Seventeen grabbed the nearest hover car and hopped into the driver's seat. Faith got in, without complaining that it was a stolen car, and slid into the passenger's seat. This should be interesting to see the daily life of a human. I may have fun with this one in particular. She seems interesting. I should get to know more about her and play head games with her. He chuckled under his breath. "Now where is it?" he asked. "Here, let me do it." She said as she leaned over and punched her address into the GPS navigation. "I completely overlooked that…" he said with a chuckle. He put the car into drive and sped off towards North City. On the way there, Faith couldn't help but see all of the destruction beneath them. Buildings had lost their structure inside and out. Cars were flipped, totaled and completely destroyed. Rotting corpses lay scattered about, as if it were a junkyard. All of this destruction is the product of one living person. Seventeen … She turned to look at him. He seemed to be enjoying the ride. He loved the feeling of the wind whipping through his long black hair, the coolness on his face, the thrill of speeding in the air. She had to admit she was enjoying the ride, too. She, too, loved the wind and the speed, mostly the speed. She never got to drive this fast before. But what she noticed most of all was how handsome he was. All of the destruction in the world could not take away how stunning he was. His lightly tanned skin looked so flawless with no blemishes, wrinkles, or discoloration. The way his dark eyelashes framed his icy eyes made them even more intense. And every little detail of his face fit perfectly, as if angels were hard at work trying to sculpt it. He was beautiful… They finally arrived at her residence. The place was pretty nice from the outside. It had a nice yard with a small garden closer to the house. Seventeen was wondering why he and his sister never thought to look here for people; it was untouched by demolition. "Nice place," he said without emotion. "Thanks, it's not that great, but I'd say it's fairly suitable." She took out her keys and unlocked the door. As the door opened, a fragrance greeted them like a happy dog. The living room smelled like lavender vanilla, as she had bouquets of lavender and vanilla flowers along with many others decorating the room.

Seventeen wasn't used to this vibe. The smell was something he'd never experienced before. The only smells he was used to were the smells of a death ridden area and occasionally food. He noticed how well furnished her home was. It was cozy, yet modern. On the walls, she had several pictures of her with friends and family. Others, she had of her posing like a model in different scenery. It was quite stunning, actually. The camera sure loves her. "You can make yourself comfortable here. Whatever is mine is yours." She said with a smile. She's hospitable… He thought. "Would you like something to eat?" she called from the kitchen. "Yeah, I'll have some nails, a bowl of microchips and can you top that off with motor oil. And make sure it's the "light" motor oil. I'm trying to watch my figure." He said without a hint of sarcasm. If she didn't know any better, she'd almost think he was serious. She laughed it off. "I don't know about microchips, but I am making roast beef, macaroni & cheese, and candied sweet potatoes." He didn't really expect to be eating, but he did want to play into her little "human" standards to see where it'd go. Besides, he loved to try new things, and eating was something he'd done very rarely. Faith was surprised that she actually got him to come home with her. She actually expected him to blow her to bits as soon as he was allowed to live. She found that Seventeen was very unpredictable, indeed. But then again, so was she. She smiled at her thoughts as she prepared the food. She chopped onions, peppers, herbs, etc and sautéed them like a pro. She seasoned the beef and pasta to taste, and put the beef in the oven to slow roast. I was pre-marinated in a homemade sauce. To anyone else, they would be impressed. But to Seventeen, it was expected of a human to know how to cook so well. After the roast was in the oven, Faith walked out of the kitchen into the living room, where Seventeen laid on the coach lazily.

"So I didn't show you the upstairs yet." She said smiling with her head slightly cocked. He looked up at her with an uninterested look on. "Sure, lets see it." He said as he pushed himself up from the plush couch. They walked up the stairs, Faith leading the way. Seventeen looked around the place, making himself aware of his surroundings. But the main thing he noticed was the round booty swaying from side to side in front of his eyes. He had never been this close to a human before, so he never had the chance to really examine one like this. He would admit that he liked what he saw, but it was only slightly interesting to him, as humans were a huge waste of time to him. They finally reached the landing of the hallway, which was cozy, but spacious. The carpet was white and fluffy, while the walls were a peachy color. There were tall green plants in the corners, and there was an intersection in the hallway. "This way is the bathroom. A little further down would be the closet and then the guest bedroom." She pointed at one side. She turned to the other intersection. Seventeen turned with her. "Over here is the lounge room. You can just chill in there and play video games or whatever" she giggled. Seventeen arched his lip in annoyance a bit. That would be something that would have to grow on him. "And next to that would be my room." She turned and looked at him. "Would you like to see?" she asked almost naughtily. It was obvious she was just joking, though. Seventeen couldn't help but laugh. "You have nothing to hide, do you?" he asked rhetorically. They walked towards her room, then she suddenly jumped in front of the door. Her eyes were wide, as if she were trying to seriously hide something. She started breathing heavily, and suddenly she burst out into laughter. Seventeen smiled and chuckled under his breath. This human sure was silly. She turned around and opened the door.

The room was a light pink on one side and on the other, it was a light lavender. Her bed was completely white and fluffy except for a couple decorative pillows that were leopard print and zebra striped. She had a dresser that was short and wide with a large mirror above it. Her carpet was white, like the hallway carpet, but she had a zebra striped round rug in the middle of the floor. Unlike his sister's room, her room was very organized. She had a makeup bag on the dresser instead of all over the table. Her clothes were folded neatly in her dresser, and her valuable clothing were hanging in the closet on hangers. "Girly…" Seventeen said as he noticed how much estrogen was responsible for this. Faith laughed lightly. "I just put all my favorite stuff in here. I tried to make it not too overpowering, though." She said, eyeing her stuffed animals in the corner of the floor. A slight blush came onto her cheeks as she became embarrassed. "Would you like to see the room you'll be staying in?" she asked, overcoming her humiliation. "Of course." He said emotionlessly. They left the bright, girly room and walked towards the guestroom. Seventeen hoped the room wasn't as girly as the one he'd just seen. After all, a female ran this house, so it would only make sense that every room was designed to her liking. As they opened the door to the room, he was very shocked at what he saw. It was an earth-toned room with plants around it to add a natural-feel to it. It wasn't girly at all. It was actually… inviting. It was still cozy, as a bit of carpet was cut out to the corner where the bed was. But the rest of the room had a nice, shiny wooded floor. Pictures of mountains and oceans hung randomly about the room set the mood. The room had a dimmer for the light, a large flat screen TV, and a cedarwood dresser by the window. A small computer was in the corner atop a desk. She looked at him, noticing the look of awe on his face. "So, do you like? This is your room." He looked down at her and simply smiled. He walked over to the bed and plopped on it, closing his eyes. Not another word came out of him. Faith smiled at him humbly with her head cocked to the side, then she turned and left the room.

Meanwhile…

Trunks walked down the stairs of Capsule Corp. and into the lab, where his mother was working on another machine of hers. "Hey, Trunks! Nice to see you're back!" Bulma said happily. Trunks smiled at her greeting and walked further into the room. "How's it coming along?" he said referring to the machine. "Oh, she's doing great." She said rubbing her hand over its stainless steel exterior. "It's much more efficient now that I've made my modifications to it." Trunks walked closer to inspect it. "I've been working on it all evening." She said. Her gloves were covered in grime. "I see, you've done a great job! I can't wait until it's finished!" he praised. "So, how did it go with those androids? Did you knock 'em dead?" she asked, grinning proudly. Trunks' head lowered, and he smiled slightly. "I did… to one of them. The female one is gone." His mother's face went from a smile to a look of shock. "Well, what happened to the other one?" she asked disappointed. Trunks was silent for a few seconds. Bulma's anticipation was getting the best of her. "Well?" "Someone interfered…" he finally said quietly. "Wha?" his mother's heart dropped to her stomach. "What do you mean 'someone interfered'? Who interfered?" so many questions ran through her head. "I don't know. It was a girl… I was in the middle of killing him when suddenly a girl jumped out of nowhere and sheltered him from my blast." He said solemnly. Bulma's face was twisted in confusion. Her mouth hung open and she couldn't come up with the words to express her shock. "I tried to get her to move, but she was too reluctant. She seemed to know exactly who he was, but still she wanted to save his life." He looked down. "I would have killed him anyway… but it's just not in me to hurt innocent people. If I killed him, I risked killing her. She was willing to die for him, mom!" he said turning to her in frustration. "I-I'm flabbergasted… and a little sick to my stomach." She said, holding her belly. "So the android is alive, huh?" she said finally coming to terms with the reality of the situation. "What in the world is up with that girl? Do you think she could be related somehow? Was she one of Gero's creations?" "No, she had no insignia. She looked completely human to me." Trunks said, remembering her features. "I can't understand why anyone would want him to live. After what he's done to this planet, death seems a little too good for him!" She was now angry. "Well, what can we do?" She slumped her shoulders in defeat.

Seventeen woke to the comforting aroma of a hot, well-cooked meal. He had a feint headache from the kick he received earlier from his fight with Trunks. He got out of the nice, earthy room and walked down the stairs towards where the smell was the most concentrated. There, he saw Faith delicately slicing the roast into medium, thick slices. A beeper went off and she immediately opened the oven and removed the dish filled with candied sweet potatoes. The macaroni was already ready, and had a top over it, keeping it warm. She then sensed a presence and turned to see Seventeen leaning against the thresh-hold observing her. "Hey, good to see you again." She smiled warmly. "So, I see you're the new Rachael Ray, eh?" he joked. She chuckled a bit. "I don't know about Rachael Ray, but I do try to cook to the best of my abilities." She admired her own work. If he were a human, he'd probably praise her on how delicious it smelled and how commercial it looked. He'd probably even be eager to taste it. Faith got out two plates and began to dish it up with a generous amount. She turned to him quickly and then turned back to watch what she was doing. "Do you drink?" If by drink, she meant alcohol, he never really tried it. "Nah, never tired it before." He said. "Would you?" she inquired. Once again, he thought whether or not he should entertain these human accommodations. It wouldn't hurt… "Sure," he said blankly. She grabbed two martini glasses and began adding several ingredients to it. She then mixed the ingredients swiftly and thoroughly and skewered an olive to a toothpick. She dropped it to the bottom of the glass and handed the glass to Seventeen, who watched intently on how focused and skillful she was. Wow, she must do this stuff for a living. He thought to himself. They walked into the living room and sat their plates on the coffee table in front of the couch. They both sat down on the comfy seat and got situated. Faith wasted no time to dig in to her plate. Seventeen looked at the food on his plate and stared at it for a moment. Was he really going to eat this? "The first step is to pick up the fork." Faith said jokingly while chewing her food in the side of her mouth. She giggled a bit at her joke. He shot a glance at her and then picked up the fork. He selected the cheesy pasta to sample first, and immediately after it entered his mouth, a trail of saliva ran down his mouth. He almost choked from embarrassment. Faith laughed hysterically at it. "Mouthwatering, huh?" "Actually, yes." He said, wiping his mouth and chewing the bulk in his mouth. He wasn't used to eating, so a delectable meal such as this one triggered his mouth to water. He then tried the beef and then sweet potatoes and found the whole meal very satisfying.

They finished the meal and were soon sipping on the homemade martinis. Seventeen found it had an acquired taste, and was even a little strong, but it was enjoyable. It seemed to relax his body a bit. This experience had done what he had hoped it would; take his mind off of his sister. Faith was sitting back relaxing while drinking her martini, and Seventeen took the olive out of the glass and ate it. "Would you like dessert?" she asked, thinking he would want something to top off the meal. "No, I'm fine. Just consider yourself lucky that I decided to try your meal" he said as he picked his teeth with the toothpick. She laughed at his remark and smiled, amused by his cockiness. It was getting to him a little how his rudeness didn't seem to get her down. It was almost as if nothing could ruin her mood, or she was used to him. He decided to play a little head game with her to see just how cheery she can be. He searched her appearance for something to comment on. Unfortunately, she was dressed in a simply, yet trendy fashion, and it would be hard to insult it. Her hair was pretty nice and so was her body. He looked at her face, and then a question popped into his head. "What are you?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere. "I'm human." She said tilting her head to the side, letting her hair fall off her shoulder to her arm. "That's not what I mean. When I look at you, I can't tell if you're White, Latino, Italian, ape… what are you?" he made himself clear. Faith rolled her eyes, still smiling and turned her body to face him. "I am African American," this surprised Seventeen because she didn't look a drop of it. She was a creamy peach complexion. "Scottish, and Native American." She finished. He just stared at her for a moment. "Wow." Was all he said. Okay so now she's a mutt. He thought to himself, smiling with a new insult. "Okay mutt, which way was the bathroom, again?" She looked at him blankly for a moment. Then she smiled and spoke. "Upstairs to the right." His smile faded. He got up and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Faith took care of the dishes.

Faith sure does love to cook! :) You get to find out more about this mysterious girl as the story goes on. She's very interesting and full of surprises.