Terrifying Headpat

South of East City, Taikula Town.

The sprawling Taikula Town was currently engulfed in thick smoke and soaring flames.

The booming sounds of explosions echoed from every direction.

Android 17 and Android 18 had initiated a brutal, inhumane slaughter here.

In just a few short minutes, the entire town's population of hundreds of thousands had been wiped out.

Even the barking dogs were blasted into nothingness by energy spheres.

The entire town was left in ruins, a sight too tragic to behold.

It was nothing short of a living hell.

17 raised his hand, golden light coiling around it, and a sphere of energy erupted outward.

"BOOM!"

A twenty-story building instantly disintegrated; steel and concrete scattered everywhere, the clattering sounds incessant.

Following this, a black mushroom cloud surged into the sky, heatwaves rolling out and covering everything in their path.

"17, the people here are already dead. Don't waste your energy; let's go somewhere else. Let's head south; there should be plenty of people there waiting to play games with us."

The young woman crossed her arms over her chest and spoke coldly.

This was the T0-tier goddess of the Dragon Balls world, 18.

She had smooth, shoulder-length blonde hair, a stunning face, and delicate, fair skin.

She wore a buttonless denim jacket over a horizontal-striped long-sleeved T-shirt, giving her a sharp, capable look.

Below, she wore a denim miniskirt, her long, shapely legs adorned with black stockings and high boots—her proportions were perfect to the extreme.

Standing there, she radiated the aura of a noble, icy-cold queen.

Glancing at her, 17 said:

"No need to rush. What's the fun in killing all the humans in one go? Let's kill them slowly, otherwise, there won't be anything left to play with later."

17 was a handsome youth, his appearance remarkably similar to 18's.

Because before they were modified into Androids, they were a pair of fraternal twins.

That was why they looked so much alike.

17 also had long hair; his jet-black locks were even longer than 18's.

Although the two Androids had been activated for over a decade, their faces remained ageless, looking exactly as they had ten years ago—like teenagers of seventeen or eighteen.

17 wore an orange bandana around his neck, a black top, and loose pants, with a pistol holstered at his waist—a classic Western cowboy look.

The sister was an icy beauty, the brother a cold, handsome youth.

Judging solely by their appearance, one could never imagine that these two were bloodthirsty, monstrous villains.

Because of them, over seventy or eighty percent of humanity on Earth had already perished.

Neither natural disasters nor zombie apocalypses had been this thorough.

18 chuckled and said, "How childish. I think killing them all at once is best."

Hearing her words, 17 suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Haha, childish? I wonder who it was that destroyed an entire city last time just because they lost at a video game."

"Hmph!" 18 turned her head away.

Then, she also raised a finger and pointed.

A golden light flickered at her fingertip, and another building exploded with a roar.

"Fine, let's destroy this city in one go, then head to South City to continue the slaughter," 17 said, flying high into the sky.

At the same time, an energy sphere rapidly formed in his right palm.

The scorching energy surged violently, flashing and illuminating a vast stretch of the sky; he intended to level the city beneath his feet in one strike.

Seeing this, 18 also flew into the high sky, lest the dust from the explosion soil her clothes.

Just then, two figures shot over rapidly from the distant horizon.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived beside 17 and 18.

Before 17 and 18 could react, they were each struck by a heavy kick, plummeting from the sky and crashing into the ground, causing the earth to split apart with a thunderous roar.

"Who? How detestable, you ruined my clothes." 18 walked out from the thick smoke; her jacket and T-shirt were half-shredded, revealing a large expanse of dazzling, snowy skin.

"Damn it, this is my favorite outfit, and I don't have many left."

She casually tore off the broken denim jacket and wiped the dust from her face, her anger already soaring to the heavens.

17 also flew out from the ruins of the explosion, his expression equally cold to the extreme.

Son Gohan and Trunks, the instigators, descended from the sky and stood not far from the Androids, watching them with blank expressions.

Trunks glanced at 18 and noticed her upper body was largely exposed; his face turned bright red in an instant, and he hurriedly averted his gaze.

Seeing that the arrivals were Son Gohan and Trunks, No. 17 and No. 18 were both stunned for a moment.

"Son Gohan, you're actually not dead? You've got quite the life, don't you?" No. 17 said with some surprise.

"If you two aren't dead, how could I be?" Son Gohan said coldly.

"Hmph, I told you last time to blast him into ash with an energy sphere, but you insisted he was dead. This time, you were wrong, weren't you, No. 17?" No. 18 said with a look of annoyance, not caring in the slightest about how exposed she was.

No. 17 chuckled, "Heh, isn't this perfect? We were just bored, and now some entertainment has delivered itself to our doorstep."

As he spoke, he grew cheerful, crossing his arms and watching Son Gohan and Trunks with great interest.

It was as if he were looking at two clowns who didn't know their own limits.

Isn't this just pure suicide?

"Hahaha, Son Gohan, I won't let you leave alive this time. I'm going to blast you into powder and make you vanish into thin air," No. 18 laughed wildly.

"Hmph, prepare to die, Son Gohan."

No. 18 let out a cold snort and stomped her foot down; the ground could not withstand such immense force and shattered, her body skimming the surface as she lunged forward rapidly.

The pitiful scraps of cloth on her chest swayed and fluttered, snapping loudly in the wind.

A free show for everyone!

Son Gohan and Trunks stood there, feeling that these two had an unusual amount to say today.

Villains who talk too much never meet a good end.

Son Gohan stared at No. 18 and said, "Trunks, leave No. 18 to me. You go deal with No. 17."

"Yes, Gohan-bro." Trunks breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward No. 17, who was looking to watch the show.

In the blink of an eye, No. 18 had arrived a few meters in front of Son Gohan.

She leaped into the air and threw a straight punch directly at his face.

The fist tore through the air with astonishing power, emitting a whistling sound that showcased her formidable strength.

Son Gohan looked coldly at the incoming fist; in his eyes, No. 18's current speed was clearly no faster than a crawling turtle.

Heh, was he scared silly? He's not even dodging? No. 18 sneered inwardly.

The fist was already inches away.

No. 18 was very confident; if this straight punch landed squarely, Son Gohan would be dead or crippled.

But just at that moment, Son Gohan shifted his body slightly to the side.

No. 18's fist brushed past him, striking nothing but air.

"What?"

No. 18 was shocked; how could she have missed?

Before she could recover, a sharp pain erupted in her abdomen.

No. 18 felt as if her stomach were about to split open.

It was Son Gohan's right fist, which had slammed into her lower abdomen.

With a dull thud, No. 18 spat out a mouthful of blood, and that perfectly formed body flew backward like a cannonball.

"Hmph, die."

Son Gohan let out a cold laugh, surged forward, and pressed his palm onto No. 18's head.

A terrifying head-pat kill.

A look of horror appeared in No. 18's eyes; for the first time, she felt death was so close.

"No!"

"Ah!"

A brilliant light flashed from Son Gohan's palm, and then No. 18's head exploded with a boom.

That body, which had been full of allure, fell into the dust, instantly losing all its luster.

Son Gohan's eyes were icy; he flicked his finger, and even the headless corpse was blown into beautiful fireworks.

"How is this possible?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Seeing this tragic scene, No. 17, who had been brawling with Trunks, felt his eyes split and his pupils contract violently.

"Ahhh!"

He leaped backward to create some distance, then waved his hands repeatedly, sending energy spheres roaring out in a barrage of explosions.

The surrounding earth shattered inch by inch, and the mountains and rivers were torn asunder.

Thick smoke and raging flames billowed, shrouding an area of several kilometers.

The ground had sunk deep into the earth; the entire Taikula Town no longer existed.

Son Gohan flew high into the sky, using his sleeves to continuously disperse the thick smoke.

Trunks, who had been at the center of the explosion, was completely unscathed; he had dodged every single one of those energy spheres.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, he suddenly accelerated, appearing instantly behind No. 17.

Danger!

No. 17 felt the soaring killing intent behind him, his hair standing on end as energy flickered in his hand once more, which he swung backward.

To his surprise, Trunks did not dodge this time, instead raising his own hand to strike back.

As their palms collided, an energy storm erupted with them at its center.

At that very moment, Trunks shifted his palm into a claw, seized No. 17's arm, and with a powerful heave, flung him high into the air.

Immediately following, Trunks's entire body erupted in a brilliant radiance, and an energy sphere shot skyward, pursuing No. 17 directly.

No. 17 was terrified out of his wits, letting out a shrill, desperate scream.

But his scream was quickly drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

His body was submerged by the energy sphere, twisting and deforming continuously before being torn asunder and vaporized.

An intense, earth-shattering flash obscured the sky, lasting for a full ten seconds before finally fading away.

The gloom in the sky was largely dispersed, and the long-absent sunlight finally managed to shine through.