I do not own DB/Z/GT/Kai or anything related. I only own my ideas and my characters that are not from DB/Z/GT/Kai. This is my first fan fiction so I hope you like it!
Before you read please know that:
I made Android #18's real name be Elisa
I made Android #17's real name be Steven
#18's hair is long and will not get cut short until she is captured by Dr. Gero
The two of them are runaways
Okay I guess that's all.
Enjoy!
History of the Androids
Chapter 1: The Terrible Twosome
"Hey! Get back here you two!" The old man shouted. He ran from his store and onto the street where the two thieves had gone. He tried to catch up with the pair but fell back.
"Those damn teens!" He muttered under his breath.
The thieves turned and laughed at the old man. They continued to run.
"Looks like we got enough money to last us a week, sis!" The dark-haired thief said to his sister.
His sister laughed and threw her blonde hair back. "That went better than expected!" She turned to her brother. "Can we stop now? No need to continue running."
Her brother nodded and stopped.
They walked along the busy streets of West City.
"Where to?" The boy asked.
The girl cocked her head from side-to-side, staring at the buildings.
"Don't know." She replied. "Some hotel would be nice."
He smiled and nodded in agreement. He spotted a few buildings at the end of a deserted block far from them.
"Over there." He pointed to the buildings. They were hotels.
The girl grinned.
"Take your pick." The boy said.
"The white one looks decent enough." She said.
They walked to the deserted block and entered the hotel. The hotel seemed empty. It had a large lobby and comfortable chairs placed at every corner of the room. The blonde lounged in one of the chairs, flipping her long blonde hair away from her face as her brother checked them in.
"Hey." Greeted the boy to the man at the desk.
"Hi kid. Need something?" The man asked while rummaging through a pile of papers.
"One room please."
The man stopped looking through the clutter and stared at the boy with a raised eyebrow.
"One room? You're a kid. Shouldn't you be going home?"
The boy shook his head. "I wouldn't be here then would I mister?"
The man shook his head."Sorry but no can do. No room."
"My brother asked for a room." The blonde had gotten up from her chair to stand beside her brother. She glared at the man with a look that kills.
"Look sweetheart, I already said no room."
Suddenly, the girl grabbed the man's arm and slammed it on the desk. The man winced as the girl was dangerously nose-to-nose with him.
"Never call me 'sweetheart'!" She threatened.
She let go of him. He staggered backward into the wall, rubbing his arm.
"Now, about that room..." The girl said.
"I already said my answer! Go back to your home kids!"
"You want to play the hard way, huh?" The girl said, clenched her fists.
"Wait, Elisa, don't!" Her brother said. The girl was ready to hit the man but she stopped at her brother's command. "He's not worth it."
The girl, Elisa, turned to the man. He had a terrified look on his face. Even his legs were shaking.
Elisa spat on the floor. "Coward." She said to him.
Elisa turned back to her brother. "Steven, show him."
The boy nodded and took out the bag of money they had stole. The man's eyes widened.
"If you had just cooperated we would have paid you. Now we are just going to take the room by force." He held out his hand. "Hand the key to the room over...unless you want my sister to beat you to a pulp."
As the man turned to see the girl cracking her knuckled menacingly, he quivered and handed over the key to a room.
"Thanks sir." Steven said with a devious smile.
The two teens walked over to the elevator. Elisa turned and waved at the old man.
"Bye." She said in a flirtatious manner. This action puzzled the man. Elisa laughed at his shocked expression. The elevator's doors opened. They stepped in and disappeared out of sight.
The old man sighed and leaned against the wall, wiping sweat off his brow. He was so certain that he was going to get killed by that twosome. Luckily, he wasn't...yet.
As the two siblings entered their room, they gazed at it. It was very nice. The furniture was splendid and everything was neatly organized.
Elisa stretched on the white couch as Steven walked around the room with a smirk on his face. He turned to his sister.
"You really wanted to kill him didn't you?"
Elisa smirked back. "I was having a bad day to begin with. He made it nerve of that jerk! Him calling me sweetheart! Nobody calls me sweetheart..."
"At least try to restrain yourself from slaughtering, okay?" Steven said with a chuckle. He knew that his sister seemed the more murderous and blood-thirsty of the two.
She responded, "I can't make any promises."