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"Mom, I'm leaving."

"Gohan? Where are you going? You only just got back."

Gohan turned around in the doorway to face his mother and grandfather. "Just going out for a little while."

"Please don't go and fight the androids," said the Ox King. "We were all worried about you and you've only just come home."

"Don't worry," replied Gohan with an overly wide smile. "I'm not going to fight the androids. I'm just going out for a while. Androids don't attack at night so I should be fine, and besides, I have to get out and enjoy life while I'm still young right?"

Chichi sighed and smiled at him. "I suppose so. Just stay out of trouble. If you're not back tomorrow I'll know something's wrong."

"Fair enough." Gohan walked out. After closing the door behind him, he took off, heading towards Eighteen's secret hideout. He remembered the way because he had only returned that morning.

Keeping an eye out for anyone following him, he cautiously flew just above the tree line. Eventually, he came to an artificial desert. It was artificial in the sense that it had been caused by the androids' path of destruction.

His memory was had become nearly photographic in the past few years, a product of his joint saiyan-human heritage. This memory had become important in mapping out the landscape and giving him a familiarity with the environment around him that the androids didn't have. It also allowed him to trace his steps back to Eighteen's hideout where she would be waiting.

Gohan placed his hand on his heart as he felt it beat. It seemed heavy, something he knew was related to sadness, and yet he was happy. The thought of seeing Eighteen and picking up where they had left off in the mall gave him an uplifting feeling and made his stomach knot up.

However, Gohan realized where this train of thought was headed and shook his head to clear his mind. No Gohan, you can't be so naïve again. You've only doing this to turn her back to her human self. You don't have any special feelings for her. What happened in the mall was pure lust, nothing more.

As he landed at the outskirts of the abandoned town, Gohan realized that he didn't want to believe what he had told himself. His rational mind knew that their last encounter had been driven by lust, but there was a part of him that felt a connection. That part of him, the emotional part, thought that there could be love in the future, even if there wasn't any right now.

She has been warmer towards me lately reasoned the emotional side. Perhaps she's just discovering these feelings for the first time. Maybe she's having the same debate inside as I am.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at her door. After looking around cautiously, he knocked on the door, and became quiet, listening for any sign of activity inside.

He could hear shuffling and within minutes, the door had opened. Eighteen stood in the doorway with a seductive smile.

"What took you so long Gohan?"

"Sorry, but you weren't very specific about the time."

She shrugged and stepped out of the way. "Fair enough, now please come in."

She led him into the living room, to the left of the door. It wasn't very large or specious, but it still had a very relaxing atmosphere. There were three sofas on the left, right, and back walls of the room, and each one was big enough for a man like Gohan to sleep on. In the middle was a coffee table that wasn't particularly large or luxurious, but looked nice enough and was reachable by people sitting at either of the sofas.

"So what do you think?"

Gohan suppressed a giggle. "How much was stolen."

She lightly elbowed him in the gut. "Is that any way to talk to your loving host?" She then sat on one of the sofas and patted the area to her right, inviting Gohan to sit next to her.

Gohan obliged and after sitting down, he turned to her to see what she would do. However, he noticed her hair had fallen out of place from behind the ear and promptly tucked it back in.

Turning to him with a smirk, she arched an eyebrow, enjoying the expression on his face.

"Sorry about that." Gohan hoped that he hadn't crossed any boundaries he shouldn't have.

Placing a hand on his cheek, she leaned forward so their noses were nearly touching. "It's fine, and appreciate the kind gesture."

Gohan felt the sweat coming as he stared into those deep blue eyes just inches in front of him. She's right there…what should I do? Should I kiss her? I want to kiss her, but will she let me?

As she stared into his eyes, Eighteen was trying to find any hint of action. I hope he isn't in shock or something. I don't want us to just sit here and stare at each other all night. When will he make a move?

Gohan noted that she was leaning towards him. It was the most comfortable position she could be in, so she probably expected to get something out of it. She wasn't angry when I did it in the mall. I guess she'll be okay with it now.

He leaned in and pushed his lips into hers. Closing his eyes, he let his emotional side take over. She was kissing back and he could feel the soft skin of her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and the other around her neck, running his fingers through her hair. As he began to straddle her, she moved one of her arms to around his waist, keeping him firmly in place, and started running her fingers through his hair.

They broke the kiss to breathe, and she gave him a sweet smile. "Did you eat?"

He nodded. "I did."

"Good, cause you'll need all the energy you can get."

He got off her so she could sit up. He was sweating from the effort and the sexual tension between them. As he panted, he remembered something and chuckled.

She gave him a mischievous smile. "What is it?"

"Nothing."

She scooted closer as her grin broadened. "Come on, tell me."

"It's about that dress. I'm guessing you didn't return it."

"You guessed right, though I doubt you'll be complaining when I change into it." She stood up and noted his clothing. He was wearing the same clothes she had seen him in earlier, but his black jeans had been replaced by another, more formal looking kind of black pant. "I like the new look. You look so much better when you're not trying to copy your father."

Gohan looked at down at his vest. "I guess I have you to thank for that as well. I was a lot more like my father before you…well…wizened me up. I guess I realized that while he was a great fighter and all around, nice person, he really didn't make the best role model."

Her eyes softened as she looked down at him. He really doesn't like talking bad about his father. He's still very loyal to him.

"I suppose streets smarts don't matter as much nowadays," commented Gohan. "If I had been as good a fighter as dad-"

"Don't say that." Cupping his chin, she tilted his head back so he could face her. "You're a good fighter in your own right. In fact, based on my data, I'd say that you're even better. Stop living in your father's shadow. Off course you can't be as good at his fighting style as him, because that's his element and not yours. You've got your own skills, and I'm sure you could beat him with those."

Gohan blinked away the tears before they could fully form. "You're right. Thanks Eighteen."

Satisfied with his mood, she stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips. "Wait here, while I slip into that dress you liked so much." Giving him a wink, she turned around and went to her room to get changed.

Gohan felt the heat in his cheeks as his thoughts wandered to that seductive black dress he had seen her in. He hardened up between the legs at the thought of how she'd look. I know she stole it, but that dress really suits her. Unknown to Gohan, his sexual arousal caused his ki to flare up. It wasn't at combat level, but it would stand out as higher than it should be.


Trunks stared out the window intently. He had a serious and determined expression as he stood there like a statue. He had felt Gohans slight power increase, and while people like Master Roshi wouldn't have thought much of it; he tended to obsess over it. Gohan was his mentor, and now he was back where Trunks had been sensing him for a while.

"Something out there that I should know about?" asked Bulma as she put the dishes away.

"He's gone back there, mom."

She knew exactly whom he was talking about. "Where's Gohan gone Trunks?"

"He's gone back to wherever he was while he was recovering from his battle with the androids."

"So? Gohan said there were people there who helped him recover. Why should it bother you that he's gone back to see them?"

"I don't know…it's just that…this late? Those people would be in bed by now. It's too late for him to go there and check in with them. There's something strange going on over there…I just know it."

"You sound like your father Trunks," commented Bulma. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake.

Turning to her, Trunks gave her a look that told her he wouldn't give up until he figure out the exact meaning of what she had said. "Did my father have some one he was that worried about mom?" asked Trunks with genuine curiosity.

Bulma shook her head. "No it's not that. Vegeta was just…suspicious when things didn't seem right. When Gohan's dad, Goku, said he wouldn't be coming back to Earth for a while, Vegeta immediately thought he was up to something or perfecting his skills as a super saiyan."

Trunks' expression turned sour. "And it all comes back to Goku doesn't it?"

"What's wrong Trunks?"

"Goku! Goku! Goku! That's all everyone talks about. You, Mrs. Chichi, the Ox King, and even Gohan, you're all talking about this dead guy from the past like he was some god, and you barely say anything about my dad."

Bulma raised her hands defensively as she tried to calm her some down. "Now Trunks, your father was a great man and-"

"Then why don't you tell me more about him? You're always talking about how great Goku was, but even Gohan hesitates when it comes to my dad. What is it about him that you don't want me knowing?"

Bulma gave Trunks a look that said 'I'm sorry but you're not ready yet'. "Trunks…I would tell you when you got older, but I'm not sure if you'd like it. You're father was never an easy man to get along with. He had a hard time letting people inside, but once you knew him and saw past the cold exterior, you'd realize that he was a good person." A somewhat sad expression crossed her face as she put the last of the dishes away. "He never once said that he cared about me, even though I know he did."

Trunks knew that his mother had a hard time discussing his father with him. There was something about Vegeta that she didn't want Trunks to know, and at the same time she didn't like lying to him. "Alright mom. I'll drop the subject for now, but please tell me more about him later."

"I'll tell you when your older Trunks. Your father wasn't exactly the nicest man around, though he was definitely a good person. You'll understand him better when you've matured some more."

Trunks nodded and resumed staring back at the window. Whatever caused his power to rise; it's still going on. What's Gohan doing out there? He couldn't be a super saiyan, and yet his power feels far higher than it normally would when he's not fighting.

Bulma became worried. What if Trunks goes out there again and gets attacked by an android? "Hey Trunks."

"What is it mom?"

"I'm going to work on my science project in the basement. Care to help me out?"

Trunks shrugged. "Sure mom." Even though I think what she's trying to do is crazy, I just like working on stuff down there. It's just fun.


Seventeen tried to get to sleep as he lay down in his bed. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful on the outside, but his mind was racing. Even though his sister had partaken in all of their killing sprees today, her heart didn't seem to be in it anymore. This disturbed Seventeen as he felt that there was something else which had drawn her away.

Sitting up and opening his eyes, he screamed and slammed his fist into the wall. "It doesn't make any sense!"

When he removed his fist, part of the wall fell to the floor as dust. Since he had controlled his power, there was only a small crater in the wall.

Bringing his breathing under control, Seventeen calmed himself down and decided to review the facts. He wanted to get to the bottom of his sister's behavior.

Let's see…it all began when…She supposedly killed Gohan. Could he have something to do with this? A light bulb went off in Seventeen's head. Earlier today, when she got that dress…she was sweating when I got there. I'm sure there was a man with her. Could that man have been Gohan? No! He's dead…unless, I doubt his friends would've picked up the body and my sister probably didn't incinerate it. If it's not there, then I know he's still alive. But why would Eighteen go to him? If I'm right about my hunch, then she's been spending all her time with him.

He got up with a new determination. I remember the spot where Eighteen last fought Gohan. If his body isn't there, then I'll know something's up.

Leaving the house, he took off for the location of his last meeting with Gohan. Being partly mechanical allowed him to retain a photographic memory of past events.

When he arrived, he noted that there were no drastic changes to the environment. The building that Gohan and his sister had completely destroyed was easily recognizable. There was also a scorched crater, where she had supposedly ended him.

Thoroughly combing the city, Seventeen found no signs of Gohan. There were no blood trails, or any signs of a funeral. It was as if he had walked away from this.

Or maybe someone carried him away and tended to his wounds, thought Seventeen. He then noticed a trail of blood leading out of the city. Those must've fallen from Gohan's body, but they looked like then fell from a great height. So Eighteen must've carried him off for some reason.

The trail of blood wasn't easy to follow because the drops of bloods were spaced widely apart, and nearly impossible to track on foot. Seventeen had to fly in the air and scan the ground intently to pick them up.


Gohan sighed happily as he reclined on the bed. His arms were spread wide and Eighteen was using his left shoulder as a pillow. She was on her side with her arms draped over his belly. They were both fully clothed, indicating that they hadn't done anything sexual.

They laid there for a while, basking in each other's warmth and enjoying the serene atmosphere. "Mmm…Gohan?"

"Yeah?"

"Just seeing if you were awake."

"Well now you know."

She smiled. "I can't believe I actually feel like sleeping."

He shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it's because this kind of…activity triggers that in humans. I mean; you're still partly human."

"Somehow, hearing you say that doesn't annoy me any more."

"That's because I'm not saying it to get to you. I guess you've just subconsciously accepted your womanhood."

A wide smirk appeared on her face. "Really? You sure it's not because I've learned to tune it out?"

They both laughed. "I guess it could be that, though I am entitled to my own fantasies."

Lifting herself up with her arms, she looked down at him with a sly smile and a raise eyebrow. "Fantasies huh? You have fantasies about me?"

Gohan's cheeks turned red. "Um…that's not what I meant."

She giggled at him. "You know, you're cute when you blush like that."

Gohan briefly closed his eyes before thinking of a comeback. Reopening them, he said, "That smile of yours makes you look absolutely luscious."

She gave him a devious grin. "Now that's something I never expected to come out of your mouth."

"I honestly never expected to say that, until I saw you in that dress."

She let out a primal growl. "I'm not sleepy anymore, time for round two."

Gohan promptly picked up on her mood and, grabbing her by the waist, flipped her over, straddling her. They were both happy right now, but both knew they would have to return to the outside world when morning came.


It's been a while, or at least longer than normal, since I last updated. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Even thought they're into each other, I probably won't have either Gohan or Eighteen say 'I love you', until much later. As for Seventeen, I already have some idea of what I'll have him do. I'm not sure if I should include Cell. In canon, he's only supposed to awaken when Trunks is 21, and in this story, Trunks is 8. Also, Cell might not be necessary since I'm going to portray Seventeen as significantly stronger than Eighteen.