A/N: What's this? Two updates to the same story in a row? What, did someone make a wish with the dragon balls to make this happen? Probably, and in all likelihood it was Roshi or someone else who reads my stories...considering this one stars a beautiful blonde with a huge pair of… Last time on Gohan's Blonde Future, Bulma, Krillin, and Yamcha arrived at the Son home to meet up with Chi-Chi, Gohan and his new friend. Unbeknownst to them though they were not alone, a shadowy figure watching from the treeline soon bearing down on the party, the attacker was none other than Android Seventeen, sent from the future to kill the young half saiyan. But just as all seemed to be lost, it was Eighteen who stepped in to save the day! The icy eyed blonde bombshell going toe to toe with her abusive brother, she was able to send him packing before he could so much as lay a hand on Gohan. The action apparently done for the time being, Bulma has taken her seat opposite the android girl. What is it that she will find out? What word did Eighteen bring with her from the future? Find out today on this latest chapter of Gohan's Blonde Future!
Outdoor Table, Outside Son House:
Blink! Blink-Blink!
Those observant cerulean blue eyes of hers rapidly opening and closing the more she studied the woman sitting in the chair right in front of her, Bulma just could not seem to get enough of her...not that she was the only one, the guys stillhadn't composed themselves since she walked outside, "Amazing...you're an android, and yet I'd never know it from looking at you..." The blue haired woman scanning her pupils across her new acquaintance's face, the girl looked just as if she were fully human, not a single thing about her appearing synthetic to the naked eye, "...If I didn't know any better I'd say you were human...How your creator got skin right I'll never know..." Looking up and down her, it was as if she was more than just a robot made in a lab...something special, something…
"Technically, I am a cyborg; not an android..." Eighteen pipping up now, she brought the attention the bluenette had focused on her silky blonde hair back to her unflinching light blue eyes, her words starting to make so many things make more sense, "...My original designer just had a thing for the term 'android' so he used it instead..." The group all sitting together outside now, they were at the white umbrella covered sun table Chi-Chi got out for special occasions, the lot of them seated around it in a circle, "...Actually most of me is how I was before surgery...he just added nanobots, power reactors, and a few chips in my head..." Reaching up to part some of her blonde bangs to tap at it, even still she knew it was there only because she could feel it, the piece of tech so tiny it wasn't visible to the naked eye.
Nodding her head along with everything she was saying, Bulma, for once was truly amazed at the work another scientist had done. The bluenette was simply so good at what she did it was a rarity for someone else to do something she didn't think of, the moral problems aside of course, "...Ah, so it looks so real because your skin is natural..." Looking up and down the blonde it made so much more sense to augment a real person instead of creating an automaton from scratch, the important parts were already there, it was just a matter of grafting in the necessary upgrades to the skeleton to make them into a true wonder of science, "...Your hair, your eyes...your voice… So you still look exactly like you did before, just internally there are additions then?..."
Eighteen's eyebrows arching slightly at just how in depth the woman seemed to know her stuff, honestly it was the last thing she expected to go over, explaining her upgrades given how Chi-Chi and Gohan had more or less just accepted it, this woman was...in awe. "...Yes, all real, and my own...he was adamant about showcasing his ability to 'improve' not 'alter'..." Sitting there explaining everything to the bluenette who was absolutely gushing at just how cool she was, Eighteen slowly uncrossed her arms, setting them down on the table, the wind blowing her vest open all the way exposing her white v-neck shirt, "...He wanted his androids to be perfect inside and out..." The girl moving her hands around a little bit to better illustrate her point to them, Gohan got up to go get the lemonade he remembered was sitting in the fridge, "...Because of that he chose what he considered 'natural perfection' to meld with his stupid inventions..."
Her pink lips moving back and forth as she spoke, as much as Bulma and to an understandably lesser extent, Chi-Chi listened to her, Yamcha on the other hand had only one thing on his mind, a certain aspect of the presumed 'single' babe in front of him the center of his attention, "So does that mean those big things are all naturaltoo?..." Raising one eyebrow while he put on his most seductive look to entice the blonde into his arms, the adherent of the Turtle School of agitating women pointed at the two round globes straining against the confines of her shirt. The action causing both of the other two women's eyes to nearly pop out of their head in shock from his brashness, the blonde merely sitting there looking back at him...as bored as probably anyone to be hit on by the former bandit could be.
Oh, but he was far from done, leaning across the table enough to make her his, or in reality irritate her a little more, Yamcha flicked his eyes down to the large mounds of flesh forming a soft valley of cleavage above her shirt's low neckline, "...I only ask because it's so rare to find a girl with a beautiful face and a huge pair of boobs to go with it..." The blonde not even reacting to what she was listening to, she simply waited for the man foolishly hitting on her to stop, and look to his right, "...But don't take my word for it, just ask any guy! It's only natural for us to appreciate girls who...heheh...shoulder the extra weight..." Closing his eyes for a moment just to nod at his wise words of wisdom, which really had been taken from one of Roshi's perverted advise magazines for how to get young men slapped with purses, he reopened them, grinning at her confidently.
"...And trust me, I am appreciating the hell out what you're packing right now..." Meanwhile, her face contorting into a bright red circle of anger, Bulma was absolutely fuming with rage listening to what her former boyfriend was saying to the blonde! The way he so nonchalantly started talking about and then gesturing to her fellow female's breasts making her want to scream! "...But hey, maybe that's why they call you Eighteen..." Reaching into his pocket to pull out a mini note pad full of phone numbers, all of them crossed off for one reason or another, the blonde's eyes watching his pen click open to get one better than he could dream of written down, "...Because on a scale of one to ten, you're a perfect eighteen, baby—AAAGGGHHH!" Holding his head from where Bulma suddenly smashed her fist into the top of it, the man slammed his face down onto the table, his note pad and pen flying away as he clutched both of his hands over the huge bump rising up between them.
"...The only number you're getting is the one to the hospital if you don't stop sexually harassing her!..." Bulma gritting her teeth in fury as she stood up from her chair over him, the poor defeated man once more leveled by the woman he once held so close...ten minutes ago, she then turned to the blonde, "...I'm so sorry about him, Eighteen..." She said holding both of her hands together in front of her face, almost begging the android to stay where she was and not walk away, or at the very least not turn on them, "...Yamcha's just being a total ass. Believe me, the last thing any of us want to do is objectify you..." The bluenette shifting her gaze from Eighteen to the bald headed man sitting to the right of her, he looked over at the destroyed Z Fighter on her other side, the pleading expression she'd had for the girl changed to one of hellfire for him when he met her eyes, "...Isn't that right...Krillin?..." She said, the tone of her voice making the threats obvious.
Just about jumping out of his chair in terror with the glare she was giving him, Krillin spun around to the android...and her big...he wasn't even going to think it, "...Heheheh...No...no we're not...I...I mean she's beautiful, but no...NO!...WE'RE NOT!..." Shouting out that last bit as he felt the threat of Bulma's fist hovering over his bald little head, as much as he had to get out the compliment, even he was in danger now because of how far across the line Yamcha had gone, "...Oh! Heheheh, where is Gohan, am I right?..." He asked, sweat beginning to pour down the monk's closely shaved head, he quickly shot up from his seat before dashing several feet away towards the house, "...How about I go give him a hand, huh? I'll be right back!..." The others watching him go, in no time flat Krillin was slamming the front door to the Son home shut behind him, his breathing coming in fast pants now that he was safe for the time being, "...Phew...and here I thought I was next...beh...and I barely even looked at her anyway..."
Taking a few steps forward, it was then that he heard Gohan in the kitchen, his best friend whom he'd truly bonded with on Namek calling for him, "...Hey, Krillin, is that you?!..." The young Son man shouting down the hallway to where he'd heard the front door shut behind his friend, even without hearing his voice the kid knew it was him, "...I'm in the kitchen! You wanna give me a hand?..." A small smile spreading across the bald man's face, he silently nodded to himself before darting down the halls, his orange dressed figure arriving in front of his old buddy in seconds, the sight of which made his smile a little contagious, "...Haha! There you are, Krillin..." The Gohan said grinning at him, he watched as his friend started getting out drinking glasses for the lemonade, a thought popping back into his head, "...Oh, and by the way, what do you think of Eighteen? Isn't she nice?..."
The kid's words reaching the older martial artist just as he was setting down the first group of glasses, their hard bottoms hit the kitchen counter a little harder than he'd wanted them too, "...What do I think of her?… Heheh, well first off I don't think any of us are thinking about her in the same way..." Gently rubbing the back of his perfectly round noggin, Krillin looked up to see Gohan staring at him, his friend blinking a couple times, but still not saying a word, "...Ah, you didn't get that...of course...ummm...to put it nicely she seems okay, though Yamcha and I've been more focused on her...looks..." Gohan still staring back at him for a moment, he suddenly nodded his head before getting the lemonade pitcher out of the fridge and setting it down on the table.
"...So you mean you think Eighteen is pretty?..." Asking the question, to Krillin it sounded more like a question about the sky being blue than if a girl who practically sparkled when the sun hit her short silky hair was attractive, but he didn't show it, "...I guess she kinda is...even when she looks mad, her eyes are a very pretty color..." Looking down while he started putting scoop fulls of ice into the pitcher from the freezer he'd just opened, Gohan seemed lost in thought for a moment, his attention turning back to Krillin the moment he figured out what it was that was on his mind, "...But you said we're all looking at her differently...is there something Yamcha and you like about her I can't?..." Raising both his eyebrows at the short man, the Son boy was getting interested now, though the look on his face was nothing compared to the one plastered on Krillin's.
Sucking in his lips to keep from blurting out something rude...or the obvious considering just how obnoxiously 'out there' Eighteen's body was about its curves, Krillin swallowed the impulsive answer and waited a moment before finally phrasing it in a way that didn't insult one of his best friends, "...Heheh...well you see, Gohan...It's not anything you haven't noticed, just...ummm..." Rubbing away at the back of his cue ball head even faster than he had been before, the martial artist took in a deep breath as he thought about it, 'How did I know Chi-Chi hadn't told him about girls and boys yet...' Thinking it over in his mind for a moment, there was no reason why he would have to tell him everything right now, but at the same time...if there was one thing guys liked to talk about, it was women's bodies, and the blonde sitting outside may as well have deserved a whole talk show dedicated to hers.
"...Well...a little bit...Gohan...haven't you noticed that Eighteen doesn't exactly look like other girls we know?..." Spreading out his hands in front of him to at least try and soften any sort of blow he might be making on a Chi-Chi installed buffer in the kid's head, just by the way Gohan was looking back at him now he knew he had something in there, "...I mean...she is more petite and feminine looking, but she's also much more..." Avoiding the Son boy's gaze for a moment, Krillin awkwardly scowled at the wall to his right as he fluidly moved his hands down towards the ground in front of him, tracing out a curvy female figure between them. Slowly looking back at his friend again though, he sighed, once again when it came to this family's men he would have to be blunt, "...Eighteen is a very curvy girl, Gohan..." He at last pointed out, already a pink blush appearing on the boy's cheeks while Krillin's were soon sporting a nice red one at having to say that, "...And you see...she also has...well she has really big...ummm..."
Doing his best to smile reassuringly at the half saiyan, even still with putting that out there he wasn't sure if he was crossing a line or not, unfortunately for him though, he didn't put all of it out there as the expression Gohan was sporting showed, "...Eighteen has really big what, Krillin?..." The boy asked him, his cheeks still tinted a light pink, but otherwise oblivious to what he was trying to point out to him. He knew what 'curvy' was, it was usually what Master Roshi called out about Bulma before trying to grab her hips, but apart from that he was rather lost, "...Her hair is shorter than Bulma's, or do you mean her eyes? But they're a bit smaller too..." The boy thinking about it for a few moments longer, at last he snapped his fingers, a wide grin appearing as it seemingly became clear, "...Oh, I get it! You mean her waist is wider than her belly, right?..."
The kid smiling proudly for figuring it out, Krillin almost felt bad for what he knew he was going to have to correct, since there was no way the bro code would allow him to let his best buddy possibly miss out on things because he was unaware of them, "...Uhh, yes and no, Gohan..." The bald warrior said picking up the glasses he'd gotten out and walking over to him, each of them being set down before he hung an arm around his younger friend's shoulder, "...You see...you're half right, but...since I assume she's living here now I wouldn't be a real friend if I didn't point it out to you..." Those blinks coming at him one more time, first one, then another two following it, it appeared he was just going to have to bite the bullet on this one, at least it wasn't a whole talk...just… "...Yeah, Eighteen's got nice hair...and she's curvy...and her face is so beyond beautiful I can't believe it..." Closing his eyes and coughing a little into his fist, the martial artist took a moment to compose himself before at long last just getting out with it, "...But what I meant was...the chick has a huge pair of gazongas..."
Now he'd done it, Gohan's face turning raspberry red all over, there was another word brought to you by Master Roshi, who couldn't help yelling it out whenever he was watching a particularly bouncy girl on one of his exercise videos, "...You...you mean you guys are staring at Eighteen's pectoral muscles?..." Asking the question almost as if he were afraid to hear the answer, although by this point the boy could barely believe he knew what Krillin was talking about, let alone why he felt so nervous about his friends looking at the blonde. The older man nodding, he kept gazing up at him, "...H...How come? I...I mean all of ours are pretty big...is it because she's—"
Feeling his friend's other hand silence him with a finger against his lips Gohan went quiet, a moment passing before Krillin finally spoke up, "...First of all, Gohan...they're not pecs...they're breasts..." Already feeling his emotions shooting between wanting to keel over from the massive sweat drop forming on the back of his head because of just how sheltered Chi-Chi had kept the boy, and purely wanting to tell him everything, he found a fair middle ground, "...I mean...girls have pectoral muscles as well, but believe me, you are a long way from seeing any of Eighteen's pecs when you look at her chest..." Pulling himself together a little more for the battle however short it might end up being ahead of him, Krillin once more took a deep breath before continuing, "...And secondly, Eighteen doesn't just have breasts, Gohan...that chick definitely has gazongas..."
Still not hearing so much as a peep out of the boy that was nearly his height beside him, the monk chanced a glance down at him, the sight of a wide pair of eyes full of interest staring back up at him, "...Heheh...okay...well yeah...ahem...Gohan, haven't you noticed that whenever Eighteen moves they...bounce?..." Waiting a few seconds, it was then that the Son boy started to nod at him, the pressure releasing for the unfortunate monk now that at least his buddy was at the point he was noticing some things about girls' bodies, "...Good...and that's because...well...girl's breasts are made of fat, like a couple bubbles on their chests instead of muscle..." Chancing a peep at his fellow Z Fighter Krillin mentally breathed another sigh of relief, Gohan, if anything seemed intrigued by what he was saying, and not in a Roshi kind of way, but rather just genuine interest.
"...All girls have them...they're the bumps on your Mom's chest...and then after the trip to Namek we both know Bulma has them, remember that gray outfit of hers?..." Elbowing the younger guy a couple times, Krillin chuckled, at long last feeling the tension drop as Gohan at least knew something of the female body. The fact alone he didn't do a flip at hearing his Mom has fat bubbles on her chest instead of just pecs was enough of a relief, "...Heheh...good...so most girls have breasts Bulma's size or smaller...but then when it comes to Eighteen..." An instant of fantasy land passing over the bald warrior, all Krillin could think about was just how badly the blonde's chest seemed to strain against her white t-shirt, the sheer amount of flesh she had packed underneath it enough to fuel any man's dreams for countless hours.
Watching the Turtle School student's face slowly drift from anxious, to confident, before finally falling into what seemed like the hold of brain stealing alien, Gohan figured now was when he'd normally raise his hand to ask a question when he had a tutor over, "...Are you saying that Eighteen's are abnormally big then?..." The query causing Krillin to freeze, he glanced down at the kid as a smile started to appear on his face. By the looks of things perhaps Gohan was going to start getting the hang of the parts of life above just the G rating. Maybe by the end of this the young half saiyan would be able to appreciate a little more the perks of living with a beautiful girl like Eighteen...
Nodding as if he were some sort of sage, his confident streak miraculously reappearing, Krillin grinned, "...That's right, little buddy! Girls with big breasts are a rarity, but even still Eighteen's got a huge pair!..." Bending forward a bit more while cupping his hand against his best friend's ear, just in case of course a super hearing Chi-Chi spawned in front of them, Krillin whispered, "...That beauty has bigger breasts than even the girls in Roshi's magazines, and you're living with her!..." Gohan's face turning a true dark shade of red now at being told that, now that he thought about it Eighteen's 'bubbles' did look quite a bit bigger than Bulma's...or even those other girls, "...Keep it between you and me, but I am SO jealous of you! Living with a girl like that who knows what you might see one of these days..."
Giving his friend a strong side hug, he at last let go, walking over to the table to pick start pouring the lemonade into glasses for the rest of the group outside, "...Just pay attention from time to time; you'll see what I mean..." He said, the small rounded edges of the ice cubes starting to melt as a flood of lemonade poured over each of them, Gohan kept watching him, the boy processing everything as he went on, "...Trust me, Master Roshi may be an old perv, but he was right about one thing...there is nothing better than watching a busty chick's gazongas bounce around!..." Handing the now completed tray of drinks to his new protege in how most guys think, or at least the cleaner upper half of their minds, Krillin winked at him, "...Don't worry; I just didn't want you to miss out because you didn't know..." Daring a look out the kitchen window at the others still outside, Bulma in deep conversation with the android, he smirked, "...It's not often you meet a girl with huge gazongas like Eighteen, just wait...live with her long enough...and you're bound to see something you'll never want to forget..."
Dark little eyes following the bald headed martial artist as he turned to leave and go back outside to the others, Gohan paused a new train of thought running around in his head now, 'What does he mean something I will never want to forget?...' Thinking back to how Eighteen looked when he first met her in the forest, that tight maroon dress of Maron's clinging to her round curves, he gulped, the sight of her short blonde hair blowing along her soft pale skin the one that had stayed with him most, '...But Krillin said he and Yamcha weren't looking at her hair...' Focusing even more on how the rest of her had looked below her neckline now that his friend mentioned it...there was something really appealing about how round certain parts of the blonde girl were, but Gohan still couldn't quite figure out why… Picking up the platter of lemonades, he darted out of the kitchen after the older man; there would be more time later to think about it.
Back Outside:
Well at the very least one of the guys in their group was responsible, "Thank you for remembering the lemonade, Gohan..." Chi-Chi smiled over at her son, raising her glass a little to him before drinking some of the perfect freshly squeezed liquid, a recipe she'd perfected through non stop trials while waiting for Goku to get back...from Namek… "...I think we needed it more than I thought...though some more than others..." The overbearing woman arching one eyebrow towards the shaken bald man, Krillin looked like he was trying to decide whether to say something to the stalwart android or make some lemonade of his own.
Since coming back outside things had quickly regained some of their lost tension from before, what with a certain Son woman deciding to remind the guys not to hit on the blonde again. Keeping up with how she was running this segment of the conversation, Chi-Chi turned to the android girl to apologize for all the trouble they were causing her after she had only just saved all their lives a few minutes ago. "...Really we're all very sorry about those comments, Eighteen… The last thing you deserve after what you've done is to get accosted like that..."
The solid eighteen out of ten picking up her glass of lemonade, she slowly took a few sips before setting it back down again, her eyes turning to Yamcha, that same expression of hers unchanging, "...It's alright...believe me I'm more used to it than you'd think..." Scanning the short haired man who hit on her, the files in her head coming up with a picture of a man with long hair, the dozens of pages of typed print flying across her mind in a few seconds, "...Your name's Yamcha, right?..." She finally said to him, the man's face lighting up enough to be seen from orbit he happily nodded his head up and down at her. Perhaps he still had a shot with her if she wanted to talk to him still after all that! Who knows maybe by the end of the day he'd have her held against his body too...and not in the way he had Bulma's earlier.
Watching him nod at her she went on, "...Then I'll forgive you for talking about my boobs...this time..." His face dropping the moment it became clear that indeed there would be no fun for him tonight, or any other day, week or month with the blonde, he looked back up when she kept talking, "...But only because you seem to be so bad with women in general..." A moment passing by the others suddenly started cracking up laughing at the shot she'd gotten in on the man, Yamcha looking away scratching his while he did his best to keep the thick blush he was sporting down, they only stopped when she finished, "...At least, that's what the files Bulma installed say..." Picking up her glass of lemonade and taking a drink, crunching up a shrinking ice cube before swallowing it as well, not particularly caring that everyone at the table was staring at her now.
One more than the others who was beyond interested by this new piece of information being Bulma herself, "...Wait a second...did you say I installed some of your files?..." The bluenette in question sitting down from when she had earlier been standing to chastise the male members of the group, she glanced at Chi-Chi before looking back, "...But that...your modifications...I don't do those kinds of things to people..." Her blue eyes beginning to shine a little out of sadness, the idea that she would indulge in the sorts of sciences that her father had expressly taught her to avoid tearing at her very soul, "...Forcibly augmenting people is...those are major ethical crimes...I would never do those things to someone..." A pause passing over them as Bulma tried to convince the others she was innocent before Eighteen spoke up again.
"...You were not the original person to do this to me; you just reprogrammed my circuits so that I would protect Gohan..." It was weird, looking around the group, apart from said protectee as well as his mother, the rest of them were in shock, unable to believe the bluenette they knew and loved would do such a thing, the blonde merely adjusting her vest to cover the swells in her shirt a bit more, "...Then you sent me back in time so I could keep the other androids from destroying the world..." Now if that wasn't a bombshell she'd just dropped on the party than they didn't know what was, their jaws dropping to the glass table below them, Gohan couldn't keep from smiling at them while the blonde finished, "...Not that I appreciated any of that stuff of course..."
Taking another sip from her lemonade, she set it back down, the clinking sound it made waking them all back up again, "...So...So future me did all those things?..." Bulma, the woman slowly pointing out one finger towards the girl from the future stuttered, her eyes having shrunk down to the size of pin pricks at the things she was hearing today, "...And...and I built a time machine...to save the past..." Looking down at herself, she was starting to smile now, her earlier disbelief that she had supposedly committed crimes without knowing replaced by yet unearned pride, "...That's amazing...so tell me, Eighteen how does it work? Can you go back now like that boy did?..." She asked, not at all realizing yet that compared to how Trunks traveled between timelines, Eighteen's trip was...different.
Her mind going back to the unceremonious way that she had been transported back in time, a deep red blush suddenly spread across her cheeks, causing the others to lean in, all of them surprised at her reaction, "...Uhhh n...no I cannot…" She said, brushing some hair forward this time around just to keep the sun from shining directly into her eyes, there was no getting around how humiliating her arrival was for a girl...stripped naked of her clothes and dumped in the ocean...yeah, fun, "...For me...time travel was less than...dignified..." That blush only seeming to grow despite her best efforts to simply skip across it, at the same time though seeing just how much of an ego boost her future accomplishments were for the bluenette, there was no way she could let her only feel the good from her actions, "...As was my time with you...Bulma..."
Eighteen shooting the scientist a stern look while her blush started to recede, all eyes now turned back over to the bluenette, the many questions they had about what else she'd done while the android was in her care taking over their minds...thankfully one of them found his voice, "...Heheh, undignified things with Bulma sounds like a fun time to me..." Chuckling at his own joke, Yamcha scanned his eyes up and down the blue haired genius before turning his attention to the blonde android, the many ideas he envisioned for the two beautiful women simply too hot to keep to himself, "...I bet it was one hell of a sight though, right?… Can you tell me about—PUUUEH!"
One boot covered foot twitching every few moments as he lay back in his chair, Yamcha's head currently having been punched straight back into the ground by a red faced Bulma, the woman embarrassed beyond belief that she used to date the man, "...Ugh! Again with this! Just shut up, okay!?..." Sitting back down in her chair like nothing had happened, the occasionally twitching boot still doing just that while she gently drunk some more of her cold beverage. Opening her eyes back up to their big friendly shape, Bulma smiled at the blonde, waving her hand a little to downplay things, "...Now, Eighteen, I'm sure there must have been some misunderstanding...I would never do anything undignified to—"
Cutting her off mid-sentence before she could be embarrassed any more than she already had that day, the android held her hand up in front of her, "...That...the two of us can discuss later… Right now I think it's important to be on the same page..." Turning to look around amongst the group, they all nodded with her, one doing so with his foot, but that was good enough for her. It was time they got serious, besides if one more person mentioned her body she was going to act no matter how bad the electrical shock was she got for it, "...Now, you mentioned a little punk showing up earlier… Did he say anything about Goku?..." The tone of the entire conversation at long last changing for the better, they slowly nodded, recalling how the purple haired young man had said Goku would die before the androids arrived.
"...He said we'd lose Goku to a heart virus...but obviously that was wrong if you're here, right?..." Krillin piping up to join into the conversation, the blonde raising an eyebrow at him as she listened to what he was saying. It was true, the boy had talked about the virus, but then for some reason skipped over explaining the rest, "...I mean, he brought an antidote with him, but when he tossed it to Goku he kinda fumbled it...and it smashed on the ground..." Looking straight at Eighteen, it was only then that it hit him, the boy's words, albeit panicked ones, that there was still another way to get the antidote to them appearing in the forefront of his mind, "...Wait a sec...do you know how to make the antidote?..." The man asked her while she sat there silently, the rest of the table turning back to her like cats watching a ball of yarn.
Nodding her head up and down, she merely stood up, the android getting up from her seat, blonde hair swishing in the breeze she walked back into the house. "...If that's how they make em' in the future I'll be a happy old man..." The words practically leaking out of Yamcha's mouth as he leaned uncomfortably far across the table, leering at Eighteen's behind while she made her way into the Son home, it was no surprise to the others as Bulma once again planted her elbow firmly in the top of his head, "...Yeah...Eighteen and looking me-GAH!..." The skilled martial artist felled once more by his ex-girlfriend, the bluenette putting him straight into the ground again, he could barely look up when the blonde returned.
With all the others watching, Eighteen set down a piece of paper onto the table and started drawing, a chemical equation soon appearing on the previously blank sheet before she turned it around, passing the formula to Bulma, "...Here is the end result, although it is a long process to get the required elements to this state..." Kittens following the yarn ball again, no one said a word while Bulma looked it over, her cerulean orbs running up and down the page like bouncing balls, "...You stored the knowledge of creating it in me before I was sent on my mission..." The blonde tugging the sides of her black vest forward a little as she spoke, so that her white shirt wasn't so out there. Gohan barely noticing her action while Krillin made it a point of not taking the risk of ogling the valley of cleavage sticking out the top of her shirt, "...A long with a few other things of course...when I left it was assumed time travel my way was only method...although I guess that is no longer the case..."
Yamcha slowly climbing back up into his seat, as much as Gohan had failed to notice his new bodyguard's body as much as the other men did, he didn't miss the small mark of agitation appear on the girl's forehead when she said that last part, '...Hmm...that's the second time Eighteen's looked mad when we talked about Trunks coming back in time...' He thought to himself, carefully looking over at her, keeping his eyes on her face it was subtle, but definitely there, she was annoyed with the guy for some reason or another...he just couldn't figure out why, '...Did something happen with them in the future?...' Keeping his dark eyes on the beautiful woman just as quickly as he'd started hypothesizing on what her problem was those light blue orbs turned to him, the boy shooting his glance in another direction right at the last second.
"...A few other things? Nowyou've really peaked my interest!..." Holding up the paper as she stood up, Bulma seemed happy with the formula she'd been given, although with her it was sometimes hard to tell whether it was because she was holding the key to her oldest friend's survival or because it was one more big math problem for her to solve. Lowering it to look at the android she smirked, "...Actually, if you don't mind, Eighteen I'd appreciate you coming with me when I formulate it..." She said, keeping her eyes planted firmly on the blonde, although this time it wasn't due the amazing display of power she'd shown earlier when she fought off Seventeen, or her natural good looks, "...I've got a feeling that if I sent you here then those other things might be even more important than even this vaccine..." The others at the table still looking at the bluenette, they blinked a few times, some more than others due to bruising…
All attention on Bulma for the time being, Gohan took a chance at returning his gaze to Eighteen, their first conversation when they met resonating in his mind, '...You looked like you were going to blow up when you found out Trunks had a time machine...' Looking her over from the way her eyebrows were slightly slanted downwards to her pink lips, the way they were more or less straight, but bearing the tiniest curve downwards, Gohan could tell she indeed was agitated, '...Now you got mad again over it...' Using the same amount of focus on the girl's face as Roshi would other parts of her body, the Son boy was able to get her mood despite how well she kept it locked away. Still the question had yet to be answered though...what on Earth made her so upset? The memory of a thing she'd said off handedly coming back to him, he thought he had it…
Bulma smiling as confidently as any of them had seen her do before, things were finally starting to pick up when, "...Eighteen, are you angry with Trunks because you lost your clothes coming back in time?..." The words coming out of his mouth, Gohan, as naive as he was wanted to facepalm when he realized what he'd said, the boy's desire for an answer to why his new friend seemed so upset overriding the filter his mother had worked so hard to instill in him. The table turning to dead silence as they all sat there, all about as wide eyed as could be save for the formerly nude blonde herself, but in completely different ways. Chi-Chi was absolutely appalled by the words that had come out of her little boy's mouth...Yamcha, predictably, was trying to recreate the image in his mind as best he could, but Krillin...Krillin could only think about the strange phone call he'd gotten the day before.
"...Wait a second..." The bald man gawking at the woman sitting across from him, he could barely believe what he was hearing! After years of no contact he'd received a strange call from Maron the day before, her voice in a panic the girl had still called him her boyfriend when he answered the phone, "...I got a call from Maron of all people yesterday..." Krillin's voice beginning to break the longer he stared at the future android, it was all starting to come together. What she'd said happened...what she saw, her clothes being stripped off, the golden haired thief flying away, "...She said a blonde...woman...stole her clothes before flying away..." Keeping his little dot eyes centered on her, he couldn't believe it, this girl, this stunningly beautiful girl sitting before him was the naked girl Maron had seen when she called him! The mere idea of her, Eighteen flying around with not a stitch on her was enough to make a guy faint! "...Wer...were you that girl?..."
Posing his question to her more like a frozen fan asking his favorite actress a personal question than giving an incredibly awkward one to an android that had already demonstrated power at least on par with Goku's earlier, neither Krillin nor Bulma, or Yamcha, or Chi-Chi saw it. That dip in her plain expression turning into a slightly more downward angle when she looked back at the little bald idiot, only Gohan caught her exact change in mood...not that her response didn't say enough, "...At what point did I say I owe you answers too?..." Locking those laser like eyes of hers on him, Eighteen crossed her arms over her chest, her move making her twice as intimidating as she was with her more feminine posture, "...I'm here to protect Gohan, and help Bulma...not give my input on the gossip of some beach bimbo..." The woman just about to get up from her seat, before she had started to move Krillin was already up, the man in a fighting pose while his own chair fell back behind him.
"...Hey! There's no need to insult her like that!..." Shouting over at her across the table even if they were no longer together it was clear the bald man still had some feelings for his ex, or at the very least more respect than most men...and a hell of a lot more than Yamcha did, "...If you don't want to answer my question then fine, but don't go calling her names!..." His fists tucked into his sides, legs akimbo and teeth gritting together, Krillin was livid, the martial artist more than ready to use more than his words to defend the honor of his particularly unpopular among other women ex. Those light blue eyes slowly turning up to look at him, Eighteen's expression still hadn't changed much, save for it losing some of the negative emotion it'd had earlier, "...Now I'm guessing you're the one who stripped her! So tell me if you needed clothes so badly why didn't you just ask her for a towel—"
The air leaving his lungs almost as if they had been sucked dry of all oxygen to be found, Krillin paused mid-sentence as the blonde's own chair fell backwards onto the ground behind her. A bright pink light tinting the gaze of everyone at the table, in a flash Eighteen had stood up as well, the woman raising her right hand in front of her as she materialized a small pulsing pink orb of ki in front of it. The energy from it alone enough to half blind the rest of the group, the guys were too shocked to move when she spoke, "...Because I wasn't flying over here in just a towel..." Her lips moving for just a couple moments, she suddenly fired the blast, shooting the ball of ki straight across the middle of the group it slammed into Krillin before sending him flying back across the backyard! Everyone spinning around to look on in a mix of shock and horror as he was blasted through the trees right before the ball of ki went off, an explosion rocking the ground while a small plume of smoke rose up into the air.
"...HEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?..." Bulma screamed standing up herself now, the bluenette shaking her fists at the android as if she could actually do something more to her with them than give her a rather invasive reprogramming. Gritting her teeth together as she swung her neck around to look back at where Krillin had gone there was still no sign of him, at least as far as she could see, she couldn't feel his ki like the guys were able to, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, "...You just tried to kill Krillin! I know he's a little foolhardy, but he's on our side!..." She screamed, how on Earth things had taken such a bad turn for the worse she had no idea. One moment they were calmly chatting about the heart virus and the next...
Waving her arms about like one of the large flightless purple birds she used to ride when she was younger, Bulma was absolutely livid with her! Slamming her fists down onto the table, she felt like she could knock Yamcha through a loop for this! "...Just because things are different in the future doesn't mean you can—HEY! Where are you going!?..." Eyes following the android up into the air despite her demands to stand there and listen to her lecture when she was upset, right when she was about to turn to Yamcha to get him to chase after her, a familiar sound to the Z Fighters sliced through the air out of the woods!
VVRRRRRROOOOOOOUNNNN!
The shape of a bright yellow saw blade zooming through the sky, it was followed by the call of "...DESTRUCTO DISC!..." When it burst through the remains of the tree line, cutting through solid trees as well as a couple boulders with ease! The blade wasting no time in making a bee line for the woman floating up in the air, Gohan and Yamcha barely had time to turn around and see it when Eighteen reacted. One black gloved hand piercing through the air in front of her, it was only there for a split second, but just long enough for the guys to catch sight of, a bright pink edge forming up and then down across her outstretched fingers, in a flash Eighteen thrust it forward! The ki slicing into her, instead of cutting the woman clear in half the pink blade, the edge so sharp it could only be seen from the sides went clear through the destructo disc, either side of the yellow circle flying off to either side of her before exploding in the air.
Standing there in that pose for a few seconds, Eighteen slowly bent back, pulling her arm into its fighting position, the look on Krillin's face when he appeared above the trees speaking volumes, "...You...you...cut it in half?..." Barely able to get the words out of his mouth, the martial artist, dumbstruck by how easily she had dealt with his most dangerous technique, before he could get another syllable out that same gloved palm, although lacking the pink blade slammed into the side of his cheek, "...AAAAHHHHHHH!..." The force sending him plummeting back through the sky again, the man crashed into the ground a few feet from the sun table, his opponent looking down at him with the same cold, unfeeling look she'd had years before...in the future...when she'd used the very same attack to kill him.
Unmoving, unfeeling as she opened her hand so that he was staring straight at her palm again, another bright pink energy ball forming in front of it, he gasped, the sheer power of her blow having taken the fight right out of him. All eyes moving to the android as she prepared to finish their short battle, one word ended it, "...STOOOOOOP!" Gohan flying up into the air as fast as he could, the boy came to a halt right in front of the android, blocking the path between him and his old friend. Eighteen's eyebrows instantly shooting up the moment she saw him, before he could even say his piece to convince her to cut it out the ki blast had dissipated. "...Eighteen! Krillin's my friend you can't—" A small breeze blowing past them all, he stayed there, floating in front of her, his breath coming in quick hard pants as he tried to cool himself off after thinking he was going to have to make her not destroy someone who was essentially family to him.
"...Okay, Gohan..." She simply said, staying right where she was, the blonde only lowering her hand again now that he was the one directly in her line of fire. The poor young man struggling to get his breath back, he was still gritting his teeth at her, almost in shock at what she had almost done, but then she spoke, "...If that man is important to you then I won't kill him..." His eyes expanding with her words, he didn't have a chance to reply as she gently drifted back down to the ground again, her black shoes sinking into the soft grass below. The woman taking one step after another across the backyard, she quickly reached the small crater she'd put her former opponent in, "...Krillin, right?..." She asked, leaning forward to look down at him, no one knew what was even more shocking, that in the blink of an eye one of their best friends had nearly been killed, or that his potential murderer was now offering her hand out to help him up, "...It's nice to meet you...My name's Eighteen..."
That one black gloved hand opening up towards him, it seemed as if time had ground to a halt for one of the unluckiest of the Z Fighters, at least Yamcha had several amazing years with Bulma, but him, Krillin had dumped Maron before they'd done more than kiss! The way Eighteen had said her name resonating in his mind just like Maron's had when they first met, it made sense that when he looked up he paused. With the angelic image of a beautiful blonde woman dressed in some of the most expensive and elegant clothes money could buy offering to help him out of his literal hole, it was only natural…
For Krillin's eyes to go where only a man's would after a near death experience... Luck at long last deciding to throw him a a very rare bone, Krillin noticed that all important thing that naturally happened when a well-endowed girl wearing a low cut top bent over. A bright red blush spreading across Krillin's cheeks the longer he found himself staring directly down the front of Eighteen's shirt, the blonde's ample cleavage spilling over the neckline of her tight white top. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a view anywhere near as good as this...and if this was to be his end today...it made him feel like it was all worth it in the end. The blonde's caring greeting only just then registering in his brain, he realized far too late that hadn't been about to kill him. That being said though...that curvy angel's voice breaking into his glossy dreamland, those next words he registered her saying made him freeze in fear all over again.
"...And if you keep looking down my shirt not even Gohan will be able to save you from what I'll do to you..." The woman easily taking his hand in hers as she gently pulled him back up so that he was standing up straight again, the others couldn't figure out why he was squeezing his eyes shut so hard...or why his face was dark blue. Letting him go the moment he was back on his feet again, Eighteen turned around, her gaze centering on Gohan as he landed back on the ground by the others. The danger had passed for Krillin, but unlike his old friend he knew when he was out of second chances, the bald martial artist not even chancing pissing the blonde off again, he stayed rigid until she at last walked away.
Pushing a few wayward strands of blonde hair out of her eyes, Eighteen walked over to Gohan, he one she was to protect, stopping a couple feet before the boy, each of them looking at the other waiting for them to say something. Eighteen opening her lips to ask him if he was happy now, she didn't, the boy's hand reaching out in front of him, she looked down slightly, his head only coming up to her chest level. Her own gloved hand taking his in it, despite the blank look on her face, there was no missing the smile tugging at her lips, at least...not for Gohan. No matter how small or quick it was, he could see her emotions as they flashed across her face, and right now despite what had just happened, she was feeling okay.
The peaceful silence that had taken over the rest of the group decidedly not effecting one member specifically, it didn't take long for that one man to ruin the moment, "...So is no one going to tell her off because she's stacked or is this just a general woman thi—AGH!" Holding his head as Bulma banged him into the ground one more time, Yamcha clutched both of his hands on top of it, the man gritting his teeth as he fought through the pain, he looked up at the bluenette standing over him, both hands pursed on her motherly hips, glaring at him just as she almost always had, "...Hey...no need to do that, Bulma...I get it..." Almost whimpering the last few words while he struggled back to his feet, Yamcha stepped over to Krillin, his fellow student of the Turtle School of getting the shit kicked out of them by women still wobbly from his earlier bout with the blonde.
"...Hey, you alright, man? She really put you through the wringer there..." He said crossing his arms while he shot a side glance down at his buddy, trying to talk with him without regaining Bulma's attention in the way that no one ever wanted to gain Bulma's attention in, "...If you want to take another go at her; I've got your back..." Cocking a grin as he said it, Yamcha turned to look down at the shorter man, but as much as he was expecting to see him ready and willing to get back in the fight with him, instead his friend looked like he was about to flutter away since Eighteen had stepped away from him and over to Gohan.
Staring at the android that very nearly killed him only moments before, saying Krillin couldn't take his eyes off of her would be the understatement of the decade, "...Yeah...thanks, Yamcha..." The man only mumbled between dizzy exhales of breath, never taking his beady little eyes off of her the entire time, not staring at any particular part of her, but rather just her, that beautiful badass girl that had effortlessly kicked his ass, "...I somehow have the feeling I'm going to need it to get her..." The taller man's expression staying battle ready for a moment, it suddenly faltered when he heard what he'd said. Turning to look down at him again, there was no mistaking it, Krillin hadn't been talking about fighting Eighteen again, but rather… Just when he was about to call him on his lunacy, Yamcha froze up, both he and Krillin clamming up when Bulma moved to stand right in front of them, although for once Krillin was feeling the perks of being short when he found himself standing at eye level with the front of Bulma's tube top.
"...Hey, instead of standing around trying to find your balls, how about the two of you clean up out here?..." She asked, or more like demanded, a Bulma request should always be taken as such if survival was to be assured. After all there was a very good reason why all the remaining saiyans had a fearful respect for her, "...Gohan and I are taking Eighteen back to my lab for a while and I am not leaving Chi-Chi with a mess like this..." Moving her arms out to her sides, the guys looked around them, everywhere there were pieces of broken trees, branches, dirt that had been kicked up from Krillin's landing as well as the fight with the other android earlier, it was a lot of rubble. "...So once you guys get over the fact she's blonde, why don't you be useful and help a woman out?..."
The guys nodding their heads at the new mom as she shook her arms about, they turned their attention back to Eighteen, the android's side facing them while she apologized to Chi-Chi about the destruction she'd caused, "...Yeah...blonde chick...big whoop..." Yamcha said dryly, agreeing with everything his ex-girlfriend was saying to him while he stared at the other conversation going on, the bluenette somehow missing just how interested he was in what she had to say, "...See em'...all the time, right Krillin?..." The bald martial artist nodding along with him, they just could not believe how big the large honey dew sized globes underneath the blonde's shirt looked from the side as they pressed out against the expensive fabric. But seeing as how they were pretty much looking just past the lecturer in front of them, thankfully for their well-being Bulma didn't notice.
"...Good! That's what I like to hear, you guys!..." Bending forward to pat each of them on the shoulders, they didn't even look at her until the woman had turned around again, a large plume of smoke appearing off to the side, Bulma's hover car was back where it was when she'd first arrived, "...Okay, Gohan, Eighteen, let's go!..." Beaming with joy as she walked along the side of it, the bluenette stepped over to her best friend of many years, holding both of Chi-Chi's hands in hers just like she had when she'd first arrived, "...So sorry about the mess, but don't worry! Yamcha and Krillin volunteered to clean it all up!..." The men only now breaking out of the little reverie they had been in when Bulma had walked in front of the blonde, they realized just how much shit they were in, "...They are at your service until youfeel everything is perfect..."
That last word ringing in their minds as ominously as Freeza's name did when he returned three years ago, before they could say a word to stop their damnation for at least the next several hours, they froze, a smirk appearing on Chi-Chi's face as she stood before them. "...Alright you have fun, you three!..." Bulma's voice ringing out over the sound of her hover car starting up, they watched as she floated up into the air, Gohan sitting beside her while Eighteen was on the right, her light blue eyes on them with just a hint of malice shining through in case Krillin forgot what she had told him. "...We've got a lot to go over so we probably won't be back for a while!..." The rear engines on her bright blue hover car kicking into high gear, they were off, shooting up into the sky as Bulma's last words reached their ears, "...So until then make yourselves useful!..."
The men gritting their teeth in panic as they watched the bluenette, blonde, and so far the only male member of their group with positive karma at this point disappear into the distance, they slowly turned their heads back to look at Chi-Chi, the woman grinning at them as she crossed her arms over her chest, "...You guys better have drunk all your lemonade earlier..." She said, tapping one foot on the grassy ground whilst she scanned across her destroyed property, all the work that needed to be done going by as a long list in her head, "...Because this is going to be a long afternoon..."
A/N: If you are reading this then congratulations you have finished the longest chapter yet of this story! I never intended for it to reach ten thousand words, but a last second addition I made to it a few days ago knocked it up another two thousands beyond what it was originally after edits were complete. A fantastic reviewer pointed out a little something that I had failed to realize I missed when it came to how I covered the characters. One character, one guy more than anyone I had drastically underwritten considering his importance to both Gohan as well as Eighteen in canon...and that is all the hint I'm giving as to which Z Warrior that guy is.
All that aside, I am aware this chapter was more or less all talk, save for that rather explosive confrontation at the end which I think will make some of you pause to think a little bit about, but seeing as the last two chapters had other things I think a little plot development is good. Besides if you all enjoyed the fights and fan service scenes thus far, then I REALLY think you're going to love the next bigger and better versions of each coming up in the next five or so chapters. I am trying to keep a good balance of action, plot, and service, though the latter tends to focus on Eighteen's natural airbags. So if things ever drift onto one thing more than the others for you too much then just know that one of the others is about to steal the spotlight right when it's needed most.
Now onto my lovely, lovely polls, starting with the one before last which had the obvious result of another chapter of this story, and thus I am happy to provide you all with it. Moving onto the one I just closed out it really made both me as well as the artist who drew and colored the new cover art for this story very happy to see how much you all like it. Your kind words do a lot for keeping people like me and him motivated to keep pumping out our crafts so for that you all have our thanks. On that note as well I have already commissioned him again for another cover art, this time for my first successful DBZ story, DBZ Xtreme Beach Battle, which I would like to have the next chapter ready to post for once he completes the new cover art. It's going to feature Videl and Erasa from chapter one hint hint, but beyond that my lips are sealed.
This new poll is now up and ready to accept your votes, each person gets multiple inputs as I usually do. The primary aim of it is of course to gather reader feedback so I can keep myself centered while writing the next chapters. This is not a vote to decide what happens nor am I handing over control of the story, I merely want to see what it is you guys and gals would like to see. That way while I am planning things out if an idea pops up in my head that I might ordinarily have cast aside I can see if there is a way to work it in, in a way that benefits the story as well as adds that bit of entertainment. Just keep that in mind while voicing your input, you're just telling me what else to consider. So, the poll question is, 'What Do You Want To See In Gohan's Blonde Future?' Head on over to my profile page and let me know! And as always if you liked what you just read and am excited to see more, then please be so kind as to leave a REVIEW so I can know it! Seeya next time!
