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Trunks shut his eyes, unable to look into 18's one. Those icy blue eyes, that haunted his dreams, giving him feelings of fear, anger, despair, sadness… while they themselves remained emotionless. Suddenly Trunks felt a tinge of fear, knowing that his life was on the line. 18 could either just blast him to bits or slowly enjoy her time torturing him…

Goodbye Mom, goodbye Gohan, goodbye…Well, there wasn't anyone else he could bid his farewell to, seeing that he had no time to interact with other strangers due to his training. I will see you soon Dad… Trunks thought with a mixture of happiness and sadness as he waited for the inevitable pain he would be facing.

It was indeed very painful, just not the way Trunks imagined it to be.

Suddenly, Trunks felt a painful tug on his left ear, jerking his head to the left. He opened his eyes in shock and saw 18 glaring daggers at him while pulling his ear.

"I swear 17, can you stop being so immature JUST FOR A DAY?!" 18 practically yelled through gritted teeth (how she did it eluded Trunks) and she forcefully tug his ear again.

"OWOWOWOW I'M SORRY!" As Trunks apologized and attempted to have 18 released her merciless hold on his ear, it dawned to him that he was 17. It was because of 18's fearsome eyes that caused him to temporarily forgot his identity.

He felt 18 let go and immediately rubbed his poor tender ear, sighing in relief. He didn't think that an android could be capable of feeling pain.

"That's a first." Muttered 18 thoughtfully, stroking her chin with her hand.

"Huh?" Trunks looked at her blankly, not knowing what she meant. 18 frowned. "You never apologized before…" "Huh? Eh… I was just trying to get you to let go." Trunks smiled sheepishly while his mind was frantically hoping that 18 would buy it. To be honest, he was sincere when he apologized, though why to the killer of his father…he did not know.

18 waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever, just clean yourself up." She then turned her heels and ascended up the stairs. It was then did Trunks noticed her tightly fitted her pants were around the lovely curve of her as-

No! Stop thinking like that Trunks! She's the enemy! Trunks shook his head and try to clear the image out of his mind. Like what you see, pretty boy? The 'sub' 17 in his mind asked. You, shut the fuck up. Trunks growled mentally as he strolled around the living room.

There were wooden shelves nailed to the walls in the living room, on them were rows of photo lined neatly on them. Most of them showed the beautiful countryside with a sunset or sunrise (which he found amusing and charming, never being there before) or destroyed cities (he didn't even want to know how badly he wanted to wringed those

androids' neck). However, one photo stood out the most. Trunks gingerly took the photo down from the shelves and studied it.

It was a photo of the twins. The 2 of them were standing on a hill that overlooked a city, which was still intact, having not faced their wrath. 17 was goofing around, making a funny face; sticking out his tongue to the camera and cross-eyeing. His sister was standing just slightly in front of him and he took the opportunity to form a pair of rabbit ears behind her head, and 18 seemed oblivious to it. Seeing 17's action, it doesn't need a genius to understand 18's frustration with 17's playfulness a few minutes earlier.

18 contrasted 17 like black and white; she stood there, with her arms folded and her body tilting slightly to one side, as though she was leaning on something. She was smiling, not smirking darkly wherever Trunks and Gohan faced her, it was a genuine smile. It reminded of the famous painting Mona Lisa, her smile mirrored 18's precisely, a simple smile but at the same time enigmatic.

But what strike out the most to Trunks were her eyes. Instead of the cold hard stare that could chill the bravest man to his core, her eyes seemed to be softened and lively, devoid from any hatred or evil. And for the first time in his life, Trunks felt that they were beautiful, almost angelic.

This disturbed him greatly. All his life he also thought of the androids as killer machines with no emotion and feeling, yet what he was seeing contradicted what he was seeing. Could these machines actually have feelings? Is there more that meet the eye?

Troubled, Trunks placed the photo back to it original position and went up to the 2nd floor. As he passed by 18's room (with a sign that said "NO BOYS ALLOWED"), Trunks noticed that the door was ajar and sneakily peeked inside. What he saw astonished him. The walls were painted light pink and at one corner of the room stood a huge wardrobe that seemed to be bursting from being overloaded with clothes. At another corner of the room was a pink queen-sized bed with various stuffed toy animals on it, along with 18, who was currently laying back on her pillow reading a novel.

As Trunks moved away from this scene, a strange feeling came over him. He always thought that the androids wouldn't bother decorating their room, if they even had one, and that it would be as bare as fuck. But this suggested otherwise…

17's room wasn't as impressive as 18's, but it still had its charm. The walls were painted sky blue and a queen sized bed with similar color faced the window which overlook the city he lived in. Looking at it made him feel a wave of nostalgia; he missed his mom and Gohan already, even though they rejected him because of his appearance.

What stood out most was the massive collection of car models in the room. Talk about obsessive. Trunks had to treed his foot carefully in order not to step on his-17's precious models to reach the bathroom.

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After a refreshing shower, Trunks slipped into 17's usual outfit (that's all he had in his wardrobe) sans the bandana and black T –shirt. As he wearily trod to his bed., he suddenly thought of something. He would normally do it before getting to bed back home in Capsule Corp, but to do it with a life long nemesis…

Fuck it, Trunks thought as he walked out of his room and headed to 18's. Old habit die hard. Reaching her room, he poked his head through the doorway, observing that 18 was still focused on the book she was reading. Clearing his throat nervously, he said "Good night 18."

It was more like a buzz of a mosquito, but thanks to the android's acute sense of hearing, it had its desired effect. 18 looked up from her novel, startled but upon seeing 17, she relaxed. Trunks felt his heart thumping in his throat, certain she would tell him off or something. Instead she gave a curt smile before responding " Good night 17" and returning her attention back to her novel.

As Trunks lay on his new bed, in a new body, conflicting thoughts and emotion entered his already confused and feverish mind; questions about the androids and more importantly, how to return to his original body. But no answer turned up and before long, exhaustion took over and Trunks descended to a sleep filled with strange dreams, one which would give him more questions than answers…