Chapter One

Trunks stared angrily at the two. Finally, he had caught up with the infamous pair, androids 17 & 18, Dr. Gero's last creations that had destroyed the known world. 'This was it,' Trunks had told himself the previous day, 'I'm finally going to end this once and for all…even if it kills me.'

Trunks reached for his sword, sheathed on behind his back like always, and drew it out. He took up his fighting stance and powered up to Super Saiyan level. "Ahhhh…" his voice groaned loudly, gradually getting louder, until he was roaring.

Then it happened. In an instant Trunks transformed, his lavender colored hair now standing straight up and completely blond. His natural blue eyes… well, they didn't change much really. As for the androids they just stood back and watched the amazing display of light and energy. To them, Trunks' attempts to destroy them were futile. 17 chuckled, turning to look at 18.

"Let me handle this," 17 said casually. "It won't take me long to take him out."
"Be my guest," 18 responded.
17 took up his fighting stance as 18 walked to a safe distance and to watch the fight. She gazed at Trunks, oddly. Trunks had noticed this gaze in his last two encounters with the androids. She always looked at him funny, as if she had some urge, it was starting to freak him out. Her blue orbs stared at him almost hungrily, a wanting that 18 only wanted Trunks to tame. Her facial expressions remained the same, as always, cold and emotionless…but her eyes.

17 was ready to fight now, but it was going to be difficult for Trunks to concentrate now, especially since he now had the opportunity to take both androids out one at a time. 18 sat back on the huge mound of rubble with her legs crossed, one over the other, and toss some of her blond hair back.

"C'mon fight already!" she yelled.
17 looked out across the street at Trunks, "So are you ready now?"
"Whenever you are," Trunks said. "I hope you're ready to die…"
"Is that a threat? I'll make you wish you regretted that!" 17 yelled angrily, charging down towards Trunks. The fight was on.
"Come and get me," Trunks roared, taking off in the other direction; this was his plan, "catch me if you can…"

17 flew after Trunks as the half-Saiyan took off behind a crumbling tower. This was annoying 17, he didn't want to have to chase after the coward. When 17 got behind it he didn't see Trunks anywhere. Then he saw him way ahead of him, nearly out of sight.

17 began to wonder how the hell Trunks had gotten so far so fast, without him sensing it? 17 growled angrily and flew after him, catching up in no time flat. Trunks glanced over his shoulder to see 17 right on his tail (wait a sec…Trunks doesn't have a tail).

Trunks knew he had led 17 as far away as he could from 18, that meant 17 was vulnerable by himself and all Trunks had to do was catch him off guard. And so he did. Trunks slammed on his "air-brakes" and came flying at 17, who was the only one left flying since Trunks was floating in mid-air.

As 17 flew towards the immobile Trunks the Super Saiyan's fist came crashing in his face. 17 was stunned, totally surprised and was hurled backwards through the air. Trunks blasted off after him, having gotten him once and only needed another chance or two to finish him off for good.

17 looked up just in time to be witness to Trunks' new found abilities: such as his increased speed and agility. Trunks appeared right above 17 and let him have it. He clasped both hands tightly together; his fingers interlaced, and threw them into the android's face once again. This blow sent the mechanized warrior plummeting to the ground.

17 had let his guard down with both hits and now he was going face first into a street. His eyes opened just as he made contact. There was a loud crashing, boom sound when 17 collided with the pavement. All that was left of the street was a huge crater, with the android standing in the center. He looked up to see Trunks still 50 feet up.

"I'm gonna make that asshole pay for that," 17 growled, a smirk crossing his bleeding lip.
"Oh, are you?" Trunks' voice echoed into 17's.
Trunks' voice didn't come from above. It came from behind. 17 gasped.

What power was this Trunks had achieved? The last time they fought Trunks was near death. Now it was different, Trunks somehow had gained the upper hand. 17 turned around and came face to face with the Super Saiyan. He threw a punch at him, but Trunks caught it easily. 17 gasped as he saw how fast Trunks had countered.

He felt Trunks begin to squeeze his hand, slowly. The pressure could only build to a certain point until it was released. That pressure was released once the cracking sound could be heard. 17 groaned in pain as he felt his hand being crushed. Then in an instant his hand exploded in Trunks' hand.

"AHHHHH!" 17 screamed. "MY HAND!!"
Trunks let go of what remained of 17's hand. Blood stained his palm and along his fingers as he gazed at the torn flesh and cybernetic parts protruding from 17's wrist as blood dripped from the open wound itself. 17 grasped his wrist; his right hand was gone. And Trunks was smiling at him.

"Fuck!" yelled 17. "You destroyed my hand! I'll kill you Trunks!"
"If you think you can, then try," Trunks said.
17 swung his left hand at Trunks, who ably dodged the punch. 17 swung at him again, missing once again. By now Trunks was laughing at the poor, pathetic android.

17 leapt back and held his left hand forward, sending an energy attack at him. Trunks had no time to react. The blast rocked the area, causing buildings to give way and collapse.
"HA! I told you I'd kill you," 17 chuckled in victory.
"What makes you think you killed me?" Trunks asked, walking from the smoke and dust. "I've only begun to fight…"

17 took a step back. This was impossible. How could Trunks be stronger than him? It made no sense; there wasn't any logic to it at all. His eyes grew wide in fear; true terror. He was trembling. He took another step back. Trunks approached the android at his own pace, allowing the tension to build up slowly. He wanted to enjoy killing this demon from hell. 17 glared at Trunks just as he got closer. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

"Time to end this game!" 17 said and rushed at the glowing Saiyan, sending his fist straight for Trunks' face.
Trunks ducked, balling up his own fist and moving in on 17, and took advantage of an open spot. He guided his hand right into 17's side. 17 gasped for air. Trunks looked at the machine, ready to end this here and now.
"Game over…" Trunks said.

17 turned his pale face to the Saiyan only to find a hand in front of him. Trunks stood there directly in front of the android, the fingers of his left hand spread out. He had no need to wait any longer. He gave this one all he had. 17's mouth dropped open and his eyes went white as he saw the blue energy ball form in Trunks' palm. The blast rushed forward, going straight at 17. Then it exploded. The power going out in all directions around 17, who was blanketed by it all.

A moment later, Trunks was standing over the charred remains of android 17. The air all around smelled foul.
17's end had come and Trunks had been the one who brought it to him. As Trunks turned to leave he was struck in the back of the head. It appeared that he had apparently forgotten about someone during his battle with 17. It was android 18, and she was pissed.

"You bastard! You killed my brother!" she hissed.
Trunks held his head, groaning loudly in pain. He turned to watch 18 look at the remains of 17. Then she turned and went up to him. She gave him the same glare she always had, but this was a bit different from the rest. She raised her fist and let him have it. Trunks stumbled back after receiving a blow in the face from 18. Then she punched him in the gut.

Trunks gasped and fell to his knees. 18 placed her foot on his chest and kicked him onto his back where he lay groaning even more. She smirked and sat on him, holding his arms down with her hands, her legs squeezing around his sides. Trunks cried in pain, he could barely breath. His eyes rolled back and he passed out. 18 lowered her face down to Trunks' and looked at him in such a way. She could smell him and now he was hers, it was only a matter of time…

To Be Continued