but white, the mist changing into a thick opaque fog.

He didn't dare going further, so he turned back and walked more and more quickly through the impalpable veil that was surrounding him.

He suddenly stopped. Had he really gone that far?

For the first time in his life, worry showed on the cyborg's face that now was as white as the fog imprisoning him. He was breathing more quickly as he ran for a while in a direction, then another. And now it's panic that can be seen in his eyes as he nervously turned his head in every direction, totally disoriented!