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Juuhachi turned over on her side, clutching the soft feather pillow to her. She and her brother hadn't seen that bothersome little lavender-haired asshole lately. Though she guessed hs mos more than likely dead, something still bothered her. Some feeling deep in her soul... or whatever she had, was telling her that the warrior was still alive, and plotting demise.

In recent months, Juunana had become increasingly violent towards her, ignoring when she asked him not to do things, randomly throwing stuff in her direction. It was starting to bother, if not scare her. All-in-all things were falling apart. She never actually intended to have gone this far with the killing. So many lives, it was mostly Juunana's idea. She was having second thoughts about many things.

Her crystal blue eyes were fixed on the fan on the ceiling of her room.

"I hate this" she muttered to herself.

Watching the blades of the fan swirl, disturbing the little bits of dust in the air.

"Don't we all?" a voice came from her window

Juuhachi gasped and moved to get out of bed and into a fighting stance. She peered in the darkness, searching for whom had said that. Though no form could be seen. She had taken to leaving her windows open at night and was now cursing herself for that.

"Who is it? Who's there?" she said, dropping into a defensive position.

Before she knew what was happening she was being thrown against a wall, face first and pinned there. She struggled with all her might and more to get away. Though, to no avail.

"Damnit! If you don't let me go this instant I will blast your head off" she warned in an cool voice that contricted her movements as well as her words as she continued to struggle.

"I severely doubt you could," said a voice, rasping in her ear, it was low and sent shivers up her spine.

No one she knew, well maybe, there was a certain familiarity about it, it couldn't be him though There was a sound of cool metal sliding out of a sheathe, she gasped as her black silk spaghetti strap t-shirt was sliced through, it dropped to her feet.

"Juunana!!" she screamed, "help me!"

"He can't help you now," said the voice, "Dr. Gero was nice enough to leave behind the plans for those lovely little devices that make you shut down"
Juuhachi blinked a few times and finally gave up struggling, whoever this was; he was far more powerful than her. Maybe if she did what he wanted she would survive, though she doubted it. With one last tug against him she gave a mock sob and let him press her against the wall.

Though the man behind her seemed to ignore the firm bulge in his pants as best as he could, 18 decided to use it to her fullantaantage. "Please, don't hurt me" she whimpered, her hand trailing to where his manhood was pressed against her thigh. "I promise to do anything" she whispered seductively.

This took her assailant off guard. He loosened his grip on her, but that wasn't quite enough. After a moment's hesitation the man brought his lips to the back of her neck, brushing the golden locks aside, he kissed and licked and nibbled. All of which sent shivers up Juuhachi's spine. She still hadn't seen his face, so she was just hoping that this man behind her wasn't some giant slug, but, by the feel of his hands, he would be... interesting.

"So...What would you have me do, to save my skin? And while you're at it, what should i call you?" she asked, getting strait to the point, as usual."
"I didn't think I would do this before... but I've been dreaming of your body for... a very long time. As for my name, you know it"

Juuhachi pondered "that umm Fajita(a/n:ya know like the food, kekeke) guy? Back from the dead?"

The voice responded with a growl "his name was Vegita, and no I'm not him!"

Juuhachi said, using her best 'blonde voice' "That short bald guy?"; she gave a little giggle at the thought of that!

He pressed her harder against the wall,"Stop Playing Juuhachi" he
snarled into her ear with hot breath. The wallpaper was cool compared to the night air, and most definately the heominoming from the man behind her...
She concentraited on his idenditiy.. first. size and build... I should have killed everyone that is could be a problem, who could be that strong? he tightened his grip on her and she grimaced with pain.

'Which one of the z-senshi is that build... taller than me.. though that's not hard... Gohan? Maybe... but we killed him years ago, that... uhh Yamcha but he was dead hmm...' The thought of the boy she had watched grow up before her eyes, and who's life she had destroyed never really crossed her mind, she hadn't seen him for months, she still thought of him as a boy, not anyone with a sex drive really, merely a child who was below her concern.

She decided to give it a try anyway, "Hrm.. You couldn't be that purple haired kid?" another giggle, "So lets get seri-" she was cut off.

"I'm not a 'kid' anymore..." he emphasized it by pressing himself against her thin silk pajama bottoms. She blinked, that... that BOY was pressing her against the wall and probably plotting to do some extremely unsavory things to her... that wasn't what made her angry he was STRONGER than her! It wasn't possible! He was just a kid... but judging by the sizable bludge pressing against her thigh... he wasn't a child anymore. She smirked slightly.
She decided to play it cool and responded, "What was your name? Trunks...? that's an odd name" she pondered aloud.

"Like 'Number 18' is any better?"

"I never said it was."

Trunks growled and, after brushing some golden hair away he nipped at a bit of skin at the back of her neck. Slowly, one of his hands made its way across her stomach.

"If you won't shut up voluntarily I'll have to shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet" he growled, then blinking at him self he frowned, he'd never said anything like that before. But at this moment, what his hormones did to his actions didn't matter to him. He'd hated this woman all through his childhood. But something about her had always made him fantasize about her, those blue eyes or maybe the hair. He went through puberty jacking off at the thought of having her.

Juuhachi pressed herself against his body, she knew he wanted her, and his throbbing member wasn't helping to hide it at all.

"Well.. are you going to just stand there all night, Trunks-san? Or do I have to teach you how to make a woman moan?" she said playfully taunting him. His eyes widened and he felt his face warm as blood rushed to his skin 'damnit Trunks! Stop blushing' he yelled at himself in his head. Though any man in his situation wouldn't need to be invited twice. So, he did what instinct told him to do.

He unpinned her from the wall, momentarily and spinned her around and dropped the sword in his hand. Both hands made their way around her waist at to her full, soft, delicious looking breasts. He kissed along her shoulder, staring down at them, the sight made him ravenous and hard enough that he thought bust out of his pants.

Juuhachi moaned lightly as his strong hands gripped her breasts firmly, he kneaded them in his hands like dough, her back arching with every little pinch of her pink nipples. In an instant she slide down in his arms so they were face to face, with no hesitation at all, her lips were at his, ravenously. She licked and kissed his face and neck, then returned to give him a deep, passionate, steamy kiss. It started as a way of self preservation... but soon certain desires that she never thought she was capable of started to overtake the infamous Android Number 18.

Frantically, he began to take off what was left of her clothing. He slid off the silky pants that she had been sleeping in, his hands sliding along her body, trailed by his lips, they were warm against her cool skin and his warm lips against made this artifical woman shiver and coo softly, not an average sound for the Android. She stepped out of them and he tossed them aside. His tounge swirled around her ankles for a moment tickling her and making her give a little kick.

Slowly he stood up again, his hands sending new jolts of shivers up her spine. Once standing, he pressed against her again, groaning lightly and pressing her into the wall with another almost animalistic kiss. Juuhachi pulled away long enough totake the sheath off from around his torso, along with his jacket, she nearly tore off his tank top to get at his rippling abs and pecs. They stood there for a moment, her completely naked and him only in his pants, he gazed at her firm, beautiful body and murmured something along the lines of 'better than I could have ever imagined'.

His lips found hers again as his hips began to grind against her womanhood. She purred gently and founlded his member through his pants, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them. She slide them down, he wasn't wearing underwear, a brave move. It took all her self control not to dive down at take his sweet, warm, rockhard manhood into her mouth and suck him dry.

Trunks moved his hands over her body, more gently than one could have imagined. He explored every inch of her in great detail, kissing and licking when she flinched at his touch, after he was finished with his inspection of his new 'property' he scooped her up and carried her to her bed. Where he threw her down, a lust entering his eyes that couldn't have come from his human heritage. After teasing her now dripping cunt with his fingers for a few moments he brought his throbbing manhood up to her slit. He pressed just the head into her cunt; it stretched, nearly to the point of pain as he slid. Then after he gave her half a second to sigh, he thrust himself into her deeply, he cock tearing apart the thin membrane inside her. She cried out and tears formed in the corners of her eyes, she tried to fight him, but he held her down. He had no idea she would be a virgin.

After a few moments she stopped whimpering, it wasn't a normal thing for her to be in pain. A bit of blood slid down Trunks' cock as he began to thrust in and out of her. She moaned softly, accepting his cock, though she was obviously still in pain. After a few long minutes of rhythmic thrusts, Trunks began to feel a deep need, to make her, his. With this thought his thrusts became more... animalistic. He growled into her ear and then bit her neck, making a set of teeth marks there, but with great restraint didn't break the skin.

Juuhachi moaned deeply, then began to buck her hips against his, her breath became ragged as he thrust more deeply into her sweet warmth with each thrust of his throbbing member. With a roar, he bit down on her shoulder and grabbed a hold of her right breast, squeezing hard. Tndrondroid moaned deeply and arched against his muscled chest. He made one
deep thrust and was reawrded when she screamed out in pure ecstasy, his deep thrust sending her over the edge, her juices dripped down his shaft and pooled beneath them, making the sheets extremely sticky.

With the pulsing of the muscles in Juuhachi's cunt, the warrior was sent over the edge, he howled in pure pleasure as his cock and he spilled his seed inside her warmth. For a few long minutes they just laid there, staring at each other and gasping for air, he, eventually parted with the woman beneath him slowly, painfully. He hated to leave that wonderful sweetness behind.

He laid down beside the android girl and then gathered her up in his arms. He halfway expected her to kill him, but instead she pressed her head against his chest. They were both drenched in sweat and the sheets were, well... anyone would be able to tell what went on. But neither of them really had reason to care...