Perhaps not only Seventeen

by NihilisticAmbition313

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters. I do this only for entertainment purposes. I do not make a dime from this.

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Prologue

"I suppose when you cough up a lung you'll acquiesce to seeing a doctor." Android 18 said as she impatiently tapped her foot.

"You know how I feel about doctors Eighteen." her brother, Android 17 replied and sneezed right after.

Eighteen rolled her eyes and sighed. Her brother could be such a stubborn ass some...well, most times.

"Just get me some more orange juice would you?"

"Hmph. Is there anything else I can get you, Master?"

"...Could you fix me a couple of sandwiches?"

"Ugh. Brother, I don't intend on being here all day playing nursemaid. I do have a child of my own to tend to you know."

"Krillin's got her."

"I'm aware of that, but I don't intend on sitting with you all damn day."

"Sis, I'm hurt. Your poor sick brother is in need and you're so cruel toward him."

"Shut up." Eighteen sighed as she went to the kitchen area of Seventeen's cabin.

Seventeen was outside in the mountains several miles from his home. He was training, when all of a sudden it began to rain, and rain heavily. He ended up catching a cold, and was now making his sister's life miserable.

How could an android possibly get sick? The fact was, he and Eighteen were not androids after all. They were once humans who were captured by the mad Dr. Gero and transformed into cyborgs to fulfill his sick obsession to destroy Goku. Therefore, they were indeed susceptible to sickness and injury, though they had rarely ever fallen ill or been injured since their emancipation from Cell.

Eighteen returned to Seventeen's bedside with a glass of orange juice and two ham sandwiches on a tray.

"Here sick boy"

"You're too kind sis."

"I know."

Seventeen went to take a sip of juice when he began couging rather violently, causing him to spill the juice all over Eighteen's brand new capris and black ballet-style shoes.

"Goddammit Seventeen!" the android exclaimed as she shot up and examined the damage with horror in her eyes.

"Sorry."

"That's it! You're going to the doctor whether you like it or not!"

"Make me!"

"You're an ass!"

"And you're a nag!" Seventeen retorted as he went into another coughing fit.

"Brother, you're not well. This looks worse than just a cold. You need help."

"No...doctors!" Seventeen barked emphatically, causing Eighteen to sigh and massage her temples.

"...Fine. No doctors...But will you at least agree to see Bulma?"

"That Saiyan shrimp's widow? She's not a doctor."

"No, but she knows our bodies better than anyone else. Maybe she could be of some help."

"Grr..."

"She's one of Krillin's best friends, Seventeen. You can trust her."

"Dammit. If it'll get you to stop nagging the hell out of me then fine."

"I'll carry you." Eighteen said as she made a move to lift her brother out of his bed.

Her effort was met with a one-handed shove.

"I may be ill, but I'll be damned if I let my sister carry me anywhere." he said as he swung his legs out of the bed.

"You're good to fly?" Eighteen asked with genuine concern in her voice.

"Yeah. Let's just get this over with."

"Okay, but if you falter I'm carrying you. You understand?"

"Whatever."

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A/N: This is my very first DBZ fic. I was lying awake in bed and for whatever reason I envisioned a Bulma/Android 17 pairing. I've mentally formed a good deal of what the story will be and I think it's not half-bad. What did you think? Should this story continue? (It is going to anyway, just wanted to afford you the courtesy of asking).