Disclaimer: Well, you all know the drill, so why bother repeating except to
say I own none of these characters, and only one or two of the plot ideas.
The credit for DBZ goes to Akira Toriyama.
Author's Notes: okay, from this point, I'm going to switch between calling her 18 and Juuhachi. The only reason I did not implement this before was my lack of expertise in the Japanese numerical system and so on. Anyway, here we go...and you FINALLY get to find out what I meant by the term 'Movie Continuity.' And there is some silliness here too; I couldn't help myself. ^_^ And I would also like to apologize to anyone I left waiting for the chapter; It was a hard one to do up, in my opinion.
Names: *17 = Juunana *18 = Juuhachi *13 = Juusan *14 = Juuyon *15 = Juugo
EVERYBODY HURTS..........UNTIL THEY FIND SOMEONE
CHAPTER FOUR:
In what should have been one of those anticlimactic moments, Trunks and Juuhachi entered the living area of what was left of his home....
....Only to find it empty.
Trunks blinked, then sighed in relief. He really didn't want to her one of his mother's lectures, as he had ever since he took it upon himself to face the androids alone. 'Man, I wonder what she says about THIS?' he thought, a slight smile on his face as he entered what amounted to their kitchen. Juuhachi watched with some interest as he began poking around a refrigerator.
"Now what are you doing?" she asked, idly straightening a few loose strands of hair as she cocked an eyebrow at him. He looked back up at her, a sandwich in hand. He had the same look on his face as a child who has done something rather naughty, and doesn't want to be punished.
"....I'm hungry," was what the flushing young man replied, showing her the sandwich again. She looked at him as if he were slightly bent. In response to the look he was being given, he added, a bit quietly, "Well, what do you expect after the night we had? I can't run on fumes, and I don't happen to have an infinite energy source." She blinked, then saw the little smirk on his face.
"Whatever," she dropped the issue of his eating habits rather quickly and found a chair to sit in as she watched him devour the sandwich whole, and begin to move on to the rest of the fridge. With a frustrated sigh, she stood up and stretched. "Is there a bathroom or something around here?" she asked him, stifling a slight yawn. Trunks looked up and nodded.
"Uh, yea; up the stairs, first door on the left. And don't worry," he added, poking his head around the corner as she headed up said stairwell, "it's got everything you could need in it."
Juuhachi sighed as she closed (and locked) the door behind her. She stripped off her clothing and let it fall to the floor. She climbed into the tub and turned on the water. After turning on the water, she lay back in the tub and thought.
Many things ran through her head; her brother, Juunana, Trunks, and all the times that she and her brother hurt other people. It never really used to bother her before, but for some reason, it was getting to her now. 'Probably just something knocked loose,' she shrugged off the feeling of unease, and sighed a little contentedly as the hot water continued to flow into the basin.
~~~~~~~~
Downstairs, while Android 18 was bathing, Trunks had paused in his eating to find something to do to pass the time. He figured he might be waiting for a while, and headed back into the living room, sitting down on the old couch, and turned on the radio that was there. He rested his head back on one of the arms and closed his eyes, still feeling weary after everything that had happened to him.
The radio's volume was down low, so when Trunks drifted off to sleep, he didn't hear the special news report as it came on, with cries along the lines of 'Android attack'........
Juuhachi opened her ice-blue eyes, and looked up at the roof of the bathroom. She noted a few small cracks in the surface, and the fading colors that were painted on it. She noted with some small guilt that this was probably her fault too; hers and Juunana's. I mean, how can one keep up house maintenance when you've got killer androids on the loose? A stupid thing to have guilt over, but then, she used to think emotions were stupid, and now she's been with the one person who stood a remote chance of beating them.
'I guess life's funny like that,' she thought, crossing her arms behind her head and soaking some more in the bathtub. She had added some of the bath soaps that were there and sighed again, a small smile creeping onto her face. As she lay there, an idea slowly came to her, and the smile grew that much bigger....
~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks had been asleep for what was going on fifteen minutes now, and he was rather comfortable just lying there.
Until something a bit heavier was draped across his body, and something was rubbing against his inner thighs....
Opening his eyes, he saw, with some small shock, a towel-clad Juuhachi smirking at him as she lay on top of him, one leg rubbing against his. There was still a sheen of moisture on her skin, and her hair was wet. Apparently she just toweled herself off quickly and jumped on him.
"Miss me, Underpants?" she teased him, pointing out one obvious fault with his names. She stayed right where she was, feeling dominant over him for the first time without having to resort to violence.
It was more fun this way. And the one thing that was a given about Juuhachi was that she liked her fun.
"Not really," he smirked back, as she made a face of mock-disappointment. He playfully tugged at a strand of her hair, and received a death glare in response. His smirk grew wider, and the cyborg had to resist the urge to punch him in the face. It probably wouldn't even faze him, but as long as he stopped that blasted smirking......
She settled for a pout, and a muttered curse. Trunks laughed, and stopped pulling on the hair. "What's it going to take to get you to behave?" he asked, feigning exasperation at her antics. The android femme fatale had a thoughtful look on her face, before adopting her trademark smirk and fixing him with her pale blue eyes.
"Well, you COULD help me out of this towel...." She suggested, eyes lighting up at the prospect, and at the look on Trunks' face. One thought entered her mind when she saw the flush: 'Hormone backlog.'
~~~~~~~~
Floating high over the remains of South City, a human-sized figure floated. It was taking stock of the damages, and letting out the odd curse of five.
"Blast it ta Hell!" a voice rang out, male...and sounding like someone from Texas. Or, more like the stereotype of someone from Texas.
The man had shoulder length silver/gray hair, and a small widow's peak. He was well-muscled, well-defined, and rather attractive in a rugged, somewhat- overly masculine way. He was wearing a pair of baggy green pants that looked like part of a military uniform, suspenders to hold them up, brown gloves, grayish boots, and an open greenish-brown vest. In his ears were a pair of gold earrings, and on his head was a baseball cap, also greenish- brown, except for the part over the bill. That was yellow, and had a red hourglass-on-it's-side emblem with the words "red Ribbon" below it.
He was Artificial Human Juusan, easier called Android 13.
And he was pissed.
His brows were furrowed together as his pale blue sensor eyes swept the rubble.
"This here was obviously th' site of those damned twin's lil' sprees!" he continued his ranting, his accent thick and almost laughable....if one didn't mind getting torn apart for doing so. "Stupid teenaged punks......can't rely on 'em fer nuthin."
With a small curse uttered at the world in general, and in specific at teenagers everywhere, the completely artificial android passed over the decimated city and began his search anew elsewhere.
"When ya want ta get the job done, ya send a man, not some lil' pansy pretty boy!" he muttered under a very human-like breath.
~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks found himself in one of *those* situations. It was here that he wished he had a father alive....but then, considering how that other Vegeta acted, he wouldn't be much help. In fact, he'd probably be laughing his head off. And pointing.
It wasn't that he was nervous; there was just this underlying feeling of something bad about to happen.
That was when his mother walked in.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Juuhachi had never heard someone scream that loud before....which was a first, considering how many years she spent killing people in what she saw as 'harmless fun.' Hence, that was one LOUD scream.
She clapped her hands over her ears, trying to block it out.
Trunks gave her an apologetic look, and, after she had gotten off of him, dragged his mother into the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~
"What the HELL are you thinking?!" Bulma shrieked at him, jabbing one finger into her adult son's chest. "You bring that...that...that THING in here, and then you decide to go screw her on our couch?!"
"Mother, she is NOT a THING; she is a LIVING PERSON...well, more or less," he tried to calm her down. Then the last thing she said registered....and his face went a very interesting shade of red. "MOM!! Kami, what are you trying to do?! EMBARRASS me to death?!" His explosion was somewhat understandable; he wasn't used to his mother talking...like that. 'Chalk that up to a deprived childhood due to killer androids,' he thought, aware of the irony contained within the statement.
Bulma was, however, going beyond reason. "I would think that's the LEAST of your worries!!"
"You know, you two look kind of stupid right now," a cold voice cut in. They both turned and saw Juuhachi, now dressed her somewhat tattered clothing, leaning against the wall. There was an expression of what looked like hurt on her face. "You could have at least TRIED to keep it down.....what's the point of going into another room if you shriek loud enough that anyone with a ten mile radius can hear you?"
Trunks sighed, and looked down at his boots, feeling like something of an ass. Bulma was still furious, and reached for the nearest hard, metal object.....a frying pan.
"Damnit...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU JUNKHEAP!!" she screamed at the cyborg, startling her. The blonde looked from Trunks to his mother, and back again, and turned on her heel, fleeing from the pan-wielding woman. It took Trunks all of five minutes to shoot a glare at his mother before storming out after 18.
Bulma just stood there, angry as Hell but also confused beyond reason.
~~~~~~~~~
The blonde beauty was floating over the spot where her brother had died when Trunks found her. She was holding herself, and judging by the way she was shaking, she was in tears. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but she silently elbowed him in the stomach and blasted him in the face.
He slammed into the ground not physically harmed, but still stunned by her outburst. He floated back up again, and tried to repeat his earlier attempt at consoling her, but she lashed out again. This time, he caught her elbow, and spun her around so she was facing him.
Just as he thought, she had been crying; her normally-flawless eyes were becoming bloodshot and puffy, so she must've been crying hard since it took him at least twenty minutes to find her.
"Damnit, leave me alone!" she kicked at him, the blows hardly phasing him. He grabbed her by the arms when she moved to punch him again, and held her close to him. "You heard her....I'm a THING! I'll ALWAYS be a thing!!" she sobbed; apparently she'd been thinking about this before the recent events for her to have been affected this much by some harsh words. ".....Ever since I saw you that first time, you've been stuck in my head, and I came to realize that even though we androids we stronger....we weren't really people anymore.....just things. So every time I saw you, I had to hurt you the way I did....in order to punish you for making me feel like some monster out of a bad movie," she whispered, resting her head against his chest. "And Juunana didn't help much; all those years.....I loved him, because he was my brother....but the things he did made me feel worse about who, about WHAT, I really was....and then this happens. You make me feel like I can be a person....but then you hurt me again."
Trunks put his arms around her and sighed. "I don't want to hurt you.....it took me a while to realize it, but you mean everything to me. EVERYTHING. Why else were we...together the way we were before?" he asked, faltering, so new at this.
She shrugged. "Maybe you pitied me....or thought that doing what we did would make you feel better about yourself, for losing all those times before...." She offered, struggling to get free. When she looked up into his eyes, though, she saw that she had crossed the line; there was a hurt there, greater than anything she'd caused before. Even the pain caused by death of Gohan wasn't as bad as what he must be feeling now. "Oh, Kami, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that," she rushed, closing her eyes and waiting for what she thought was going to be her end.
Instead, the demi-saiyajin just held her tight to his body, and was silent. It was after a long, awkward silence that he spoke. "I guess I can understand where all this is coming from......but still, you have to realize that I've forgiven you – for EVERYTHING you've done. And not even my mother and her frying pan are going to change my mind," he laughed as he tilted her head up to face him. He leaned in closer, and their lips met.
~~~~~~~~
As the two worked out their difficulties, they were completely unaware that they were being watched by a small figure.
It had purple skin, and wore a large round hat with a puffball on top. Around its neck was a red bowtie with two white R's printed onto it, and it was wearing a pair of blue pants, a white shirt, and a yellow overcoat that was tied shut. It also wore a large pair of sunglasses.
The lenses flashed as data scrolled across them, and the strange little being frowned, reaching into one pocket of its coat and pulling out a silver hipflask. As it continued to watch the couple, it unscrewed the top and began drinking some of the contents. Then it put the flask away.
"This is Juugo, an' I got some baaaad news, Juusan; it looks like Juunana's been dead for at least two days, an' Juuhachi's makin' it wit' some human," it spoke in an accented voice as it pressed down on the gold earring in its left ear. There was a hiss, then the sound of violent cursing.
[Somethin' tells me this is gonna be one'a those days,] the other android's voice cut in through the hiss, obviously pissed. [I think Gero musta been off his damn rocker, pickin' those two.....UUURRGGGHH!!!]
"Yo, man, chill; we'll get this straightened out," Juugo spoke soothingly into the communications device. "Hell, worse comes to worse, we kill them both. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' that now, is there?"
There was a low chuckle. [Yer right, shorty. I'll be there as soon as I can; find Juuyon and take care'a those two on the double!]
"Got it, boss man," the android released the earring, left to his own devices. Then he pressed the other one. "Yo, Juuyon, you there man?"
[Yeah, I'm here,] came a masculine, yet toneless voice.
"We found some trouble; get yo' ass here on the double so we can take care'a it," Juugo spoke softly as he floated high above Juuhachi and Trunks.
[Got it. See you when I get there.]
Then there was silence.
~~~~~~~~~
"So....now what?" Juuhachi asked Trunks. The two of them were now sitting on top of one of the few remaining skyscrapers, watching as the sky began to turn a pinkish color.
"I don't have a clue," came his response as he smiled over at her, crossing his arms over his chest and adopting a thoughtful expression. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes.
"You are such an idiot," she said simply.
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he countered, a small smirk on his face.
"...You got me there," she nodded, a small smile on her face.
"Yech! Please, stop subjectin' me ta this mushy crap!" a new voice cut in. The cyborg and saiyajin pushed off from the building and floated up, turning around to see who it was. Trunks' eyes went wide when he recognized the owner of said voice.
"Hell...It's Juusan," he muttered under his breath, aligning himself so he was between Juuhachi and the other android.
"Damnit girl, ya just had to go an' ruin Gero's plans, didn' ya?" the human- looking artificial construct shook his head as he looked up at Trunks and Juuhachi.
"Trunks, what's going on? Who IS that guy?" she asked him, looking over the young man's shoulder to get a better look. Her pale ice-hued eyes were narrowed in confusion, and she was getting a suspicious feeling as she sized up Android 13.
"Trouble."
TBC......................
A/N: I don't know if that technically counts as a cliffhanger, but I thought it was a good point to end the chapter with. Anyway, starting next chapter, our happy couple has to fend off 13 and friends. I'm not saying anything else, because I might give away something that may be good.
Author's Notes: okay, from this point, I'm going to switch between calling her 18 and Juuhachi. The only reason I did not implement this before was my lack of expertise in the Japanese numerical system and so on. Anyway, here we go...and you FINALLY get to find out what I meant by the term 'Movie Continuity.' And there is some silliness here too; I couldn't help myself. ^_^ And I would also like to apologize to anyone I left waiting for the chapter; It was a hard one to do up, in my opinion.
Names: *17 = Juunana *18 = Juuhachi *13 = Juusan *14 = Juuyon *15 = Juugo
EVERYBODY HURTS..........UNTIL THEY FIND SOMEONE
CHAPTER FOUR:
In what should have been one of those anticlimactic moments, Trunks and Juuhachi entered the living area of what was left of his home....
....Only to find it empty.
Trunks blinked, then sighed in relief. He really didn't want to her one of his mother's lectures, as he had ever since he took it upon himself to face the androids alone. 'Man, I wonder what she says about THIS?' he thought, a slight smile on his face as he entered what amounted to their kitchen. Juuhachi watched with some interest as he began poking around a refrigerator.
"Now what are you doing?" she asked, idly straightening a few loose strands of hair as she cocked an eyebrow at him. He looked back up at her, a sandwich in hand. He had the same look on his face as a child who has done something rather naughty, and doesn't want to be punished.
"....I'm hungry," was what the flushing young man replied, showing her the sandwich again. She looked at him as if he were slightly bent. In response to the look he was being given, he added, a bit quietly, "Well, what do you expect after the night we had? I can't run on fumes, and I don't happen to have an infinite energy source." She blinked, then saw the little smirk on his face.
"Whatever," she dropped the issue of his eating habits rather quickly and found a chair to sit in as she watched him devour the sandwich whole, and begin to move on to the rest of the fridge. With a frustrated sigh, she stood up and stretched. "Is there a bathroom or something around here?" she asked him, stifling a slight yawn. Trunks looked up and nodded.
"Uh, yea; up the stairs, first door on the left. And don't worry," he added, poking his head around the corner as she headed up said stairwell, "it's got everything you could need in it."
Juuhachi sighed as she closed (and locked) the door behind her. She stripped off her clothing and let it fall to the floor. She climbed into the tub and turned on the water. After turning on the water, she lay back in the tub and thought.
Many things ran through her head; her brother, Juunana, Trunks, and all the times that she and her brother hurt other people. It never really used to bother her before, but for some reason, it was getting to her now. 'Probably just something knocked loose,' she shrugged off the feeling of unease, and sighed a little contentedly as the hot water continued to flow into the basin.
~~~~~~~~
Downstairs, while Android 18 was bathing, Trunks had paused in his eating to find something to do to pass the time. He figured he might be waiting for a while, and headed back into the living room, sitting down on the old couch, and turned on the radio that was there. He rested his head back on one of the arms and closed his eyes, still feeling weary after everything that had happened to him.
The radio's volume was down low, so when Trunks drifted off to sleep, he didn't hear the special news report as it came on, with cries along the lines of 'Android attack'........
Juuhachi opened her ice-blue eyes, and looked up at the roof of the bathroom. She noted a few small cracks in the surface, and the fading colors that were painted on it. She noted with some small guilt that this was probably her fault too; hers and Juunana's. I mean, how can one keep up house maintenance when you've got killer androids on the loose? A stupid thing to have guilt over, but then, she used to think emotions were stupid, and now she's been with the one person who stood a remote chance of beating them.
'I guess life's funny like that,' she thought, crossing her arms behind her head and soaking some more in the bathtub. She had added some of the bath soaps that were there and sighed again, a small smile creeping onto her face. As she lay there, an idea slowly came to her, and the smile grew that much bigger....
~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks had been asleep for what was going on fifteen minutes now, and he was rather comfortable just lying there.
Until something a bit heavier was draped across his body, and something was rubbing against his inner thighs....
Opening his eyes, he saw, with some small shock, a towel-clad Juuhachi smirking at him as she lay on top of him, one leg rubbing against his. There was still a sheen of moisture on her skin, and her hair was wet. Apparently she just toweled herself off quickly and jumped on him.
"Miss me, Underpants?" she teased him, pointing out one obvious fault with his names. She stayed right where she was, feeling dominant over him for the first time without having to resort to violence.
It was more fun this way. And the one thing that was a given about Juuhachi was that she liked her fun.
"Not really," he smirked back, as she made a face of mock-disappointment. He playfully tugged at a strand of her hair, and received a death glare in response. His smirk grew wider, and the cyborg had to resist the urge to punch him in the face. It probably wouldn't even faze him, but as long as he stopped that blasted smirking......
She settled for a pout, and a muttered curse. Trunks laughed, and stopped pulling on the hair. "What's it going to take to get you to behave?" he asked, feigning exasperation at her antics. The android femme fatale had a thoughtful look on her face, before adopting her trademark smirk and fixing him with her pale blue eyes.
"Well, you COULD help me out of this towel...." She suggested, eyes lighting up at the prospect, and at the look on Trunks' face. One thought entered her mind when she saw the flush: 'Hormone backlog.'
~~~~~~~~
Floating high over the remains of South City, a human-sized figure floated. It was taking stock of the damages, and letting out the odd curse of five.
"Blast it ta Hell!" a voice rang out, male...and sounding like someone from Texas. Or, more like the stereotype of someone from Texas.
The man had shoulder length silver/gray hair, and a small widow's peak. He was well-muscled, well-defined, and rather attractive in a rugged, somewhat- overly masculine way. He was wearing a pair of baggy green pants that looked like part of a military uniform, suspenders to hold them up, brown gloves, grayish boots, and an open greenish-brown vest. In his ears were a pair of gold earrings, and on his head was a baseball cap, also greenish- brown, except for the part over the bill. That was yellow, and had a red hourglass-on-it's-side emblem with the words "red Ribbon" below it.
He was Artificial Human Juusan, easier called Android 13.
And he was pissed.
His brows were furrowed together as his pale blue sensor eyes swept the rubble.
"This here was obviously th' site of those damned twin's lil' sprees!" he continued his ranting, his accent thick and almost laughable....if one didn't mind getting torn apart for doing so. "Stupid teenaged punks......can't rely on 'em fer nuthin."
With a small curse uttered at the world in general, and in specific at teenagers everywhere, the completely artificial android passed over the decimated city and began his search anew elsewhere.
"When ya want ta get the job done, ya send a man, not some lil' pansy pretty boy!" he muttered under a very human-like breath.
~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks found himself in one of *those* situations. It was here that he wished he had a father alive....but then, considering how that other Vegeta acted, he wouldn't be much help. In fact, he'd probably be laughing his head off. And pointing.
It wasn't that he was nervous; there was just this underlying feeling of something bad about to happen.
That was when his mother walked in.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Juuhachi had never heard someone scream that loud before....which was a first, considering how many years she spent killing people in what she saw as 'harmless fun.' Hence, that was one LOUD scream.
She clapped her hands over her ears, trying to block it out.
Trunks gave her an apologetic look, and, after she had gotten off of him, dragged his mother into the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~
"What the HELL are you thinking?!" Bulma shrieked at him, jabbing one finger into her adult son's chest. "You bring that...that...that THING in here, and then you decide to go screw her on our couch?!"
"Mother, she is NOT a THING; she is a LIVING PERSON...well, more or less," he tried to calm her down. Then the last thing she said registered....and his face went a very interesting shade of red. "MOM!! Kami, what are you trying to do?! EMBARRASS me to death?!" His explosion was somewhat understandable; he wasn't used to his mother talking...like that. 'Chalk that up to a deprived childhood due to killer androids,' he thought, aware of the irony contained within the statement.
Bulma was, however, going beyond reason. "I would think that's the LEAST of your worries!!"
"You know, you two look kind of stupid right now," a cold voice cut in. They both turned and saw Juuhachi, now dressed her somewhat tattered clothing, leaning against the wall. There was an expression of what looked like hurt on her face. "You could have at least TRIED to keep it down.....what's the point of going into another room if you shriek loud enough that anyone with a ten mile radius can hear you?"
Trunks sighed, and looked down at his boots, feeling like something of an ass. Bulma was still furious, and reached for the nearest hard, metal object.....a frying pan.
"Damnit...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU JUNKHEAP!!" she screamed at the cyborg, startling her. The blonde looked from Trunks to his mother, and back again, and turned on her heel, fleeing from the pan-wielding woman. It took Trunks all of five minutes to shoot a glare at his mother before storming out after 18.
Bulma just stood there, angry as Hell but also confused beyond reason.
~~~~~~~~~
The blonde beauty was floating over the spot where her brother had died when Trunks found her. She was holding herself, and judging by the way she was shaking, she was in tears. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but she silently elbowed him in the stomach and blasted him in the face.
He slammed into the ground not physically harmed, but still stunned by her outburst. He floated back up again, and tried to repeat his earlier attempt at consoling her, but she lashed out again. This time, he caught her elbow, and spun her around so she was facing him.
Just as he thought, she had been crying; her normally-flawless eyes were becoming bloodshot and puffy, so she must've been crying hard since it took him at least twenty minutes to find her.
"Damnit, leave me alone!" she kicked at him, the blows hardly phasing him. He grabbed her by the arms when she moved to punch him again, and held her close to him. "You heard her....I'm a THING! I'll ALWAYS be a thing!!" she sobbed; apparently she'd been thinking about this before the recent events for her to have been affected this much by some harsh words. ".....Ever since I saw you that first time, you've been stuck in my head, and I came to realize that even though we androids we stronger....we weren't really people anymore.....just things. So every time I saw you, I had to hurt you the way I did....in order to punish you for making me feel like some monster out of a bad movie," she whispered, resting her head against his chest. "And Juunana didn't help much; all those years.....I loved him, because he was my brother....but the things he did made me feel worse about who, about WHAT, I really was....and then this happens. You make me feel like I can be a person....but then you hurt me again."
Trunks put his arms around her and sighed. "I don't want to hurt you.....it took me a while to realize it, but you mean everything to me. EVERYTHING. Why else were we...together the way we were before?" he asked, faltering, so new at this.
She shrugged. "Maybe you pitied me....or thought that doing what we did would make you feel better about yourself, for losing all those times before...." She offered, struggling to get free. When she looked up into his eyes, though, she saw that she had crossed the line; there was a hurt there, greater than anything she'd caused before. Even the pain caused by death of Gohan wasn't as bad as what he must be feeling now. "Oh, Kami, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that," she rushed, closing her eyes and waiting for what she thought was going to be her end.
Instead, the demi-saiyajin just held her tight to his body, and was silent. It was after a long, awkward silence that he spoke. "I guess I can understand where all this is coming from......but still, you have to realize that I've forgiven you – for EVERYTHING you've done. And not even my mother and her frying pan are going to change my mind," he laughed as he tilted her head up to face him. He leaned in closer, and their lips met.
~~~~~~~~
As the two worked out their difficulties, they were completely unaware that they were being watched by a small figure.
It had purple skin, and wore a large round hat with a puffball on top. Around its neck was a red bowtie with two white R's printed onto it, and it was wearing a pair of blue pants, a white shirt, and a yellow overcoat that was tied shut. It also wore a large pair of sunglasses.
The lenses flashed as data scrolled across them, and the strange little being frowned, reaching into one pocket of its coat and pulling out a silver hipflask. As it continued to watch the couple, it unscrewed the top and began drinking some of the contents. Then it put the flask away.
"This is Juugo, an' I got some baaaad news, Juusan; it looks like Juunana's been dead for at least two days, an' Juuhachi's makin' it wit' some human," it spoke in an accented voice as it pressed down on the gold earring in its left ear. There was a hiss, then the sound of violent cursing.
[Somethin' tells me this is gonna be one'a those days,] the other android's voice cut in through the hiss, obviously pissed. [I think Gero musta been off his damn rocker, pickin' those two.....UUURRGGGHH!!!]
"Yo, man, chill; we'll get this straightened out," Juugo spoke soothingly into the communications device. "Hell, worse comes to worse, we kill them both. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' that now, is there?"
There was a low chuckle. [Yer right, shorty. I'll be there as soon as I can; find Juuyon and take care'a those two on the double!]
"Got it, boss man," the android released the earring, left to his own devices. Then he pressed the other one. "Yo, Juuyon, you there man?"
[Yeah, I'm here,] came a masculine, yet toneless voice.
"We found some trouble; get yo' ass here on the double so we can take care'a it," Juugo spoke softly as he floated high above Juuhachi and Trunks.
[Got it. See you when I get there.]
Then there was silence.
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"So....now what?" Juuhachi asked Trunks. The two of them were now sitting on top of one of the few remaining skyscrapers, watching as the sky began to turn a pinkish color.
"I don't have a clue," came his response as he smiled over at her, crossing his arms over his chest and adopting a thoughtful expression. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes.
"You are such an idiot," she said simply.
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he countered, a small smirk on his face.
"...You got me there," she nodded, a small smile on her face.
"Yech! Please, stop subjectin' me ta this mushy crap!" a new voice cut in. The cyborg and saiyajin pushed off from the building and floated up, turning around to see who it was. Trunks' eyes went wide when he recognized the owner of said voice.
"Hell...It's Juusan," he muttered under his breath, aligning himself so he was between Juuhachi and the other android.
"Damnit girl, ya just had to go an' ruin Gero's plans, didn' ya?" the human- looking artificial construct shook his head as he looked up at Trunks and Juuhachi.
"Trunks, what's going on? Who IS that guy?" she asked him, looking over the young man's shoulder to get a better look. Her pale ice-hued eyes were narrowed in confusion, and she was getting a suspicious feeling as she sized up Android 13.
"Trouble."
TBC......................
A/N: I don't know if that technically counts as a cliffhanger, but I thought it was a good point to end the chapter with. Anyway, starting next chapter, our happy couple has to fend off 13 and friends. I'm not saying anything else, because I might give away something that may be good.
