Here goes nothing. I love to do character one shots, it gives me a chance to get into their heads. This one is a trashy five-minute job but I've never written as an android before.

My name is 18 and I am not human. Not so very unusual on this planet with the arrival of Saiyans and Nameckans but I am different. An android. Me and my "brother" 17. This is our story and I want to clear my head of it before my life changes forever.

It all started in the lab of a brilliant lunatic scientist named Gero. He was our creator and we destroyed him. We just decided that we didn't want to be his little robotic lapdogs any more so 17 raised his foot and kicked off Gero's head like a dandylion. I was impressed, I must admit at 17's unhidden passion for destruction. It was contagious.

Together we stepped out into a bright and beautiful planet and together resolved to wipe out it's every living inhabitant. We burned and killed and never once regretted. I used to love the way 17's eyes lit up like those of a malevolant child when he sighted his target. I loved seeing him laugh as the blood flew. I loved him.

We delighted in our strength and invulnerability as we played with our human toys. They hit back, of course with everything they had. They tried guns, bombs, soldiers and every puny machine they had but we brushed aside the bullets like flies.

I remember clearly one particular stunt where we allowed the human law enforcers to cuff us and then when they were about to take us away, at a single glance we simultaneously broke our bonds and wreaked our own particular brand of havoc. We were magnificent and we were terrifying.

The Saiyan do-gooders who had some sort of moral objection to our careless trashing of their world abruptly cut our fun short. I can hardly imagine why. It was Goku at their head and he is the one who I would kill first if given half the chance but, hate him though I do, he is strong. We were almost defeated by them and it wasn't set to get any better. I don't remember much about being absorbed and that which I do remember will stay in my nightmares always. It hurt like nothing I ever felt or inflicted on another. Like being pulled through a cheese grater backwards headfirst.

The next thing I remember I was alive and 17 wasn't. I was wished back but into an existence devoid of my other half. What can I say? I was lonely, Krillin saved me and, yeah, maybe I felt something for the brave, bald little man. He cared enough to bring me back from the dead even though I had never done anything for him. It was the first time anyone had cared like that other than 17 and I have a slight opportunist streak in me- marry this man and maybe Goku won't want to hang me by my own intestines. It's worth a try. I'll never be tamed of course, I'll still be his 18 on the inside but just for now it couldn't hurt to wear the skirts, say "please", "thank-you", "I love you" and bide my time.

I suppose the reason I'm confessing all this onto paper is that I will have to adopt the act very soon. I'm marrying Krillin in 2 months and that will be the day I put away my guns and denims. I'll cease to be 18 and be Eighteen for a while. Just for the time being...

Hmm, not sure it's long enough. I'll maybe re-do if folks'll give me an opinion so review please. Bye for now, Skaye.