Hey guys, just testing the waters with this concept.
Of course, as per usual, this is a fanfiction.
I do not own these characters, or Dragon ball, DBZ or FighterZ.
"Dammit." Vegeta grunted, struggling to move as a pink beam barreled towards him. With a shout of anger, he was turned to a cupcake. It was over, she had won.
Android 21 stood over her newfound pile of sweets, drool practically pouring out of her mouth. She had done in, she beat everyone. They hadn't stood a chance.
"Ugh." Well, almost everyone. She spared a glance at Yamcha, as he struggled to move. He was beaten, bruised and bloody, barely hanging on for dear life. 21 humored the thought of eating him, but something stopped her.
The Kais stood tense in fear, the Supreme Kai feeling his pants become wet all of a sudden. Beerus scowled, disappointed in Goku and friends. Whis stood neutral, but part of him felt kinda let down at the fight. It hadn't been as entertaining as he had expected. But, worse than that, he couldn't feel that strange soul's presence anymore.
"Well that was a waste." Beerus said, turning around and walking off. Whis followed, and they both disappeared in a flash of light. Supreme Kai watched them go in horror, his only ticket of salvation gone.
Android 21 was quick to gobble down her sweets, savoring Goku's and Vegeta's. "Oh yes! That's what I wanted!" She squealed, hands on her cheeks, a look of ecstasy in her eyes. "These are perfect! An easy 100 out of 100!"
Her power spiked higher with each treat, the raw power of her ki enough to force the Kais to retreat. Yamcha raised a hand, grunting at the woman as his vision faded. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the Majin standing over him, devouring a slice of cake.
Bulma waited above the volcano that the final showdown was supposed to happen in. Her throat was dry from nervousness, and she prayed for everyone's safety.
But it seemed no God was listening.
To her horror, Android 21 poofed into existence on the rocky crater, chomping down on an eclare. She was holding someone.
"Yamcha!" Bulma gasped, watching as the Majin took off, the Scarred man hung over her shoulder. "Dammit." She muttered, her stomach knotting. What happened to the others? Where was Vegeta? Goku? Anyone?
"Sweet Kami, my head hurts." Yamcha muttered, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He rubbed his head, trying to get the aching feeling out.
"..."
"You're finally up."
"Huh?" Yamcha muttered, looking around. He was in a black void, the only color was the blues that pooled and rippled around him. He was in his own mind. "Oh, hey dude!" He greeted the soul. "What are you doing here?"
"Are you okay?"
"You seem happy for what just happened."
"Uh, I'm alright." Yamcha said, confused at the soul's question. "My head hurts a little, but other than that, I'm fine. Why?"
"Do you remember what happened?"
"I've got some bad news?"
"What happened?" Yamcha asked, scratching his head. He stood up meeting the Soul at eye level. "Well… We were about to fight 21, and then…" The Z Fighter paled, his eyes widening. "We lost…" He muttered, feeling his balance threaten to leave. "Am- am I dead?"
"Does this look like the afterlife, you idiot?"
"No. You survived."
"What, really?" Yamcha asked, full of disbelief, before straightening up again. "I mean! Of course I did! The Great Yamcha can't be put down so easily." He said, but the Soul could practically see the fake confidence seeth out his mouth.
"What's it take than? A Saibaman?"
"Cut the act. I can tell you're nervous."
Yamcha slouched his shoulders, putting his arms up in a 'Can you blame me for trying?' pose. "Alright, you got me." He muttered in defeat. "Where are we anyways?"
"No clue."
"I was hoping you knew."
"Sorry, but I think I'm out cold right now." Yamcha said, shaking his head. Questions ran wild in his mind… in his mind. Why was he spared? Where was he? Most importantly… the question got caught in his throat. He kind of didn't want to know the answer, considering what the most likely answer would be. "What… What happened to the others?"
"They're in 21's stomach now."
"They didn't make it."
Yamcha sighed, looking down. "Damn." He muttered, his physique slumping a little. His head suddenly shot up and he stared into the Soul's being with a scowl and eyes full of determination. "That Android isn't getting away with this this!" He yelled, holding up a fist. "It's you and me now, Dude. If we're gonna make it through this and get revenge, we'll need to work together even more so than before!"
"That's the spirit!"
"Sounds like a plan."
A low rumble echoed in the mind of the Z Fighter, causing him to stumble. "Gah!" He meeped, finding his footing again. "Guess I'm waking up. Hey, let me handle this for now, okay?"
Yamcha's eyes sprang open, only to slam close again as a bright light met his vision. Cursing under his breath, he opened his eyes again, this time letting them adjust. A bright light hung over him, casting its beams over him. He moved his head to look away from it.
He was in a lab of some sort, laying on a bed of some sort. Moving to get up, he was met with limited movement and a clang sound. He looked down at his body, struggling at the chains that kept him on the table. These things shouldn't be able to hold him, but they did. Also, to his dismay, he was clad only in his boxers.
"Finally!" A voice that Yamcha grew to hate sounded. The face of Android 21 appeared over him, looking grumpy like a child after they got denied ice cream. "I've been waiting for over an hour for you to wake up!" She scolded. Yamcha felt hands move across his chest. "Geez, you could grind meat on these things."
"You." Yamcha spat, trying again to free himself… to no success. 21 chuckled at him, still letting her hands roam over the man's torso.
"Don't bother. These things are made of some pretty tough material." She said, her face getting a little closer to the man's. "Now, onto the important stuff."
The bed made a mechanical sound, and Yamcha found himself being shifted as the bed went vertical. 21 stood in front of him, looking him over. She ran a finger along his scarred cheek, all the while staring Yamcha in the eyes.
"What do you want?" Yamcha growled. The Majin/ Android paid his words no mind, continuing to look the man over.
"How did you resist those waves?" She asked, moving a lock of hair out of Yamcha's face. Said man scowled, his pride hurting from the answer.
"They said I was too weak." He said, part of him still bitter at Goku for siding with the villains about his weakness. "Also, can you stop feeling me up?!" He spat when he felt 21's tail rub against his leg.
"But it's fun seeing you blush." She purred, her tail giving a light slap against Yamcha's rear. She smirked, watching the man's face turn red.
"Y-you." he stuttered, a mix of embarrassment and anger burning in his chest.
"Aww, so cute!" She laughed, before her face became serious again. "Back to the matter, don't bullshit me with that weak crap! If that bulky bald guy was affected, than you should have too." She growled, tempted to punch the man for lying to her. "Now tell me the truth!"
"I am." Spat Yamcha, giving another go at breaking free. "You think I'd lie about this? My pride was put on life support!" He said, feeling down again.
21 cooled down a bit, recollecting her composure. "Well you were lied to." She said, crossing her arms under her bosom. "Something about your energy structure is funky. The waves aren't reacting to it like they should." She took another step closer, face to face with Yamcha. "What I want to know is why you're set up that way." She poked his chest.
Yamcha resisted the urge to spit at her, going over the info that was just dumped on him. "What are you gonna do?" He asked, fear flooding over him.
"You'll be by my side for awhile. I need to study you personally so my ki can get used to yours." She said, putting her hands on her hips.
"What?!" Yamcha yelped, shaking at his restaurants to try and escape. "No way! Nu-uh! Not happening!" He said quickly.
21 pouted, putting on a fake hurt look. "Why not?" She asked, her tail slowly running up his inner thigh. "Too nervous about being around a pretty lady?" She purred, using her arms to push her bosom up. Yamcha blushed, looking away. This was torture, all this embarrassment. "Well, if you're against it…" She whispered into his ear, her hot breath brushing over his face. "I could always cut up open and look around for myself."
Yamcha went wide eyed, his face paling. "No!" He screamed. "The first option! I pick the first one!" He cried, scared for his life. 21 smiled, rubbing the Z fighter's cheek.
"Good boy." She said, pressing something on the backside of the bed. The restraints opened, letting Yamcha fall on his butt. "Now, pick yourself up and come on, we have work to do." She said, leaning over him.
Yamcha picked himself up, careful to avoid touch 21, and wiped himself off, though he doubted there was actually any dirt on him. This place looked spotless "Can I have some pants?"
21 looked him over, taking in the view. "No."
Despite her answer, 21 eventually let Yamcha put on a lab coat after some of the Red Ribbon workers stared enough. Embarrassing him was fun and all, but the joke only went so far. So clad in boxers and a white lab coat, Yamcha followed the Majin, making sure to keep his distance.
"You know, this is a lot of effort for just getting some sweets." Yamcha muttered under his breath, taking glances at the complex machinery as they passed by.
"Just sweets?!" 21 huffed, turning around, staring daggers at Yamcha. "Just sweets?!" She repeated, closing the distance between them, now face to face, nose to nose. Yamcha gulped.
"Uhh… sorry?" He said, raising his hands in defense. Not that it would do much, but still, it made him feel better.
SMOOSH!
Yamcha's taste buds were showered with a taste of sweetness. Cream and chocolate danced in harmony. It was so good! "H-holy Kami." He muttered, swallowing the Eclare that had been shoved into his mouth.
21 smiled smugly, pressing up against the Z Fighter with pride. "See! It's amazing, right?" She said, looking over his reaction to the food.
"Y-yeah." He muttered, breathing heavily. He didn't expect to taste something so good. He could go on about how the ingredients were in a perfect ratio, how they complimented each other to a tee.
21 watched Yamcha breath in a state of surprise and delight. She froze for a moment, noticing a bit of cream still on his lips. A bit of chocolate also dotted his tongue. If she could sweat, she would have.
Lips clashed together, and something wet and warm entered Yamcha's mouth. His eyes turned to saucers. 21 licked every corner of his mouth, scrounging every bit of leftover food she could find. Yamcha tried to push himself away, but the Android grabbed his shoulders, cementing him in place. Her tail wrapped around his legs for extra security. 21's tongue wrapped around Yamcha's own tongue, trying to get any chocolate as she could.
Their lips parted and Yamcha scrambled away, gasping for air. 21 gulped, swallowing the food she was able to vulture. While the saliva made the dough a little soggy, it tasted just fine.
"What was that for?!" Yamcha gasped.
"What? There was still food in your mouth. Geez, wouldn't kill you to share." 21 said, mock-pouting.
"You're the one who shoved it in there to begin with!" Yamcha retorted, taking a stomp closer to the woman. He was on his last nerve. This lady killed his friends… and Vegeta, kidnapped him, embarrassed him, and now violated his mouth. Any sane man would be angry.
"Exactly!" 21 said, closing the distance between the two. "How hard is it to thank someone for their kindness?!" She spat, pressing her bosom against the man's chest, glaring at him.
"Kindness!?" Yamcha growled, forgetting exactly how strong 21 was. He pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching. They could feel each other's breath, though neither really cared. "You killed all my friends!"
"Because they were delicious!" 21 yelled. The duo starred each other down. A few scientists fled, fearful about a potential brawl.
"Like that's an excuse!" Yamcha spat. They growled at each other, ready to fight at any second.
"Um, Madam?" A weak voice called. 21 broke her off from the hate filled staring contest to growl at a scientist.
"What?!" She yelled. The scientist flinched, holding out a tray of sweets.
"Lunch is ready." They squealed, placing the food on a nearby table before running for their life.
"Oh?!" 21 gasped, any sort of anger she felt melting away as she stared at the baked goods. She ran over and began devouring the food, leaving a very confused Yamcha in her wake.
The Z Fighter watched her eat, sweat dropping. Something told him that things would just get weirder with this woman.
I know this is a little short, but again, it's a proof of concept. I don't know if I'll continue this, as I don't know exactly where I would go with it. But you guys want me to continue it, I have an idea for what I could do.
Also don't worry, this won't be taking up next week's chapter of Desert Boy. This is just a what if I felt I had to try.
Hope you enjoyed! See you next week! :)