Disclaimer: I Don't Own Dragonballz, Only My Crazy Character.

It feels weird writing Android 17's P.O.Vanyway on with the story.

Android 17 20

Aria 18

(It's pronounced like R-ria)

Thoughts are in italic.

"What is wrong with these earthlings?" Android 17 says out loud, not really caring if anyone hears.

He stands and watches a couple of small children play fighting, surprisingly they don't seem to notice his presence. Not like he cares anyway, but still.

A third child comes and happily joins them; they throw endless misshaped snowballs at each other.

Continuing to watch with a bored expression, 17 turns and walks away from the scene not bearing to watch it any longer.

Living on the mountains has been pretty boring, especially since there's no one to fight.

Great another boring day.

He continued to walk, listening to the crunch of his footsteps. He loved it, despite the fact that his shoes were a bit wet.

Scooping up a hand-full of snow, he rolled it into a small ball, and threw it.

Snow was his all time favourite weather, he hated soppy weather especially summer.

There's a 5 second silence before a massive crash can be heard on the other side of the mountains.

"Hmmm not bad" 17 said stroking his chin as he complemented himself.

He cracks his knuckles before bending down for another handful of snow; this has become a daily routine of his. He knew he was being unbelievable, but he was bored. Boredom was something he couldn't cope with, not even for 2 seconds.

After the 10th shot, he started to get bored again and surprisingly cold. Glancing at his watch he decided to call it a day.

"There's nothing else to do..." 17 said to himself, running a hand threw his black hair.

He flew to his cabin in silence.

Walking inside, he slams the door with a bang. The door manages to stay upright, somehow.

Throwing his coat on the floor he heads straight to the shower, the only place where he knew he wouldn't die of boredom.

...

it sure is cold.

She had only just landed 5 minutes ago and she was already frozen solid.

Not really knowing what to do, she decided to follow some bird's foot prints.

Aria smiled at the baby sized prints, they were so small. She crouched down to get a closer look, it was fascinating.

As stood, she decided to take a look around, everywhere was covered with snow.

Bra would probably faint if I bought her here.

Giggling to herself she carried on walking forgetting all about the baby bird trails.

Stopping in the middle of a frozen pond, she tried to look down underneath the ice hoping to see a few fish, but saw nothing.

Sighing in disappointment, she carried on walking.

I can't believe I'm bored already.

Sighing once again she took off into the air.

Instead of looking forward she glanced down, looking for something interesting.

Nothing caught her eye at first, but then suddenly she a large brown cabin came into her view. Aria floats in mid air looking down at the wooden cabin.

"As if people actually live out here, in this awful weather…" Aria mutters to herself.

Rubbing her eyes a few times she stared at the cabin in awe. She smiled to herself.

"Maybe I'll go and say hi!" Aria said loudly and flew down to cabin at full speed.

Landing slowly she approached the cabin.

At first she knocked on the slightly upright wooden lightly. No one comes.

Frowning, she knocked a second time only a bit louder this time. Again no one comes.

Aria flipped her hair out of the way and knocks harder, her impatience getting to her. She knocked a bit too hard, causing the door to collapse on the floor with a BANG.

"Oh, shit"

Biting her lip in annoyance she picked up the door and went inside. For a second she forgot all about the door and glanced around the large cabin, it was very neat and tidy, despite the fact that clothes were left on the floor in a heap, along with some bright blue boots.

Some chilly winds knocked her back to her senses.

"I better fix this" she muttered.

Silently she placed the door back on the hinge and held it in place.

There must be some tools around here some where.

Placing the door down, she went in search of some tools.

...

This is just what need.

17 had been in the shower for over an hour now, he keeps finding it hard to leave.

Grabbing a bottle of Apple shampoo, 17 washes his hair for the 10th time. The bottle was almost empty.

"Hahaha" He chuckled to himself, as he threw the almost empty bottle to the side.

He reached for another.

This times its Strawberry shower gel, one of his favourites. He had a whole collection of fruity shower gel; the smell was something he couldn't get enough of.

Rubbing it all over his body, he inhaled the fruity scent and smirked. After finally rinsing off the soap he decided to step out of the shower, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.

That was refreshing.

Just as he's about to open the wardrobe he heard banging. Frowning 17 stood and listened to see if he's imaging things.

The banging carried on and then stopped.

17 rolled his eyes. "Must be my own dysfunctional imagination"

As soon as he placed his hand on the wardrobe door ,the banging started again.

Growling, he stomped down stairs, ready to blow who ever it is into pieces.

17 rubbed his Goose bump-covered arms, and followed the cold draft.

Who ever it is has some nerve coming in here.

Just as he stepped into the living room, he immediately banged into someone, knocking them down with no effort whatsoever.

What the hell just happened?

Not bothering to say sorry he waits for the person to get up.

"Sorry I didn't-" 17 cut whoever it is off.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Aria stood up and brushed her self off.