A/N: Chapter 4 is here and the fun is not slowing down! After three chapters Eighteen has at long last pried herself from the beach and is on her way to meeting up with the boy she was sent back in time to protect. The blonde flying high in the skies above the continent there is now way she'll be able to dodge the oncoming plot! I pray you're ready for it because there is no way anyone will see what is coming today in this chapter of Gohan's Blonde Future!
Mount Paozu, Two Hours Later:
Even with the mighty winds that came with flying at the high speeds the android was going at, Eighteen still wasn't finding herself becoming distracted from her search through the new internal files the future Bulma had installed in her data banks, "Hmm...now there's another interesting one..." An image of the Gohan from her time standing beside a young man with bright violet hair appearing in her eyes, she felt her lips turning up in a frown, "...Strange...I fought them all the time and still I can't remember figuring out any of their weaknesses..." Dark pupil moving across the two smiling faces, it was fuzzy, but she could recall a little about them from when she was on the operating table in Capsule Corp., not that it was at all too pleasant.
"...No...nothing...that woman must have deleted all of my data on their fighting techniques and vulnerabilities..." Thinking even harder about it, Eighteen realized she probably had a pretty good reason; if for some reason the blonde decided to rebel against them she wouldn't be able to kill her last two protectors as easily as she would if she knew how they fought, "...Although...what about..." Small flashes of consciousness coming back to her, she had just barely been able to see through her closed eyelashes as the purple haired one...Trunks was his name, while he had tried looking up her skirt before getting yelled at by his Mom, "...If that's not a sign of a perverted little boy I don't know what is..."
Her blonde hair washing back across her face as she flew at high speed through the air, that answered the question at least of Trunks' weakness, even if she would sooner obliterate him than let him see her panties- "...Ugh...at least I had them on back then..." Cheeks lighting up pink when she felt the air flowing down between her large breasts and across her exposed mound, if he went for a look now it would be one he'd certainly never forget, "...But what about the important one...Gohan..." Closing her eyes to concentrate on those cloudy bits of memory from before her time travel, it was difficult to dig it back up, but passing through another cloud she finally found it!
The sensation of the cold table underneath her, magnetic hypo-gravatonic cuffs holding her arms down in case she regained consciousness before the reprogramming was completed, right after Trunks had been swatted away from peeping up her skirt, Gohan had leaned over her too, "...Oh, you incorrigible man you..." Her down turned pink lips forming up into a small smile, Eighteen viewed the tiny piece of footage she had of the man when last she'd seen him, his big dumb head looking up to make sure Bulma, she assumed, wasn't looking before staring down at her body, "...Heh...figures you would be that kind of guy..." That silly expression on the future persona of her protectee disappearing from her field of view, she made a point of not forgetting it, with how little she had on him at the moment even something as small as that could become useful down the line.
"...So the all important Son Gohan likes my big boobs, huh?..." Smirking as she brushed some wayward blonde hair out of her eyes and behind one ear, as much as it annoyed the life out of the girl, enough so that she used to kill men and women alike for so much as a glance at her figure, knowing that the future Gohan couldn't keep his eyes off of her meant that this mission of hers might not be as boring as she'd previously thought, "...Heheheh...Well at least if constantly protecting the guy gets boring I'll know a way to keep myself entertained..." Flicking her beautiful blue eyes down at her cleavage, glad now that the dress was so tight that it actually stayed on her during her flight, as funny as yelling at him for staring would be, she didn't want to put on a showsuch as the kinds Bulma had in the past...oh how humiliating that would be…
Directing her gaze straight ahead now, after a couple hours of flying across the ocean it hadn't taken more than fifteen minutes over land before the great mountains had arisen before her, "...Ah, there they are...so which one is Mount Paozu?..." Pressing one hand to the side of her head to keep her silky golden hair in check, she raked her eyes across the geography, matching it to different maps in her head. The largest mountain of the group standing up high enough to reach into the clouds appearing beneath her, she knew she had found the one, "...Yeah, that's it alright...talk about overcompensating..." Giggling a little more girlishly than her twin brother would have believed she did, the female android swooped down lower to get a better look at it, "...Although if that shower picture of Gohan is anything to go by maybe it's accurate..."
Increasing her speed just to get there a little faster than she was going to anyway, Eighteen felt a slight tugging at her maroon dress, the blonde quickly dumping her speed again, her bright blue eyes popping open in alarm, "...I thought I said I didn't want to put on a show?..." Talking more to her body than to anyone else, her cheeks darkening as she felt one round breast bounce out from underneath the top of her dress, cold air instantly pouring over her delicate pink pebble on top of it, "...Geez, if I ever had half as many wardrobe malfunctions running with Seventeen as I had today he'd of never let me forget it..." Closing her eyes while she pulled open the dress a little to let her right boob slip back inside before letting it snap over her skin again, she realized how long it had been since she'd seen her brother.
"...Strange...Seventeen left through the gate long before I did...so how come I haven't run into him yet?..." While the girl had no way of locating her twin brother by his energy signature or even via a beacon system, the complete and total lack of world ending destruction in this time was indication enough that he wasn't active, "...Either he's turned over a new leaf or he's found another unattractive girlfriend to keep him company..." Thinking over just how likely either one of those were though, somehow she even found herself doubting the latter to have happened although at the same time the former was about as probable as him being with a guy… Now that would be a wonderful little slice of karma for him if there ever was such a thing.
Shaking her head, as much as she would kill to get him back for all of his taunts at her body over the years that they'd been destroying the future, there was no point contorting reality, "...Well wherever he is it's fine as long as he's away from Gohan I guess..." Dropping her blonde bangs so that she could fix her other side so that it wasn't tickling her cheeks, Eighteen looked down, scanning for any sign of human habitation, "...I swear to Bulma though if he tells people I'm a Playdragon model again I'm shooting his balls off...Huh?..." The unmistakable feature of small white house sitting out in the middle of a vast field flashing as 'SON HOME' in her binocular vision, she smiled, it had been a long trip, but finally...she had arrived.
"...Great, it's about time I found this place!..." Slowing down to a halt several hundred feet above the rather pathetic excuse for a structure let alone a domicile, the android looked around for any signs of someone being home, "...What? Am I done running into people today after the bimbo on the beach?..." Letting her arms fly up above her, she gently descended through the air, making sure not to go too fast for reasons she was rather tired of thinking about. Two small, delicate white feet pressing into the soft green grass surrounding the house, even from ground level it seemed like she was still alone, "...Really?...That's how it's going to be, huh?..."
Planting her hands on her round hips, Eighteen started making her way to the front door of the house, her mind too focused on her primary objective of locating Gohan as she went towards the door to notice that there was someone else behind the back of the house. "...Because if it is, we're officially done with the nice routine for today..." Tucking some hair behind her ears as she held her right hand out in front of her, she smacked the door open with the greatest of ease, her pale feet carrying her onto the inviting wooden floors below her, "...Gohan! Are you here? I need to talk to you!..." She called out looking around the admittedly cute living room sprawled out around her, but still, after several seconds of waiting there was no reply.
Putting her hand back on her waist again as she started marching through the building, the blonde made a bee line straight for the largest room, "...Hmm, if he isn't out here then maybe he's still asleep..." Making her way past the one small room complete with a desk and enough books to fill a small library, she knew at least that couldn't be his room, Gohan was a grown man according to the pictures she had, "...If it's any indicator of his relation to his future self then he will be a night sleeper as well..." Staring straight ahead with a single minded determination that would have turned her brother's hair white if he had seen it in a clothing store, Eighteen walked into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her...just as the back one flew open.
"HEY! WHO THE HECK IS IN HERE!?..." Chi-Chi's thunderous roar echoed throughout the house as she knocked the back door down to the ground, her purple shoe holding it against the floor while she looked first one way and then the other to see who on Earth it was that had broken into her home, "...I know you're in here! You better stay away from my son!..." The particularly fired up woman cautiously navigating her way through her home, on guard in case the intruder jumped out at her at any turn, it wasn't long before she came across the front door...which even though she was not the one to go through it last...was also on the ground. The sounds of her hard feet rushing over to where her sacred home had been ransacked, meanwhile across the house, Eighteen was in her room.
The blonde registering the rather obnoxiously loud screeching coming from the other end of the building as soon as she had shut the door to her current room, she simply turned away, "No, that's not him; I can be sure of that much at least..." Digging through her data banks for a vocal chord match she quickly found one, and it was none other than the infamous Chi-Chi Son, the wife of Goku and mother to the man she needed to locate above all else, Gohan. "...Chi-Chi...well at the very least I'm in the right house...just have the wrong generation..." Her files indicated that despite her reputation for instilling fear into the hearts of all of the Z Fighters, the older woman was no threat to her, even if her wrath might endanger her protectee, "...Now if only I get past her without losing my clothes again my luck will be improving..." She sighed turning to look at a dresser to her left.
The sounds that came with Chi-Chi doing what she could to search out the intruder, in her mind possibly another of Piccolo's tiny demons hiding in a couch or something, ringing in her ears, Eighteen opened up the top drawer only to find, "...Well, I'll be damned if that's not a good sign..." Feeling a smile spread across her cheeks as she looked into the drawer, the whole thing full of various different kinds of, for some reason, solely white bras, "...It's not Gohan, but this should solve at least one of my probl-" Pausing when she pulled one of the silky garments out of the dresser, her hands holding it up in the air, Eighteen suddenly felt her face drop when she saw what the tags read, "...Or not..." The blonde said feeling the true weight of karma hitting her in this timeline for her future deeds.
"...Fuck!..." Tearing Chi-Chi's bra in half and tossing it up into the air, the small cups catching on the slowly rotating blades of the fan above her, as rare as it was for her to swear, even Eighteen was having a hard time not getting frustrated with her luck, or lack of it today, "...Finally a chance to keep from bouncing around as much and that's what I get?..." Looking down at the thirty two D tag she was still holding between her fingers after destroying one of Chi-Chi's favorite, if underused, bras. It was going to be one hell of a day for the Son woman to travel the seven hours it took to West City to replace it, but she didn't care, "...All because Goku couldn't get a a bigger woman?..." The thoughts of just how much easier a time she could have from now on if only the man she was originally created to kill had managed to follow his desires instead of getting married because of a promise, "...Your son likes big boobs; so why don't you?-"
Stopping as she felt her face flushing with a little more color than she would want to, the girl took a deep breath, the nice rolling heat from the house bringing welcome relief to her previously chilly body, "...Whatever..." Letting out a deep sigh while that tag floated down to the wooden panel floor beneath her, she knew that Gohan and Trunks' weaknesses aside, she really needed to work on getting her own under control, "...Heh...maybe without Seventeen around to bug me I'll finally get over it..." Spinning round to walk away from the dresser, she paused, gritting her teeth in anger as she felt the hard corner from the drawer digging into the middle of her left breast when she turned, "...Or...I can just kill all the men and be done with-"
Feeling a much sharper jolt of electricity shoot through her mind the moment she considered exterminating the male population, she steadied herself against the piece of furniture, gently reaching down to push it shut and off her sensitive globe, "...Ugh...that...that's never happened before..." Holding the side of her head, it wasn't horribly painful, but it was short and strong enough to knock her back to her senses, like a very strong static shock rather than the empty pain from when the banged her boob into the dresser corner, "...But maybe...could it be because I thought of killing..." An even stronger shock knocking her forward, she just barely managed to catch herself on the small table stand in front of her when she fell, her head throbbing for a few seconds before dispersing.
"...Okay...well that answers that question...I guess Bulma really wanted me to keep Gohan safe..." Making a point of avoiding even a glancing thought at any sort of pain coming towards the Son man, she set her knees down on the ground, balancing herself as she looked up through her hair at the picture sitting in front of her, "...Wait...is that...no...but it couldn't be..." Right in front of her eyes, through her shining blonde bangs was a small family photo, of Goku, Chi-Chi, and a...boy?… "...Hold on a second...isn't Gohan supposed to be a grown man?..." Running background checks on the age she was in, despite what she had earlier been lead to believe Gohan wasn't the muscular naked man in her picture from the future, instead…
Standing up so fast that had he been there Seventeen certainly would have made a joke about her knocking herself out when her huge boobs bounced up in her dress with her, "...N...No way he's..." Barely staying within the confines of Maron's skimpy outfit with how quickly she had moved, Eighteen could only stare out the window in shock, "...Ten!...He's ten years old right now?..." Sharp, feminine fingernails sinking into the table stand under her, she couldn't believe it! This whole time she had been trying to locate a brick house like his father was, when in fact she needed to find another punk kid! "...Geh...On the upside that takes out any chance of him hitting on me..." She said out loud, unconsciously making the adjustments to her dress to stay decent while she looked out the window, her eyes turning back down to the photo.
"...Maybe...but that doesn't mean I don't have to keep my guard up..." Examining the picture frame with her usual cold gaze, the one that had sent many a mortal screaming into incineration in the blink of an eye, "...Trunks wasn't that much older than him...but even he tried..." The memory of the little pervert trying to get an eyeful up her skirt as she lie there on the table flashing by, Eighteen noticed something, the family image sitting before her didn't have just three figures in it… "...Hey...how come I didn't see..." Looking closer than she had before, the blonde realized that held up next to the one she was meant to find was a fish...a really big freaking tuna, how on Earth she had overlooked it the first time she scanned the photograph she would never know! "...He likes to fish...the little brat actually enjoys going fishing..." Picking up the picture frame, she knew that had to be why he was out.
Recalling seeing a small pond connected to a stream on her way in over the mountains, if the kid in the picture really was Gohan...then that room she had walked by before...the piles of books...the desk...it was all his! "...Please let this be the end of this little hunt...I'm really getting tired of rushing around today..." Sighing more out of frustration at everything she had been through than any sort of exhaustion due to the limitless amounts of power coming from the dual reactors under her ribcage, Eighteen pushed open the bedroom window, "...And since I won't be needing this anymore..." Dropping the little family portrait onto the ground, the glass shattering into a thousand pieces when it impacted the floor, she hopped out the window, the stamping of feet bursting through the door right after she had departed.
Paozu Lake:
The sounds of Chi-Chi's angry screams carrying across the mountain tops further up the forested section of the mountain, in the moderately large pool of water connected to two flowing streams, a young man pulled himself up onto the water's edge. "Huh?...Is that Mom yelling about something again?..." Gohan asked the weary looking saber toothed tiger sleeping soundly a few yards from where he was sitting, the big cat waiting for just in case the boy caught a fish he considered too small to bring home, "...Yeah...I think that was her, alright..." He said, the animal not paying hi, any mind as it turned over to go back to sleep again.
Hauling himself up onto the grassy banks of the pond, he looked around, so far after about half an hour exploring the main area of the lake he hadn't found any of the giant fish he usually caught, "...Well, I guess I can take a break for a bit..." Glancing over his shoulder to give his old tiger nemesis a quick check to make sure he was behaving before going back to thinking, "...By the sounds of things she's pretty busy, which is okay because I think the fish might have gone through the tunnel again..." If that was the case he would be out there a whole lot longer than he had originally planned, swimming through the underwater systems was a pain, but he would do it if it meant some meat for dinner.
Standing up straight to squeeze some of the water out of his blue and white striped boxer shorts, suddenly for some reason he didn't feel alone anymore, "...Hmm...why did all of the birds go like that?..." Putting on his 'war face' as Mr. Piccolo had taught him during their three years of training after Mecha Freeza had made his arrival on Earth, the boy knew he had to be ready...the androids weren't supposed to appear yet, but he could never be sure, when it came to his life there always seemed to be an unexpected threat around the corner,"...Hello?… Is there anyone out here?!..." Spinning around in place while his keen eyes scanned the canopy above him for any signs of movement, things certainly seemed off, facing around to where the tiger had been, even he had skedaddled.
Now things were serious, "...Okay...I know you're there...Dad...Mr. Piccolo?..." The young man taking a quick gulp of air when no response came, there was always the alternative to either the androids appearing or one of his training partners sneaking up on him as some sort of advanced defense course...it could be… "...M...Mom?..." Tentatively calling out that last name, as much as he loved her with all his heart, there was never a good reason for why she would go through the trouble of trekking all the way out to the lake in the middle of the evening, "...I...I did all of my homework...even the bonus questions..." His vision starting to blur as he turned faster and faster around in place, he was just about feeling like he might keel over when suddenly he heard a voice!
"So this is where you've been hiding all this time..." A voice...not only that, a girl's voice sounding off behind him, it wasn't the rough, manly ones of either of his sparing mates, nor was it the high pitched screaming of his mother on another warpath...no this voice was strong, but feminine enough that even a deaf man would know it belonged to a woman, "...And here I thought you would be at home studying..." All the dizziness he had gained from spinning around trying to locate his new visitor leaving him the moment he came to halt, Gohan turned around, that fiery look staying with him up until he saw the threat...person...girl he was facing.
Even though it would be years, and quite a few world ending dramas, before he would enter the dating world at Orange Star High, Gohan couldn't help freezing the moment he saw her, "...You...y...you were looking...for me?..." Unable to keep himself from stammering, despite the high probability of danger he was in from this woman he wasn't even able to detect the power level of before she was behind him, Gohan couldn't look away from her...she was quite simply...beautiful… "...I...I don't know who...who you..." Dark half saiyan eyes trained on her own icy blue pair of orbs, she was just so easy on the eyes he failed to realize how long he stood there staring at her.
In all fairness Gohan had only met a few girls so far in his life, his Mom, Bulma, Mrs. Brief, and of course Krillin's ex girlfriend, Maron who had given him a kiss...but even still this girl...with the light golden hair, she was the only one that had made him pause. "...Damn, are you okay over there?..." She asked him, that lovely voice of hers creeping up out of no where again, his gaze centering on her pink pair of lips opening and closing, "...Heheheh! I think this is a record for how long a guy's looked me in the eye at this point!..." The boy finally starting to focus on what she was saying, it wasn't until it registered in his brain that he thought about doing the opposite.
The blonde brushing some hair behind her ear while he stared at her, it was only when his eyes dropped a little bit that his cheeks suddenly lit up a bright shade of red, "...And there it goes..." Giggling more to herself than anything else, Eighteen knew she was going to have some fun but not this much messing with the brat, "...One look and you're red; that certainly answers that question..." Her bare feet moving towards him now as she closed the distance between them, she saw him step back with her, the curious face she remembered on his future self as he tried to get a closer look at her chest reappearing when he blushed at her body.
Retreating towards the water the closer the strange woman got to him, Gohan quickly felt the back of his left heel sink into the water, his head shooting back up from the ground to meet her eyes, "...Hey! Don't tease me!..." The boy barked at her, Eighteen actually stopping in her tracks when she heard him, more surprised than threatened at how firmly he had told her off, he a ten year old yelling at her, the last one that had done that in the future, well...no need to think about that, "...Now I don't know who you are, but you're going to tell me right now..." That scowl of his returning in full now that he had pulled himself together from his earlier fear, the Son boy may have doubted how well he'd do against her if she really was one of the bad androids, but even still he would sure put up a fight!
Standing there, Eighteen furrowed her eyebrows, a small sigh leaving her lips as she closed her eyes, reopening them when she looked at him, "...It's okay, Gohan...Don't freak yourself out..." The blonde swishing her golden bangs out of her eyes, she smiled, a smile more warm and friendly than the boy had seen in three years of training and homework from someone, "...I'm Eighteen...and I came from the future to protect you..." The girl's words hanging in the air like the curtain to a new saga in his life being lifted, everything seemed to pause, the small smile on the blonde's lips somehow making what she'd said sink in that much easier.
The birds at long last returning to chirping and calling in the trees above the duo, in the span of five minutes it seemed like Gohan's entire life had been turned upside down with the introduction of the fifth girl he'd ever met being the cause of it all, "...So let me get this straight...you're not one of the androids that guy from the future told us about?..." The Son kid asked sitting down, his hand on one upright knee while his new friend leaned against a large tree a couple feet in front of him, making sure to keep the skirt of her dress down and away from prying eyes, "...If so then why do you need to find me?..." His eyes watching her as she adjusted herself a little, moving her arm away from a pricking branch the whole time she seemed obsessed with making sure the short outfit she was wearing stayed where she wanted it to be.
"...I am an android...well technically a cybernetically enhanced human reprogrammed by the future Bulma to make sure you survive..." Crossing her bare arms over her chest, maybe it was a good thing after all that he was still a boy, it was a hell of a lot easier than having to pull a man along, plus there was no chance of him trying to get a date out of her the entire time they were together, "...Hang on...you're saying that a man came back in time as well?..." Arching one blonde eyebrow as she looked down at him, she couldn't believe it, after all that fuss with sending her back through the clothes stripping time gate, the humans had decided to send someone else back and save everyone anyway?...
Black spiky hair moving up and down while he stood to his feet, Gohan nodded, "...Yeah, a man with purple hair came back three years ago to warn us about the androids coming..." Looking back over his shoulder for a moment as if he had felt another energy source reasonably close by, he turned back to her, "...Then he got back into his time machine and left again...we haven't seen him since..." Running his eyes across the trees again, Gohan didn't notice until the reply from Eighteen had been overdo the reason why she hadn't said anything in a while. The boy bracing himself a little when he saw her hands balling up into fists, he had no idea why, but for some reason the blonde looked like she was absolutely furious.
"...He...He used a time...machine to come back?..." She stammered, shiny white teeth gritting together while she stood up straight, her back leaving the tree when her arms fell back down to her sides, shaking against the skirt of her dress, "...That...that little pervert sent me back in time naked and he had a TIME MACHINE?!..." Oh, she was was pissed off now! Those beautiful icy blue eyes Gohan had been trapped in earlier burning with the hot fiery flames of hell, she would get him for this...oh she would pay him back for putting her through all the bullshit she'd gone through just trying to find some clothes. But while she stayed perfectly rigid, her straight arms struggling to hold back the energy blasts she wanted so badly to fire off in all directions, Gohan couldn't help his eyes dropping down to her two huge quivering…
A red tint covering her normally colorful field of vision, the words 'WARNING! WARNING!' kept flashing across her pupils, her anger increasing the longer she thought about it. Eighteen just about to just incinerate a tree or something to vent, she happened to glance back over at the boy, his face contorted into a blank gaze as he stared dumbstruck at her big boobs jiggling around in her dress, "Ugh! And there we go again!..." Snapping half at life itself and half at Bulma for the boy's action, she didn't blame him for gawking at her, he didn't seem the lecherous sort right now...and even if he was...she didn't want to get zapped again for trying to swat him for it! Her vision returning to normal again, she saw him now standing there quaking in his boxers instead of ogling her because of the blonde's angry outburst. Seeing that, Eighteen let out a deep breath, her head still swimming with stress from the day, she put on a smile for the boy.
"...Heh...don't worry about it, kid..." She said letting the last of her anger dissipate for the time being, after all if Trunks indeed had a time machine, at some point he would be back...and when he was she would have a little chat with him about that time gate...and trying to look up her skirt… "...Just a bad memory...our buddy from the future just owes me a question is all..." Watching as he too seemed to relax, even Eighteen felt a smile tugging at her face when he went straight back to looking at her eyes like nothing had happened, "...Anyway...the androids in your time...here...are very bad...and they are still coming..." She said a little more serious now, the air cleared up between them, the Son kid's face still holding a small amount of concern though, "...But that's why I'm here, Gohan...to make sure you get through it..."
That friendly reassuring smile spreading across her pretty pink lips again, Gohan could feel the emotion flowing through her remarkably caring pale features, even if she was an android, there was no replicating a true smile, "...If you say so..." The young man, at long last feeling secure enough around the woman to lower his guard, whatever that would matter if she was really lying, still he doubted it, "...But if you ask me, you're too beautiful to be an android..." His words stopping her right as she was about to reply, she paused, Gohan holding his hand out towards her, and unlike the many she had snapped off before they had done as they pleased, this one, wanted to shake her hand, "...I believe you, Eighteen...I don't think you would hurt me even if you wanted too..."
The blonde rolling her eyes at that last thing he said, she wanted to tell him just how right he was, but figured she may as well keep that information under wraps for the time being, just in case, "...I'm glad, kid..." She replied as the pair turned to make their way back to the Son home, the sun beginning to set and bringing to an end any chance at catching fish until the next day came, not that there was a single thought of fish in the boy's mind now, "...Just stick by me and you won't have anything to worry about..." Her long legs carrying her along a little faster than his did, Gohan had to dash along to keep up with her, amazed more with the ease with which she moved so quickly than anything else.
Feeling a smile of his own growing on his lips when he looked up at her, that skimpy maroon colored dress she was wearing tugging at something in his memory, it suddenly hit him just where he had seen it before, "...Hey, I know that dress...it belongs to a girl named Maron..." Gohan said looking her over, yeah there was no mistaking it, that was the same dress alright, it even had the same small stain on the waist section where Roshi had spilled tanning oil on it trying to put it on the bluenette during one of his many tripping accidents, "...Did you get it from her?..." A small silence passing between them, the blonde flicked her eyes down at him, seeing the way he was staring at her expecting an answer, so she nodded.
"...I met her on the beach before flying over here because I needed some clothes to wear..." She said simply, not showing a lot of emotion in her voice while they continued to walk along, the sight of the Son home beginning to appear over the horizon in the adjacent field, "...So I took it from her and put it on..." For once in her life the guy she was essentially hanging out caring more about what she was actually wearing thanpointing out how much her boobs were bouncing in it as she walked, Eighteen was suddenly feeling a lot less on edge as well… 'Maybe this kid is a good guy after all...' She thought to herself, at the very least he wasn't an asshole like her twin brother was, what did it matter if he was a kid still, at least he was respectful.
Black eyebrows furrowing when Gohan heard her answer though, as much as he was starting to take a liking to his new bodyguard friend, one thing the boy was raised to never tolerate was theft, "...What?... You can't just steal things from people...that's wrong!..." Eighteen's blue eyes turning back down to meet his, she could tell that he wasn't fuming angry, but it certainly didn't rub him the right way that she'd done that, no matter how bad the straits she'd been in, "...Why would you take her dress like that?..." Gohan pushed on, keeping his stare locked on her eyes even as she turned to look away from him, a curtain of shiny blonde hair being tucked back behind her ear as she answered him, her expression as serious as it had ever been.
"...Because she's a bitch."
A/N: Whoa! Shots fired! As much as I am a big fan of Maron, there's been a few reasons shown why Eighteen wouldn't be though, and that's not even including after 18 married Krillin in canon. So heart's out to her, but when it comes to how she interacts with other women, the girl doesn't seem to get she won't always have someone to protect her large ass in the end. I know things are not moving at the fastest pace in the story so far, but it is coming along very organically, almost as if it is writing itself. Many of the things that happen were not at all planned out, instead they just happened. I am still debating changing up chapter 2 for the purpose of bringing it in line with the rest of the story, the first chapter went off so well, and then the second one is like an ecchi roadblock in a way, perhaps give me your thoughts on that?
Still aiming for action as well as humor leading the way in this fic with fan service coming in behind them, still more in these opening chapters just because of the trouble of getting Eighteen some decent clothes quickly. I can't just have someone with that perfect outfit appear out of no where and settle it for good, as easier as that would be. There is already a great deal planned out as should be evident on my profile with plenty of action, which I have been putting a lot of effort into getting good at writing. As previously stated I've been getting as much done for this story as I can to ensure a steady flow of updates for it along with other stories both entirely of my own design as well as custom made paid stories for clients. So far I am up to chapter 11 and am working on finishing up 12, not spoiling anything, but there I am very proud of how it is all coming along!
Lastly I asked you all a couple weeks ago what show you would most like to see me write a fanfic about, closing the poll yesterday really I should have seen the result coming. It was more or less a three way tie between One piece, Bleach, and Highschool DxD with the former having one more vote than the other two, while everything else had half as much as they did. Since it was as close as it was and I don't want to ignore two thirds of a virtual tie this next poll will be more broad. I'm taking some of the most popular, or at least to me well-known girls from each of those three series and asking, 'Which of These Girls Should I Write a Oneshot About?" And that is exactly what I am saying it is, a one shot fic of undetermined length and centering on that character. Of course it is going to be an ecchi one shot, but apart from that I won't have any idea until I actually have a winner and go to write it. So head on over to my profile where you have TWO vote each for this one, so make it count! And as always if you enjoyed this chapter or there was anything in it that caught your fancy please care to leave me a REVIEW!So that I can have some feedback for all this work, thank you and see ya next time!