Invisible Android Chapter 6

By Dragon Warrior

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The next day of training was hell. Vegeta made her and Trunks do a 100 mile run, and with the saiyan-blood flowing through Trunks' body, he thought of it as the battle of the sexes.

She ran. And ran. And ran and ran and kept on running. Her body ached, her mind was going to explode, and her feet were rubber. But she kept on running.

They each started on opposite sides, so whenever they passed each other Trunks would grin evilly and run faster.

Silver groaned and drank some more of her water, then glanced at her lap-watch. 24 more miles to go, and this torture will be over. She told herself, pressing for some more speed.

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After a while, Vegeta ki-searched his future son and the android. He stood perfectly still ( don't you just hate that when he does it? ) on top of a sandy cliff.

Veggie-chan!' He raised an eyebrow in irritation at his mate's high-pitched voice.

Don't call me that! What is it woman!'

Bulma came up to him, and he sensed a ki besides hers. The little boy.

Veggie, shouldn't you give the girl a break, and take care of our son?' Chibi Trunks wailed on cue, making him twitch at the closeness of the screaming.

I'm busy, and she needs training physically badly since she depends on her mental powers' He grumbled, wiping away spit on his face coming from Chibi Trunks.

Give her a break Vegeta!' Bulma sighed and walked back inside, going coochicoochicoo' to Chibi Trunks to calm him down.

Baka na females' He grumbled, then realized that Silver and Trunks were done as they headed towards him. Actually, Trunks was carrying Silver as she hung tiredly in his arms.

Trunks came up to him. I won, father'

Vegeta grumbled. Whats wrong with her'

She collapsed on her 92nd mile. I'll go take her to her room' Trunks looked down at her pale whitish skin and flushed cheeks.

After you take her upstairs its another round for you' Vegeta said.

But-'

No buts. This time only 50 miles'

Sigh.... Yes father' Trunks walked into the building.

Once he came to the floor where Silver was in, he was surprised. For a few days she had been living here, and her room seemed.... well, strange. No one had ever gone in there except the robots, as her rule.

In every wall space, there were pictures of people, them, the Z-Fighters, and some of her and the androids who he presumed used to be her closest friends.

As he set Silver on her neat bed, he glanced at her mirror. It had a picture tucked in the corner, and he leaned to get a better look.

It was a picture of her and Seventeen, her head in his lap and them holding hands. It looked extremely old, especially since it was in charted black and white.

They aren't couples.. Are they?' He wondered, then moved to the far balcony side of the room where there were more pictures.

Snap shots of all of them, doing normal day activities. Gokou eating a whole chicken, Gohan playing with his dragon, Vegeta fighting, Piccolo meditating, Krullin with some girl, and him sleeping. Was that the best snapshot she could've gotten of him? Him sleeping??? Trunks laughed.

But some other pictures weren't of the fighters. Some of them were of Dr. Gero, performing experiments on gadgets and doing surgery on some androids.

Trunks wondered where she got these pictures from. The android pictures were fuzzy looking, and old.

Silver stirred, letting out a little cry like a squirrel's cry before being eaten by a crocodile. He guiltily whirled around and walked silently up to her, thinking.

Could it be possible that she had those pictures in her head? As in mentally, then got them on paper somehow? Does she have like a printer attached to her or something? If that is possible, maybe she could help us.. I wonder...' He thought out loud, studying her eyes and remembering the ones with diamond-like figure. He noticed that she had changed completely since the explosion, but just one tiny detail was there.

She still wore the same double-earrings since the day she crashed into him. Slowly, he bent over her and brushed her silver hair away from her face. Trunks lowered, and lightly touched her earring delicately, as if she was a fragile thing. His blue eyes narrowed as they focused on a small letter carved in each earring. She had two earrings on each ear, so it made sense.

|R

R|

|R R|

Red Ribbon Army....' He whispered, just as her lips trembled, and tears started to pour down her face and Trunks jumped away from Silver.

He heard her mumble something, but he couldn't make it out from all the crying noises. Hurriedly, he ran out the door like a scared chicken, thinking she was her android-psychotic self again.