Author's Notes- Hey guys! Got another chapter here. So last time you met the co-star of this fic. I hope I got her in character, as I based her characterization on what I saw in the History of Trunks special. Enjoy!

I don't own any of the characters or anything, except for my OC's.

Cut: Super Saiyan

Chapter 4- Submission

You know, when you transform into a legendary Super Saiyan, being beaten up, almost killed, and taken hostage most likely to be humiliated is the kind of experience you would think you'd never have to worry about again. But as Eighteen carried/guided me to her and Seventeen's hideout, with her hand over my eyes, that was the exact situation I found myself in. She said she didn't have any blindfolds handy, and I guess she didn't want me to see how to get to where she was taking me on my own. Or more likely she didn't want me to know which way to go to escape. Either way, I had learned quite painfully to obey her. I hesitated to cooperate with her whole blinding me thing, and the next thing I knew, her knee slammed into my groin and my stomach was killing me.

I knew most Saiyans wouldn't have survived this. Most Saiyans had too much pride to ever submit to an enemy. But those were the type to start wars for nothing, because fighting is in the nature of a Saiyan. But of course I knew how to channel that while respecting those around me, which got me used to being humble. Hence the only reason I could stand to be in a position like this. Not that I was okay with it, though.

When we arrived to their living quarters, Eighteen removed her hand from my eyes and shoved me through the door. I tried to look for the nearest bathroom but she grabbed my arm in an iron grip.

"Where do you think you're going, space boy?" she growled.

"I need medical attention, or haven't you noticed I'm bleeding?" I said to her, frustrated.

"Oh please, your cuts aren't that bad. Get back here." she scoffed.

"I would think someone as particular as you wouldn't want me bleeding all over the furniture." I said to her. She heaved a big sigh.

"Fine. Go wash up, but if you even think about trying to escape, you'll be sorry."

So I made my way to the bathroom. It had a decent sized shower as well as a sink. I took off my clothes. I had quite a few cuts. One on my stomach, one on my lip, one on my back where my armor was, and one on both knees. I took a moment to consider something. I hadn't mentioned my name to either of the androids, but doing so was asking to be the butt of lots of their jokes.

I got into the shower and turned on the water. Once it got to the right temperature, I stepped in to let the hot water wash over me.

"Yahhhhhhhhhh!"

The hot water stung my cuts painfully. I quickly adjusted the temperature so that the water was completely room temperature. It still stung, but it was at least tolerable. Afterwards I found some towels, and used them to stop the slight bleeding that my stomach was still doing.

I realized that I didn't have any clothes to put on besides the ones that I had on earlier. The armor was broken and some of it was still stained with blood. Shoot! I had no choice but to put them back on. I used the water to rinse the blood stains out as best I could, but some stains remained. As I was waiting for the damp spots where I had rinsed it to dry, a sudden loud knock startled me.

"What, did you die in there?" I heard Eighteen's voice from behind the door.

"I-I'll be out in a minute." I responded.

"Hurry up or I'm coming in there. And I better not find out you're in there touching yourself!"

"Wha- How am I supposed to clean myself up without even-"

"Just get out here!" She cut me off, annoyed that her implication went over my head. Or so she thought. I actually just decided not to entertain her.

I scrambled to put the clothes back on and hurried out of the bathroom. She had an annoyed look on her face.

"Finally. Come on." She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the living room couch. Seventeen was there too, on the other couch. He must have arrived while I was in the bathroom. I still could feel Gohan's energy, so I knew Seventeen hadn't killed him.

"What is he doing here?" the dark haired male snapped defensively.

"He's my pet." Eighteen responded.

"He has blood stains on his clothes. But then, what else could be expected from a guy whose name is Cut?" he chuckled.

And there it is. I knew that was coming.

"You're a riot, Seventeen." she said sarcastically.

"Anyway, enjoy your stay." he said in a kind of creepy voice. His sister turned to look at me.

"Go get me the remote!" she barked. I got up to retrieve the remote. It looks like they had a television in this room. On most planets, not too many people had them. It wasn't uncommon for inhabitants of planets I've stayed on to never have even seen a television before. I have though, because I saved a few planets from invaders and was thus treated to a few luxuries.

"And while you're at it, go get my-" Seventeen started to tell me as I approached the remote, but he was cut off by his sister.

"No, don't get him anything! Just get me the remote."

"What? Why does he get you stuff but he can't get me stuff?" Seventeen demanded.

"He's my pet. I found him. He only does things for me. You could've had one too. It's not my fault you let Gohan get away." she said.

I chuckled, trying not to laugh too loudly. Monsters that terrorized the planet, bickering like this? It was too much.

"Something funny, space boy?" Eighteen chastised me. I flinched.

"No, no. I was just... coughing-"

"Get me the remote and sit back down!"

So I did. She turned on the news and they mostly watched coverage of their rampage throughout Ginger town. They made fun of the news guy and all of the others that appeared on screen for the next couple of hours.

"Hey sis, let's go rob a convenience store for fun." Seventeen suggested.

"Fine." she responded. She turned to me. "You're coming too."

I was hoping she didn't think to bring me, then I'd have the opportunity to escape. But I got up and followed them outside.

After a good twenty minutes of arguing about what store to rob, they finally settled on one. When we got there, Seventeen broke through the glass doors and the twins entered. I was getting a little uncomfortable with being seen with these two destructive people. I wasn't going to be in good standing with the inhabitants of Earth if this kept up. To make myself not look so bad, I hustled some of the customers out of the store and to safety while the two were busy intimidating the owner of the store at the register.

"Here, take the lottery tickets. Just don't hurt me!" the owner wailed.

"We better win some money, or else." Seventeen said.

Seventeen picked up a coin that was sitting on the counter and scratched the ticktes.

"I didn't win anything. Too bad for you." And with that, Seventeen pulled out a gun and shot the store owner in the head.

I wasn't able to save that man, but since he was dead and the customers were all cleared out of the store, he probably wouldn't mind if I took a few things. I grabbed a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, a couple boxes of snack bars, and a bag from behind the register. My captors hadn't given me anything to eat. They looked back at me just as I was approaching, and then the three of us flew out of the store.

Eighteen noticed a clothing store as we were flying and insisted that we stop at it. Seventeen groaned but agreed. I was thinking that it might be convenient for me too, as I needed a change of clothes. But to my dismay, it was a store that sold exclusively women's clothes. She went in while Seventeen and I waited outside. He wasn't going to let me run, but there was a resteraunt next door. I walked towards it.

"Hey!" I turned around at Seventeen's shout. "Sorry, but Eighteen would kill me if I let you run away."

"I just wanted to get some dinner." I informed him, pointing to the resteraunt. He shrugged.

"Okay."

I entered the place, not knowing how I'd get a meal with no currency.

"May I help you?" a man asked me, presumeably an employee.

"Listen, the androids are right next door." I told him.

He leaned over to look out the window and spotted Seventeen looking bored just outside. His eyes went wide.

"I can keep them from coming in here, don't panic." I continued. "I only ask in return that you provide me with a meal."

"Yes, of course!" he eagerly agreed.

I sat down at one of the booths and they gave me a hearty meal on the house. Luckily, neither of the androids stormed into the place while I was eating. When I came back outside, Seventeen was still waiting for his sister to finish 'shopping'. And by shopping I mean stealing, as I doubt that they have any currency either.

As I waited, a strange sensation came over me, like the one the night before I left for Earth. I was having another vision.

In the vision, I could see both androids firing full power energy waves downwards. Their faces were twisted in demented glee. Then I could see what they were firing at: Gohan. His own face a mixture of horror, despair, and hopelessness as the force of the blasts engulfed him. Then I could see his lifeless body lyng on the ground. And standing over his body was the purple haired Saiyan that I had seen only briefly (no pun intended), Trunks, screaming in rage and agony, tears streaming down his face. Just before the vision ended, I saw his hair turn golden.

The next thing I knew, I was back outside the clothing store, Seventeen still leaning against it with a passive expression on his face.

Was that what would happen if I disobeyed them? I did not want that to happen to Gohan. If I knew what would lead to that outcome, I would work to prevent it. If I saw him alive again, I would stay with him and make sure he didn't suffer such a horrible fate.

About ten minutes later, she came out holding a huge pile of clothes. She couldn't really do much while holding those, so we just went back to their living quarters after that. I got up and started into the hall to look for a bedroom to sleep in. I was sure there were more than two rooms so it shouldn't have been a problem. But before I could get to the hall, Eighteen appeared in front of me.

"Did I tell you that you could go somewhere?" she demanded.

"I'm very tired, so I was trying to find a bedroom." I said. She sighed loudly and rudely, and then grabbed my arm and dragged me to a room.

The room had a bunch of pictures of her wearing different outfits on the walls, and some of her destroying cities. This was her room.

"You sleep on the floor." she said. Of course she wouldn't let me have my own room, and I knew why.

"You're really invested in this whole 'keeping me prisoner' thing, aren't you?" I said to her in an annoyed tone. I was getting a little tired of her.

"I could just kill you." she said.

"You know, your constant nastiness is extremely annoying!" I declared.

"Yea, so?"

I didn't say anything in response. I just decided to lie down on the floor until I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Eighteen had the television on in her room. Yes, her room had a television too. I managed to get to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and shower without her giving me a hard time about it. Once again, I was forced to put on the same clothes I had on earlier.

I headed downstairs and opened the kitchen cabinets, all of them. Oddly enough, I never found what I was looking for. Eighteen came in while I had my back turned.

"What are you doing?" she asked me.

"You guys don't have any food?!"

"My brother and I don't need to eat, so no."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? I need food!"

She just shrugged and walked out of the room, so I just got a few of the snack bars I got from the convenience store and ate them, they'd have to do for now.

A few minutes after I finished the snack bars, I was still in the kitchen when she suddenly came into the room and walked over to me, a look of concern on her face.

"Hey, are you still hurt?" she asked. It almost sounded like she was worried about me.

"Yes, actually. But it's not too bad." I assured her.

"Let me see." She lifted my shirt slightly and pressed a hand to the spot on my stomach where a slash from the edge of my armor was. I blushed, as the sensation of her hand on my stomach gave me a warm, unexplainable feeling.

She took her hand away, gave me a weird smile that looked more like an evil smirk, and walked out of the room. What was that about? Her sudden change of mood had unnerved me a little, as had the warm feeling I felt a second ago. Before I could dwell on either of those for long, my stomach growled. The snack bars hadn't done much for me and I was still hungry.

Luckily, Seventeen started complaining about being bored within the hour, so we all ended up going out. I did the same thing I'd done the previous night. My captors decided to terrorize people on the streets without blowing up huge buildings. Meanwhile, I managed to slip into a resteraunt and get the customers out the back door to safety, while politely requesting a meal from the staff.

This time, Eighteen walked in as I was eating, but I explained to her the deal I made, and she just stood and waited for me to finish. She had a thing about doing what she said she would do (I guess it still worked even though technically it was me who said it), so she spared the resteraunt staff.

We stopped at yet another clothing store, another one that exclusively sold women's clothes. Eighteen killed the owner of this store because they had nothing she liked. When we got back to their living quarters, she pulled me aside.

"My room. Now."

I didn't know what she wanted. I was worried she was about to yell at me for sneaking into the resteraunt. As I reached her room, she gave me yet another order.

"Sit right there and don't move." She pointed at her bed.

I sat on her bed and she went into her wardrobe. It was big enough for her to walk into and even change in. After a while, she came out with a new outfit on. She now sported a sleeveless white blouse and matching white jeans, and she had ditched her boots for some flat slip on shoes. She did a little twirl on one foot.

"How do I look?" she asked me. I couldn't help but blush.

"Actually, you look... beautiful." I answered. It was true.

She smiled and then went back into her wardrobe. After a few minutes she came out again, this time with a simpler outfit. This consisted of blue jeans and a shirt with a white torso and sky blue sleeves. She had on the same shoes that she had on last time. She did another twirl.

"I like it. The sleeves match your eyes." I said. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

She smiled and went back into her wardrobe again. When she came out this time, she had on a one piece suit that was a black short sleeved shirt and a skirt. I didn't know what exactly to call it, as no woman on any planet I'd been to had ever sported such a garment. But it didn't look that good on her. She did her twirl.

"Um... this one doesn't look that nice. The skirt looks a little too tight." I told her honestly. She gave me a death glare.

"What?!" she spat.

"Oh wait... I have to always say you look good? But that defeats the whole purpose of getting feedback. I'd only be saying it because you made me!"

"Yea, so?"

I couldn't help myself. I fell backwards onto the bed in hysterical laughter. I knew there was a very good chance that she would kill me in the next five seconds, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I looked up after a while, and she was just standing there with an unamused, angry expression on her face. I struggled not to laugh even harder.

"Get out!" she screamed.

"Gladly!" I sang, and bolted out of the room and towards the front door. But she appeared in front of me before I could escape.

"I meant out of my room, you idiot! I wasn't letting you go!"

Shoot.

When I was ready for bed that night, Eighteen allowed me to get one of the other rooms. She didn't seem to want to hover over me as much anymore, for which I was grateful.

For about five days, that trend continued. They would go out and terrorize civilians, and I would slip into a food venue to get a meal. So far the androids have destroyed none of the places I ate at, to my delight. They watched news coverage of their mayhem, which now occurred after the fact, as news and authorities weren't alerted as fast when entire buildings weren't going down. My guess was that they were having too much fun with me and didn't want to attract Gohan's attention. Or at least Eighteen was, I hardly talked to Seventeen. So they kept their rampages smaller and less detectable.

But on the sixth day, well, some stuff went down.

My captors were on their way to cause mayhem with me being forced to accompany them, as usual. I was starting to scope out what restaraunt I wanted to save and eat at when Eighteen suddenly called to me.

"Hey space boy." I spun around to face her. She wore a devious smirk as she continued.

"Today's your lucky day. You're going to get to have fun with us." She pointed to a large structure that was close to us. "You see that building right there?"

"Yes." I answered. I was getting nervous about what she was going to say.

"I want you to blow it up."

"W-what?" I stammered. She disappeared and reappeared directly behind me. I couldn't see her, but I knew she had her palm raised.

"You heard me. You said you'd do anything I say, right? So do it, or I might have to rethink my decision to let you live." Her voice was chilling and merciless.

I didn't consider myself to be a goody two shoes in the least. I had taken lives before, ones that I could have spared. But those people had all willingly given me trouble. Throughout my entire life, I had never once taken the life of an individual who hadn't willingly and deliberately started a fight with me. And all through these past five days of being held hostage by this woman, it never occurred to me that she would try to force me to do that today. I also thought that I would never have any problem doing that. Taking a life even if the person did nothing to me. But the people I've come to respect have influenced me. What would Nomu think if I did this? What would Gohan think? I may not have known him for very long, but I knew he was a warrior of morality, just like Nomu. Taking innocent lives would never be okay in his book, even if I was only doing it to save my own.

But my main goal was to survive. And sometimes that meant making hard decisions. Sometimes surviving doesn't mean helping the good guys.

I closed my eyes. Thought for a moment. And made my decision. I transformed into my Super Saiyan state.

I charged a ki blast in my right hand. Then I swung my elbow backwards into Eighteen, making sure it caught her in the face. In the same motion, I floated into the air, whirled around, and fired the blast directly at her. I ascended higher into the air, firing several more blasts in her direction before spinning around and taking off at full speed. As I heard her furious shouts in the distance, I wondered if I would make it out of this alive.

Author's Notes- Okay, so that's the end of chapter 4. If you were looking for romance, just hang on. It's coming, just not as quickly as it might have looked like. In case any of those clothing combinations are pattented, I don't own them. I picked three I found just by using Google. I hope you guys liked this chapter, and the next one is going to be very exciting! Reviews are appreciated, and stay tuned!

Next time: Cut is being hunted by the enraged android. Can he escape, and what of his vision of Gohan's death?