Sorry this is so short. I promise that the next part will be longer. :)
"Okay," Kyrie smiled. Just then, Marron walked into the room shouting with glee that she had just kissed Trunks on the cheek.
"I think Trunks likes you," Bulma laughed.
"Marron, what did you do that for?" Krillin began to scold her.
"Shh, Krillin, Kyrie was about to tell a story!" Eighteen fumed.
"A story?! Well, I want to hear all about it!" Marron exclaimed as she crawled up on a stool. "I'll tell you all about me and Trunks!!"
Everyone laughed breaking the tension that was suddenly stifling to everyone.
"Okay, little one. I will tell you all about everything I suddenly know," she smiled. "You see, my mother died when I was very young.
I was sent to live with my father when I was six years old. My father never paid much attention to me; he was obsessed with getting revenge on
someone named Son Goku."
"Goku," Krillin said as he thought of his friend who had left the Earth seven years prior. Kyrie went on to explain how the only way she
could get her father to pay her any mind was to take up computers. She learned everything she could about them; how to program them, take
them apart, how to build one. In fact, she helped him create the first Androids.
"The first Androids?" Eighteen asked.
"Yes, you're Eighteen after all. The first Androids just fell apart. They were just hybrids on the way to discovering how to blend flesh
and machine. By the time we finished Sixteen, Father had made that discovery. Sixteen was more machine than flesh, but by combining them in
Sixteen; he learned how to fully mesh them in Seventeen."
"How did he find me and Seventeen?"
"You and Seventeen were street urchins. He found you on the streets of South City. He offered you a chance to have a better life-- as
assistants to him in the lab. I had no idea that he was intending on turning you into Androids. He gave you both a powerful drug in your food
one night, rendering you almost comatose."
"Do you remember anything?" Krillin asked his wife.
"No, it's a blank."
"Okay," Kyrie smiled. Just then, Marron walked into the room shouting with glee that she had just kissed Trunks on the cheek.
"I think Trunks likes you," Bulma laughed.
"Marron, what did you do that for?" Krillin began to scold her.
"Shh, Krillin, Kyrie was about to tell a story!" Eighteen fumed.
"A story?! Well, I want to hear all about it!" Marron exclaimed as she crawled up on a stool. "I'll tell you all about me and Trunks!!"
Everyone laughed breaking the tension that was suddenly stifling to everyone.
"Okay, little one. I will tell you all about everything I suddenly know," she smiled. "You see, my mother died when I was very young.
I was sent to live with my father when I was six years old. My father never paid much attention to me; he was obsessed with getting revenge on
someone named Son Goku."
"Goku," Krillin said as he thought of his friend who had left the Earth seven years prior. Kyrie went on to explain how the only way she
could get her father to pay her any mind was to take up computers. She learned everything she could about them; how to program them, take
them apart, how to build one. In fact, she helped him create the first Androids.
"The first Androids?" Eighteen asked.
"Yes, you're Eighteen after all. The first Androids just fell apart. They were just hybrids on the way to discovering how to blend flesh
and machine. By the time we finished Sixteen, Father had made that discovery. Sixteen was more machine than flesh, but by combining them in
Sixteen; he learned how to fully mesh them in Seventeen."
"How did he find me and Seventeen?"
"You and Seventeen were street urchins. He found you on the streets of South City. He offered you a chance to have a better life-- as
assistants to him in the lab. I had no idea that he was intending on turning you into Androids. He gave you both a powerful drug in your food
one night, rendering you almost comatose."
"Do you remember anything?" Krillin asked his wife.
"No, it's a blank."
