Seductive Abduction: All I want is you

Notes: I do not advocate the drugging and kidnapping of saiyans... even if they are sexy purple haired ones who use swords... Also... sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out! I know some of you have been waiting a long time for it, but the muse for this story decided to take an almost year long trip to Tahiti(little pain in the ass fey vampire that he is...) He likes to do that a lot, and now he's back for a while. We'll see if he stays long enough for me to finish the story, hmm?

Warnings: Um... a rather upset Trunks might break some things, and 17 and 18 need to find SOME way to subdue him. So... expect a bit of twisted hilarity to ensue.

Trunks groaned, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with the back of his hand. /Kami... what a headache.../ he thought, slowly sitting up.

Eighteen watched him from the other side of the small guest bedroom, a smile curving the corners of her mouth. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up. So, sleeping beauty, how was your nap?"

Trunks jumped at the sound of her voice, his vision clearing as he looked at her. "Why in the hell..? Where am I?" he asked, looking around the small, cubicle like room.

"You're at my place. Well, the place where Seventeen and I crash when we have nowhere else to be for a while."

Trunks nodded. He looked up at her suddenly. "WHAT?!" he practically shouted.

Seventeen came into the room, almost as if he'd been expecting such a reaction, with a .357 Magnum in his hand. The gun was trained on Trunks' forehead. "Calm down, kid. Wouldn't wanna have to blast that pretty face of yours..."

Eighteen sighed. "I could have handled it, Evan..."

Seventeen shrugged. "Doesn't matter. He needs to know that we aren't gonna take any shit from him. Otherwise, he'll think he can do whatever the hell he wants to."

Eighteen turned to glare at her brother. "Leave the gun here and go, I don't need my little brother to fight my battles for me."

He shrugged and tossed the gun into her lap. "Fine. But don't come crying to me when the Incredible-Purple-Haired-Hulk beats the piss out of you and takes off." That said, he left the room.

Eighteen rolled her eyes and shut the door, looking back at Trunks, who lay looking rather stunned on the bed. "So..." he said softly. "You plan on keeping me here, like a prisoner?"

She sat down on the king-sized bed next to him, feeling dwarfed by his size. She reached for him, her fingers barely touching his cheek before he turned away. "It's not like that. It's not like that at all..." she said, reaching for him again.

He got up and went to the opposite side of the room, putting as much distance between himself and the android as he could. His dark blue eyes caught hers. "If that's not what it's like, then what is it, Eighteen? Hmm? You seem to think you have the situation under control here, but let me tell you something... if you try to keep me here, chained like some dog, you'll soon realize that you've leashed a bolt of lightning.

"I'm a lot more dangerous than you could ever begin to imagine, and I'd rather die than be someone's pet. And if you think that a bullet scares me, you're wrong. If I get the chance, and I know there's no other way, you'll wake up to find me dead with that gun..." he pointed to the one she'd left in the chair, "in my cold... lifeless... hands."

"What makes you think you're a prisoner here? Much less one forever?" Eighteen got to her feet and slowly advanced on the demi-saiyan, seeing that he had nowhere to go. She stood close to him, looking up into his eyes, as close as she could be to him without actually touching him. She could see that the nearness made him uncomfortable, and that was a good thing. It meant she'd be able to take control again that much more easily.

"Then what else... do you want from me?" he asked, transfixed like a rodent before her icy cobra-like gaze.

"I don't want anything from you, Trunks. What I really want..." she closed the gap between them, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her slender fingers lightly grabbed a fistful of his thick hair and pulled his face down so their lips were almost touching. "...is you."



((A/N- please don't kill me! Do, however... tell me what you think! Much love and have a Merry Christmas, seeing as how that's tomorrow!))