Seductive Abduction: Plotting

Disclaimer: You all know that I don't own DBZ, Akira Toriyama does. The only thing here that I own is the twisted little plot line.

Eighteen sighed. "Another day, another bar. Yet more money to buy booze that can never get us drunk. Remind me Seventeen... why in the hell do we waste our money on alcohol?"

The dark haired teen thought about it for a moment. Eighteen folded her arms across her chest, the leather of her jacket creaking slightly. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, startling his sister. He shook his head, "Nope, don't have it."

She rolled her blue eyes and leaned back against her motorcycle with a yawn. "Let me know when you do figure it out, eh brother?" Knowing her brother's mental capacity when he was even thinking about drinking, she knew it would be a while.

Five minutes later, Seventeen had finally come to a conclusion. "The reason why we waste our money on alcohol is because we can."

Eighteen slapped her forehead with a groan. "That's the best you can come up with?!" She gripped her brother by the shirt collar, lifting him a few inches off the ground. "I swear, Seventeen... if you weren't my brother, I'd have killed you a long time ago."

She released him with a small snap of her wrist, setting him off balance as he landed on his feet. Seventeen straightened his jacket with a nonchalant tug. "I think you'd have more of a fight on your hands than you realize, big sister."

Laughing, she waved his threat away. "Let's go and waste some money, already."

"Yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!" He checked his wallet to be sure that it was filled and Eighteen did the same.

"I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be."

Eighteen glanced at the bar before them, wondering what would happen this time around. Everything from nothing to the wreckage of buildings had occurred in the wake of the androids. This bar seemed relatively harmless, so Eighteen doubted if it would be necessary to destroy it when they left.

The twins walked through the door, hardly anyone looking up to see them. No doubt many of the current barflies had noticed them when they were arguing in the parking lot.

"Hey! Keep it down back there!" The man behind the counter shouted to a couple who were bickering loudly towards the back of the bar.

Neither of them replied. "Dammit, Goku, I've had enough of this!" The woman, who was marginally shorter, was clearly the one who wore the pants in the relationship.

"But, Chichi..."

"Don't you 'but Chichi' me, mister! You're going to go home right now and watch Gohan! Do you hear me?" She raised her fist menacingly.

"Alright, Chichi..." The man hung his spiky haired head and turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back a few steps.

"Jesus, what now?! I'm just doing what you told me to, Chichi!" Goku turned to her angrily, trying his best to resist the urge to knock her out cold.

She held a nearly empty bottle out, shakily pointing it at him. "I never told you nothin..."

"Trunks! Get back there and get her outta here! Chichi's drunk again!" The bartender called.

Eighteen watched the fight with interest, wondering how far this was going to go. She folded her arms and leaned back against one of the tables, crossing her legs at the ankles.

"Trunks!" The bartender called again.

"Alright, alright! Jesus, I'm coming!" A young man with short, lavender colored hair emerged from one of the back rooms. He wore black bondage pants with the same color combat boots. Most of his upper torso was exposed by the tight black wife beater he wore.

Eighteen looked him over as he walked by, heading towards the arguing pair in the back. "Nice..." A lewd grin took over her features as she watched him effortlessly pick up the smaller woman.

"Come on, Goku. You can take her home, now."

Goku nodded, taking hold of the struggling Chichi in his arms and exiting with a whispered thanks to the boy.

Trunks shook his head and began making his way to the front door. It was getting that time of night, and he had to be ready to toss people out at the door.

"Hey, there." Eighteen said without looking up.

Trunks paused and looked over his shoulder. "Hey." He waved slightly and kept walking.

Eighteen watched him all the way to the door. She turned back to her brother and he laughed at the look on her face. "I think my little sister has a crush on someone..."

She shook her blonde head slightly. "Did you see the definition he has? Good lord, Seventeen, his biceps are bigger around than my waist!"

The black haired android smirked and poked her temple lightly. "Your waist isn't all that big, Eighteen."

Eighteen conked her brother softly on the head. "I know that, Seventeen! But still, you had to have seen him. He's pretty hard to miss, you know. There's not exactly a million guys running around with lilac colored hair."

"Very true... But what do you plan on doing about him, Eighteen?"

"Isn't it obvious, brother dear? I'll do to him just what I do to everything else I want." A wicked smirk played across her full lips. "I plan on making him mine."







(A/N: For the love of God, don't kill me! Lemme know what you think though, okay?)

-In the next chapter... well, you'll have to read it to find out!