A/N: Hello again! After a very long time span between updates to this story, much longer than I ever intended due to how this year started off for me, we are back with the next chapter of this fic I love to write! So without further ado… LAST TIME ON Gohan's Blonde Future, things were calm after the sparring match between Goku and Eighteen, but the sudden arrival of a spaceship changed everything! Vegeta's smug grin appearing from inside, he wasted no time in pissing off the blonde android. But that was a big mistake, his ship exploding in a ball of fire, the two set their sights on one another, the battle was brewing Vegeta vs. Eighteen. Though at the same time, a warrior from the future was making his last preparations to return to the fight against the androids of the past…

The Desolate Future:

"Alright, I think that's the last of the supplies..." Placing the final few boxes his mother had told him to bring to the past into the time machine's storage unit, Trunks smiled, the young man wiping the beads of sweat from his brow, "...Is that all you want me to bring back this time? It may be the last run for a while..." Turning to look at the blue haired woman walking out of the Capsule Corp. building, her hands holding a few errant papers and booklets while she kept on her way over to him. Now was the time, after gathering the necessities they needed, Trunks was almost ready to make his last trip to the past, and this time, perhaps save the future from the horror that it had become.

The genius mind that had made this all possible smiling back at him, Bulma held no doubts that he would succeed, "No, I think you have what you need..." Running her cerulean blue eyes over the machine she had built, the only Capsule Corp. invention worthy of the number one, as her father would have put it, she wished he was here to see it now, "...We've already loaded the emergency food, emergency air, and emergency water, and you have the emergency vaccine?..." Seeing her son nod back at her, lifting open one of his front jacket pockets to reveal a case of the heart virus vaccines, the five there just in case Eighteen for whatever the reason had not given the information to her past self after her son's rather embarrassing...dropping of the original vaccine, "...Okay, then that should do it...we just need to brief you and have dinner!..."

Both of them chuckling a little at their oldest family joke, it was only then that the third member of their 'family' landed behind her, the last of the true Z Warriors making his appearance before his pupil forged a path into the past, "Hey-ey, you're not thinking of leaving without saying goodbye, are ya?..." The older, but still young man giving a smirk to the other half saiyan, Gohan set down right behind Bulma before stepping up to be even with her, "...I thought you were taught better than that..." Giving his nose a few anxious wipes after saying that, in no time at all he was getting a smirk in return from Trunks, his pupil beaming at seeing his master one more time.

"...Heheh, only if you were...Don't think I forgot those stories about Goku running off to a fight without telling anyone..." The pair each turning to laugh at Gohan's old memory, his father's bad habit of putting his eagerness for a fight above all else in his life making him smile, it was only after a few moments that Trunks spoke up again, "...Seriously though...thanks for stopping by before I go...I know you're still busy making sure there are no more androids left..." Earning a look of appreciation from his master, he was telling the truth, essentially the android threat had solved itself in his time. After Seventeen stepped through the time gate and into the past and Bulma dispatched Eighteen in pursuit, the threats to their world were gone, simply spirited away, so now the process of making sure it was safe to start rebuilding again had begun.

Listening to the duo go back and forth for a few moments, Bulma suddenly clapped her hands together, the bluenette simply rolling her eyes as they both looked at her in shock, "...Okay, that's enough of that for now, you two..." She said, winking at her son before walking the rest of the way over to him, her arms outstretched with the papers for him to take to the past, "...Hurry up and put these inside, they're for the past me; make sure she gets them, alright?..." The violet haired warrior nodding in response, he took them, placing the important files into the time machine before turning back to her, ready for whatever else it was she had to say, because with Bulma never did only one thing leave her lips.

"...Okay, now that's everything then?..." He asked starting to rub the back of his head, he knew it was a loaded question asking her that, but now that she had mentioned dinner he was getting a little too hungry for all this prep, "...You sure there's no instructions or extra 'warnings' that I need to give anyone?..." Holding his hands up to give quotations around part of what he was saying, the joke didn't fly over Bulma's head, and as much as the bluenette was happy to be free of the androids for now, their efforts to fix things were still far from over, "...I mean...between myself and Eighteen in the past we should be set already..." Gohan merely folding his arms behind his head as he listened to the pair talk, it was the mention of that other person, the formerly evil blonde android that got his attention.

An attention that Bulma far from missed, "...Uhuh...yeah, there actually was one more thing now that you mentioned...her..." The former Capsule Corp. leader sighed, Bulma only now closing her eyes to shake her head for a few moments before looking back up at her son, as well as her… "...About Eighteen...when I reprogrammed her I put in several combat blockers on her..." She said, the bluenette turning to look at Gohan and then back to her boy, making sure the pair were listening for this one, "...There is one for me, Gohan, and Chi-Chi, as well as a couple others...but not you, Trunks..." The bluenette said, the young man's name coming out in the tone he had learned long ago to fear more than anything else in life.

"...B...But wait...So you're saying even though you changed what side she's on, Eighteen might still try to kill me?..." Violet hair flying around his forehead as he spoke, Trunks was appalled to see the woman nodding back at him in return, his face turning slightly blue at the thought, "...Mother...is there a reason why?… I mean...the block keeps her from fighting the others...so why not me too?..." He had a point, a point Gohan was quick to back him up on with an affirmative grunt while he stood beside the bluenette, but even so there was an old saying in their group and that was 'Bulma is always right' which made sense because she was a woman...and a genius after all, arguing with her was never really productive, save for in Vegeta's case, "...Is...there a reason why you would still let her fight me?..."

Her son asking her that fateful question, Gohan kept his gaze on the woman along with Trunks when, following another nod she looked back up at him, "...Well...not so much you fight her, as her fight you, son..." Wiping some long strands of blue hair out of her eyes, hair that was really starting to get on her nerves with how long it was, Bulma smirked, the woman looking her son up and down, almost giggling how he didn't realize why, "...Oh, c'mon, you still don't understand?… Don't tell me you seriously thought I didn't catch the pair of you ogling her on the exam table..." Trunks, as well as his master, Gohan, instantly freezing up where they stood at her comment, the pair's teeth gritting together in panic at the woman bringing that moment of all things up again.

"...That's right, Mr. Skirt Inspector..." Bulma propped one knuckled fist on her hip as she spoke, the bluenette centering her gaze directly on the sweating young man before her, "...Good thing you were there, I don't know what might happen if you didn't find out what kind of panties Eighteen had on..." Her son's cheeks beginning to grow a dark shade of scarlet at her comments, there was no forgetting that he wasn't the only one to do a little perving on the android before they sent her back in time, "...And don't think I've forgotten you either...Gohan, you practically had measuring tape around her chest when I caught you..." The woman's right hand snaking around the Son man's arm to hold him still, he stayed just as frozen, neither one of them saying a word until...they said everything. Both of them opening up at once if there was an excuse in the book, they tried to give it to her, he was checking if she was breathing, or he thought he saw a bug go up her skirt...they couldn't tell if she was breathing…

The excuses going on and on and on...Bulma finally shook her head, raising her left hand up to quiet the boy she wasn't holding onto, "...Yeah, yeah...I get it, you're victims of circumstance...believe me, I know how dangerous girls with banging bodies are, Trunks..." Cocking an eyebrow up at them when they suddenly went silent at her comment, the bluenette gave the pair a knowing smirk before suddenly bending one hip to the side, letting go of Gohan as she held up a 'V' sign to her face, "...I am speaking from experience after all...there is nothing in the world more deadly to a young man than an attractive woman..." The guys each blushing that much more, it was hard to determine if it was because of her calling them out for being perverts or the fact that Bulma of all people was acting like a teenager again, either way though it was enough to make Trunks sweatdrop.

"...O...okay...Mom...but...that still doesn't answer my question..." He said pumping his fists up in front of him as if he were getting ready for a fight, though if he was he had picked a horrible opponent in Bulma, "...You didn't keep Eighteen from fighting me for a reason...it can't be because she's a girl..." His blue eyes growing slightly at her response, even Gohan was having a tough time catching onto her reasoning as she nodded in return, the bluenette trying to let it all sink in as much as she could before having to explain it in full to them, "...W...wait...it is because she's a girl...Mom...you know we've fought her before, right?..." The young man with an apparent weakness for certain parts of the female anatomy pausing, the genius finally decided she'd have to lay it out for them.

Rolling her eyes back at just how silly he sounded, Bulma knew they had fought before, and the blonde had won before, but life or death combat wasn't why she hadn't disabled the android from fighting him, "...Really, Trunks, you of all people should have gotten it by now..." Bulma said, her long pony tail moving behind her back with the wind as she went on, aware of Gohan's intrigued look as well, "...But if I must...I didn't put a block on for you because yes, she's a girl, but YOU son, are a virile young man..." Pointing straight at him, despite how calm things had been it felt to Trunks like he was on trial all of a sudden, Gohan's eyebrows going up at her move, the woman smiled, "...Uhuh...You and I both know you find her attractive, what kind of woman would I be if I stopped her from being able to resist an advance?..."

Now it was starting to make sense, and to be honest for Gohan, he was finding it to be absolutely hilarious, the man doing his best to hold in the chuckles at what Bulma had just done, 'Wow! Way to go, Bulma! I never thought you would call Trunks out like that!...' A restrained grin threatening to burst from his lips the longer he stood there with his arms folded behind his head, the older man understood what she was talking about, '...Still it makes sense, I guess it wouldn't be too fun for Eighteen to have to put up with a guy hitting on her...not that she doesn't deserve to be uncomfortable...' The many memories of what the female android had done to him, his family and friends in this time running through his mind was it really too much to ask to let Eighteen enjoy a little karma? With that in mind he was having a hard time figuring out just why Bulma would even care about the blonde having to put up with such a small inconvenience as being hit on as reason to give her son less protection.

"...Now before you freak out, I'm not calling you a rapist or even a Roshi, Trunks, but there's no getting around the fact you...both are into her..." Trunks' temporary shock from her comments stopping him from taking in all of her movements, he missed the bluenette turning back to give the Son man a knowing grin, a look that if he had seen might have made him more uncomfortable than the blonde could ever possibly become, "...So...to avoid any possible lust over a then weak, and former enemy becoming a problem, she will never be weak around you..." Crossing her arms over her chest as she finished, Bulma then uncrossed them when she saw the sad look on his face, one burning red from embarrassment just as much from indignation that she thought he wouldn't be able to control himself one hundred percent of the time, "...Or are you telling me 'blondes with huge melons' aren't your type?...But then again I might just be imagining overhearing that the other night..."

A small puff of smoke leaving his ears while he stood there burning up, finally Trunks shook his head from side to side before responding, "...B...but, Mother...that...that really seems..." Doing his best to try and contain what the woman knew about his interests in the fairer sex, there was still no getting around that look she was giving him, she knew...a lot, so it was time to give up the dragon, "...Ugh...fine...you caught me looking before, okay? But one look doesn't mean I'm like...Yamcha?..." He said a little unsure if he was using the right name, it was either that one or Oolong, although for some reason he remembered his mom saying that guy was more of a pig than just a womanizer, "...I know how to compliment girls...I'm not the kind of guy who just walks up, grabs their waist and makes a weird face..."

Gohan now struggling more than ever to hold back the laughter boiling up within his body at that comment, evidently Trunks had seen him try some of Yamcha's old moves a while back, even still though as good as it was, his explanation wasn't good enough for Bulma, "...And by 'compliment', you mean saying they have pretty eyes, or bringing up their hair style, right?..." Putting her hands on either side of her hips, Bulma shook her head again, the woman deciding whether to smile or frown at him as she knew what a compliment meant to a guy half the time, "...A girl knows she has a nice butt without you telling her, Trunks..." She said as the smirk won the day, taking hold over her features at the blush it caused to spread across her son's cheeks when she spoke, the bluenette then turning her attention to his master.

"...And don't think that just goes with him...Gohan..." The Capsule Corp. genius enjoying messing with the guys a bit before they ended up split apart again, it would be mean of her to let Gohan off the hook so easily, "...I'm pretty sure her back reminds Eighteen of how big her breasts are better than you ever could..." The Son man's cheeks lighting up just as much as her own son's had at her words, Bulma felt she had made her point, and probably twisted the knife in a fair bit for effect at any rate. Still though, she wasn't wrong to do so, as bad a person as the blonde android had been, it would be a breach of the girl code to submit her to advances from certain men because her normally enormous powers were limited against them. And even though she knew Trunks would never push it too far, she had been with a couple guys now that enjoyed a friendly grope as a 'hello'...and boy did Eighteen have plenty to say 'hello' to...

Shaking her head at the memories of both Yamcha, as well as Vegeta, the latter's time with her while a lot shorter than the former's, still leaving a mark on her mind. Turning her attention back to the two blushing men before her, she smiled, ready to get things moving again, "...Anyway, now that, all that is sorted out...how about we get down to dinner?..." That one two syllable word knocking them both out of their state of shock, the half saiyans beamed happily as she giggled at them, "...That's what I thought! Come on inside, if we all get to work, we'll be able to eat before long!..." The pair of them turning to give each other a look they nodded, quickly following in Bulma's wake back into the ruins of the Capsule Corp. building where they all lived most of the time.

Dinner was good, gone were the days of vast feasts as the ones of the past had been, Goku and Vegeta packing it all away before getting back to sparring to see who was best, now the meal was small, humble, but no less enjoyable. Gohan wiping his mouth with a napkin before leaning back in his seat, he let out a groan of content, "...Ahhh...now that hits the spot...What do you think, Trunks?..." Folding his arms behind his head as he looked over at his fellow fighter, he seemed a little uneasy, as if there was something on his mind that had been simmering since their earlier conversation, "...Hey, Trunks? You okay? Bulma didn't get you down about bothering girls, did she?..." Cocking a teasing grin at the younger man, he was happy to at least get a smile in return from him, although he still seemed troubled.

"...Heheh...Not really, I should have expected her to say something eventually...we were kind of obvious, weren't we?..." He said, Gohan nodding back at him in confirmation, all the same though, the violet haired saiyan was still feeling off. Gazing out the dark blank window for a moment, Trunks turned back to his master, "...Gohan...I'm still...do you...do you think if it was you...could you fight beside Eighteen in the past?..." Letting the question linger for a moment, the Son man didn't seem to know what to say first, or at least he was taking his time answering, either way the source of Trunks' troubles were in the open, "...It's just...after all she's done to us...it's one thing check out her body...but you know better than I do a comrade is more than eye candy..."

Gohan nodding along with him, he exhaled, the martial artist unfolding his arms to set them down on the table in front of him, "...Well, you're right about that, Trunks..." He said, first looking at his pupil, the super saiyan then found his gaze wandering over to the hallway, Bulma's bathroom at the far end of it, the sounds of showering still going on, "...They aren't the same...but that doesn't mean they can't be the same person in the end..." Feeling a light tinting of pink spreading across his cheeks the longer he thought of the woman behind that door, her soft pale skin soaking wet with hot water as she ran a cloth up and down her nude form, "...But trust me, I have a feeling now that Bulma's reprogrammed her, after some time fighting side by side, she'll earn that title..." Trunks tilting his head to the side a little at his friend's words, he couldn't figure out why the guy was blushing when he said that, sure he had a point, but still...why the dreamy smile? Gohan directing his gaze back to the other half saiyan though, he smirked seeing Trunks' weird expression, "...And no, I don't mean by flashing the other androids her 'huge tits' either!..."

Trunks' eyes growing to the size of dinner plates at what he'd just heard his best friend and master just say, he suddenly burst out in laughter, the pair of them falling back in their chairs at the very thought of it, it may not be the most useful thing, but it would be the blonde's first positive contribution to society. The door to the master bedroom opening up now, out stepped Bulma, the bluenette's hair cut short, her beautiful locks swept across her forehead with the rest cut into a very short bob. "...I take it you're ready to get going then?..." She said, both men turning to look at her, they were surprised to see her sudden change in hairstyle, even if the rest of her outfit surprised them a little more, somehow though the white shirt and blue jeans suited her a little too well, "...I know you're going back in time, but that doesn't mean you can just sit around laughing all day, ya know..."

Cocking one eyebrow at them as she stood there, hands on her hips, they both smiled, standing up from their seats with an enthusiastic nod, "...Hey, you're the one who just spent an hour doing her hair..." Trunks smiled, the young man grinning back at her while he pushed his chair in, his eagerness to get at it apparent with how fast he pulled on his jacket and sword, "...If I knew you were shaving that much off I could have done it myself..." The bluenette rolling her eyes as the men started chuckling again, she merely walked right on passed them, opening the front door before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a case of capsules.

"...Yeah, yeah, very funny, casanova..." Smirking as she took out a yellow banded capsule before clicking the top, the woman tossing it over her shoulder before the time machine appeared out of a cloud of smoke, "...How about you use those 'charms' on a girl other than your Mother for once?..." Turning to step outside, she stopped, the woman staring up at her creation with a wide smile spread across her face, her figure soon joined on either side by the last of the Z Warriors, "...This is going to work, you guys...it will...I know it will..." The bluenette feeling a comforting arm wrap around her shoulder, another soon joined it, the three of them gazing up at the last of the Capsule Corp. machines with nothing, but unrestrained prayers in their hearts. It was time for Trunks to return to the past, it was time...that the true androids arrived...the countdown had begun, and it started, with the number...20.

The Present, During Vegeta's Return:

"Ugh...my aching head..." Slowly rubbing the top of his skull with one hand, every time he moved his arm the thorny bushes around him scratched and clawed at his tanned skin, leaving long red marks that within seconds began to heal again, "...Stupid...what the hell was that beeping before..." The last moments of his fight with his twin sister flashing through the man's mind, Seventeen recalled it clearly, he was on top, or at least winning for the time being, until a strange signal started beeping in his head, "...And fucking Balloon Tits got me with a sucker blast..." Letting out another low groan of pain as his body continued to bring itself back up to one hundred percent again following his heated brawl earlier, the young man stood up, his eyes shrinking to the size of pinpricks as a thorn caught him in a particularly sensitive area.

The birds scattering in all directions by his startled scream, they got away just moments before that section of the forest lit up with a bright blue light, the trees, bushes, and whatever poor animals had yet to flee evaporating in an explosion of energy! "...Ahhhh...that...that was a low blow..." He said, the man's chest rising and falling even faster than it was before, it was still debatable though which he was talking about, his sister almost frying him, or that thorn catching him in the, "...Wait...a second...h...how did that..." His eyes falling down to look at where the rest of his nature inflicted wounds were healing up alongside the remaining burns and bruises from his fight, honestly he should have seen this one coming.

"...Oh, are you fucking kidding me, right now?..." Holding his hands up by his waist, as easy as it was missing it with the pain he'd been in earlier before his reactivation, looking at himself, there was no getting around it now, "...That dumb bimbo didn't just knock me out, that energy blast destroyed my..." The evil android's long manhood looking straight back at him when he gazed down at himself, it was true, Seventeen was absolutely completely naked, possibly not as much as he had been when he arrived before landing in the bushes, but whatever was left of his clothes following Eighteen's attack were done away with by the pulling thorn bushes, "...Great...like I needed to go shopping before finishing her off..." The man brushing some of his own short black hair out of his eyes, he perched his fists on his hips as he looked around him, the foliage that had been surrounding him before gone following his outburst.

It seemed like he was in a park, or something very close to it from all the stone paths leading off in all directions, even still though there didn't seem to be many people around, perhaps because most people were actually out working… "...Well at least I don't have to deal with a horde of female fans..." Closing his eyes as a smirk made its way over his mouth, Seventeen could feel the pride oozing out of his expression even without seeing it for himself, he knew he was good looking, even if so far in this time period all he'd had to confirm it were...guys. Shrugging off those uneasy memories from the ladies club he'd so unfortunately fallen into upon arriving in the past, the brunette grinned, "...Although I suppose I could entertain one or two girls while I got dressed again..."

Starting to enjoy himself for the first time since he had taken Gero's smug head off and walked through the time gate, Seventeen smirked, allowing the cool breeze to blow between his legs for the very first time, "...Heheh...the wind ain't too bad...I think I know now why sis got so mad about me never letting her suntan topless..." Chuckling to himself at how he always seemed to get her, bringing up his current floozy to swim in the pool together whenever they found a quiet place to relax. Eighteen always complained about how annoying her constrictive clothes were so obviously the best way to mess with her would be to stop her from getting comfortable, "...Too bad, if the breeze felt half as good on her huge tits as it does on my cock then no wonder she got so pissed..."

Standing there smirking with his eyes closed, laughing away, Seventeen was totally unaware of the West City Senior Park Walkers Group coming by until it was too late. The young man opening his eyes, they suddenly popped wide open when he saw the group of a dozen or so old woman in front of him, each of them ogling his naked body for all it was worth! "Wow! Would you look at that one!" "They didn't make them like that in my day..." "Do you think he's a model?" "I think so, he has a lot to be proud of..." The many conversations going on in front of the android about the android getting much more sexual by the moment, Seventeen could feel his cheeks starting to turn blue when he noticed that not a single one of them seemed to have her eyes above his waist.

"...And just like that I think the wind is starting to feel too revealing..." He muttered to himself with a gulp, the nude man's eyes dropping down to confirm that yes, there were in fact a dozen old women getting an eyeful of everything that made him a man. Closing his eyes once more he let the frustration pass, instead an evil smile appearing on his lips, "...Sorry, ladies...but I think this part of the show is over..." Reopening them again, he stared back at the enamored group of seniors as he raised a hand up in front of him, a blue ball of energy appearing within his palm, "...Don't worry though, because round two is going to be a blast-" The ball suddenly dissipating into a puff of smoke, all the same though the old women took off for the hills, moving at the whopping speed of one and a half miles per hour as they darted towards the exit of the park.

Seventeen left standing there, as alone as he was naked, he looked at his palm, the man only then reading his internal energy levels, "...Great...of all the times to go dark..." He said, slowly shaking his head before dropping his hands, the man taking a few steps forward and inspecting his surroundings once more, "...Whatever...no one around here can stop me even if I don't have enough energy to blow things up..." Checking over his reserves, he still had a power level in excess of five hundred, which meant that he could fly or punch his way out of things without using blasts, "...Well...I guess I should get something to wear..." His earlier experiences with that crazy blonde chick that ran the strip joint making him smirk though, he certainly wouldn't mind getting a nice piece of ass like her now, too bad at the time he was too traumatized by the lipstick men to get his libido up high enough.

Lifting slowly off into the air Seventeen flew a couple blocks before setting down again on main street, and instantly the fact that he was a naked man making his way down the sidewalk was garnering plenty of attention, "Hello, there, handsome...Glad you decided to hang around..." One purple haired woman commented as she walked on passed him, her big poofy ball of hair on her head shaking a little when she winked at him, making a point of showing him just where she was eyeing him as she gently rubbed against his bare shoulder when they crossed paths, "...Don't change, believe me, what you have on is much better than anything you'll buy around here..."

The dark haired man returning the girl's wink, while also giving her receding ass a long look as she left his view, Seventeen grinned, folding his arms confidently behind his head so as to show off as much as he could to the populace he would one day destroy, "...Go ahead...take it in, ladies..." He smirked, now that it was the young and beautiful ogling his dangling manhood instead of the elderly, which was bound to happen considering how he was. It was a lot more obvious how well-endowed Eighteen was than Seventeen, considering the blonde essentially had a pair of honeydew melons stretching out her shirt wherever she went, but her brother was packing just as much down south as she was in her vast northern frontiers, "...I know your boyfriends have no shot at giving you the show a stud like me can..."

Relishing in the jealous and otherwise intimidated looks he was getting by men passing by with their girlfriends or wives, said women all cupping their hands over either their eyes or mouths in shock at Seventeen's nude member swinging around between his legs, the android took in a breath of fresh air, "...Yeah...get an eyeful while you can...because it may be your last..." Opening his eyes again to deliver a finishing stare to a boxer with short black hair, the android stopped, his gaze looking up at the sign bearing down over him in bright yellow and blue lights, "...N...no...no way...but...but how..." The sensation of a small feminine hand landing on the nude man's bare shoulder making him freeze, he recognized that voice that then came from behind him, the smugness practically leaking through the sound waves.

"So you decided to transfer, what a surprise...Not that I really blame you...the city location tends to get more traffic..." Looking back through his dark black hair in terror, he was right, those confident green orbs staring back at him, somehow against all odds they had met again, "...City girls tend to be a little wilder, you know...they're more open about enjoying what a man like you has to show em'..." Giving a small chuckle at the end of her sentence, Launch tightened her grasp on the low energy android, her bushy blonde hair blowing around her face in the passing breeze, not that her hair was the only thing being battered around by it, "...Seventeen, but a little older, right? I remember a stallion like you anywhere..." Keeping that wide grin on her face, she slowly moved her arm around to wrap across his shoulders as she stood beside him, the blonde making a point of letting him know she wasn't looking him in the eye.

His teeth gritting together in panic the man was still frozen, although completely ignoring the many looks and gasps he was getting from the passing crowd outside the West City version of the famous ladies club, "...L...Launch...h...hey, baby...how's it going?..." He said, the guy not chancing a glance into her supple cleavage right now, as hot 'a piece of ass' as she was, the guy was in no shape to try taming her, but she on the other hand seemed more than eager to put him in his place, "...I haven't seen you since...since..." The android's abrupt departure from Launch's strip club evidently still fresh in her mind by the way she was looking at him, he guessed that the repair bill was still rubbing her about as pleasantly as the thorn bushes were him when he woke up.

"...Since you blew a hole in my roof and flew off?… No I haven't seen you...but I gotta admit, as an attempt to get your job back this is one hell of an effort..." Flicking her golden eyebrows up and down several times as she looked over the front of his bare body, the blonde finally stopped, her voice dropping its earlier aggressive tone, "...So don't worry...I think with this spirit you'll earn the money back in no time..." Gently unraveling her arm before giving the man a firm pat on the back, she kept her hand on the back of his neck as she started leading him into the front doors of the club, an alarmed look coming over his features, "...And believe me...by the time you're done you won't want to leave like you did again..."

Marshaling the shell shocked android in through the old western style doors of the 'establishment' a roar of applause erupted as all the girls inside caught a full frontal view of the naked android man, "...B...but Launch...I...I have things to take...take care of..." Stammering, the male's light blue eyes darted around the room, the place looked the same as the other one, except somehow despite being the middle of the day it was packed. Trying to see if those weird men were there as well, Seventeen stopped when he heard that beeping in his head again, a signal that by the sounds of things was coming from the mountains, "...Listen...c...can't we deal with this another way?..." He asked, trying to leave as fast as possible, even at five hundred he had a gut feeling the crazy bitch was still too much to handle physically, but she was a business woman after all.

The hand keeping him walking suddenly letting go, Seventeen swallowed when Launch walked around to stand in front of him, all the girls in the club stopping to watch the apparent showdown between boss and stripper, "...So you want to work off the damages some other way, eh?..." She said, the blank frown on her face slowly rising up into a smirk, the man nodded back at her, his dark hair moving to the sides as he opened his mouth to reply only for it to slam down on his tongue right as the first sound came out, "...Well I think I can find anotherway..." Launch only smirking that much more as Seventeen's face lit up a dark shade of red, the man freezing completely as he felt a strong hand wrap around his helpless member, the many catcalls erupting around him as the blonde slowly pulled him closer to her by his cock almost drowning out what she said.

"...Yeah...I can think of a lot of somethings a man packing as much heat as you are can do..." Brushing some blonde curls out of her eyes, those green eyes that continued to inspect him like a piece of meat, the android man's many wonderful...or horrible traits cast aside so that he was taken merely for his body, a shiver ran up his spin when he felt Launch's other hand drag itself along his unprotected head, "...And all of them will involve you rewarding my loyal patrons with this long...long...long...ugh..." Seventeen's horrified face beginning to calm down as the woman started wheezing, she let go of his manhood to cover her nose as everyone else looked on, "...Ugh...I...I mean...mean...mean….AHHHHH….CHOOOOOOO!"

A seemingly momentary fritz in time occuring right in front of him, gone was the threatening blonde haired club owner, now, standing before him was a doe eyed bluenette, "Ummm...who are you?… And where is your shirrr—IIIIIRRRRTTTT!?..." Letting out a high pitched squeal when she looked down at the apparently shirtless man's body, the newly transformed blue haired Launch felt her face light right up at seeing everything Seventeen had to offer, sausage and biscuits and all! "...Ahhhh! I'm sorry! I didn't take your clothes! There's more in the back though!..." Cupping her hands over her eyes to keep from seeing any more of the embarrassing sight in front of her, Launch stayed just like that, albeit with some shaking every now and then while she waited for the naked man to leave.

"...Uhhh...o...okay..." Feeling almost like falling over as what he was witnessing was just so insane, Seventeen shook his head back and forth to compose himself, he had no idea how it had happened, but when she sneezed the crazy blonde bitch had transformed into a meek bluenette, "...Thanks...I guess..." Still too weirded out to actually do anything at this point, the future man made his way to the back rooms of the strip club, that beeping still going off in his head, the signal only growing louder and louder the longer he ignored it, "...Damnit, I get it already! Calm down will ya?..." Yelling to himself as he walked passed the last of the tables, Seventeen didn't even register the bachelorette party leaning over their table at him as he swung on by them.

Arriving in the rooms meant only for the other dancers at the club, he paused, "...Now...about getting some new clothe...yes...that will do..." Freezing in place when he first saw the clothes rack, the android instantly went for the third outfit hanging up in front of him, "...Heh...who said that cops always have to be the good guys?..." Smirking wider than ever as he slipped on the faux police officer's uniform, even he had to admit that despite his distaste for the law, the black pants and ebony leather police motor cycle jacket suited him down to the bone, "...I know they don't..."

Turning to look himself over in the mirror, Seventeen lowered the aviator sunglasses he had on before pulling them back up on his nose again, "...Better look out sis...you don't want to get all goo goo eyed for this lawman..." Starting to laugh at the memory of his balloon chested sister when he'd caught her hitting on a cop that was trying to stop them, the blonde leaning a little too far forward to be just asking for a brake, he knew that even though there were way better outfits on the rack than this one, he would never get the same amount of fun out of them messing with her as he would this. After all there was nothing in the world that was more enjoyable to the smirking young android than throwing his sister's spectacular assets back in her face.

"...Because if you do...no amount of saggy cleavage will save you from getting a ticket...this time..." At last feeling his energy levels starting to rise again, Seventeen's face lit up in a grin as he shot his hand up to the roof, the blue blast of energy erupting from it destroying the ceiling of the club once again, "...Oops...I guess I caused that poor girl some more trouble...oh well..." Slowly rising up into the air, it was then that the beeping started getting louder again, a grimace forming on his lips the louder it became, "...Agh! And if I don't stop this fucking beeping soon everyone is going to have some more trouble!..." Taking off at full speed towards the mountains Seventeen had no notion of what it was he as going to meet once he arrived at the signal's origin, but he did know one thing...and that it was ending...now.

A/N: And we are back in action for the new year, though obviously so much later than I ever expected to be. Sorry to you all for the long wait in between chapters, I've had this one written for a while and edited since early this year, it was just how things worked out sadly. I get a lot of self-esteem and enthusiasm from reactions to postings and if I am feeling extremely bad I just don't have the energy to put anything out there since I still have to write the authors notes etc here. All the same I LOVE writing this story about as much as I can a DBZ fic, the series has always been my favorite since early in my life so it is a joy to bring some of the humor to the Android Saga that was the mainstay of the original Dragon Ball.

Speaking of humor I have been carefully going over feedback both from reviews as well as messages, that is including the guest reviews I remove because they are just too negative to want to see every time I check out the reviews, though I DO pay them mind. I'm glad that readers like the style of humor of this fic, specifically Eighteen being either hit on by the Z Warriors or mocked by her brother about her especially large breasts. I know that sometimes I do overdo it, but am trying to make things more balanced, and that means spreading it out so it is not in there without a purpose most of the time, and then other times a lot when it's related to the plot. A good example being with future Seventeen who likes to piss his sister off by constantly mocking her well-endowed melons as well as assuming she is slutty, which she clearly isn't. His character in this is much more abusive than the regular Android 17 is in the present who is more of an ass than anything. The reasons for this I have been getting a lot of good guesses on though I won't be saying who, if anyone, is right as of yet.

Good news though is Trunks is coming back to the fun, and who only knows how that will be considering Eighteen remembers him perving on her a bit...not that any of the other guys are much better at this point, and who can complain about some more Launch in the meantime? I know my current poll is still active, and I am going to keep it up for another week or so to fully let it flesh out since people are still seeing that my biggest story has been updated. Trying to keep polls and results of polls specific to series updated on results in stories of that series so I will give the results of the current poll on the next Natsu's Bouncy Fairies chapter then we'll see about making a new poll.

I think I've rambled on enough for now, and I almost didn't get to making this final edit to the chapter to allow me to post it this morning so I am very glad I was able to. Thank you all so much for all your support, both in private messages as well as in reviews. It is a blast writing this story and the interactions between the Z Warriors and a ecchi anime version of Android Eighteen; I do LOVE seeing her blush at having her girls pointed out XD. Feels good to be back in action and I will be doing my best to get the next chapter of this story out there as well as others written to get them in the editing room. So for now please let me know what you thought of this chapter with some sort of REVIEW it would do so much to keep me going...seeya next time!