WARNING: This story is completed, but it is under major construction, and in my opinion, was done horribly (towards the end). Read this story at your own risk.
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A/N: 15th fic/story. This is my second Raditz and Eighteen fic. I have to say I really like the thought of those two together. This story is rated M, so beware.
Important: First off, I know that in actuallity Android 18 happens to be very strong and that her strength can rival even a Super Saiyan. That has been proven, but in this particular story...Eighteen is going to be tied with Vegeta in terms of strength. It's only fair, right? Also, this takes place on Planet Vegeta and yes, everyone that lives on Planet Vegeta will be a Saiyan.
Also, Eighteen will still have her blonde hair. And Zangya will have her orange hair, and she is a Saiyan in this fic. As for Bulma, she is a Saiyan and she'll still have her blue hair.
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Chapter 1: Rivalry
Eighteen, also known as Juu, was said to be one of the most strongest Saiyans Planet Vegeta had to offer. One of the most strongest female Saiyans at that. To be on par with the Prince of all Sayians was a feat not many could say they accomplished, all the same, it was also a feat that shouldn't be taken lightly. Though she, like many other Saiyans, took pride in their strength, she wasn't conceited enough to believe that she was undefeatable, like many others so foolishly liked to believe.
How could she? When they, the Saiyans, one of the most powerful races to exist, were reminded that they were inferior every time Frieza stepped foot on Planet Vegeta. No one could compare to his strength. That she was certain of. Even if it pained her to admit something such as that, she was no fool. She knew her limitations, and she was never one to go overboard or overstep the set boundaries in order to surpass limitations she knew she stood no chance of surpassing. It killed her to know that she'd stand no chance of surpassing him, and it also killed her to bite her tongue in the presence of Frieza. She loathed giving him any form of satisfaction, but what else could she do besides submit to whatever he wanted and hope that she'd survive the short, but seemingly long encounters she had to have with him?
That was the difference between her and Seventeen. While she given up hope and decided to just submit, Seventeen refused to submit and had refused to give up hope. He refused to belive the notion that Freiza was unbeatable, and instead of acting like an over-obedient "monkey" as Frieza would call them, he spent whatever time he could training and putting his dream to rid Frieza for good into action. But now, since Seventeen was gone, it was her duty to fulfill his unfulfilled dreams and ambitions. It was her duty to fulfill the promise she made to him, and no matter how much training it took, she'd do it...
Eighteen walked through the corridor with her arms crossed over her chest, confidence evident in her icy, blue eyes as she headed for the Primary Training Chambers. It was around evening time, and the reddish color the sky contained would soon turn a dark, blueish-black. She tucked back a couple strands of blonde hair as she continued to strode down the corridor. Once she finally reached the door to the Primary Training Chambers, she halted her movement for a moment before punching in the four-digit password to open the door, courtesy of Bulma.
Eighteen narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly, but said nothing, as soon as she saw Vegeta and his posse in the Primary Training Chambers as well. Opting to just ignore them all together and not pay them any mind, she made her way to one of the gravity machines the room hosted.
Since the Primary Training Chambers consisted of ten to twenty gravity machines, that meant that more than a few Saiyans', both males and females, could train at once, but since only the strongest of the Saiyans' were allowed to use them, it was never an issue with the Primary Training Chambers being too crowded. Especially since there were four different shifts as well: Morning, Afternoon, Evening, and Night. As for the other Saiyans, who weren't as strong as the Saiyans who used the First (Primary) Training Chambers, they used the Secondary Training Chambers, which were for the mid-strongest, and lastly the Third Training Chambers were for the weakest of the Saiyans. Majority of the Saiyans that used the Primary Training Chambers were grouped as First class, or Elite, Saiyans.
For those who used the Secondary Training Chambers, they were grouped as Second Class Saiyans and for those who used the Final Training Chambers - Third Training Chambers - they were otherwise known as Third Class Saiyans. These chambers were honestly the only hope they'd contain to defeat the likes of Frieza, and since they all wanted to keep that shred of hope, they kept any information regarding the training chambers limited.
And the sole genius behind this, as well as most of the technology they contained was Bulma, a Second Class Saiyan.
And because of the advantage Bulma provided the Saiyans with, it was deemed best, by King Vegeta himself, that Bulma and Vegeta were to share the same living quarters for the King wanted his eldest son as strong as possible.
"Juu-."
She narrowed her eyes at the Saiyan in front of her, hoping the idiot would get the hint and leave her alone, unfortunately he didn't because he hadn't budged an inch, much to her dismay. The Saiyan in front of her was bald and extremely bulky, to the point to where he towered over almost every Saiyan on Planet Vegeta, and the only hair he did contain was facial hair. "Don't call me that. You don't have that privilege."
The Saiyan in front of her flinched at the coldness in her voice, but recovered quickly. He actually had the audacity to look hurt for moment and then raise his hands defensively as if he hadn't done anything wrong. "Don't be like that - "
Eighteen rolled her eyes, before effectively cutting him off. She didn't have time for his nonsense today. And she was, by no means, in a mood to hold a 'pleasant conversation' with him. "What do you want, Nappa?"
Nappa looked at her dumbly for a moment, before he continued, "Well, since you want to cut to the chase," he paused as he stepped closer to her, his tail sliding up her thigh, a smirk etched on his face, "I just wanted to know when you were going to stop by my room."
Eighteen gave him a look of disgust as she uncrossed her arms and grabbed his tail, causing him to slightly buckle. Just how dumb was this oaf? No matter how many times she refused and shut down his advances, he still kept returning. It was time to end this once and for all. She never, not even once, used physical force on him but this was getting out of hand, and if she didn't want to deal with him again - which she didn't - then she had no choice but to get physical. As if to send a silent warning, she squeezed his tail harder, resulting in him falling to his knees and Nappa releasing a pained groan. She smiled lightly, but threateningly, keeping a strong grip on his tail as she did so. "Ask me that again, and I guarantee I'll cut off the part that makes you a man."
Nappa looked at her in shock, but that soon morphed into anger once he heard his comrades laughing behind him, having heard the entire encounter. He gritted his teeth and with as much pride as he could muster, he stood back up (as soon as Eighteen released her grip on his tail, of course) and walked away, mentally noting to get her back later on. No one made a fool out of him and got away with it. She greatly out did him in strength, but he'd come up with something to knock her off of her feet. Something, even she wouldn't expect.
Eighteen turned to head for the gravity machine in front of her, when a woman with long, orange curly hair stepped in front of her. She clapped her hands in a slow, mocking manner, "Bravo, Eighteen. Too bad, you didn't accept his offer, he was probably the only guy who'd show any form of attraction towards you."
Eighteen smirked. "Jealous? I guess if I were you, I'd be upset if I were a slut, too."
Zangya growled. "I'd watch my mouth If I were you. I do exceed you in strength, Blondie."
Eighteen's smirked widened. "Strength isn't all it takes to win."
"Oh? Would you like to test that theory?"
Eighteen slid into her fighting stance with a smirk. The Saiyan in front of her hand no idea she has been waiting for this. The orange-haired woman always had something to say, and could never stop herself from meddling with everyone's business. Usually, she would just smirk and ignore the orange-haired woman, but today she just couldn't do it. Not when she had way too much pent up frustration and stress building up inside of her. The Saiyan in front of her was rumored to be on par with Kakarott, so she wouldn't lie to herself and state this wouldn't be a challenge. But she wouldn't have it any other way. "Gladly." Eighteen finally answered as she darted forward.
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Raditz continued to laugh at Nappa, along with Kakarott. Vegeta's face held a smirk, but he said nothing, though it was evident that he was amused by the situation just as much as the others were. Vegeta's smirk suddenly faded as well as the amusement in his eyes and became a look of interest once he noticed the ongoing fight between two female Saiyans, Zangya and Eighteen.
"Look."
Kakarott, Nappa, and Raditz followed Vegeta's gaze only to see two women fighting. Raditz shook his head and started to walk in their direction. Nappa, confused as to why Raditz was heading towards the fight, spoke, "What are you doing?"
He stopped when he heard Nappa's question and replied, "We can't afford for one of the gravity machines to get destroyed."
Without waiting for Nappa to respond, he continued walking towards the ongoing fight.
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Eighteen narrowly dodged a kick from Zangya and countered with a kick of her own. Zangya easily caught her kick and phased behind her slamming her elbow into her back. Eighteen groaned in pain, but quickly delivered a high kick to her opponents head. Zangya stumbled back slightly, but then kneed her in the back, followed by another knee to the back. Eighteen fell forward, but managed to fire a big, pink blast at the black-haired Saiyan before she hit the floor.
"I had just about enough of you! You ruined my shirt!" Zangya exclaimed while forming a ki blast in her right her hand, letting it increase in size. She'd end this pathetic excuse of a Saiyan for good. If she had the audacity to insult her and ruin her clothes, she was as good as dead. With a battle cry, Zangya released the orb in her hand and watched with a satisfied smirk as it began to speed towards her opponent.
Eighteen mentally cursed at the sight of Zangya's orb heading towards her before bracing herself, her arms crossed into an 'x' in a futile attempt to block the attack. Just as the ki blast was about to hit her, she felt herself being scooped up bridal style, and watched as her opponents ki blast was nullified in a matter of seconds. Eighteen looked up only to find herself being held by a Saiyan with long, black, ankle-length hair. The only Saiyan she knew of with ankle-length hair was Raditz. The older brother of Kakarott.
"This isn't the sparring chambers," his deep, surprisingly smooth voice called out. "Incase you two haven't noticed, this is the Primary Training Chambers."
Zangya rolled her eyes, before glaring at Eighteen, "This isn't over, Blondie." She then adverted her gaze from Eighteen to Raditz, as if Eighteen was non-existent, a flirtatious smirk now playing across her face. "And as for you, I'll see you around."
Eighteen jumped out of Raditz grip and frowned as if she just realized she was being held. "I didn't need, nor ask for your help." She stated coolly, her arms across her chest as her icy, blue eyes locked with his black ones.
Raditz resisted the urge to mirror Eighteen's stance, instead, he replied, "I just happened to save you to prevent gravity machines from being destroyed. Besides, you looked as if you could use the help anyway."
Eighteen growled, turning to walk away. She didn't need, nor want this right now. "Whatever. Next time mind your own business."
Raditz watched as Eighteen walked away, restraining the urge to put her in her place. He shook his head as he muttered the word 'ungrateful' and turned to head back towards Vegeta and the others. The nerve of that woman. Couldn't even spare a simple 'thank you'. If he hadn't stepped in, she would have been spending sometime in the Regeneration Chambers.
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"You two probably couldn't go a full week without arguing." Chi-Chi stated dryly.
Eighteen shrugged, her arms crossed over her chest as she sat on the decent-sized dresser in her spacious room. After her encounter in the Primary Training Chambers, she deemed it best to just head back to her living quarters, only to find Chi-Chi standing outside of her door. The urge to tell Chi-Chi to come back later was great but her need for company was even greater, so without further ado, she let her in.
It wasn't anything fancy, her living quarters, but it contained a dresser, a closet, kitchen, and a bathroom. As far as Eighteen was concerned, that was all she needed. Chi-Chi, whom happened to be a First Class Saiyan as well as one of her friends, the other being Bulma, was sitting across from her, on the edge of her bed, "I wasn't the one who started it. It was her."
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and stood up, before walking over towards the window, "I should have known you were going to say something like that."
"Good guess," Eighteen replied sarcastically as she tucked a blonde strand of hair out of her face. She then hopped off her dresser, and headed into her kitchen for something to drink, "Thirsty?"
"Not really. "
"Suit yourself."
Chi-Chi shrugged and turned her attention back towards Eighteen's window as she silently observed the dark, bluish-blackish skies. Her thoughts then began to drift towards a certain spiky-haired Saiyan.
They've been friends ever since they were kids, besides, most of their younger days were spent together. How could they have not become friends? It was a known fact that they used to butt heads almost every time they saw each other, but over the years', that seemed to simmer down to just every now and then...with their headstrong, yet similar personalities, how could they not clash every once and a while?
Even so, she wouldn't deny she felt a strong attraction towards him, but with all of the constant training he does and all the women approaching him, she doubted she even crossed his mind in that way. He probably even saw her as a younger sister, seeing as they did grow up together. She turned around to face Eighteen only to find her staring at her with a smirk on her face. She frowned, at the woman looking at her, feeling somewhat irritated, "What? What are you smirking about?"
Eighteen said nothing, but continued to smirk, which only seemed to irritate her raven-haired friend further. She probably wasn't expecting her to be paying attention to her, but it wasn't as if there were other Saiyans in here. So, what choice did she have? "Nothing," she replied, "your mind just seems really occupied by something, or maybe someone."
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. She had a feeling Eighteen knew who that someone was, but she wouldn't voice that out loud. "Whatever, Eighteen. I should head out now anyway. See you in the Dining Hall."
Eighteen nodded and watched as Chi-Chi took off and then locked the door behind her before heading for the shower. The required time for everyone to be in the Dining Hall was at nine O'clock sharp, which was in half an hour. The Dining Hall was the only place that wasn't separated by class, excluding all three of the training chambers, and strength. Of course royalty had their own table, with the exception of Bardock's two sons, Nappa, and Bardock himself.
Once she had the shower running and it was at her preferred temperature, she took off her clothes, and then stepped into the shower. Half an hour later, she stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body, and then dried herself off, before heading for her closet. Shortly after she reached her closet, she began plundering through it until she came across her Saiyan Spandex attire, which was consisted of: a dark blue spandex suit, white boots (like Vegeta's) that were rounded instead of pointy at the tip, along with a dark blue, knee-length skirt made out of the same material of the spandex suit, and the usual female Saiyan chest plate, which she usually didn't wear unless she had to.
After finally getting dressed, she then exited her room, locked it behind her, and took off down the corridor for the Dining Hall. As soon as she entered, she could hear the loud voices of the Saiyan's practically rumbling. A few heads turned in her direction, but she paid them no mind as she proceeded to walk down the aisle towards where she usually sat at. Just as she got near her table, she heard a familiar voice and turned her head in that particular direction. A smirk formed as she recognized the voice as Chi-Chi's, who happened to be talking to Kakarot. 'Hm. Looks like I was right. She-,' her thoughts were interrupted when she felt herself stumbling backwards. She blinked a couple of times before realization hit her and began to scowl at the person that bumped into her, "Hey, watch where you're going."
The person that happened to send her stumbling backwards frowned, before his face contorted into a scowl as well. He was going to apologize, but he certainly wouldn't be apologizing now. She was really starting to get on his nerves with that rude attitude of hers; It was a complete mystery as to how someone like her could have any friends. First, in the Primary Training Chambers and now in the Dining Hall. He was really starting to dislike her, which was honestly sad seeing as they only talked to each other for the first time today. "You do realize that you bumped into me, right?"
She rolled her eyes before walking past him and saying the word 'idiot' loud enough for him to hear.
Idiot? He was by no means an idiot. He growled, before spinning around and heading for her, "Do you want to run that by me again?"
She halted, her left hand on her hip. She then smirked as she called tauntingly, over her shoulder, "Can't hear?"
Raditz clenched his fists, resisting the urge to tell her a thing or two. Again. She was deliberately trying to rile him up, and for what? Probably for her own satisfaction. He scoffed, he didn't have time for her little games. He was a warrior, and he had no time for foolishness. If she wanted to be like that, than so be it.
When she received no response, her smirk widened slightly, "I thought so." Before he could respond, she walked away, rolling her eyes. What an idiot. He was the one that ran into her, not vice versa. He just better be lucky she had to meet up with Bulma and Chi-Chi right now, or he'd be sorry.
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Raditz shook his head and then headed back for his table. Though he wasn't royalty, he usually sat with King Vegeta and his two sons, along with his father and his other brother. He wouldn't have gotten up if he knew he was going to end up running into her, but it was too late to concern his self with that.
"What took you, Raditz? I thought you were just going to the Lavatory."
Raditz scowled. He didn't know he had to give Nappa a full report every time he did something. "I did, Nappa. I just ran into someone."
Kakarot knowingly raised an eyebrow, having seen the encounter between the two. "You mean the blonde?"
Raditz nodded, "Yeah, her."
Kakarot smirked, "Women troubles?"
Raditz scowled, "Don't get any ideas, Kakarot."
"Yeah, everyone knows that the blonde is mine, " Nappa chipped in.
Raditz rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right. You're obviously not her type."
Nappa growled, "What is that suppose to mean?"
"Exactly how I said it. Face it Nappa, you scare all of the women away."
Nappa growled, "That's not true and you know it. I've had plenty of women."
"That's because they're either stupid or desperate." Raditz answered.
Nappa chose to growl at Raditz accusation, seeing as he had no idea how to retort.
Raditz rolled his eyes and just as he was about to respond, his brother spoke, "You're whore is heading this way."
Raditz turned in the direction of where his brother was looking, only to see Zangya heading straight for him, just like he said. Raditz turned back around to face his brother, "She's not my whore, Kakarot. I'm not even interested in her. How many times do I have to tell you that? And about that whore statement...she's just finding solace in the wrong places. You know her comrades were killed on a purging mission."
Kakarot shrugged, "So, that doesn't mean she can turn into a slut."
Raditz rolled his eyes, "It's not like she's sleeping with any of us."
Kakarot was going to respond but decided against it since Zangya already made it to their table. As soon as Zangya reached Raditz, she smirked seductively as she bent over forward's to whisper something in his ear. Kakarot watched as Raditz rolled his eyes, and excused himself, pulling Zangya along with him.