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17 was livid with anger.

He was currently strapped onto a metal chair which seemed a hundred times stronger than steel. There were metal arm locks which held each of his hand firmly onto the armrest of the chair and leg locks which restricted the movement of his legs by bounding them to chair's legs.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he would break free of the locks as easily as crushing a piece of paper and scoffed at the pathetic attempt to hold him. However, the situation at hand was far from normal. First, his body, if it was even his body, felt piteously weak. Well, not as weak as a human, thank Kami for that. Comparing this body to a human is like putting an ant beside a mammoth. Still, even though it was weaker that his body, 17 had no doubt that this body would be capable of breaking free from this ridiculous contraption. That, if it wasn't for the fact that somehow the gravity in this bare-boned room which he was held prisoner had an enomous gravity. It took nearly all his energy to lift his head up.

And this body didn't have infinite energy.

17 cursed and swored as pin-sized sweat dripped down his face, mad at the fact that he, the strongest being in the world (heck, maybe the universe!) was captured uncomplicatedly and locked up like a common thug. 17 swear, if he could get hold of that blue-haired bitch and that laughable so-called saviour of the earth, he would-

Calm down, try and be like 18, cool as a fucking cucumber.17 took a deep breath and tried to suppress his rapidly growing anger. Keep a cool head and think rationally, how could I find a way out of-

His thoughts were interrupted when a gigantic screen in front of him blinked to life and the woman's face appeared, peeping at him apprehensively. "Trunks…?" she croaked, her eyes painted with the familiar color of fear.

17 snapped.

"LET ME OUT YOU BITCH OR I WILL BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY BEFORE ENDING YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!" 17 screamed at the top of his lungs, unconsciously thrashing on his seat.

Bulma took one look at his face, full of hatred and anger, and flinched back, visibly shocked and frightened out of her wits. "Trunks! It's me! Your mother! Don't you recognize me?" She practically pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

17 was amused by the emotional breakdown. "So you are the brat's mother. I will remember that when I want to kill someone special on my birthday." He then laughed manically at his own jest.

Bulma sighed as she turned off the communication device in the gravity room. Back in the good old days she installed it so that she could remind Vegeta when it was dinner without entering the room itself. It was a pain in the ass to convince him to leave the room, but compared to this, it was almost as if convincing Vegeta to leave was as easy as taking a dog out for a walk.

"And Gohan still haven't return," Bulma rested her tear-striken face on the palms of her hands, her face seemingly aged a few years. "What am I going to do?"

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"You know 17, I'm bored."

Trunks stiffened slightly as he cautiously turned his head to face the blonde android. They were resting in their mansion after a day worth of decimating cities and looting clothing stores. Somehow Trunks managed to find various excuses to take the sit out from the massacre, feeling as though he had lost a few brain cells in the process.

And the torture to watch 18 killed all those lives. It pained Trunks so much to hear the death cries of the dying and the sinister laughter of 18. Kami, if he could gained complete control over this stupid body…

He hoped feverishly that Gohan would be okay. After leaving him behind, Trunks kept worrying about his mentor. Hopefully, Gohan would have the strength to lift himself back; he wouldn't be there to save him without his ki-sensing power.

"Huh?" Trunks blurted out, sitting up straight from the couch he was slumping on and dropping a magazine about sport cars. Truth be told, Trunks found 18's romantic novels to be more interesting than the boring crap he was reading.

"You know, we have been destroying cities upon cities for a decade and honestly, I want to try something new for the time being."

"That's grea-I mean, how about gardening?" Trunks suggested. However, seeing 18's frowning face, he knew that this wasn't the type of answer 18 was expecting from 17.

Suddenly, an idea popped out of his head. It was a very bad idea, to say the least. Despicable. Absolutely horrible. Trunks felt ashamed for even thinking about it. But if it could prevent 18 from killing…

Fuck.

"Let's…kidnap someone!" Trunks put up a false bright smile as he voiced out his suggestion. 18 eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Kidnap?" she licked her lips, as though tasting the word itself.

"Well, when you-we kill people, they just, well, die. But if we capture someone…we can have more fun with them before finishing them off, yeah?" a 'sadistic' grin flashed on Trunk's face.

18 nodded slowly, her eyes glistering in the moonlight. It seemed almost unnatural. "Hmmm…I like that idea. You appeared to have been using your brains for once, hmmm?"

Trunks sighed in relief. Unfortunately, that moment promptly disappeared when 18 asked "So who do you suggest to be our victim?"

"Huh?!" Shit! Now what do I say!? "Ehhh… why do you have to ask me everything?"

"Your idea, your shit." 18 simply stated emotionlessly.

Oh Kami, who should I pick!?

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Trunks stood beside the bed, where the sleeping form of 18 was snugged comfortably on. He watched as her chest rose with each breath she took. A snooze revebrated in the huge room.

He could do it. Just reach down and put both hands on her neck. Twist it before she could react and the nightmare would be over, at least part of it; there's still 17 to take care of but he would be a problem.

Do it! End this abomination once and for all! His mind screamed as he watched her sleep, so vulnerable, like a baby bird. Yet, there something that fascinated him about these androids, something about that photo he found yesterday. Its…just…

Trunks' shoulder shagged in defeat as he slipped out of 18's room. There's always another day to do so, he just hoped his conscience can live with him for his actions now. He hoped Gohan and his mother could forgive him for what crime he was going to commit the next day. He hoped his victim could do so too, one day.

He hoped.