Part Two

"Trunks...?" she repeated almost in worry.

In a calm and cool anger he motioned her back with his hand. "Quara, get back."

In almost a puzzled way she didn't move, just staring up. Trunks, his hair now glowing a gold color, looked down with now pale green eyes. "I said get back, Quara."

Her eyes turned watery and she stood her head. "You're not gonna hurt her are ya Trunks?"

He didn't reply, but looked back forward. She shook her head, almost in tears, running forward towards Eighteen. The rest of the community told her to come back, but she did no such thing, but turned to stand her ground. Trunks just continued to stare on, not saying anything, as Eighteen stared back with shattered, terrified eyes. In more so, she wondered what this girl was doing, knowing how misinformed she must be.

"I'm only going to tell you one last time," He snapped his arms one way, narrowing his eyes. "Move aside."

She shook her head again. "Nuh-uh! You don't understand, she's just like me! She's an orphan too! She's got no family either! Everyone in this community at least has someone; a brother, a sister, a parent, a grandparent, but I've got no one!"

"Do you have any idea who that is?" Trunks questioned.

"Yeah, her name's Eighteen."

"Do you remember what name's I told you they were?"

She thought for a moment, but blinked, shrugging.

"Seventeen and Eighteen. The one you're protecting is an Android."

There was a large gasp from around, a great silence following. Quara turned slowly to face Eighteen, shocked to hear this. Her eyes look pleading as if wanting to know it was true, and Eighteen nodded her head. There was a long pause of hesitation, when the girl grinned, looking back.

"Why should I care?" Again, a large gasp, Trunks's eyes widening in surprise. "See, my parents didn't die 'cause of the Androids, they died of the heart virus before the cure came around. It didn't really matter to me in the first place that the Androids existed anyway; I had no life from the start. Besides, she had to have changed somehow, 'cause if she was still alive wouldn't she still be killing?" The community seemed to relax, but Trunks did not let down his guard.

"What makes you so sure she didn't just use you to lure her here?" Trunks questioned.

"'Cause I just know," she stated simply.

Once again a moment of hesitation, when suddenly Trunks began to walk forward. Quara stood back a little, but remained sturdy. But as if in some sort of spell he had cast, Trunks was able to nudge her slightly out of the way, coming face to face with the Android. He just stared, his eyes narrow with the glow of his golden aura. Eighteen did the same, but her eyes still wide in question of what he was going to go.

As she should have anticipated, though, he suddenly reached out his hand, wrapping it tight around her neck. He held her up off her feet, his gaze unwavering in even a thought of mercy. Quara screeched, trying to pull his arm away as she cried. But it was no use. The ki around him was so strong that it literally repelled her, making her fly back and skid across the ground.

His hatred grew so deep within him he didn't even give the slightest indication of worry. Though she was all right, Trunks just continued to stare coldly into the window of Eighteen's soul. If she even had one would be the matter of her living, or Trunks finishing the job.

But finally, he spoke. "So, do you have any reasons why I should let you live?"

"Because..." She really had no explanation because, but just only why. From where she had wrapped it around his wrist, she dropped her hands, not really caring anymore. Trunks could somehow see this, but only tightened his grip because of it.

"Well? Do you?"

"I only have... a will. My will tells me...that I don't want to be what I was. I don't want to be the killer that I was. My regret is that I can't take it back. But...will you let me live...to make up for what I've done..." Trunks's grip loosened slightly, seemingly believing her. "Will you...let me see life as it should have been...?"

Trunks did not answer, but only continued to stare. He didn't want to believe, believe that she could be something different than what she was. All his life he'd pledge to get revenge on those who had killed his family, his friends. And now that he had her in his grasps he didn't want to let go. He knew it was wrong, but inside he wanted to see her suffer like he had suffered, like so many had suffered. But with that voice of sincerity she had kept him from doing it. It literally raged him to the brink of snapping her head off like a chicken, but eh just couldn't do it.

It was only when he heard a voice did he get the thought of letting go.

"People overact to things they cannot understand. Though the most feared evil at one standpoint, the greatest friend they could be the next. That is the way the human mind works, and yet those who would do they same still do not understand..." Quara stated, her eyes low in a calm state of anger. Everyone knew she had words beyond that of an eight-year-old, and it seriously creped people out when she said philosophy things like that. But at least it got the point through, for Trunks scoffed, letting her lose to the ground.

He stared down at her as she gasped for breath, looking up soon after. "Fine. I'll let you live with the guilt you possess. But if you dare touch anyone of these people I swear I'll make you suffer ten times over!"

And with that he turned, walking away with his hands in his pockets. He told the second leader of the group that he'd be back in a few hours, because he was going to tell the other communities. Really it was because he wanted to blow off some stream before he killed anyone, along with that, and so he left the minute he finished.

Eighteen remained on the ground, still panting for air. Quara had come over, standing there with a bleak smile on her face. She looked up at her as she stood slowly, shaking her head.

"I think you just got on Trunks's bad side," Eighteen stated.

Quara shrugged. "Oh well, he'll get over it. He's gonna have to, since I'm libing with him and his mom."

"You are?"

She nodded with a wide grin. "Uh-huh, and that means you're gonna have to live with them too."

Eighteen's eyes widened. "Um, I don't think that would be the greatest idea."

"Who else are ya gonna stay with? Everyone else is scared to death of ya."

"Good point."

"And since you're like my big sister, you can stay where I stay!"

"Big sister?" Eighteen asked in question.

"Yeah! You're an orphan like me, so you're like my big sister, ya know? So sister's gotta stick out for each other, right?"

"I suppose you are right. The only question is do you if people hate you for it? For if you are now related to an Android...?"

"Ha! Like I care! They'll either get used to me bring the little sister of you, or they can have that grudge the rest of their lives. Don't matter to me!" She waved her hand. "Now come on! I'll show you to where you'll stay!"

Eighteen followed the little girl into the yellow building, where they were greeted with a scream.

"W-w-what...! How in...!" Bulma stuttered in shock, soon looking to Quara. "Quara, what are you thinking?! Do you have any idea who that is?!"
"Uh-huh, Aunt Bulma. This is my new big sister Eighteen!"

Bulma almost fell back fainting. "QUARA!!! THAT'S AN ANDROID!!!" she screeched.

"I know. But don't worry," she said with a smile, "she's different now. She doesn't want to be like she was."

"How in the world are you so sure of that?!?"

"I just know," she stated. Bulma seemed to relax, strangely, and look to Eighteen, who was puzzled by how this little girl could be trusted so much in her word.

"Where are you going to keep her, then?" Bulma asked.

"I was going to let her stay here, if you don't mind, Aunt Bulma."

Bulma looked back to Quara in worry. "Did you tell Trunks?"

She nodded. "Yup, he already knows."

"He wasn't too happy, was he?" she questioned.

"Nuh-uh. Not too happy, no. But does it matter? He'll get used to it, right?"

"I suppose," she sighed. "And in no offense it may be the best place to keep an eye on her."

"Then do you think you can fix her up?" Quara asked. She pointed to the jean jacket, where some wires were exposed out of it.

Bulma shrugged, still in a bit of shock. "Maybe. But for now just get her to her room. We'll think it out in the morning.

"Morning? How late is it, anyway?"

"It's nine o'clock, Quara, and past your bed time," she said in almost a scold. "Now get to bed before Trunks comes back."

She nodded, soon showing Eighteen up to her room. As she flipped on the light she told Eighteen to lock the door after she left...Just incase. So that's what she did.

Eighteen could hear Quara close her door a few doors down, but that was all. After that, she was left to her quiet solitude of the room. As she sat down on her bed she wondered how she got here. Wondered how she came from the cold, wet, almost dead world that she did, to a warm, caring world she was in now. This little girl even thought of her as a sister, even though she had only met her about four hours ago. But, since she was now an orphan too, she was a good thing she had someone to consider...family. Quara would be a much better sibling than her twin before.

But she wondered how she could live the rest of her life, trying to be something where her whole life she was a monster. A cold blooded killer. And though she had survived one day, she wondered if she would survive the next...