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 5

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Liquid Heat

Bra did have any trouble falling asleep that night as her eyes were tired from all the crying she had been doing…17 on the other hand couldn't sleep a wink. Thoughts of Bra kept running through his head as he lay on the living room couch.

It was beginning to get unbelievably hot when 17 put the fire in the fire place out and opened a few of the windows…he didn't have to worry about one since Bra had thrown a chair through it.

Bra had woken up a few times during the night in a heated sweat. She squirm and make the bed squeak from being uncomfortable. The ropes were beginning to irritate her wrists and the heat made it hard for her to breath.

When she finally woke it was around 12 o'clock on the afternoon and from what she could hear, 17 was still sleeping. He was snoring loudly from the living room couch as Bra rolled her eyes and groaned irritably. She had an itch on her nose and was unable to scratch at it.

"HEY!" She shouted, hoping to wake the sleeping moron.

17 made a snorting noise and turned over on the cough.

Bra narrowed her eyes and sat up on the bed. "HEY, IDIOT! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

17 jumped and fell off the couch, landing face first on the floor. He groaned loudly and got to his feet slowly. "What to you want, girl?" He said in annoyance. "I'm trying to sleep here."

"My nose itches!" She barked.

"And that's my problem why?" He asked, stretching.

Bra sighed angrily. "Well, seeing as you're the moron who tied me to the bedposts, your obligated to jump at my request." She explained smugly.

17 growled and walked lazily up the stairs. He was in just his boxers which caused Bra to sneer away and blush at the same time.

"Where's the damn itch?" He asked, becoming impatient.

"My nose." She said, wiggling it in annoyance.

"Aww, crap." He snap, scratching her nose.

"Your not doing it right!" She hissed. "Can't you do anything right!?"

17 took his hand away and glared at her. "Do you want your damn nose scratched or not?"

Bra pressed her lips together indicating she was going to keep her mouth shut…for the time being. 17 leaned back over and continued scratching.

"That's good." She said turning her head away.

17 stood up straight and wiped his brow. "It's better hot."

Bra rolled her eyes once again. "So I've noticed!" She snapped, pulling at her ropes. "You can't keep me tied up forever you know!"

17 chuckled. "Yes I can." He said, leaning closer to her. "See, the thing about being a kidnapper is I can do WHATEVER I WANT WITH YOU!" He shouted, blowing the damp hair out of her face.

Bra closed her eyes and made a barf face. "Man, you need a tic-tac or something…your breath stank!"

17 scrunched his face up and pulled away from her. "Very funny."

Bra leaned her head on the headboard. "We're going to have a problem if you don't attend to my needs."

17 Crossed his arms, looking down at her angrily. "And they are?" He asked.

"First off, I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!" She shouted, pulling at the roped again.

"Alright, alright! I'll untie you. Jeez." He said, undoing one of her wrists. "I warn you-"

"Yeah, no trying to escape, I've got it." She snapped, snottily as he undid her other wrist.

"Bathrooms downstairs, first door on the right." He told her.

Bra didn't ignoble hearing him and disappeared down the stairs. She closed the bathroom door behind her and sighed in relief of her bathroom brake. She finished her business and opened the door to find 17 standing in front of it.

Bra screamed and slammed the door in his face. "What the hell!" She shouted.

17's eye started twitching again as he stuck a finger in one of his ears. "I'm really getting tired of all your screaming."

"It's not my fault your some sick perv who liked to listen to women pee!" She said opening the door and walking past him.

"Anything else, your highness?" He asked, mockingly as she went back upstairs.

"Yes, I'll need new clothes and what does a girl have to do to get some food around here?"

17 lifted his hands as though he were going to strangle her and tied her hands to the bedposts again then turned around and went downstairs.

"Hey, where are you going?" She asked.

"To get you some damn clothes and something to eat…whatever shuts you up!" He said, pulling his clothes on.

"You just can't leave me here!" She shouted.

17 rolled his eyes and slammed the door behind him.

Bra's mouth dropped open. "How rude!"

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It was a blistering hot day as the sun beat down on the city. There wasn't a soul for males as the temperature hit 102 degrees. 17 searched around aimlessly, trying to find a grocery store, when he did the people were rude and irritable. He didn't blame then, however, the heat was beginning to annoy him as well.

He practically drug the bags of groceries back to the house as the sun stung his tan, muscular arms. He was longer to returning then he had thought and knew she was going to be bitching, so he took a deep breath and opened the front door and stepped in.

He snuck into the kitchen and put the bags down, sighing in relief when he didn't hear a word out of her.

"What took you so long! I'm burning up in here!" Bra suddenly shouted.

17 cringed at the shrill tone of her voice. "I couldn't find a store that was still open." He said grabbing a few things from the bag. He shook his head and met her eyes at the roof of the bedroom door.

Bra was still tried to the posts, her hair moist and matted to her face. She had been laying there, sweating for quit some time. A look of pure loathing on her face. "This isn't going to do! She spat as he took a step forward.

17 snarled cutely and dropped everything in his hands to the floor. "I'm sorry that my air conditioning isn't working. Like I said I haven't been here for a while."

Bra glared and looked away. "Where are my clothes?" She mumbled.

17 turned to a dresser in the room and pulled a handful of clothes from it. "I shouldn't find a clothing store, so you'll have to wear these." He said throwing them at her.

Bra growled and kicked the clothes from her legs. "Well, aren't you going to untie me?" She barked.

17 sighed and undid the ropes around her wrist and set her free. Bra rubbed her wrists and sat up on the bed as 17 sat down on a chair across from her.

"Don't start bitching now." 17 said coolly.

Bra sneered and dug through the clothes until she found something half way decent and was about to take her shirt off when she caught 17's gaze from the corner of her eye. "Do you mind!" She barked.

"Nope." He relied with a smirk.

Bra put her hands on her hips. "I'm not changing with you in the room!?" She hissed. "If I don't change we're going to have a big problem!"

17 rolled his eyes once again and pointed downstairs.

"I'm not going down there! It's hotter down there then it is up here!" She whined.

"Well, that's too bad because I'm not moving a muscle." He said leaning back into the chair.

Bra glared. "At least close your eyes, pervert!"

17 growled at being called at once again, but did as she requested and clamped his hand over his eyes. The name was becoming very annoying.

Bra turned around so her back was facing him and pulled her dirty, blood soaked shirt over her head, letting in fall to the ground beneath her. 17 peeked through a slit in his fingers as she unhooked her bra. He had never seem such a beautiful girl this close up, half naked before.

Her skin seemed perfect from where he sat and the curves of her body were amazing as she lift her hand over her head to slid a white tank top on. Bra's eyes narrowed after pulling it down around her waist. "I know your peeking! And I'm not changing my underwear in front of you!" She snapped.

'DOH!' 17 thought as the room seemed to be getting hotter…or it was just him as he felt his pants becoming tighter. He knew it was her who had caused his erection, he had to get out of there and cool down. Most importantly, he had to cool her down or he'd never hear the end of it.

"Fine!" He snapped, getting to his feet. "You finished getting dressed and I'll go get some ice." H said, leaving the room.

"So, the android wants a show." Bra said smirking devilishly. "Then a show he shall have!"

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17 spat curse words and insults as he flung the front door open and walked furiously to the side of his house, throwing vines and bushes out of his way. He wasn't her personal slave or Kami sake! She was his hostage…not the other way around.

He flung the top of a rusty looking freezer open and pulled put a big bag of ice. "At least something still works." He said, slamming the slid shut.

The tight tank top he wore clung tight to his muscular body as he made his way back up stairs. Hot and sweaty, he entered the room to find Bra sitting on the bed, leaning her back against the head board with her eyes closed.

All she wore was a small white tank top with no bra and a pare of white cotton panties. She was breathing hard as sweat glistened on her smooth, tanned body. One leg was propped on the bed as they other lay flat.

17 was dazed by her beauty and stared as one of her eyes slowly opened. "Well," She said softly. "I'm dying here."

17 broke his gaze and moved across the room, sitting down in his chair. He opened the bag of ice and threw a few pieces at her.

Bra peered down at the ice as it began to melt on one of her thighs. "That's it?" She asked, locking her eyes on him. Apparently she wasn't the only one with a nice body.

"You never said how much you wanted, so I guessed." He answered standing up. He grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head. Bra felt her face turn red as she watched the muscles in his arms and chest flex.

She began to squirm where she sat as he lifted the bag of ice over his head. He tilted it and poured the water in the bottom of the bag over his hot flesh. It ran down over his face and trickled down his chest, sliding in the grooves. She followed the stream of water as it ran down his six pack and disappeared into his pants.

'My god he's built' she thought biting her bottom lip. She was supposed to be the one with sex appeal here! Apparently, 17 was beating her at her own game.

When 17 sat back down he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "You want more?" He asked.

"What!?" She snap, feeling her cheeks begin to redden in embarrassment.

17 smirked. "More ice?" He continued, knowing he was beginning to get to her.

"I'm fine." She muttered picking up a piece of ice. A sudden smirk formed across her face.

"I'll make do with that I have." She said closing her eyes as she rubbed the ice over her face.

17 opened his eyes slightly to peer at her. She had her head thrown back as she brought the ice down her cheek, moving it across her neck. 17 opened his eyes all the way and sat up in his seat to get a better look.

She opened her mouth slightly and arched her back as she ran it over her collar bone. "It feels so good." She moaned moving the ice above her breasts.

17 almost fell out of his seat as he lost all concentration. He licked his lips as his eyes had a feeding frenzy on her perfect body. Ever curve were calling out to him as he felt his pants tighten once again.

Bra lifted the ice from her hot flesh, holding it over her chest and squeezed it in her hand. He followed a drop of water with is eyes as it fell from her hand and hit the soft skin of her chest. It rolled excruciatingly slow down between her cleavage, disappearing in her tank top.

"Mmm..." She moaned.

17 couldn't take it any longer! She was driving him crazy! Her body was just too welcoming to him! Suddenly, he jumped out of his seat and grabbed her arm, turning her 'til her head was at the foot of the bed and he was over her.

Bra gasped in shock as he grabbed her other wrist and placed them above her head. She whimpered and pressed the side of her face into the bed as 17 nibbled at her earlobe and drug his tongue alone her neck. Bra bit her bottom lip hard, drawing blood.

He ran his tongue across her collar bone and swirled it around her cleavage where the water dropped had vanished, causing Bra to gasp and ball her hands into fists.

He slowly brought his lips back to her ear. "You have no idea what you do to me, looking the way you do." He whispered hotly onto her ear.

Bra whimpered again as he brought his mouth to her's and licked the blood from her lips.

"Your sweet." He whispered.

Bra opened her eyes to look up at him with a frightened look in her eyes. 17 suddenly jumped and pulled his face from her's. He remembered that face, he'd seen it many times before on his victims faces. He let her wrists go and got off the bed. He put his hands over his face and shook his head.

Bra leaned up on her elbows and looked up at him as he started walking away from her.

"Where are you going?" She said, softly.

17 stopped at the bedroom door with his back to her. "I need a cold shower." He said, disappearing with his head down.

Bra fell back on the bed and sighed miserably. "This is getting bad." She muttered.

Downstairs 17 turned the handle mark cold in the shower and stood underneath it. He let the water hit his face as he cursed himself. "Damn it, all those face…will they never leave me to peace?" He said quietly. "That girl…there's something about her. I've never felt his way before."

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