Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy write Akira Toriyama.

Bra- 17

Android 17- 18

All other ages don't matter at this point, so fill them in as you wish.

Rated: R for violence, adult language, and sexual situations.

I Am Not The Killer

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Chapter 4

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Fueling Rage

Bra swallowed hard and turned her head to the side, her temples pounding as she squinted into the flickering light coming from a fire place. She brought her hand to her forehead and realized she was laying on a bed that she didn't recognize.

She laid there until her vision cleared and the room stopped spinning. A sharp pain suddenly shot through her side as pressure was being applied. She groaned and lifted her head to see what was causing her discomfort.

17 was kneeling on the ground, hovering over her, holding some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Her shirt was up past her breasts as he held a white cloth tightly to her wound.

Bra took a deep breath as her face filled with anger at the sight. Her body felt hot all over as she ignored the blinding pain in her side and lunged at him. She caught 17 off guard and sunk her teeth into his neck.

17 loosened the hold he had on her and yelled, feeling is flesh breaking under her teeth. She pushed her away and fell back to the floor, holding his neck which was beginning to throb.

Bra jumped off the bed and pulled her shirt down. "I KNEW YOU WE'RE A PERVERT!" She screamed, running down the stairs that lead into the living room.

17 got to his feet. "Fuck!" He said becoming annoyed. He ran his hand over his broken flesh to see if there was any blood. When he didn't find any he ran down the stairs after her as there was a loud crash downstairs.

Bra had picked up a chair and throw it through one of the windows. She was half way through it when he caught her around the waist and pulled her from the window.

"NO!" She shouted, grabbing hold of the window ceil. "SOMEONE HELP!"

17 struggled to pull her from the window. "Stop screaming!" He ordered.

"RAPE!! SOMEONE HELP!" She screamed, nearly kicking him in the face.

"I'm not trying to rape you!" He shouted back.

"HELP!"

17's face turned a dark red as she slammed the back of her head into his nose. "Ok, that's it!" He growled, sticking his finger into the wound at her side.

Bra screamed bloody murder and began to cry as she let go of the window. 17 pulled her arms behind her back and held her tight. "Would you just calm down!" He asked roughly.

Bra winced in pain as her side began to throb once again, making her angry. She clenched her teeth together and brought her leg up into the air, kicking him in the face. 17 released her arms and stumbled back, holding his nose which she'd hit for the 2nd time that day.

She took off, running back upstairs in hopes of finding another way out without him stop her. She didn't know what he had planed for her and she wasn't willing to stick around to find out! She was too proud to submit to her kidnapper.

She searched around franticly, but there weren't any windows or doors upstairs. She'd have to blast her way out, but didn't know if she had the strength to do it. She lifted her hands in front of her and tried to conger an energy ball, but couldn't. She lowered her hands to her sides and turned to look at 17 as he came up the stairs.

He stopped at the railing and watched her as she began to waver. Her eyes blurred as she fell forward towards the floor as 17 lunged out and caught her in his arms. "You've lost a lot of blood…you need to rest."

Tears fell silently from Bra's eyes as she pressed herself deeper into his embrace. He held her tight against him, not knowing why…he just felt it was something he had to do and he liked it.

Bra sobbed into his chest. She didn't understand him at all. He'd be mean and cruel then gentle and loving. A part of her liked being in his strong embrace, feeling his warm breath on her cheek. How could being in the arms of her murdering kidnapper feel so right? Then again…how could holding a little spoiled little brat feel so right?

Bra was always drawn to the bad boys, but this was ridiculous! He was a murdering android…a cute murdering android…

'Damn it!' She cursed herself, running a hand over his pecks to his shoulder. 17 just about purred from the tingling sensation her touch was giving him. A forced smile formed on his face as he nuzzled her hair, breathing her scent in deeply. Being close to her made him feel happy and well, he'd never really felt happiness before…there was always the pleasure of destroying things, but it never brought him happiness at least not the kind he was feeling now.

He looked down to find a mutual smile on her face and suddenly became frightened. He shook his head and became confused. 'OH NO YOU DON'T!' He yelled to himself in thought. 'YOUR DOING IT AGAIN! THIS LITTLE BRAT IS YOUR HOSTAGE! YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO CARE WHETHER SHE'S HURTING OR NOT! YOU PROMISED YOURSELF YOU'D NEVER CARE FOR ANYONE LET A LONE A FEMALE! SHE'S TRYING TO TRICK YOU!'

17 became angry and suddenly threw her to the bed. Bra gasped in shock, landing on the bed. Her body filled with fear once again as he stood there glaring at her evilly. Was he going to rape her after all?

"I know what your doing and it's not going to work." He said coldly.

Bra curled herself up on the bed, trying to get as far away from him as she could. "What are you talking about?" She asked in a whimper.

17 sighed and almost felt bad, but shook it away. "All I'm trying to do is help, so you don't bleed to death and I get a foot in the face! Why'd you have to run from me you stupid girl! Now I'm stuck here having to take care of you!" He snapped, walking towards her.

"Stay away from me! I don't want your help!" She shouted.

17 snorted. "Of course you do! Your helpless…without me you wouldn't still be here. I could have left you do die!"

Bra glared up at him. "Like all those people in those buildings you destroyed?" She asked through clenched teeth.

17's mouth dropped open to say something, but hesitated. "I didn't do those things." He said softly.

Bra's glared deepened. "You're a LIAR! MURDERING ANIMAL!!" She screamed.

17's right eye started twitching as he let his anger get the better of him. He reached out and grabbed Bra by her hair, pulling her to her knees. "If I'm an animal then maybe I should have my animal way with you!" He shouted, raising an open hand in the air to slap her.

Bra whimpered loudly in fear and brought her arms up in front of her to shield herself from his rage. 17 stopped and looked down at the young girl cowering before him as a look of disappointment crossed his face.

He lowered his hand and threw her back to the bed. He then smirked and covered her body with his own. Bra shrieked and tried pushing him away, but his weight forced her arms to her sides.

17 smiled devilishly and locked his teeth on her neck. Bra let out a shrill scream as he started to suck roughly on her sensitive flesh. "Paybacks a bitch." He muttered against her.

Shocks of electricity shot through Bra's body as he ran his hand up her body, into her soft hair. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up on ends as he nipped the tender skin of her neck and collarbone.

Bra felt feverish as both of their breathing started picking up. Her cheeks flushed red as he trailed his tongue up her neck ending at her eye lobe which he teased, flicking it with his tongue.

17 loved the way she tasted and he wanted more. He'd never been so close to a woman before and found himself becoming intoxicated. There was something about her he craved and if it had been any other woman he doubted he'd be feel the same.

Bra almost let a moan pass her lips as every muscle in her body tightened. She opened her eyes and saw the satisfaction on his smug face.

Just who does he think he is? He actually believes he's worthy of taking in the essence of the Saiyan Princess's flesh? HA! He's got another thing coming to him!

Bra took a deep breath and brought her knee up in between 17's legs, hitting him hard in the nuts. 17 yelled and pulled away from her to hold himself as she pushed him off the bed. 17 landed hard as he held his abdomen.

"You little bitch." He muttered, spitting a little. "Just for that I should make you kiss it better."

Bra's eyes opened wide in fear as she quickly slid off the bed and curled up into the corner of the room with her face berried in her arms as 17 got to his feet, stumbling a bit.

"That's it." He said, looking through have closed eyelids. "I'm done playing games now."

She tried to curl up into a little ball and disappear as he walked towards her. He stopped at a small desk and opened it. He pulled something out of it and grabbed her by her wrist.

"NO! Please, just leave me alone!" She cried, being yanked to her feet. Again she found herself being thrown to the bed, but this time she didn't feel him up on her as she clenched her eyes tight.

He grabbed each of her wrists and tied them to a bedpost with rope be had taken from the desk. Bra peeked up at him from one eye and squirmed as he kneeled down at the side of the bed and hovered over her once again.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him in a confused way.

"I'm going to lift your shirt now, so I can clean and wrap your wounds." He said, lifting her shirt just above her wounds.

Bra cringed when she felt him apply the rubbing alcohol and tapped a bandage over her cuts. He then pulled her shirt down and stood up. He walked quickly to the door and turned to look at her. She looked so innocent and helpless being tied up on his bed.

"Things can get better and they can get worse. Which ever is up to you." He said, leaving the room coldly.

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Felt Bra deserved to beat the hell out of 17 for being such an ass although she got her own share of pain as well. Anyway, please review.

-Missy

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