Turles watched the barrage of energy bullets flying toward him, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Perfect time to test out the effects of that Energy Absorption attribute I just picked up, he thought.
Turles extended his hand, and a translucent energy shield flickered into existence. He had to be careful; the heavily injured Kid Goku was still lying right behind him.
Seeing Turles standing protectively in front of Goku, Super 17 let out a derisive laugh.
"Hmph. Another fool seeking a quick death!"
He intensified his output. Zip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
The yellow energy beams of his Flash Bomber rained down like a relentless Gatling gun.
After a few moments of continuous fire, Super 17 noticed something was wrong. As the thick smoke began to clear, the energy shield remained perfectly intact, without so much as a crack.
He ceased his attack, his brow furrowing as he stared intently at the figure emerging from the haze.
What is going on with this guy? He's clearly just a regular Super Saiyan. My attacks should have disintegrated him by now. How is he completely unharmed?
"What's wrong?" Turles asked, his voice calm. "Done already?"
"It seems I underestimated you," Super 17 said, trying to regain his composure. "You are indeed worthy of being my opponent. But in the end, victory will be mine!"
Super 17 spoke with supreme confidence, even striking a familiar thumb-pointing pose.
Turles couldn't help but feel a bit speechless. Vegeta can't even handle the bad luck of that pose, and you think you can?
"Is that so? Then let's get started!"
With that, Turles reached down, scooped up Kid Goku, and tossed him toward Gohan.
Gohan caught his father in a hurry. Future Bulma stepped forward, pulled a Senzu Bean from her pocket, and popped it into Goku's mouth.
"I'm saved! That was a close one," Goku chirped, his energy returning instantly. "Thanks, Bulma!"
Bulma smiled. "You should probably just call me Bulma, Son-kun. I haven't gone by 'Bulma' in a long time."
"I see. Thanks anyway, Bulma. But man... Turles is incredibly strong."
Sensing Turles' Ki, which far exceeded his own, a spark of battle intent flickered in Goku's eyes.
Trunks opened his mouth to speak, hesitating. He wanted a Senzu Bean too—Vegeta was still lying unconscious in the dirt nearby. However, he wasn't sure what to call this version of his mother.
Noticing his predicament, Bulma tossed a bean over. "You can call me Auntie Bulma. Also, Trunks... you really are far too weak!"
Trunks caught the bean and scrambled over to feed it to Vegeta. Once the Prince recovered, he slammed his fist into the ground in frustration.
"Dammit!!"
In the sky, the true battle finally began!
Swish!
Super 17 vanished, reappearing directly in front of Turles. He threw a heavy punch aimed straight at Turles' face. Turles tilted his head slightly, the fist whistling past his ear by a fraction of an inch.
Super 17's eyes narrowed, and he immediately accelerated his pace.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seeing Turles effortlessly weave through his attacks, veins began to throb on Super 17's forehead. He snarled through gritted teeth.
"Bastard! Are you playing with me?!"
A mocking smile crossed Turles' face. "What? Was it not obvious enough? Fine, how about I try attacking for a change?"
THUD!
Turles buried a fist deep into Super 17's stomach. The Android's body instantly doubled over like a shrimp.
Gah!
Before Super 17 could even cough up the bile rising in his throat, Turles' next strike arrived.
WHAM!
Super 17 let out a pained howl as he was hammered into the ground.
BOOM!
He scrambled back to his feet, looking haggard and enraged. "You bastard! To treat a perfect being like me this way... it's unforgivable!"
As the Ultimate Android, he truly believed he was the strongest in existence. This treatment was a profound insult to his very being.
I have to kill him! I must! Only his death can wash away this humiliation!
Blinded by rage, Super 17 flared his Ki and lunged back into the sky toward Turles.
BANG!
SWISH!
BANG! SWISH! BANG! SWISH!
The two silhouettes became blurs in the sky. Fists and legs collided with bone-jarring force, the shockwaves creating a constant thunderous roar in the atmosphere.
Turles pivoted mid-air, slamming his foot into the back of Super 17's head. He followed through with a whirlwind kick that sent the Android hurtling several miles away.
Super 17 barely managed to stabilize his flight. He powered up again and rushed Turles, unleashing a flurry of strikes, but every single one was casually parried.
"So strong... Turles is really on a different level..."
The spectators below could only marvel at how easily Turles was toyed with the man who had nearly killed Goku.
"What's the matter, Super 17? Is this all the 'Ultimate Android' can do?"
"Shut up! I'm going to kill you!!"
Turles let out a disdainful laugh. "Stop talking big. You really think you're capable of that?"
BOOM!
Turles delivered another kick that sent Super 17 flying. He flickered away with Instant Transmission, appearing behind the Android to turn him into a personal punching bag once more.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
As Super 17 was kicked into the upper atmosphere, Turles appeared behind him one last time. He decided it was time to end it with a "heart-to-heart" strike.
The "Black Hand" Turles was officially online.
"You didn't think I'd actually use Ki Blasts, did you?" Turles muttered as his hand blurred forward. "Knowing you can absorb energy, firing a beam would just be stupid. This is much more effective."
Turles' hand lunged forward in a blinding "Hui Shou Tao" strike, his fingers stiffening as they pierced straight through Super 17's chest and crushed his internal core.
Super 17 stared at Turles in utter disbelief. He couldn't believe he had been defeated so simply, so physically. As the energy inside Super 17's destabilized body reached its breaking point, he was consumed by an internal explosion.
Super 17 was dead.
"This..."
Son Goku and the others watched in stunned silence. Was that even a fight? No, it was a one-sided humiliation. The monster that had pushed Goku to the brink had been systematically dismantled and disposed of.
Seeing the raw power Turles displayed, Goku's eyes burned with renewed motivation. If another Saiyan could reach this height, there was no reason he couldn't. He was determined to train even harder from now on.
Even Vegeta felt a fire ignite in his soul. Super Saiyan 4... I will reach that level no matter what!
"Incredible!! We finally beat the bad guy!" Pan cheered, jumping up and down.
The others had stiff expressions. Finally? Turles had spent the entire fight treating the guy like a training dummy.
As Turles powered down to his base form, Future Bulma naturally walked over and clung to his arm.
Vegeta's face turned a distinctive shade of green. Even though he knew this wasn't his Bulma, seeing a woman with his wife's face acting so affectionately toward another man made him feel incredibly awkward. With a cold snort, he flared his Ki and flew off into the distance.
Trunks scratched his head, feeling the second-hand embarrassment. He offered a quick bow to Turles and Bulma. "Thank you, Mr. Turles and Auntie Bulma, for helping us deal with Super 17. I have some... things to take care of. I'll be going now."
He took off after his father, his departure looking somewhat like a frantic retreat.