A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to post another update to this story, or even another chapter or fic in general. Things are finally starting to calm down after the hurricane decided to wreck all our schedules for no reason whatsoever so we'll see how consistent I can be now. It was a good while coming in the editing room, but at long last the newest chapter of one of my favorite stories to write is ready! Enjoy! Last time, on Gohan's Blonde Future, with Vegeta thoroughly shown who is the stronger fighter, things started to calm down. But even with a new addition to the previously all male Z Fighters things were far from calm. The darkness of night starting to set in it is time for some rest before the coming storm hits. Though will having an attractive, yet powerful new girl added to the gang let any amount of calm set in? Find out that and more on this next episode of Gohan's Blonde Future!

That Night, Bulma's Dining Room:

It had been one hell of a day, and that was just for the people not embroiled in combat or risk of life throughout the entire ordeal, Eighteen, Gohan, and Goku had done all the fighting for the group, but they weren't the only ones still panting from it all. Krillin had stared death in the face when Eighteen flipped on him, and Yamcha, well… No one could say he was undeserving of a few slaps for his lewd comments about the blonde's body, but his many near death experiences with her had him looking at almost enough good karma to catch an eyeful of any girl. Still though, the worst was saved for Bulma, having almost been physically toyed with just for the evil Android Seventeen's amusement, she was glad to see night come.

The hearty sounds of chowing down one of the only two that seemed to follow Goku wherever he went alongside punches being thrown, everyone was happy to set in for a nice, long, Capsule Corp. feast, even their smallest, "Come on...let the dragon fly into the tunnel..." Bulma said as she made yet another goofy face, the bluenette holding up a small green spoon emblazoned with a one star dragon ball on it, an ironic gift from her father after all her adventures looking for them, "...Don't leave him out in the cold...open up..." Sticking her tongue out at her son, everyone watched Trunks finally spread his mouth wide open before engulfing the spoon full of mushy peas, "...There we go, haha!..." Smiling as she dabbed away the excess from the little boy's mouth, at least looking like a crazy person in front of her friends paid off and he finally ate something.

Really, even Bulma was having a tough time believing how great a family of friends she had, when it came right down to it, most people probably would have up and abandoned her when they found out what she'd done. Vegeta was still more or less their enemy, hell years ago he had tried to kill them all and had been partially responsible for some of their deaths, including her now ex-boyfriend. But when they found out she had willingly slept with and was pregnant with the child of the man, there was never any doubt of their love for her. 'Apart from the shock of it all, none of them said a word to criticize me...' Looking up over the group as they continued to eat once more, while it hadn't been something she'd thought of before, now that she had she appreciated how wonderful they were in accepting her actions and her son with open arms.

"...You know...I really love you guys..." Bulma suddenly spoke up, catching the lot of them off guard, Yamcha in particular blushing more than the rest, the bluenette simply shook her head, gently pushing away what he was thinking, "...No silly, I mean, it's just been so awesome how nice you all have been to Trunks..." She said, the rest of the group now looking at her, she sat up in her seat, holding her glass up to everyone, "...You're the best group of friends a girl could ever ask for!..." Grinning joyfully along with the rest of them as they blushed, raising their glasses along with her, even Trunks started waving his bottle around as she spoke, "...And I know that when the bad androids come tomorrow, you're going to kick their asses!..."

The table of Z Warriors beaming at the blue haired mother, they cheered along with her, all of them taking a drink of their beverages while Goku continued swallowing the other half of that dinosaur he'd been stuffing down. Watching the entire scene unfold from where she sat on the other side of the Brief woman, Eighteen became deep in thought, the girl staring at her plate the more she wondered just what it was that kept all these people so happy together. 'Strange...none of them seem remotely alike...' She thought as she scanned over them, even Goku and Gohan, despite being father and son the pair were eons apart, similar, yes, but aside from a few congruent actions they had completely different personalities, '...It's a wonder they can evenstand one another...'

Her gaze moving around the table it didn't seem to stop at just them either. Yamcha, while Bulma's files told her the baseball player had a heart of gold hidden beneath his philandering exterior; his love for aggravating women did a good job of concealing it, '...If that man makes another joke about how big my breasts are I think I'm going to snap his neck...' Eighteen thought, the fact that Bulma ever dated the guy blew her mind, she knew the bluenette didn't have the same figure as her, but the woman was more than curvy enough to draw the same kind of comments all the time, '...She must have been punching that dumbass out more than she was kissing him...' The blonde figured, observing him as he joked around with the bald one, her sensitive hearing momentarily picking up the story about a purplenette stripping her clothes off in front of them before tuning out again.

Speaking of that bald one, well the shorter one, the tall one seemed rather unremarkable as far as her files went, and indeed he had been in meeting him, not a perv and not hyper, but plain. Sure he had a third eye, but she was cybernetically enhanced, Goku was an alien, Gohan was a hybrid, Bulma was insanely smart, and virtually all of them could fly so it didn't stand out too much, '...The other one though...Krillin...why do I keep thinking he's...'cute'?...' The thought once more echoing in her mind there was just something about him that appealed to her on a feminine level, perhaps it was from their earlier skirmish, '...He defended the honor of an ex-girlfriend...I admit not many guys would do that...' Pondering over it for a few more seconds, she swept those thoughts aside. Her mission was to protect Gohan, and quite frankly she wasn't that easy as to let one act sweep her off her feet, let alone give the time of day to a guy that wouldn't stop ogling her.

Being as beautiful as Eighteen was, it had never been too hard finding a guy who would go gaga over her, at least until either he found out she was one of the killer androids, or her brother showed up and blew him up before he could as he'd say 'bang my sister'. Shaking her head at those many memories at least she wouldn't have to deal with that happening anymore, '...Not that it matters...none of these guys are my—' Her eyes lighting up as the full frontal image of future Gohan standing naked in front of a mirror flashed before her eyes, her blue orbs dropping down lower and lower below his rock hard abs, her face suddenly flushed bright red as she heard the sound of an elephant in her head.

Staring down at her plate of burgers and a salad, Eighteen snapped her head to the left as she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder, "...Hey, are you alright, Eighteen?… You're looking kinda red..." Bulma said leaning over comfortingly towards the other woman, said blonde instantly rearing back when she saw her approaching her face, "...Oh...uhh...I guess you're fine then...you looked kinda distressed for a moment there..." The bluenette said sitting back in her seat, it was then that Eighteen spun around again, this time more than a few faces gazing back at her since her abrupt change of demeanor. To say that a girl as severe and uptight as she always seemed to be looking a little disheveled and sporting a blush was a nice sight would be an understatement.

Yamcha taking advantage of the surprise chink in her stony cold armor, he flashed one of his trademark girl killer smiles at her. Eighteen merely looking away from the short haired casanova, unfortunately for him Yamcha was anything, but the type to be easily dissuaded, even if the girl was super saiyan strong, "Ey, no need to get bashful around me, beautiful..." He said, the man taking her momentary weakness as a sign she was loosening up enough for him to have more than just a shot at getting punched by her, "...You know there's no part of your body the Yamster wouldn't take care of like only a real man can..." Moving both of his eyebrows up and down in a wave as she turned back to look at him, his eyes made a beeline for the blonde's deep valley of cleavage. Her white shirt having repaired itself from the earlier fight, though it still showed more than enough to draw attention, "...Even if a couple parts of you look like a lot more than even I could take care of with just my hands...heheh..."

The guy continuing to make an ass of himself as he made faces at the now quite 'un' flustered blonde, both he and the poor sap, Krillin, sitting next to him recoiled in terror as Eighteen rose up a glowing pink ball of energy in the palm of her hand at them, "...Okay, that's enough...we can all calm down, around here, right?..." Speaking without even a hint of fear in her voice Bulma gently grasped her fellow female's hand before lowering it again, the ki blast disappearing as she did. Turning to look at the android, she smiled, albeit with a little embarrassment on her end, "...You'll have to forgive him, apparently Yamcha hasn't learned his lessons with Eighteen from this afternoon..."

Looking out the corner of her eye at her former man, Bulma gave him a stern 'don't push our luck' look before turning back to the rightfully angry girl, "...You see, Eighteen, he's a moron, but he's our moron so we kinda don't want you to kill him..." She said with a smile, the bluenette giggling at her own joke while the time traveler simply looked between them, Bulma's smile quite different from the cheesy nervous grin coating the man's face as he tried to look as harmless as possible, "...I know he's been hitting on you a lot though, so I'm sure he knows just how annoying he's being..." Her face contorting on each of those two words as she smiled menacingly back at her ex before looking at the blonde again, making sure he got the point before her favorite dining set was blown up; the one little Trunks burned last week was bad enough!

Thinking about what Bulma had to say for several moments, Eighteen finally calmed down, banishing the thoughts of murdering the impudent dumbass across the table just as she did the ones that had made her blush so much in the first place, "...Hmmm...okay...I guess I won't kill him today..." She said, the relief on Bulma's face causing the bluenette to cheer even while some of the others were still cautiously stuck on the word 'today' as a clear sign she was still considering it for the future, "...But I would like to hit him with something..." A weary look being exchanged between Yamcha and Krillin, the boys had no idea their long time female friend had given her the OK until Yamcha felt a burger explode against the side of his cheek.

Feeling the messy beef patty, ketchup, and cheese slowly sliding down the side of his face alongside bits of destroyed bun, the man was just about to let out a tired sigh when he heard giggling, but it wasn't coming from Bulma. Looking over across the table, Gohan was still lowering his arm from where he had thrown the burger at the man, Yamcha first wanting to give the boy a look of betrayal for what he'd done to him, he paused when he saw Eighteen...giggling? It was amazing, ever since they had met the blonde android she had been stern, uptight, and not particularly feminine beyond her appearance, but now all they could hear was some of the cutest, girliest laughter they had ever heard, that is of course until they looked down...

"...You seeing what I'm seeing?..." Yamcha quietly asked his bald headed friend sitting beside him, the pair of them simply staring dumbstruck at the happy, smiling android as she giggled away at how ridiculous he looked with burger all over his face. Krillin slowly nodding up and down, even Tien was finding it hard to eat at this point with everything going on, the matter only getting that much worse when he looked over at her too. No one knew if three eyes meant a man could blush in three places until today. The blonde's own blue eyes slammed shut as she laughed away at the spicy food coated dummy, the lucky men at the table were now enjoying by far the biggest perk about making a girl with her anatomy laugh. Falling back in her chair the more she giggled away at just how stupid Yamcha looked, Eighteen's huge natural thirty four double E breasts were bouncing around quite merrily in her tight white t-shirt.

Taking in the jaw dropping sight of a beautiful girl bouncing completely out of control in front of them, they didn't mind at all that she was laughing at them. A pair of wide dreamy smiles spreading across their faces as Yamcha, Krillin, and even Tien stared at the blonde's big boobs bouncing up and down, the cleavage in her shirt only getting deeper and deeper the more she breathed in to laugh, "...She hit me in the face with those whoppers any day..." Yamcha sighed, his face relaxing along with his friends the longer they ogled the well-endowed blonde from the future, it not even mattering to them that one day she might actually kill them, just not in the way they wished, "...I don't know why we keep getting incredible chicks like that in our group, but you won't hear me complainin',eh Krillin?..." Elbowing his buddy next to him, the monk just nodded along with him, his little dot eyes moving along with the heavy jiggling of Eighteen's hypnotic double Es. She was one hell of a looker, the girl having had them dumbstruck before either of them found out she was stacked higher than even Goku's burger.

Even Bulma who noticed the weird faces they were making found herself trying to reduce the pink blush on her cheeks when she looked over to see what everyone had gone silent over. The bluenette figuring it out with just one look at her android friend, she quickly averted her eyes...since it wasn't like she had already seen the full picture or anything. 'Oh, Kami, I'm so glad mine don't bounce out of control like that...' Bulma thought to herself, the girl knowing full well how badly she would react to putting on a show like that never mind, Eighteen. The buxom babe still pointing mockingly at Yamcha the more she laughed at him, Goku was about the only one not staring; even Gohan was dumbstruck, the boy frozen in time as thoughts of girls that were still slowly growing in his mind made themselves known to him. The sole person who really looked uncomfortable though was Piccolo, who still for the life of him did not get what it was with the excessive fat sacks on female humans his friends found so enticing.

A small, happy smile spread across her cheeks now, Eighteen at long last calmed down, the blonde tilting her head to the side when she saw the three boys passed out in their food across from her, "...The hell is their problem?..." She said turning to Bulma, the bluenette sporting a bit of a pink blush herself at what she'd just witnessed, she merely shrugged, instead directing the blonde to the person who had thrown the burger. Gohan still bent forward on the table, the boy just managed to pull back out of the way when Eighteen turned to face him. Considering what had happened so far though if her fail safe against hurting him had clashed with how she'd react to the boy's face ending up between her breasts it probably would have been a story killer. Thankfully for everyone on Earth and beyond Gohan managed to pull his face out of the danger zone just as she faced him, "...Did you really throw that burger at him, Gohan?..." Eighteen asked, her voice so much more relaxed than it had been only moments earlier, a fact that Bulma quickly jotted down in her head.

The young man nodding away the blush on his cheeks, Gohan grinned up at her, "Yeah, you betcha! Dad's always said there is nothing like good food to get people quiet!..." Enjoying the moment with her, he was happy to see her smiling when he opened his eyes, how intense his new guardian always seemed to be was really at odds with how happy his friends normally were, "...I figured when you said you wanted to hit him, a burger would be a better option than sending him through another of Bulma's walls, heheh!..." The kid laughing, the group already had one severe person after all, and it worked for Piccolo, the strong silent type, but Eighteen didn't strike him that way, not by a long shot. Looking up at the blonde, that smile he had put on her face still beaming down at him, she really did look...beautiful?

Finding himself staring at her with not a single word leaving his lips now, Gohan fell silent as her own pink lips started to move, her big blue eyes staying on him while he realized something, '...Wow...Eighteen really looks...pretty right now...' The words bubbling up in his mind not at all with his say so, the boy simply couldn't look away from her, his gaze entranced by the sheer power of her feminine appeal, '...I...why can't I stop looking at her so much?...' His eyes roaming all over her face, for some reason he was just stuck like this, helplessly watching her lips move, the muscles under her pale cheeks with a hint of a rosy blush from her laughter going alongside them the more she talked to him, '...I've never gotten a feeling like this before...'

Struggling with a lump in his throat that finally went down after a hitch, the guy was oblivious to his protector's eyebrow moving up, Eighteen wondering why on Earth he was staring at her like he was, "...GO-han! What are you staring at?..." She said with a giggle, her blonde hair moving around her face as she picked up her drink, sipping back some of the sweet lemon lime cocktail before setting it back down again, "...Gohan?..." The android bending forward a little to get a better look at him, the kid just seemed to freeze then, even her upbeat voice failing to get through to him, "...Hey, are you alright?...You're turning a little red..." Reaching out to press her open palm against his forehead, she didn't feel any heat coming off of him in the usual sense, though despite the lack of a fever he did seem rather… "...Strange...your heart rate just jumped dramatically..." The blonde girl leaning in just a little more to take another pulse from him, it only seemed to increase again as his face turned an even darker shade of red.

A few streaks of steam beginning to rise up from the young man's head, it was then that Eighteen turned her head back to ask for Bulma's opinion, though at the same time she stayed much as she was. With her hand pressed against Gohan's forehead, and the opening of her shirt hanging down right in front of his eyes… '...Eight...Eighteen...yo...your shirt...it's...' The seeds of possible feelings for his blonde bodyguard leaving him in that moment when she first leaned down in front of him, all Gohan could possibly think about now was just how deep the marshmallow valley he was staring into was, '...I...I'm not trying to look...just...' His whole body failing to respond to him, the view he was getting just too much for his young mind to comprehend, he was stuck there, the open front of Eighteen's white shirt lining up perfectly with his head as she pulled him down by his forehead.

Practically holding the boy's face to the exposed tops of her huge boobs, Eighteen managed to catch Bulma's eye, the bluenette turning back to her from her son, "...Hey, Bulma, can you take a look at Gohan?..." She asked, keeping her hand right where it had been on the lad, the Capsule Corp. scientist tipping her head to the side at her new friend when she asked that, "...I don't know what's wrong with him; he doesn't have a fever, but his face is burning up..." Listening to the android speak, Bulma couldn't see much, though there was the obvious steam coming up out of his hair, which in her experience could only mean… "...Bulma...I really need you to check him out...now..." Eighteen's voice darkening on that last word, it was a clear threat in case the other woman wasn't getting how serious any potential problem with the boy's health could be to her mission.

The bluenette's cerulean eyes traveling over what she could see, she closed them as she got up with a sigh, Bulma moving those long legs of hers slowly around the blonde until she could get a good look at what she already knew was the cause of the 'steam'. "...Mhmmm...Mmmmmm Hmm..." Standing there with her hands on her hips, she smiled, her blue pair of eyes first going to the bright red faced half saiyan on her left, they then slowly moved over to her right...about two inches to her right to find… "...Hmm...Well I think I figured out what the problem is..." Bulma said with an amount of mock seriousness, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked between the boy and the two heavy mounds of female fat he was deftly close to being actually squished between, "...Though I don't think you're going to be very happy about it..."

Her words causing Eighteen's blonde hair to jump up in concern with her, those two inches closed to one as her girls gave a hefty bounce, the movement...movements that caused Gohan to emit even more steam than before, "...Don't play around with Gohan's health..." She said, her voice beginning to raise some, the heightening pitch garnering the attention of the rest of the dinner guests, aside from the one who just couldn't seem to not stare at her anyway at least, "...My mission is to keep him safe at all costs so if you know a way to help then you need to tell me..." Her eyebrows furrowing the more she thought about it, it hit her, the increased pulse, the lack of any ability to speak...could it be? "...Bulma, do you think Gohan could have the heart virus Goku's going to get?… Because if you do we—"

Everything the blonde was saying cutting off in the moment when Bulma leaned into her, the older, but still fairly youthful woman whispering something into her ear, it was then that Eighteen looked down, her eyes shrinking to the size of pinpricks before suddenly she bolted up from her seat, "...I...I need to go outside for a minute...excuse me..." Turning around so fast she literally walked through her chair on her way out, destroying the meek item with a couple stems from her shoes, the blonde exiting the room before anyone else could say a word. With the android gone, all eyes then turned to Gohan. The steam only just beginning to cease spewing up into the air above his head when Tien spoke up, the man deciding to ask what had been wrong...though mostly for the sake of the clueless saiyan sitting next to him with a face full of burgers.

"So...Bulma, what was getting Gohan so worked up?..." He asked, already expecting the look he knew was coming from the bluenette even before she turned his way, the triclops rolling his third eye when it came, how did he know he was going to get the 'you know damn well what' look from Bulma? "...And for the record I'm not asking for my sake...I'm asking for..." Deftly pointing over at Goku beside him, the mighty warrior still stuffing his face with a fifth helping of fries, Tien swallowed the momentary agitation he felt when Bulma's expression instantly changed for him, "...Yeah...you know..." At the very least getting some good karma for helping the father out, he went back to eating, the guy at this point wanting to forget how lucky these Son guys seemed to be sometimes.

That annoyed look on her face seemingly changing in a heartbeat to one of affection when she set her cerulean eyes on Goku, Bulma smiled, "...Heh...yeah, I figured he would be just as oblivious as always..." Taking a moment to bend down, the bluenette quickly fixed up the still blushing Gohan so that he was facing his front again, the heat that had been taking up his face slowly disappearing as his skin returned to its normal pale hue, "...It's nothing to worry about just yet, Goku..." Beaming at the older saiyan sitting across from her, she stepped back over to her chair, taking a seat as she prepared to get back to actually eating something, "...Though at this point I could name a couple of things more threatening to your son's health than the androids arriving tomorrow..."

A small giggle leaving her lips while she took a sip from her drink, Bulma earned a few snickers and chuckles from across the table at her sly remark, though Gohan continued to remain a little dazed, Yamcha on the other hand was as up front as always, "...Yeah, sure having Eighteen's enormous boobs bouncing around in his face is worse than a pair of killer androids..." He said, the guy leaning back in his chair a little, the obviously jealous look on his face slowly leading back into one of knowing pride when the martial artist turned his gaze back onto Bulma, recalling just how sexy she was back when they first met.

"...After all...back when Goku first transformed into a great ape..." The memory of that incident churning up many good thoughts for a couple of members of the group sitting at the table, in an instant though the womanizer ruined it, "...I was way more focused on you shoving your tits in my face than the rampaging ape, right Bul—AGH!" The former bandit turned pro baseball player holding his nose in pain, how a 'normal' woman like Bulma could throw a plate that hard was beyond him, but as the laughter picked up even more at him getting what was coming, no one noticed the second empty chair at the far end of the table…

Capsule Corp. Terrace:

Short strands of platinum blonde hair blowing neatly in the night air, the breeze picking them up starting at her bangs before slowly flowing along underneath them until the last of her silk had fallen back down again, the process repeating with each passing gust of wind, Eighteen stood there looking out at the city below, West City. Even though she knew she had seen this city and others like it thousands of times during her rampage with her brother in the future, never had the skyline looked so beautiful, the many building shining their lights up into the night sky. Just standing there looking at it all, time just ticking by, the android's blush had finally faded when she'd gotten out here, though somehow a holdover from dinner had seemed to follow her still, "You can stop pretending I don't know you're there..." She said, not even bothering to move her head as she called the man out, his long white cloak fluttering behind him as he stepped out into the moonlight.

"Wow...Either I am getting old or you really are as good as Goku says you are..." Cracking a small smile while he took a few long strides over to where the blonde was standing, even as he stood beside her, his mass easily head and shoulders above her own delicate feminine frame, he knew better than anyone how little that mattered, "...Do you mind if I join you out here? Dinner parties have never been much my thing either..." Folding his arms in front of him to look out across the skyline of West City with her, the 'killer' android in the flesh, the Namek still kept a weary eye on her, the blonde's actions so far being a mix of very respectful at the best of times and explosive at the worst as Vegeta found out first hand.

A few moments passing by them, a small breeze once more rifling through her thin strands of golden silk and his flowing cape, Eighteen's expression still didn't change, "...Sure, go ahead...just don't think of commenting on what happened back there..." The blonde bending forward to rest her own arms on the outer railing, she closed her eyes, basking in the cool night air to try and calm herself down a little more, "...I don't know if there's a block on killing you, but I don't mind finding out..." Opening those crescent blue eyes of hers to look up at him, the green alien nodded at her, a wise move even if he was far from the type to bring it up, "...Good...I'm getting tired of fighting today anyhow..." Another moment, and another breeze passing between them, Piccolo thought about what she said, the word 'block' at long last the missing piece to the puzzle he'd been trying to decipher all day.

"...So that's it then. You have a mental block on killing certain people..." Moving his dark eyes to the blonde girl she remained motionless, neither confirming nor denying what he was saying, though at this point he was certain he was right, "...A fail safe Bulma put in, right? That way if something goes wrong you can't turn on us..." Mulling it over in his mind for a North City Minute, it all made sense now, how she always seemed to be holding back with certain people, yet others she would just let loose on without any care in the world for what might happen, "...It's a smart move though I doubt it is as interesting to the person it's binding to..." Shooting another glance her way she still was yet to move, the girl standing there like a stone statue, looking out like a maiden across the sea only that first part was where the resemblance ended, "...All the same though...you didn't seem affected when fighting Vegeta earlier...interesting don't you think?..."

Holding her pose just a little bit longer, it was then that Eighteen at last took a deep breath, the android from the future turning around, her back leaning into the railing as she rested her elbows against it, "...No, there isn't a block on that scumbag if that's what you're asking..." She said tucking some blonde hairs behind one ear as she turned to look up at him, her blue eyes opening in full if only to confirm something more important to him, "...Though whether you choose to believe me or not I was holding back considerably..." Another deep breath causing her chest to expand, she slowly exhaled again as she leaned back, basking in the night's glow while the Namek continued to look out at the city below, a realization hitting her, "...You're not like the others back there, are you?..." Eighteen asked, her light blue orbs moving up the easily over six foot tall alien to meet his gaze when he turned to look at her, "...For starters you're the only one that hasn't tried to picture me naked…"

A low grunt of amusement coming from the tall man's mouth at that statement, it normally wasn't his thing, but that was enough to make even someone as serious as Piccolo laugh, "...Heh...no I haven't had that cross my mind...although I bet Yamcha and Krillin have some pretty good sketches going..." His words causing the android to smile a little herself now, she looked away for a moment, the pink blush that clouded her cheeks evaporating almost the moment it started to appear, though not fast enough to escape Piccolo's notice,"...And not that I want to chance death, but speaking of...that..." The Namek being careful in choosing his words considering what the blonde had only minutes before threatened to do if he teased her over anything that had happened before. If he was to know a little more about these 'blocks' of hers he had to ask, "...I couldn't help noticing earlier...that even when you realized Gohan was looking down your shirt...you didn't strike him...now is that because there is a bigger block on him or..."

Scrunching her lips up into a small scowl while she listening to his question, Eighteen couldn't decide if she respected its depth or it mentioned enough to warrant a little probing of how far she could beat him before getting zapped, either way she wasn't giving him everything in her response, "...My mission is to protect Gohan not kill him..." She said, resting her body on the railing like she had been, her eyes turning back up to meet Piccolo's dark orbs when she spoke, her voice calm, yet full of warning, "...I'm not going to compromise that just because I inadvertently gave the boy an eyeful..." Pushing herself up again so that she was resting on her feet once more, even the Namek couldn't help noticing the heavy bounce her boobs made as she stood up. Eighteen starting to open up some, at the very least Piccolo wasn't another perv and on top of that he seemed to be one of the smarter members of the Z Warriors, "...At the end of the day I have to keep Gohan safe...and besides I can't really blame a kid his age for staring at my breasts..."

His dark alien eyes still locked on the round globes sticking out from the blonde's chest, all the Namek could think about was the dopey look the Earthlings got when they stared at them, "...Heh, as often as I've observed it I still don't get it..." A small smile once more warping Piccolo's usual sour serious expression as the man chuckled at her remark, Eighteen rose a blonde eyebrow at him, the green man merely shaking his head in amusement, "...Never mind...I guess it's an Earth thing..." Making sure to bring his eyes back up to meet hers fast enough to keep her from thinking he was ogling her too, he smirked, "...I for one still can't understand the obsession the men here have for those deposits of fat on women's chests..." His tone suddenly dropping, even Piccolo's mind started to slow down slightly when Eighteen leaned back again, and those huge double Es of hers bounced around inside her shirt, "...Even if yours are really...particularly...large..."

Eighteen's expression wavering on the edge of tipping on over into anger at his comment, or staying where she was having an actual half decent conversation, she chose the latter, "...Thanks, you know if an alien didn't tell me I have big tits I probably never would've noticed them..." Leaning back even further against the railings, Eighteen sighed, her usual stony demeanor dropping for a moment as she rubbed her forehead, "...Ugh...As nice as it is being away from my brother you guys are really starting to get on my nerves about that..." Her eyes closing while a small scowl spread on her lips, Piccolo couldn't help staring at her as she spoke so much more candidly than before.

"...Just because I'm not murdering everyone you know doesn't mean I need to instantly become a piece of eye candy..." Opening up those big light blue eyes of hers, Eighteen turned to look up at the Namek again, her blonde brows furrowing at seeing Piccolo's eyes dart from her eyes and back when her boobs bounced with her abrupt movement, "...And before you get too comfortable making your 'observations' about my body..." The android girl said, holding onto the railings to the point that they started to bend in her small gloved hands, "...Let me make one thing clear to you..." The blonde pushing herself back onto her feet, Piccolo was too busy meeting her cold, murderous gaze to notice her boobs bouncing up and down as she slowly rose into the air to meet him eye to eye.

"...I was sent here to save your world… Don't make me destroy it just because none of you can look at me without your minds going into the gutter..." The Namek's face starting to twitch as he could feel the anger radiating off of the blonde, even without her exuding any ki he still got the feeling of just how much power she had from that look, "...Blocks or not I will kill anyone who pushes my buttons too hard..." Piccolo far too concerned with her brewing anger and far too mature to laugh as Yamcha would at her interesting choice of words, all he could do was stare into her cold blue eyes while she went on, "...I am not going to deal with one of you pulling my clothes off or coping a feel as well as Bulma does..." Making her point as clear as the fact that she had indeed all the power she needed to make her threat become a reality.

Eighteen setting back down on her feet again, her smaller stature not at all relevant anymore, "...And even if you're not the one to do it won't mean I'm not going to kill you as well..." His own observations of how violent Bulma got, and rightfully so, at the things Eighteen was talking about happening to her, Piccolo gulped at the implications, the blonde nodding at him, "...That's right...that goes for that old pervert as well...he tries one lecherous thing with me and you're all done..." Eighteen turning around to gaze back out at the cloudy night sky laid out before them, her arms folding between her chest and the bent metal railings, she at last seemed to cool down again, "...So just keep that in mind...because at the rate this mission is going I'll need a day to relax on the beach..." Her short silky blonde bangs blowing across her stern expression, her mood seemed to ease slightly as she finished, "...Then I can finally enjoy some peace...without anyone yanking my swimsuit top off for a laugh..."

Eighteen's intense threat seemingly devolving into a rather personal revelation about her previous life alongside her brother, Piccolo was glad to feel the atmosphere calming once more, "...Well if it helps I'll do what I can to keep that from happening..." The seemingly endless breeze blowing over the unlikely pair, he spoke up again, though sure to keep his observations about her well-endowed figure to himself, "..All that aside; what is going to happen tomorrow?..." He asked, watching a certain pink car fly across the sky, a familiar looking man with metallic features and a long braid sitting in it, "...You were there the first time after all..." His expression now taking on the sternness hers previously had talking about her consistent problem, Piccolo watched her a she stood there, motionless while her thoughts were her own, "...You were part of the reason everyone on this planet might end up dead if we're not careful..."

Not missing the hint of distaste in the Namek's voice when he said that last part, Eighteen shrugged it off like she hadn't killed at least half of the people back in the other room on the day ahead of them, the girl instead replying as she would to anything else, "...Hmmph...tomorrow they're going to arrive right where that punk from the future said they would..." Moving her right hand to point to the South in the direction of Amenbo Island many miles over the horizon, "...After that I can't say really...Seventeen and I walked around for a while before we got started, but then our present selves may act differently..." Feeling her bangs fall back across her eyes, she recalled that day perfectly, the busy streets, the tourists, the many stores to look through, and of course… "...Hell, the only reason we even started blowing stuff up was because some blue haired bimbo at a beach shop called my brother 'not her type'..."

Listening to her with growing concern, Piccolo couldn't help from jumping when she stated that in all likelihood things would play out much differently than how it did when she was one of the two culprits committing the crimes, "...What!? Are you telling me that for all we know the androids could just fly off and start their rampage somewhere else?!..." His fists beginning to shake the longer he stood there like that, teeth gritting together in panic while the blonde just turned to look at him, the Namek's heightened state not bothering her in the slightest, "...No...No way...and all it took to set him off was a girl telling him 'no'?..." Watching Eighteen slowly nod her head up and down Piccolo could feel his fangs grating together now the more he thought about it; so this was where the world was, "...I see...billions of lives hanging in the balance with all it taking to risk them being a minor annoyance..."

Watching what was likely the smartest of her new male allies boiling with rage over how insignificant everything that lied ahead was bound to be set off by, he was just about to let it get the better of him and yell at the mass murderer leaning calmly over the balcony when a third voice broke the silence surrounding them, "So that's how it's going to be, huh? Funny how everything we get into sounds so simple, right, Piccolo?..." The night watching pair looking up from where they had been silently mulling things over, though only the word 'calmly' applied to Eighteen, both were surprised to see Goku standing behind them, "...It was the same way back on Namek, remember? If everybody had played nice everyone would have gotten their wish..."

Stepping over to the two of them, as much as the blonde seemed to hide her surprise, Piccolo's jaw nearly dropped, after all that was probably the most astute thing he'd ever heard come out of Goku's mouth. Hell, in all the years he'd known him the guy only ever seemed to become that focused when he was talking about fighting or detailing his order for dinner, "...Heh...Just like old times I guess...actually..." The older saiyan taking a moment, he had never noticed it before, but looking at the blonde girl, she wasn't nearly as short as the tyrant from across the galaxy, but gazing upon her now did remind the man of Freeza to an extent, "...Hey Eighteen, I never noticed it before...but you're a girl, aren't ya?..."

Both Piccolo and Eighteen nearly falling backwards over the railing and down onto the grass below at what was probably Goku's most idiotic comment ever. The blonde didn't know if she was glad that she had one more guy to put in the 'not hitting on me' category or annoyed that it wasn't obvious she was a woman, "...Yeah, I'm a girl...What gave it away to you?..." She asked him, looking up at the two tall muscular men towering over her, really if she didn't already know she could crush either of them without too much effort she might have gotten a little concerned. Considering each of them was well over a foot taller and much bulkier than she was, "...And before you answer give your brain a minute to figure out which answer's the fatal one..." Eighteen visibly irked by Goku's complete inability to distinguish the obvious differences between a man and a woman, the irony wasn't lost on her.

A large cheesy grin and just as wide blush covering the saiyan man's cheeks at that response, Goku feverishly started rubbing the back of his head, the big dummy already regretting how he'd managed to phrase something like that, "...Heh...well a couple big things stuck out, heheh...but I didn't mean it like that...heh..." Holding both of his hands out in front of him now, he kept on blushing, keeping his eyes closed so that he wouldn't see the increasingly pissed off look on her face, even if Piccolo felt he had basically asked for it, "...I meant...you don't look like a super strong fighter...Not like me or Piccolo or the others at least..." Feeling enough relief to put his hands down when he didn't feel the android 'girl' specifically girl, put her fist through his face, Goku opened his eyes again, the guy starting to smile when he looked at her, "...You're much smaller than we are...and really if you don't mind me saying look like a younger blonde Bulma..."

Not even bothering trying to decipher the Goku speak coming into her ears at the moment, Eighteen just crossed her arms over her chest, her distinctly blonde hair tilting down to touch her shoulder as she spoke, "...Yes? And what's your point? Are you saying having a small little girl like me kick your ass makes you feel bad?..." Keeping that frown of hers on him, the man paused, closing his dark caring eyes before shaking his head back and forth, the look he gave her when they opened again one she had never actually gotten from a man...at least...not for her skills in combat.

"...No way! I just think it's amazing how strong you are!..." Pumping his fists up when he said that, it was clear just how excited the guy was just to have someone who could clearly wipe the floor with him, to know there was still someone out there to beat, to overcome, "...The fact that you're a girl like Bulma doesn't change the fun in fighting you..." Both Piccolo and Eighteen watching the mightiest of the Z Warriors getting all charged up and ready for another battle, the guy seemed more like a kid on Christmas Eve than a guy facing the end of the world. He was Goku at the end of the day though, a fact that left Piccolo with only a grin on his face, "...It just made me think, ya know? Freeza was pretty small, and weak looking too...but still he gave me the best fight of my life!..." Ki coursing through his muscles the more he thought about that battle, and then the sparring match he'd had with Eighteen that day, he just knew that there was bound to be even more fun like it on the horizon, "...So trust me...I don't mind if you look like one of the girls in Master Roshi's magazines; I only care that you're giving me a new level of strength to beat!"

Goku at long last finishing his little speech, Piccolo smiled, Goku was right after all, no matter what happened, no matter the odds this was just another challenge for them to get through, just like they had every time before this. The super saiyan just as giddy as ever, suddenly the night got that much darker for him than the others as finally Eighteen dug through enough of the 'ROSHI FILES' to see what exactly Goku meant when he called her a 'magazine girl'. Her black gloved fist slamming into his jaw, the guy was out like a light, not that it was a bad thing...with such a fight as the one on the day ahead looming over them, it was likely the only way he'd be getting any sleep in the first place. The blonde spinning back around on her heel again, she leaned back over the railing again. Watching the calmness of the night go by, her big 'magazine girl' assets taunting her as they slightly bounced under her nose, Eighteen shook the blush away. But while Piccolo stooped down to pick up his napping comrade, he was the only one who could hear the suppressed giggling coming from just through the open glass doors.

Tucked away around the corner and just out of view through the sliding glass doors to her family's terrace was none other than a certain grinning bluenette. Bulma having to cup her hands over her mouth just to keep from laughing out loud at what Goku had likened Eighteen to, just when she thought the night couldn't get more entertaining it suddenly had, 'Heheheh! I'm glad the big dummy never called me that one in the time we've known each other...' She giggled to herself, squeezing her eyes closed to try and further contain just how much of a breath of fresh air that comment was to the rest of the conversation she'd overheard, it was nice seeing someone else being the center of ecchi attention for once,'...But as much as I feel bad for you, Eighteen...At least Goku didn't take your clothes off to be sure you're a girl...' Looking back at the fact that her oldest friend had actually had the gall to pull her panties off while she was sleeping, Bulma couldn't help from laughing at that fact even more, '...Though something tells me it annoys you just as much how obvious it is that you're a girl with all of your clothes on!

Struggling to keep her laughter to herself, the well-endowed blonde's continuous struggles with her large natural breasts so much funnier to her than she would ever have thought, her mind fell back to that previous thought. 'Heh...Even if just thinking about what Goku did back then makes me want to scream at him...' Bulma feeling a small smile spreading across her lips, somehow it didn't bother her as much as it normally did when she replayed the following events, '...Giving that pervert, Roshi a world class view of my naked...' Her cheeks darkening into a bright shade of crimson at knowing full well how much the old man had enjoyed seeing her eighteen year old womanhood, she couldn't keep the smile on her face from shining on. Hearing that idiot friend of hers say such lewd things so innocently...it really was what she needed...to take her mind off of what was to come, '...I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but even still...I do know that Goku will be with us...and that's all I need...'

A/N: And there we have it, after a long day's fighting both the evil Seventeen as well as each other more than a few times, the Z Fighters are at last ready for the battle ahead of them. At least nothing dangerous can happen once everyone retires to their own rooms… Right? Right? Anyhow, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter even if some of it is filler, and other parts just to have some more fun writing gutter minded Yamcha at Eighteen's expense. It was actually pretty nice having a moment of seriousness between Eighteen and Piccolo since he is after all the one guy who doesn't give a damn about her voluptuous body. I think I'll end up writing more of them, and to be clear not with any intentions of Piccolo getting lucky with her haha! Eighteen has enough between Yamcha and Krillin mentally undressing her to have a Namekian trying to bed himself a busty Earth Girl.

I know there is still not a lot of major development between Gohan and Eighteen, the fact that he is a kid does a lot to hamper what I can write between them as well as his personality. Gohan at this point in DBZ is still innocent, not that he isn't still fairly innocent by the time of the Buu saga, his mind is young and not nearly as mature as the others. That is why I write him the way I currently am in the story, he has some depth, but being a kid his thought processes are a lot more simple than adults' are. Anyone interested in seeing what I mean can watch the later parts of the Saiyan Saga and especially the Namek Saga. During them Gohan is strong and does a lot of thinking for himself, but his personality is still mainly surface level.

All that being said though I know even when he is at the age that he is during the Namek and then the early stages of the Android Saga, Gohan isn't anywhere near as oblivious to girls as Goku is. While Goku never batted an eye at seeing Bulma in a bunny suit, wearing a swimsuit, or even having her boobs exposed by Krillin, Gohan has blushed more than a few times at lesser things. So don't think just because Gohan's only physically 10 at this point in the series and doesn't think in a sexual manner like older men do, he doesn't notice things like cleavage or specially large breasts. I can personally attest to both of those being pretty distracting when I was 10 even if I didn't know why beyond that they made me feel good to look at. Just a personal note there to clarify a few things and others…haha! To sum all that up though, while Gohan's development with Eighteen isn't beyond a familial bond so far, that doesn't mean he isn't very aware of her as a girl.

I am looking forward to when he becomes a teenager as the DBZ timeline progresses in this story that I can write his character with the evolving depth that age gives him. By my observations Gohan starts to become more than his Buu Saga self than his Namek Saga one around the time he is in the hyperbolic time chamber. Just be aware of all that as the story goes along, it wouldn't exactly be in character to write kid Gohan as wise and developed mentally as the people in TFS do. Speaking of which, bonus points to anyone who noticed the likeness to TFS Android Eighteen when she's talking to Piccolo! So anyway, while I'm going to keep writing Gohan as the kid that he is for as long as he is one, you can expect a much deeper level to his character as he gets older throughout the Android and Cell Sagas. Plus, seriously what's funnier than a young man STRUGGLING to go through puberty while constantly being around a blonde with huge natural boobs?

I thought so. Now before I leave you to let you all shower the chapter with maybe one or two reviews and several random requests, here's a new DBZ poll! I'll save the results of the Fairy Tail one for the next update concerning that series so this one will be just Dragon Ball Z focused. This new poll is of course already up on my profile so go ahead and make your two votes! The poll is, 'What Do You Like Most About Gohan's Blonde Future?' I am asking this so that I can get a better understanding of what I'm doing well and what readers of this story like most. Obviously I am enjoying having this well-endowed and curvy version of Eighteen being the reluctant fan service girl of the story and I try to blend in a lot of dragon ball style humor. Action fighting scenes are something I am trying to get better at, but I know I have plenty to improve on. So please vote and let me know what two things make this story fun to read. See you all on the next update!

PS: On a more personal note though let me give my most sincere thanks to everyone who has been keeping up with this story. I know updates have been slow for a while now, and the recent bad reviews have not helped my motivation. But looking over the many, many loving reviews before them I can't stop smiling. Thank you all for telling me how much you enjoy this story and my writing in general. It means more to me than I can express in words. So from the bottom of my heart thank you all and if anyone would like to chat about the story or just bounce ideas around I check this site often. I can't wait to keep writing this story and finally fix my writer's block on chapter 19 so that I can keep posting. See you all in the poll!