Seductive Abduction: Hey, again...
Notes: Okay, sailorstarz... if you think that saying dammit a few times wrecked the story, then you won't want to read anymore. It's going to get a lot worse. Like I've said, if any of that stuff (violence, sex, swearing) offends you, then don't read it! I warned you, so you have no right to complain. I think I've said my piece now, so now I'll get on with the fic. None of you ever read this anyway, so ya know... *sighs*
Warnings: Unintentional drug use. If that offends you, then leave my fic alone! If not...Enjoy!
Seventeen shook his head. "You're insane, Eighteen. There's no way you can take down a big guy like that."
Eighteen gave him a grin. "What makes you think I'm taking him by force? Even I'm not arrogant enough to think I can overpower someone like that."
Her black haired brother sighed and crossed his arms. "Then how exactly do you plan on getting him? I don't think you can just walk up to him and say, 'Hey big guy, I want you. You're coming with me, right?'"
Eighteen covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Better watch who you say that around, Evan, someone just might think that you're gay."
Seventeen rolled his eyes. "What did I tell you about that nick name?"
"Aren't you tired of always being called by a number? I know I am. Thing is, there's not much you can do with my name." She shrugged. "Guess I'm stuck with it."
Seventeen punched her shoulder playfully. "Your name isn't that bad, big sister."
Eighteen smiled slightly. "Thanks. And now, I'm going to go find that guy..." She waved to her brother and headed towards the back room she saw the young man enter.
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Eighteen entered a hall way after going through the door. She looked at the four doors and wondered which one the lilac haired guy could be in. She followed her instincts and knocked on one of them.
"Door's open," a voice from within called. It was definitely him.
Taking a deep breath, Eighteen pushed open the door. She couldn't help but smile at what she saw. There was Trunks, vigorously throwing kicks and punches at the air. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin and his speed was one that no human could match.
He paused as he saw Eighteen standing in the doorway. He wiped his face with a towel and tossed it down on a chair beside him. "Hey, again."
She smiled. "Hey. Your name's Trunks, right?"
He nodded. "I don't think I caught your name..."
She held out her hand with a slight smirk. "The name's Eighteen."
He shook her hand firmly. "Nice to meet you."
"How did someone like you end up working at a place like this?"
Trunks shrugged. "My dad's the owner and bartender here. I work here because it reminds me of home, seeing my dad every day."
Eighteen arched a blonde brow. "Your dad seemed like a pretty scary guy, to me."
Trunks laughed. "No kidding! He's always been like that. Dad seems tough, but he's really a pile of mush on the inside."
Eighteen smiled. "Appearances can be deceiving, eh?"
"In some cases, I guess that's true. But with people like me, what you see is what you get."
'I'm really liking what I can see from here...' Eighteen thought with a smirk. Aloud she said, "What I'm seeing isn't all that bad..."
Trunks smiled slightly. "I do try to keep myself in shape..."
"Can I... buy you a drink?" The blonde android blushed slightly and averted her eyes, attempting to appear shy and innocent.
The lilac haired youth grinned at her display. "Sure, a drink would be nice."
He put a muscular arm around her shoulders and led her back into the bar. "So," Eighteen began. "Tell me a little about yourself."
"Well, I have a little sister. Her name's Bra." He shook his head. "I swear, my father is obsessed with underwear... Anyway, I don't have any siblings other than her. My mother's name is Bulma, and dad's Vegeta."
Eighteen nodded. "All I have is my brother, Seventeen. We're twins. Our parents... died a long time ago."
Trunks gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze as they sat down at the bar. "Sorry to hear that."
Eighteen shrugged. "Our father was a madman. A crazy scientist who led the Red Ribbon Army."
"No way!" Trunks turned to her in slight shock. "Your dad was Dr.Gero?!"
Eighteen smirked. "I see you've heard of him..."
"Yeah, but you don't look anything like him."
She laughed. "Thank whatever holy powers exist for small favors. I think my brother and I look like our mother. She... died before we were old enough to remember her."
"That really sucks..."
"Yeah, but life goes on. Can't miss what you don't even remember. Now, about that drink I was going to buy you..."
He grinned. "Hey, dad!"
The short, spiky haired man behind the bar looked over to his son. "What is it, brat?"
Trunks smirked. "Get something to drink for me and my friend here, will ya?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and poured two screwdrivers, expertly sliding them down the bar to his son. Trunks stopped them and waved his thanks to his father. Vegeta nodded and went back to talking to a blue haired woman on the other side of the counter.
The blue haired woman waved to Trunks and he smiled in return. "That's my mom," he informed Eighteen.
Eighteen nodded slightly, wondering where the boy had gotten the purple hair from. "Can we take these over to a table? My brother's over there waiting for me. Probably thinks I got lost or something."
"Sure, where's he at?"
Eighteen picked up the two glasses and pointed to her raven haired brother. "Right there, Trunks. I'll bring the drinks."
Trunks made his way past the other tables to the one where Seventeen waited. Trunks leaned over the table and offered his hand to Seventeen. As the two introduced themselves to each other, Eighteen opened a capsule and poured the contents into his glass, swirling it around slightly.
Taking care not to give him the wrong glass, Eighteen set Trunks' drink in front of him and sat down, taking a small sip of her own. "So, is this all you do?" she asked the purple haired boy.
He shrugged and took a swallow of the vodka and orange juice in his glass. "I work here and I train. I used to go to school, but I graduated from high school last year."
"I see." Eighteen took another sip of her drink to hide her smirk. In about fifteen minutes, he'd be hers.
Seventeen took a drink from his mug of beer and gave Eighteen a crooked smile, as if to tell her that he knew what she had done. She shot him a warning look that told him to keep quiet, or he'd never even think of riding his bike again. He took the hint and shrugged.
The three of them engaged in small talk, everything from high school and colleges to childhood dreams they had had. After ten minutes had passed, Trunks put his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Eighteen asked, concern lacing her voice.
"I... don't know. The room just started spinning," he replied woozily.
"Maybe it's all the smoke in here," Eighteen said, getting to her feet. "Come on, I'll take you outside to get some fresh air."
Trunks nodded and shakily got to his feet. He nearly fell over and Eighteen caught him, putting his arm around her shoulders to steady him. Seventeen supported his other side and they took him past the smokers at the pool table to the parking lot.
Eighteen let him lean on her bike for a moment, not wanting other people to notice the scene. Seventeen got on his motorcycle and watched his sister expectantly. She nodded and got on her own. She said, "Something's wrong with you, Trunks. Get on the bike and we'll take you to the hospital."
Trunks climbed on behind her and she kicked the engine to life, revving it for a second before taking off down the road. Her brother followed behind them and Eighteen put her hand over Trunks', causing him to tighten his grip so he wouldn't fall off.
(A/N: I feel evil, and yet... strangely powerful. My alter ego is Android Eighteen, so I'm not feeling very guilty about what I've done to Trunks. Hope no one wants to kill me, but let me know what you think about it, okay?)
-In the next chapter, Trunks wakes up. Eighteen and Seventeen have to find some way to keep him from having a heart attack...