Translations from Japanese:

Juukyuu-gou – Android #19

Nijuu-gou – Android #20 (Dr. Gero)

Juusan-gou – Android #13 (DBZ Movie Only)

Juuyon-gou – Android #14 (DBZ Movie Only)

Juugo-gou – Android #15 (DBZ Movie Only)

Juuroku-gou – Android #16

"I'm thinking it's way past time we had our pals go blow something up. What do you think Juuhachi-gou?" Bored, Juuhachi-gou slid her eyes across the room to rest on her twin.

Juunana-gou was kicked back in the overstuffed recliner he'd claimed as his 'throne' when they had taken possession of the mansion on the hill. Juunana-gou had laughed madly as he'd ordered the newly activated Juuyon-gou and Juugo-gou to evict the current residents. Of course those two had the combined I.Q. of dirt, and they managed to blow up the entire East Wing of the house doing it. His 'pals' as he called them, entertained the raven haired Jinzouningen to no end. Juuhachi-gou however, was less than thrilled by her twins minions, especially Juusan-gou. She didn't trust the white-haired android. Something about him bothered her.

"I think you need a new hobby, Juunana-gou," she commented dryly. Juunana-gou smirked at her, his arms folded behind his head. The Jinzouningen's Juuyon-gou and Juugo-gou stood against the wall near him. The larger of the two Juuyon-gou looked as impassive as a statue. She'd thought that Juuroku-gou was stoic, but he was loquacious compared to the huge gray skinned android. Looking tiny in comparison, the purple-skinned Juugo-gou took repeated pulls off his whiskey bottle.

Juuhachi-gou could feel Juusan-gou's eyes on her from where he sat in a dark corner of the room. Another reason she didn't care for him: he skulked. And lately she'd noticed him purposefully defying Juunana-gou, despite his re-programming, which should have made him as pliable as the other two. No, she didn't care for him at all, just as she didn't care for Juunana-gou's childish and sadistic games. She'd have left long ago if the thought of leaving her brother alone without someone to watch his back didn't cause her artificial heart to seize up.

"Aw come on, Sis…lighten up. If we get lucky we might be graced with the appearance of wonder boy and his little bald buddy. We haven't had a decent fight in ages."

She folded her arms across her chest, her back ramrod straight as she raised one eyebrow archly. "Why is that, hmmm? It couldn't be because you keep killing them off now could it?"

Juunana-gou grinned crookedly. "What do you care? Oh wait…that's right. You have a soft spot for the little bald wimp," Juunana-gou laughed. Juuhachi-gou came as close as she got to looking apoplectic. Her left eye started twitching as she glared at her twin.

"Don't be ridiculous, Juunana-gou," she snorted, as her twin threw his head back and brayed laughter at her. Even worse, from the dark corner of the room she heard a low chuckle emanating from Juusan-gou. She gritted her teeth in annoyance, refusing to let her twin get the better of her about her one and only lapse. Why had she kissed that little bald twerp in front of her brother anyway? He'd never let her live it down. When he started making kissing sounds in her direction she'd had enough.

"You are such a child," she snapped.

Juunana-gou's laughter trailed off and he looked to Juusan-gou, waving his hand dismissively. "Go. Spread your merry mayhem," he said with a smirk. Automatically, Juuyon-gou and Juugo-gou moved as one away from the wall and out the door. Juusan-gou hesitated a moment before going, half in shadow and half in light. Looking lanky despite his bulk.

"And the Z-Warriors? If they start something?" he asked. Juunana-gou looked to his twin, but she resolutely refused to meet his gaze and show if she cared one way or another. He shrugged.

"Whatever," he commented bored, "knock yourself out."

Juusan-gou's eyes glittered in the dark as he grinned mercilessly, withdrawing toward the door. Juuhachi-gou watched him from the corner of her eye. Her suspicion of the android intensified, what did he look so damned pleased about?

He would bear watching.

The bright morning sun bathed the courtyard of Dende's Palace with its radiance. The gentle wind drifted through the carefully tended trees and flowers, making them sway. The cracks and booms of flesh hitting flesh as two figures moved in the air too fast to be seen broke the serenity of the shrine.

Morning sparring.

Marron impacted with the hard tiled surface of the Tenka forcibly enough to knock the wind out of her before rolling to a stop. She groaned softly as she picked herself up, a little slower than the last four times she'd slammed into the ground. Giving up was absolutely out of the question; she was far too stubborn -Thank you, Kaasan- for that. She wiped the trickle of blood that ran from the corner of her mouth away on the back of her arm, and faced her opponent.

Trunks hovered a few feet away and above her with his arms folded as he waited for her to attack again. They had been training most of the morning. His face was stern; no love would be displayed there when he was sparring with her. And he would show her absolutely no mercy while training. The Jinzouningen would show no mercy either when they faced them, and he was determined to be ready for that eventuality. Despite his severe tactics, he was secretly proud of her for not giving up, even as he pushed her harder and harder. Fear of losing her being his motivation.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that," he told her uncompromisingly. Remembering her training with him, she thrust her hands out suddenly and fired a ki blast at him. The instant it left her hands she was in the air following it. Trunks did just as she expected, he didn't dodge it, just swatted the weak blast aside effortlessly. Leaving him wide open for her fist to connect with his jaw smartly. She pressed her momentary advantage the best she could, using her speed to block and avoid most of his attacks, while connecting with several blows of her own. It was short lived however, for as good and fast as she was, Trunks was still a much, much, stronger and experienced fighter. A two fisted blow to the back sent her crashing into the surface of the Tenka…again. She didn't get up this time, just lay face down on the white tile and wished for oblivion.

She saw Trunks land in front of her and crouch down. He put his hand on the back of her head tenderly, stroking her hair. "You all right, itoshii?" he asked softly. She groaned and rolled over on her back.

"NOW I'm your darling?" she asked plaintively, looking up into Trunks' face. "Ugh, do ya have to hit me so hard?" He smiled, that gentle, but faintly cruel smile that was so reminiscent of his father and propped his elbows on his knees as he crouched beside her.

"You think the Jinzouningen are going to go easy on you, my love?" he asked, still using that quiet mild voice of his, so those looking on: Kuririn, Gohan, Yajirobe, Chaouzu, Goten, and Little Trunks wouldn't overhear. Marron knew Yamucha was sitting with the onlookers as well, and she felt her guilt renewed at what had transpired between she and Bulma the night before.

"Maybe," she told him petulantly. It was far too early in the day for her body to hurt this bad. "Besides…I'm a genius. Why do I have to train? You're the one who wants to fight them," she pointed out, still lying flat on her back.

"Your greatest strength is in your brain Marron. But you need to be stronger in your body as well," he told her as she sat up. She grimaced.

"Yeah, well...I thought you liked my body." Trunks grinned wolfishly and helped her all the way up, pulling her against him on purpose as he did it, but making it look accidental.

"I love your body. And I want it to stay in one piece, that's why you're going to train," he said and kissed her, unmindful of those watching. Which seemed very un-Trunks like to her, and she blushed prettily.

"Break it up, lovebirds!" Kuririn called good-naturedly. Trunks blushed slightly and let her go, turning toward the other fighters. Marron tightened the ponytail on the back of her head and brushed herself off embarrassed.

He was about to ask who wanted to spar next when Bulma ran up breathless, radio in hand.

"Jinzouningen! They're attacking Pepper Town again," she said.

"How many?" Gohan asked her. Bulma put the radio to her ear again. Listening, she held up three fingers. Kuririn got up and fisted his hands.

"Sounds like Juunana-gou's Goon Squad," Kuririn said and looked to Trunks. "If we can follow them back to Juunana-gou, we might be able to get those Dragonballs back."

Trunks nodded, and strapped on his sword. "All right. But if we have to, we hit 'em hard and we hit 'em fast." Gohan and Kuririn nodded in agreement.

Trunks looked to Marron, who was already shrugging into her jacket after putting the jinkouseki on her right hand. The device was like a fingerless glove with a red crystal in the palm, much like the absorption device in the palms of Jinzouningen Juukyuu-gou and Jinzouningen Nijuu-gou: Dr. Gero himself. He frowned.

"You're not going," he told her. Her head snapped up, as her eyebrows went down in a scowl.

"The HELL I'm not! You need me," she told him, hands fisted on her hips. Trunks folded his arms.

"I need you here. Figuring out those Jinzouningen plans you found in Dr. Gero's lab. Finding a weakness," he told her. He wouldn't dare tell her he didn't want her along because he was afraid of her getting hurt.

"Bulma-san can review those plans! I need to collect the energy to charge the Capsule remember?" she bit out, holding up the hand encased in her invention. She was getting annoyed, there was no way she was letting Trunks go into battle without her, especially if he wouldn't transform into a Super Saiyajin. She didn't care if Kuririn and Gohan were with him.

"Kuririn can do it," he told her and held out his hand for the jinkouseki. Marron's face got red as she glared at Trunks, just looking for the words to fully express her outrage over the situation, and his proprietary behavior towards her. He was acting like Chibi all of a sudden.

"Forget it!I'm going," she ground out stubbornly and folded her arms. Gohan leaned over to Kuririn's ear.

"Ut-oh," he said quietly. Kuririn jumped in to try and diffuse the stare down Trunks and Marron were engaged in.

"Yeah, Marron-chan…I can, um, take care of that for you. Heh heh…no…problem..." he trailed off when he earned himself his very own death glare from his other world daughter. Marron stabbed a finger in Trunks' direction.

"If you think, for even one minute, that I am just going to let you go and face them without me..." she said in a low voice, flicking her eyes in the direction of Yamucha and Bulma briefly, "…considering the extenuating circumstances. You have another thing coming, Trunks. I don't want to lose you," she said urgently. She was staring at Trunks so intently, she never heard Yamucha approach until he put his hand on her shoulder…with uncanny accuracy too she noticed, considering he couldn't see her.

"You won't lose me, I promise Marron…now give me the device," Trunks said gently. "We don't have time for this, we have to get there before they destroy everything."

"But Trunks…" she started again, and Yamucha's hand tightened down on her shoulder.

"Trunks can handle himself, Marron…he is a Super Saiyajin after all," Yamucha said loud enough for everyone to hear, "and if he's anything like Vegeta you know he'll just resent the help. Give it to him."

Marron was stunned into compliance by Yamucha's revelation. She took the jinkouseki off and dropped it into Trunks' hand reluctantly, as the others tried to process what Yamucha had just said, murmuring to each other. Goten and Little Trunks looked at each other blankly, not comprehending the implication, being too little.

"Trunks is a Super Saiyajin?" she heard Kuririn ask. Bulma cringed inwardly as multiple sets of eyes fell on her speculatively.

Yamucha let go of her shoulder and stepped away as Trunks took her face in his hands and kissed her, before she could remember she was mad.

"Don't be angry with me, I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you…I love you," he whispered hurriedly. Marron felt her panic rise to the back of her throat.

"Trunks please! Let me get your back! I can handle it! Don't leave me here to worry…" she pleaded. Ignoring her he just smiled, cupping her face in his hand before he stepped away and tossed the device to Kuririn. Who put it on while Bulma gave him hasty instructions on its use. Trunks looked to Gohan and nodded.

"Let's go!" Trunks said and snapped into Super Saiyajin, Gohan following suit a moment later. Kuririn stared open mouthed.

"He is a Super Saiyajin! But how…?" he asked. Bulma shook her head.

"Ask later! You guys have to get moving! Pepper Town's not right next door you know!" she snapped briskly. Marron started toward Trunks, but found Yamucha's hands on her shoulders again, holding her back.

"Trunks!" she yelled at him, worry and anger clouding her features. He really couldn't mean to run off and leave her behind!

"Keep her here," Trunks said to Yamucha, and without a backwards glance, he, Gohan, and Kuririn took to the air in a jet engine blast of power. Heading over the side of the Tenka to the planet below. Marron's cursing was almost drowned out by the sound.

"Goddammit Truuuunnnks!" she screamed, as Yamucha held her by the arms to keep her from flying after her love.

Dende blushed.

The Jinzouningen designated Juusan-gou sat complacently on top of a ruined building and watched his companions as they systematically destroyed Pepper Town. He was having them be far more thorough than Juunana-gou usually ever let them be. When they were done there wouldn't be anything left bigger than a pebble. That would bring the Z-Fighters as surely as sending them an engraved invitation.

He pulled the Red Ribbon cap he wore down low over his eyes and leaned back on his elbows, to a casual observer he looked as if he hadn't a care in the world, despite the symphony of destruction going on around him. And for all intents and purposes he didn't. Juuhachi-gou was right to be suspicious of him. Juunana-gou may tout himself as Dr. Gero's greatest creation -dismissing the Jinzouningen Cell conveniently- but Juusan-gou was built with a dual capability, a failsafe as it were, to complete his original programming of destroying Son Gokou. All it would take was the sacrifice of Juuyon-gou and Juugo-gou.

When he'd been activated it wasn't by his creator, or with his original purpose. It was to the smirking face of Juunana-gou informing him that his primary objective was gone and he was to do his bidding now. Juusan-gou ground his teeth at the memory. Juuyon-gou and Juugo-gou seemed to have readily accepted their new programming, but Juusan-gou was different. His processor held a backup of Dr. Gero's master computer that even Juunana-gou hadn't been able to override. He knew his original purpose and he fully intended to fulfill it.

He just needed to bide his time. He wasn't stronger than the combined might of Juunana-gou and Juuhachi-gou…not yet, but he was never meant to be the flunky of a swaggering, cocky android either. He was solely created for the destruction of the Son family. He'd already gotten the woman; it was just a matter of time before he did away with the two brats. And then he was going to have a long talk with Juunana-gou. The kind only one of them was going to walk away from alive. A thin cruel smile curled his lips as he looked forward to tearing Juunana-gou apart. He couldn't wait for the day.

The jet engine blast of flight brought him out of his reverie, and he sat up quickly to see Son Gohan, Kuririn -that one Juuhachi-gou seemed to be so bothered over- and a stranger who glowed with the same power as Son Gohan, descend rapidly from the sky to take on his brethren. Juusan-gou's smile widened, and he stood, straightening his yellow vest over his bare chest. The newcomer drew a wicked sword as he dropped in from above in a first strike on Juuyon-gou, almost catching the huge android unaware. He noticed Kuririn was fighting with Juugo-gou nearby.

Juusan-gou fairly beamed in anticipation as he saw Son Gohan spot him and charge toward him to engage in battle. A chance to take out one of the hated Son's, and a new warrior possibly capable of destroying Juuyon-gou and helping him fulfill his ultimate purpose.

Juunana-gou's day of reckoning with him may be sooner than he thought.