Seductive Abduction: You'll Have to Choose
Notes: I thank the people who have given me reviews, and I also thank the people who ask questions. I'm sure that there are some things that need to be cleared up, as there usually is with a story. Sometimes, we just assume that the readers know what we do, and that can be a mistake. Now, to Juunanagou4ever, I understand why you'd ask that question, and I have an answer for you. The reason Trunks doesn't leave is because that would be the logical thing to do. This is a work of fiction, and Trunks wasn't always the most logical person in the first place. You've probably noticed the prevalence of this in other works of fiction as well. The ones where you say things like "No! You idiot! What in the hell did you do that for?!" Simple. It creates conflict. Without conflict, you don't have much of a story. Besides, if he just left and went home, there wouldn't be anymore story. What would be the fun in that? *grins evilly* If anyone else has things they'd like cleared up, just ask, okay? I'd be happy to try and answer them.
Warnings: Allusions to sex, one very upset android.
All eyes in the android's place were glued to the screen as they heard the words, "Have you seen this youth?" And there it was, a picture of Trunks. Bulma had a habit of running around with a camera, documenting her son's life with pictures. She had videos of him, as well. Little Trunks' first steps, his first word... The picture on the screen was of him in the last few months.
"The youth in question is named Trunks, aged 19. He's somewhere between five feet, ten inches and six feet, two inches. He is of a heavily muscled build, has darkly tanned skin, blue eyes, and lilac colored hair. If you have any information on the whereabouts of this young man, please call 555-3463."
Seventeen turned off the television. He turned to his sister. "If your pet gets us arrested, you're dead meat, big sister." The raven haired android had taken a strong disliking to Trunks, hating the fact that he was the only one who ever did anything to earn money, anymore. All Eighteen ever did now was sit around, only taking enough time away from fucking the demi-saiyan to sleep and shower. He began wishing the worst thing imaginable on his sister: he hoped and prayed to whatever gods would listen that she'd get pregnant. She had to learn that anything human, even if it was only half human, was no good.
Eighteen glared at her brother. "Seventeen, if you hate it so much here, why don't you just leave?" She held the demi-saiyan close, pressing his face against her breasts.
Seventeen was silent a moment, telling himself that he needed to calm down. It didn't work. "Listen, SISTER! I shouldn't be the one who has to leave! I'm your brother, for Kami's sake!" He pointed at Trunks. "Look at what he's done to you! The bastard's tearing this family apart, and the bond of twins shouldn't be broken by anything!"
There were tears in the younger android's eyes as he lowered his voice once more. "Eighteen, you're my sister, and I'd do anything for you. But I can't watch you do this to yourself, anymore. Sooner or later, you're going to have to choose which is more important to you-your family, or your fuck buddy."
He turned and walked from the room, going outside and taking off. Eighteen ran to the door, watching her brother become a dot on the distant horizon. "Seventeen, wait!" she yelled, although she knew he couldn't hear her anymore.
Trunks watched all of this silently. Eighteen turned back to him after a few moments of staring off into the distance, still able to feel her brother's energy signature. There were tears in her ice blue eyes, such a hurt expression in them that Trunks nearly felt his own heart break.
They watched each other for a moment before Eighteen turned her eyes away and said, "Go into the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute."
The demi-saiyan did as he was bidden, closing the door behind him. Eighteen, her eyes overflowing with tears, did one of the hardest things she had ever done. She picked up the phone and dialed the number.