A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place~

Written for an anonymous friend~

There was a myriad ways in which literally anything could go wrong, and due to a combination of bad luck and worse choices, it seemed like almost each and every way Gohan could even potentially, possibly imagine, for things to have gone wrong…

Fighting the Androids that they'd been so thoroughly warned about had initially not seemed such a scary concept, when the fight'd begun. His father had initially been more than enough to handle the Android… and then his heart disease struck, and he couldn't keep up with the Android's energy absorption ability.

Things seemed grim for a moment, and then Vegeta, of all people, had arrived and saved the day. It felt definitely strange to be thankful to Vegeta about anything, but the man had not just defeated one of the androids, but also forced the other one to flee with a convincing bluff, giving them time to regroup.

Time that had come in very handy, as Goku was taken to safety and the gathered fighters were able to regroup and rethink their next steps. They gave chase, and with some help from Bulma, they were able to trace Android 20, also known as Dr. Gero himself, all the way to his lab in the northern mountain area.

It was then that, between Gohan, Piccolo and Krillin, it was decided that the weakest of the lot should take Bulma to safety.

Krillin had regretfully admitted that even if he had a more proper mindset for a warrior, ultimately, he was simply no match for Gohan in terms of power, and that he was more likely to be a liability than an asset if it came down to a fight.

And chances were, it was undoubtedly going to be a fight. Tien and Piccolo had agreed, Vegeta would inevitably protest any attempt at destroying the Androids while they were in stasis, and would insist on awakening them to fight.

All but Krillin gave chase to the androids, and after a close call or two, finally were able to track Gero down to his lab. Unfortunately, it was too late – the geezer had activated the androids 17 and 18.

And promptly been killed by them.

Trunks' rage had destroyed the lab, but hardly done anything to the unassuming, almost deceivingly normal looking twins. They proceeded to laugh off the attack, not even dirtied, and then they opened the final capsule that contained a totally unknown android – one with a significantly more intimidating demeanor and look.

And yet, Gohan was wondering if everything was as it appeared. Even from the very start – the androids hadn't even attacked them yet, and the only interaction they'd had was for the boy of the duo, 17, to just give them a slightly threatening smirk that might very well just be a normal smile that they misinterpreted due to tension.

The giant… was really no different. It… he might be huge, even bigger than Piccolo, but despite his orange Mohawk bringing Gohan vague and blurry memories of an opponent long forgotten, there was an unexpected… gentleness, to him. He moved slowly, as if afraid that his terrible might may be unleashed upon the world.

Something within the big man spoke to Gohan, even as the androids all seemed to be having some sort of casual conversation.

And then they just… left.

"Where are they going?" Tien asked, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know," Piccolo said, "it doesn't look like they're rampaging through Metro North… but where-"

Gohan frowned. "Dr. Gero was really focused on… on my father," Gohan said, eyes widening. "They're likely going to try to find my father to kill him!"

Not a moment later – the sound of a scuffle was heard, and Gohan leaped into motion, heading to support Trunks, who was grabbing his stomach even as Vegeta exploded into motion, chasing after the androids.

Unfortunately, by the time the four fighters that had trailed Vegeta arrived to help him, he had already gone most of the way into his defeat, and was already way too fired up to ever consider accepting help.

For a moment, Gohan thought of reminding Vegeta of the time they'd fought together on the planet Namek, when they were similarly outmatched – but the golden glow of his aura and his ridiculous pride being on full display had already more than convinced Gohan it would be absolutely and totally worthless.

In a fight that to their senses was too long, but from outside happened in a handful of minutes, it was eventually made absolutely and completely clear that Vegeta was thoroughly and completely outmatched, and that any hit he had managed to land on 18 was merely a matter of her not being used to her own strength, and using him as a sort of test dummy.

Eventually, Vegeta's broken arm and the agonizing pain that ensued from the disturbingly powerful blow had prompted Trunks to act, and it became a slaughter the moment 17 joined in.

All Trunks achieved was breaking his sword on 18's arm, and then getting knocked out in a single blow from the male android.

Gohan was paralyzed with fear, even as Tien and Piccolo burst into motion, though they, too, were easily taken apart by the dark haired android, and before Vegeta could even think about taking advantage of the created distraction, he was grabbed by 18, who proceeded to use him as a club to brutalize Trunks with.

The two super saiyans were effective weapons against each other, and with a few instants of brutality, the fight had ended, just as quickly as it began.

Gohan could only watch in horror as someone who might very well be as strong as his father was treated like a simple ragdoll, and handled with similar ease, and his mentor and primary teacher was handled with even more contemptuous ease.

Finally, when the battle was done, and all but Gohan were lying unconscious down at the bottom of the cliff road…

The androids regrouped, and Gohan realized that he was now alone against all three of them, and all three of them were strong enough to destroy him with utter and mind boggling ease.

Still…

Gohan raised his fists. "E-Even if I can't win..!" Gohan muttered, "I'll- I'll buy my dad as much time as I can!"

Like Piccolo had once done, fighting against Freeza to buy time for the Spirit Bomb, Gohan would now, buy time for his father to recover from the heart virus.

"Even if I die… I'll stop you here!" Gohan said, trembling in place.

"Aww, don't be like that," the blonde android, 18, said, as she smiled, walking towards Gohan with her hands at her hips in a rather casual pose. "It'd bite at me to kill a kid as cute as you."

17 let out a low, almost forced, chuckle. "We didn't kill your friends either. I believe you people have something called Senzu? If you feed them those, they would recover, no?"

Gohan frowned. Krillin'd left the bag with him, and it was one of the reasons why Gohan had hesitated to join combat initially. "How do you… no, nevermind," he said, shaking his head.

Smirking down at him as soon as she was a few steps from him, 18 smirked. "I'm not playing your games today, 17…"

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? It'd be more fun if we found him on our own you know."

"We can do it half and half," 18 said, "you go get us a vehicle, I'll get the info we need from this little cutie."

"Don't do anything too bad to the boy," 17 said, "he's not our target."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I won't hurt him," 18 said, giving Gohan a self satisfied smirk. "In fact… we're gonna be having some nice, good old fun together…"

Gohan grit his teeth. "I won't tell you anything, no matter what..!" he protested.

"Oh, that's what you say now," 18 said with a smirk.

"I'll leave you to it. Coming, big guy?" 17 asked, floating into the air with an exercise of his will and power.

There was a moment of silence before the man nodded, and began to float after 17, and then the two began searching for a more populated road.

"Well, now that those guys are doing their thing, how about you and I get to the nitty gritty," 18 said, licking her lips. "You must be… Son Gohan, am I right, cutie?" she asked.

Gohan figured, no reason to lie. They likely had his identity programmed into them. "Yes…" he said, taking a step back and lowering his center of gravity, preparing for a fight.

"No need for that, you're too tense," 18 said. "A fight would be pointless…"

In between blinks she was behind Gohan, and he felt her arms drape over his shoulders, as she hummed and lifted him up. Her grip was gentle, but firm, and Gohan didn't need to be told that he was not going to be breaking out of this one. There were moves he could try, but realistically – nothing he could try would work for more than an instant, and it ran the risk of provoking her wrath. He had a chance as long as he held the element of surprise, and for that, he had to endure.

She pressed his back against her chest, and he felt the soft feel of her breasts – just big enough that he could feel their presence, but not so big as to overwhelm his senses. He gulped as he realized the position he was in – a first, for him.

"You're aware of the difference in our might. That already makes you smarter than Vegeta, I guess not all of your species is as dumb as he is," she mused, openly, as she held him, pulling him up until he could feel her breath on the back of his neck. "But I do really need to know – where do you and your family live?"

"I won't tell you anything," Gohan said, narrowing his eyes and clenching his muscles.

"For now," 18 agreed, as she leaned forward. Gohan tensed, but then his body shivered, goosebumps crawling from top to bottom of his spine, as she blew into his ear. "But I," she whispered, closer even, "have methods," she leaned until her lips nearly touched his ear, "of making you talk," she said, as her tongue snuck out and licked at his earlobe.

He felt every muscle in his body almost simultaneously clench at the sensation.

"Oh, you liked that, huh…" she whispered, almost throatily, before leaning even further in, her lips, open in an O shape, meeting the contours of his ear… and her tongue going in to tickle him.

Gohan felt at first shock and surprise, and then a tingle, and then it felt like his body was floaty, even more than when he was flying, like he was adrift in water, and he lost feeling and sensation for an instant, only for it all to come back suddenly, as his body tried to curl up around the invader in his ear, to no avail, as his captor's gentle grip kept him still.

"Aah, you take good care of yourself, I like that," 18 said, licking her lips. "A cutie like you should always take good care of your hygiene…"

"T-thanks," Gohan said, between pants, "but I'm- I'm still- not te-telling you," he said, as he tried to catch his breath.

"If that'd been enough, I'd be almost disappointed," she said with a hint of amusement, running one of her thumbs alongside Gohan's shoulder. "You're a fighter, aren't you?" she asked.

Gohan trembled a little, deciding not to respond, not trusting his voice not to betray him.

18 laughed, then, it was a surprisingly charming sound. Pure and honest amusement, not really brought forth from suffering – quite a change, from the tale of horror that Trunks had painted for them.

She turned him around then, hugging him to her chest. "There, there," she cooed, pressing his face against her breasts. "You can take comfort now, against my chest… they're soft and nice, aren't they?" she asked. "You've never felt breasts before, have you?"

Gohan was bright red, as the woman began almost rhythmically rubbing Gohan's face against each of her breasts in turn. He closed his eyes tightly shut, trying to forget what he was rubbing against, but it was really not working, in fact, it might be making the situation even worse! The tingling feeling was back, and it was even worse now than ever before!

"Do you like them?" she asked. "You're not disappointed with the size… are you?"

There was a bit of an edge to her voice – like giving her the wrong answer might have dire consequences.

"T-They're very nice," Gohan responded, quickly, "I, ah… I prefer them this size?" he tried.

He… actually kind of did. The only woman he remembered with breasts significantly larger was Maron and… well, hers were soft, but they felt like lumps of fat.

"Good," 18 said, a tone of satisfaction to her voice that told Gohan he had certainly made the right choice. "As a reward… I won't tease you so much with your beloved breasts," she said, as she grabbed at his hands – Gohan only now realizing that she had let his arms free – and placed them on her chest.

"W-Wha-whaaaa-"

"There, you can play with them to your heart's content… that old pervert didn't even give me a bra," she mused.

Indeed… no brassiere, of any kind, was between her skin and shirt, which meant that only a thin, thorn and threadbare piece of fabric was between Gohan and glory.

His hands pressed down, but she didn't emit a sound, only looked smug and satisfied, as he experienced something utterly and totally new. His hands played, toyed, massaged, did all sorts of things, to 18's chest, and she simply allowed him, and in fact, praised him for it.

"That's right, sate your curiosity," she said, sighing, "play with them, just like that… enjoy yourself," she said. "And while we're at it… why don't you go ahead and tell me where your daddy is, hm?"

Gohan stopped, then glared at her. "N-No way!"

She hummed. "I see you're tougher than you look," she spoke with vague amusement. "Then I suppose I'll stop holding back."

"W-wha-"

Gohan only had a moment's realization before he found himself once again turned around, his back against 18's chest.

One of her hands began caressing his chest, confidently, firmly, but gently, with care and… even an odd sense of affection.

The other, however, trailed down, her slightly longer than normal fingernails easily making themselves felt through the purple gi Gohan wore. She giggled, her voice sounding somewhere between mocking and amused. He trembled in her hands as she teased him…

He yelped, when her hand went under the red sash that separated the upper and lower halves of his gi, and with minimal pressure, she went right- right-

"A-Ahhh, that's, not there!" Gohan protested immediately, as he felt her warm and oh so very soft hand cup his crotch, fingers scratching his balls gently while she ground the heel of her palm against his painfully erect penis. "N-No, nooo, stop!"

18 laughed then. "Ooh, is this your weakness?" she asked. "Do you like it, huh?" she teased, playing even more with his junk, her hand now moving more swiftly.

Her other arm left his chest now, and headed for his back, his sash now falling apart and his pants alongside it, as the cold open air of the mountainous area hit Gohan's almost burning hot crotch.

With free access, her hand was now free to properly grab at his shaft, forming a ring with her thumb and pointer finger, as she began to stroke Gohan's little dick, slowly, torturously so, leaning against his neck and giving him hickeys, sucking and biting down on his neck skin.

Gohan panted, moaning, as her assault continued, nonstop, for what felt like an eternity, yet at every time when he reached the cusp of satisfaction, when it felt like his body was teased to the breaking point, she'd immediately stop, and wait for a minute, letting the cold air quell the fire, before she began the process all over again.

Gohan's moans echoed through the mountain, and her giggles and coos soon joined them. It was sweet, sweet torture, and it was driving Gohan insane. He whined, then. "P-Please, s-stop, stop t-teasing me!"

She giggled. "Should I?" she asked. "I guess I wouldn't want to tease a nice boy, but you've been very naughty."

Gohan whined piteously, almost crying now. "Stop iiiit!" he begged. "Please, please let- let me- e-eja," he swallowed, "le-let me ejaculate!"

"Oooh, you're a well informed little boy, huh," she mused. "But that's not its proper name. That's scientific and impersonal," she said, stroking him a bit more firmly. "Good little boys call it cumming," she said. "Aren't you a good little boy?"

"I- I am, I am! So, so please, let me cuuuum!" Gohan begged.

"You've been a naughty little boy, hiding things from big sis," 18 said, voice sounding throaty, lustful and full of desire. "So, cutie, why don't you go ahead and tell me where daddy is? I promise I'll let you finish if you do~!"

Gohan panted.

Could he? Could he betray the trust others had in him, for something like this?

…

Was it even that bad to do?

She… didn't really seem like that bad a person. Sure, she wanted to go fight his dad, but… then, so did basically everyone he'd met over time and considered one of his dad's staunch allies. In fact, Gohan's very own mentor had been so far the only person who had successfully killed his father!

"It's, it's," Gohan whined, then he swallowed, "Mt. Paozu!" he finally cracked, rattling off the location as well as he could.

18 smirked, then. "Good boy, good boy," she spoke, taking a moment to breathe and decide what she'd do next. "Time for your reward…" she said, and then her hand moved.

Gohan's tears slipped out as he felt a vague sense of emptiness, and even betrayal, as she seemingly separated from him, for an instant, a mere second, that felt like an endless eternity, and yet, before he could even cool down, he was already being embraced again, this time meeting face to face with her – and realizing that her skirt was gone, and her tights torn, revealing a sopping wet cunt.

She licked her lips. "Just shooting out your juicy cum into the air would be such a waste," she said, "it should all go in here," she said, as she spread her legs a little – enough that Gohan could clearly see her pussy unimpeded, even as she maneuvered him, grabbing him by his butt. "Such firm cheeks… you really are a wonderful treasure," she mused, playing with his buttocks.

"W-What, what are you-"

She smirked. "Just relax, and let me handle everything," she said, as she pulled Gohan towards her, and with almost preternatural accuracy, grace and effectiveness, she slipped Gohan's impossibly stiff little prick right up her pussy, getting it right in a single go.

She let out a pleasurable sigh, the sound almost going directly into Gohan's brain and setting it on fire, though it was quickly drowned out by the wet warmth that surrounded him, as her pussy gripped him with an impossibly tight tenacity, at the same time soft, slick and sticky.

Her walls spread to allow him passage, but the friction and resistance was exactly right, delicious beyond measure.

"You like that, cutie?" she asked. "That pervert, Gero, modified me, no doubt intending to use me as a sex doll," she said, giggling. "But I don't mind those mods if they make you this happy. And you love my pussy, don't you?"

Gohan tearfully nodded, "it's amazing!" he agreed, "it feels so good, I feel like I'm gonna melt!"

"Awww, you're so cute, I could almost eat you up," 18 said, "but it's time for the real thing," she said, as she pulled Gohan back, causing him to look up at her in shock, as he felt her walls cling to him like her very pussy was a living being, loathe to see him leave… and in a moment, he was already being pushed all the way back in.

Before he had a chance to know what was happening, his sight went white and stars burst from the corner of his vision, as a release like a kiai of all his energy at once hit him, as he emptied his balls' contents, worked over and accumulated over his many denied orgasms, right into her greedy, hungry cunt.

She moaned in wanton pleasure and lust, as he poured all the stored up seed right into her.

"Ahh, that was, quite lovely," she panted, licking her lips, and Gohan could've almost sworn he saw her pupils turn into pink hearts for a moment there, as she smirked down at him.

Trembling, Gohan looked up into her face, as she squeezed his buttocks once more, and his cock responded to her teasing by revitalizing almost immediately.

"I see… you're not quite done yet, are you?" she asked.

Gohan panted, not really knowing how to respond.

"You've been a good little boy, Gohan… I guess I can reward you a little more," she said, as she moved until his back was against the rock and soil cliff. For any other, it might be uncomfortable, but Gohan was many times tougher than the manmade smoothed dirt.

18 smirked as she readjusted their positions until his cock was in the right position for her to begin thrusting into him, his shoulders against the wall, legs spread. She smirked. "We're gonna have so much fun, cutie… We're only getting started!"

Gohan gulped, and knew that he was undoubtedly going to be experienced the vaunted unlimited stamina and energy that Trunks had spoken so fearfully of…