Hi everyone, I'm back! I have a new direction that I want to take with this
story, so I had to rethink where I wanted to go. But now I'm trying to get
back into action, so here is the next chapter.
Disclaimer: "My word, you're smoking Mr. Popo! Are you all right?" - Kami, after Popo gets fried by the previous Kami.
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"Okay," said Goten, addressing Marron and Trunks who were leaning against each other on the couch, "we need a new plan of action." He paused and paced around the room, absently messing with bandages wrapped around his arm. "We indisputably got our butts blasted off the face of the earth in our last fight, so we need to prevent that from happening the next time we go up against 17."
Marron looked at him skeptically, "Goten, you do realize that we have been trying to do that for our entire lives right?"
"But now I'm here." said Trunks, curling his tail playfully around Marron's waist.
Marron laughed, "Mr. Ego is here! We're all safe now!"
In response Trunks smirked and started tickling her mercilessly. He would have continued until she admitted defeat, if he hadn't been knocked over a few seconds later by a well aimed pillow, courtesy of Goten.
"Look, this is serious. How are we going to deal with this? I'm all out of ideas." Sighed Goten, disheartened.
"Well, I have been around the galaxy, so I do know more techniques than either of you, and I know a thing or two about androids." Trunks pointed out.
"What do you suggest, any specific ideas?" Marron questioned.
Trunks pondered for a moment, "Do we know of any weaknesses 17 has?"
Goten snorted, "Weaknesses? You fought him too, did you see any vulnerability? I was too busy being knocked unconscious to notice much."
"Well Marron's part android too, so maybe there is a weak spot that goes along with the cybernetic technology" Trunks said.
"If only it were that simple." Marron remarked dryly. "Dr. Gero was no fool, he was careful with his designs."
"So, what can we do?" asked Trunks.
"I wish I knew," Goten replied.
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17 sat silently in Dr. Gero's lab, his physical damage had exceeded his expectations. He would plan more carefully in the future. Ah, yes, the future. 17 was not stupid, he did realize that he lacked a goal, a purpose for existence. Sure, he could finish his job of killing of his niece and her cohorts, but then what would he do? The novelty of killing innocent people wears off all too quickly; they were so weak and stupid that it almost became tedious to end their pitiful little lives.
He almost let out a small sigh. He missed his sister, too bad he had to kill her. 18 had been a balancing force in his life. 17 felt that he had lost his purpose; perhaps what he needed was a new objective to bring more focus into his existence.
His eyes drifted around the ruins of the lab, and came to rest on one particular clump of machinery. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a cold, deadly smile. This promised to be quite entertaining.
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Marron snuggled up against Trunks on the couch. Goten and Kuririn were asleep, so no one would interrupt their time together. Ever since their first kiss Trunks and Marron had been practically glued to each other.
"Hey Trunks?" Marron asked, "What are your plans for life? You didn't exactly ask to be stuck here, so what were you going to do next?"
"Well, I was searching for other remaining saiya-jin, but it looks like Goten is the only other one, so my quest seems to be over. Growing up, my father and I just wondered, we didn't have anyone or anything to be tied down to, so we drifted. I don't really know how to live any other way, and planning ahead isn't exactly part of that way of life." Trunks responded.
Marron smiled, "I guess I can understand that. My whole life goal has been defeating 17, I never really thought about what I would do after that. From our track record, I'd say that I won't ever really have to worry about it. Don't think I'll live that long."
"Well, since neither of us have any plans, we should stick together." Trunks suggested.
"I guess I could stand hanging around you for a while longer." Marron teased.
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Marron crawled into her bed and curled up underneath the blankets. She knew that a healing body needed sleep, but it was hard for her to clear all the busy thoughts running through her head.
She closed her eyes and listened to the familiar nighttime sounds echoing through the house. A small creak alerted her attention, but she told herself to ignore it. There was another faint sound, and this time Marron took notice. These weren't the normal quiet noises she was used to; it was almost like someone was inside her room.
Marron didn't have time to ponder that theory before she felt a tiny prick on her arm and faded into oblivion.
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Please review!
-aqua_illusion
Disclaimer: "My word, you're smoking Mr. Popo! Are you all right?" - Kami, after Popo gets fried by the previous Kami.
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"Okay," said Goten, addressing Marron and Trunks who were leaning against each other on the couch, "we need a new plan of action." He paused and paced around the room, absently messing with bandages wrapped around his arm. "We indisputably got our butts blasted off the face of the earth in our last fight, so we need to prevent that from happening the next time we go up against 17."
Marron looked at him skeptically, "Goten, you do realize that we have been trying to do that for our entire lives right?"
"But now I'm here." said Trunks, curling his tail playfully around Marron's waist.
Marron laughed, "Mr. Ego is here! We're all safe now!"
In response Trunks smirked and started tickling her mercilessly. He would have continued until she admitted defeat, if he hadn't been knocked over a few seconds later by a well aimed pillow, courtesy of Goten.
"Look, this is serious. How are we going to deal with this? I'm all out of ideas." Sighed Goten, disheartened.
"Well, I have been around the galaxy, so I do know more techniques than either of you, and I know a thing or two about androids." Trunks pointed out.
"What do you suggest, any specific ideas?" Marron questioned.
Trunks pondered for a moment, "Do we know of any weaknesses 17 has?"
Goten snorted, "Weaknesses? You fought him too, did you see any vulnerability? I was too busy being knocked unconscious to notice much."
"Well Marron's part android too, so maybe there is a weak spot that goes along with the cybernetic technology" Trunks said.
"If only it were that simple." Marron remarked dryly. "Dr. Gero was no fool, he was careful with his designs."
"So, what can we do?" asked Trunks.
"I wish I knew," Goten replied.
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17 sat silently in Dr. Gero's lab, his physical damage had exceeded his expectations. He would plan more carefully in the future. Ah, yes, the future. 17 was not stupid, he did realize that he lacked a goal, a purpose for existence. Sure, he could finish his job of killing of his niece and her cohorts, but then what would he do? The novelty of killing innocent people wears off all too quickly; they were so weak and stupid that it almost became tedious to end their pitiful little lives.
He almost let out a small sigh. He missed his sister, too bad he had to kill her. 18 had been a balancing force in his life. 17 felt that he had lost his purpose; perhaps what he needed was a new objective to bring more focus into his existence.
His eyes drifted around the ruins of the lab, and came to rest on one particular clump of machinery. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a cold, deadly smile. This promised to be quite entertaining.
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Marron snuggled up against Trunks on the couch. Goten and Kuririn were asleep, so no one would interrupt their time together. Ever since their first kiss Trunks and Marron had been practically glued to each other.
"Hey Trunks?" Marron asked, "What are your plans for life? You didn't exactly ask to be stuck here, so what were you going to do next?"
"Well, I was searching for other remaining saiya-jin, but it looks like Goten is the only other one, so my quest seems to be over. Growing up, my father and I just wondered, we didn't have anyone or anything to be tied down to, so we drifted. I don't really know how to live any other way, and planning ahead isn't exactly part of that way of life." Trunks responded.
Marron smiled, "I guess I can understand that. My whole life goal has been defeating 17, I never really thought about what I would do after that. From our track record, I'd say that I won't ever really have to worry about it. Don't think I'll live that long."
"Well, since neither of us have any plans, we should stick together." Trunks suggested.
"I guess I could stand hanging around you for a while longer." Marron teased.
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Marron crawled into her bed and curled up underneath the blankets. She knew that a healing body needed sleep, but it was hard for her to clear all the busy thoughts running through her head.
She closed her eyes and listened to the familiar nighttime sounds echoing through the house. A small creak alerted her attention, but she told herself to ignore it. There was another faint sound, and this time Marron took notice. These weren't the normal quiet noises she was used to; it was almost like someone was inside her room.
Marron didn't have time to ponder that theory before she felt a tiny prick on her arm and faded into oblivion.
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Please review!
-aqua_illusion