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.
A/N: I know what some of you will say or have already said-"Hey, Marron wasn't even born when Trunks was a baby!" I know this, but I've tweaked history just a bit (okay, a lot). I wanted Marron to be older than Trunks to fit what I had in mind later in the story. This is some of the age rearranging referred to in the summary.
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Chapter 3
Krillin tossed a foam football toward Marron for about the 57,986th time, and caught it for the 57,597th time, then threw it for the 57,597th time. They had been playing together outside on their secluded island all day long since Eighteen left to tend to her sick brother.
"Here Daddy!"
"Sweetie, don't you think we should play something else now?" asked the girl's dad, having grown phenomenally bored with catch
"Oh...Daddy, I'm hungry. When's Mommy coming home to cook?"
"I'm not sure princess. I guess she's still taking care of Uncle Seventeen."
"I hope Uncle Sevvie is okay." Marron said with the genuine concern of a child who adored her only uncle
"Ah, he'll be okay. Your uncle's tough, just like Mommy."
Only a few moments later, Krillin noticed something in the sunset decorated horizon. It was a flying figure fast approaching the island.
"Looks like Mommy's home now Marron."
"Mommy!"
Sure enough, Eighteen quickly made it to the island and landed right before her husband and daughter.
"There you are. What took you so long Eighteen?"
"I'm sorry I'm so late. I had to take Seventeen to Bulma's so she could examine him. It turns out he has the flu."
"Man, that stinks. But he'll be fine won't he?"
"Bulma thinks so. He only needs to rest is what she says."
"Oh, well he'll get plenty of rest in that cabin of his, that's for sure."
"He's not at his cabin. He's still at Capsule Corp. Bulma said he'd need to be monitored, but I couldn't stay at his cabin with him for days on end, and I couldn't bring him here either." Eighteen explained, gesturing toward Marron with her head
"Aw, I wanted to see Uncle Sevvie." Marron whined
"You'll see Uncle Sevvie soon enough sweetheart, as soon as he's well." Eighteen assured her child, patting her on her pigtailed hair.
"Hey, Eighteen?" Krillin called, nodding his head in the opposite direction of Marron.
Eighteen went with Krillin a few feet away from their daughter for a hush-hush talk.
"You don't seem so keen on your brother being at Capsule Corp."
"Um..."
Krillin could always tell when something was bothering his wife. Over time, he'd learned to read her face and could tell when something was off, try as she may to disguise it.
"It's just that, um..."
"Out with it Eighteen."
"Okay, okay...I highly suspect that my brother is into Bulma."
"Gahh! What!?"
"You heard me...He had his eyes all over her when she was examining him, and when she left the room his eyes might as well have been attached to her ass."
"Wow...I knew Seventeen was a playboy, but Bulma? She's so much older than him it's not even funny."
"But, she looks amazing for her age."
"You got that right. She's still a total babe."
"Excuse you?"
"Oh, uh, I was just saying she still looks pretty good for her age. Ahahaha." Krillin nervously chuckled.
"So, I suppose she's more attractive to you than I am?" Eighteen asked, staring a hole straight through Krillin
Eighteen absolutely loved messing with Krillin like this. He was so cute when he scrambled to appease her ego.
"Ah, no! No way! Nobody's more attractive than you honey!"
"Hmph." Eighteen snorted, all the while laughing herself silly on the inside
"I mean it babe. You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Krillin stated, nervously rubbing the back of his head
The gorgeous android smirked and tucked a few loose strands of chin-length blonde hair behind her ear.
"I'll accept that." she told Krillin in a tone that implied satisfaction
"Mommy, can we have dinner now?" Marron called out
"Darn it. I forgot about making dinner."
"Yeah, you sorta did there honey." Krillin said, rubbing his stomach
"You know, you are too reliant on me doing all the cooking. It wouldn't kill you to cook for a change."
"Aw come on Eighteen. I don't know a spatula from a cheese grater. Besides, I'm married to the best cook in the world. No need for me to make a mockery of the kitchen, right?"
"You could at least try."
"Nah. I only wanna eat your food. It's the best."
A slight blush became present on his bride's face.
"I am pretty damn good, aren't I?" Eighteen bragged
"You're the best."
"You keep flattering me and you just may get lucky tonight."
"I seem to recall getting lucky every night." Krillin noted with a wink and a nudge
"Okay, now you sound as piggish as my brother." Eighteen said and rolled her eyes as the two walked back to the house with their little girl.
Krillin imitated a pig's oinking, which coaxed a giggle out of his wife.
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"Knock, knock!"
Seventeen was jolted out of his sleep by a scathingly cheerful voice.
"Yoo-hoo, Mr. Android! It's time for some din-din!" Mrs. Briefs sang, bearing a tray of food.
Who the heck is that?
Seventeen sat upright to see who had burst in on him. He saw a perky-looking lady with blond hair and a physique that reminded him of Bulma's.
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with you ma'am."
"I'm Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mother. She said you may be hungry by now so I whipped you up some nummy-nummy for your tummy-tummy." Mrs. Briefs explained in an annoyingly syrupy tone.
"Thank you, Mrs. Briefs."
"You're oh so welcome young man. Now eat up. You need to keep your strength up you know."
Seventeen observed the meal he had been offered; Chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers, and a glass of orange juice. He began to eat and found that the soup wasn't bad at all. In fact, it reminded him of Eighteen's soup and her cooking in general. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he missed having his sister living with him.
"I hope you're feeling better sweetie pie."
"Yes ma'am, I am."
Seventeen continued eating, with Mrs. Briefs still watching.
What the hell is she staring at me for? Wait a minute, she hasn't even opened her eyes the whole time she's been here. How the hell does she see with her eyes squeezed shut like that?
"Mrs. Briefs, if you don't mind I would greatly appreciate a little privacy."
"Oh, oh. My mistake Mr. Android. Enjoy your meal." sang Mrs. Briefs as she danced out of the room.
"...Hmm. Bulma's mother sure is weird...But at least she has a mother. A mother she can remember."
Having finished his meal, Seventeen sat the tray and it's contents aside and laid back down. He wished that Bulma would come back to check on him.
"Bulma..." thought the cyborg as he closed his eyes and wandered into his reveries.