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[Hellfighter 17]

?Sakura!? shouted the hell fighter, fighting against the arms that were holding him back. They?re claws dug slightly into his skin, nearly puncturing the synthetic material. His little girl was in his sights?he could see her. Her face was right in front of his, but with another kick and a wincing of his eyes, she disappeared upon reopening, making him realize she wasn?t there.

?You bastards!? he cried, gritting his teeth anxiously, ?bring me back my daughter!? One of the insects punched the android in the stomach, causing him to heave over the epicenter of the attack and to let out a low cough. His pitch grew with each successive cough as he regained his former lung capacity everso slowly. The bugs ignored him like he was beneath them all; they wanted the cretin out of their eyesight before they?d kill him, which was not within their right to do?yet.

With a flash of his eyelids, the hell fighter caught glimpse of his hybrid companion, who was going through the same routine as he. Trunks was more insulted by the way the creatures were handling him. He did not like them dragging him along and clawing at his expensive clothing, which also looked good on him to boot. Seventeen was concerned about his daughter moreso than his appearance, which explained his weariness to how he was being treated, but the saiya-jin saw it as the greatest insult, especially considering the ominous presence he could bring to a battle.

The black-speckled creation was no where near to be seen to his latest comrades. Their brains were not able to come to this conclusion yet, as they were in the midst of trying to escape conviction, but things seemed bleak. ?Just let me see my daughter,? croaked the android, forcing back a swelling in his throat which was part emotion and part blood. His will was not enough to overcome the repulsion that the clot of blood had for the cybernetic body. Strands of the blood broke off and went in random direction, attaching themselves to the arlians.

The insects became more fueled with anger at this event, but they had to suppress the urge to kill the humanoid?he was meant to stay alive for the time being. Trunks was not releasing any cries other than that of ?Let me go, freaks!? with not much emotion save anger put into his words. There had been worse situations he was put in, and it appeared that they did not want to kill them, which could be taken as a sign for the good or for the bad, depending on your choice of view. The hybrid was a little bit of both, being methodical he tried to think of all possible routes, and he would just have to hope for the positive one.

?Time to say good night,? announced one of the guards, throwing their fist full force into the hell fighter?s stomach. The rest of the gang stopped to commence in the beating. One of the smaller arlians grabbed the back of the android?s head with a fist full of hair, almost ripping each strand out of the scalp. The hell fighter winced at this, but his right eye was already shut because of massive swelling that surrounded it. He could no longer tell which bodily functions were acting up?he was fairly certain that something was coming out of his mouth, but he was not able to detect the substance?he was beginning to malfunction.

The lack of control fueled the android somewhat, bringing forth a rush of adrenaline. His body was basically numb, but he was able to force limbs to start to fight back. The bugs were initially shocked at the newest circumstance. No ki erupted in the struggle, but many punches were thrown, especially from the android. The fight was already lost, but he had to fight back. After an uppercut to the largest bug, the others tackled him at once, and started beating on him until he was unconscious.

The arlians heaved to pick up the hell fighter and shoved them into the teleportation tube, laughing as they watched blood pour from his ear. One last word was said to the android on the planet, and only he could hear it.

Bye, daddy.