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

Mean flashback

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

Chapter 13

Hidden Demons

The conversation 17 had with his sister left him in a bad mood the next few nights. There was one night unparticular when Bra was outside picking wild flowers for the house. 17 was inside sitting in front of the television, something he didn't do ever often. She didn't notice his peculiar behavior coming into the house until she started talking to him.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" She asked, flopping down next to him.

17 glared over at her. "What the hell does it look like?" He snapped.

Bra frowned putting her chin into her shoulder. "Sorry, I was just trying to make conversation."

"All you ever do is talk." He growled, getting off the couch. He walked to the kitchen table and picked up a pack of cigarettes.

Bra turned and narrowed her eyes as he lit it. "Since when do you smoke?" She asked getting off the couch as well.

"Since now." He said, blowing smoke towards her.

Bra coughed and tried fanning it away from herself. "Well, it's disgusting. Your not smoking in the house. I refuse to smell like smoke!" She hissed.

17 chuckled, shaking his head. "It's my house, I'll do whatever the hell I want in it."

Bra moved in front of the sink she was washing dishes in. "I don't care if it's your house! We both live here."

17 rolled his eyes. "Fine, if it shuts you up." He said walking towards her. He forced her against the sink roughly with his body.

She turned her head to the side in disgust. "You stink!" She snapped.

17 ran his lips across her neck, bringing the cigarette close to her face. "Don't be such a bitch."

Excuse me!" Bra shouted, putting her hand to his chest, pushing him away.

He flicked it into the sink and turned, walking back into the living room.

"Don't walk away from me 17!" She yelled, storming after him.

"I'll walk away from you if I want, bitch!" He shouted as his eyes flashed red.

"How dare you!"

She raised her hand in the air to slap him, but he caught it and bent her wrist backwards.

"Ahhh.." Bra whimpered, grabbing his hand.

17 had the look of a mad man on his face. Smirking as though he was enjoying the pain he was causing her.

"Your hurting me." She cried, pulling at his fingers with no luck. His hand was closed so tightly, his fingers where turning white.

"So, it's just a little pain!" He said licking his lips. "Maybe this will treat you to never to talk back to me."

Bra fell to her knees as he twisted her arm. "Please, 17. Your hurting me!" She cried as tears fell from her eyes.

"Heh!" He chuckled, releasing her wrist.

Bra fell to her butt cuddling her bruised wrist, whimpering. She looked up at him with tear streaked cheeks. "Your…your scaring me." She stuttered, moving her back against the wall. She wanted to be as far from him as she could.

Looking down at the frightened girl was starting to excite the crazed android. She was wearing a white cotton tank top and jean short shorts. Her increased breathing caused her chest to heave as a light sweat broke out over her body. She looked absolutely tantalizing.

Bra pulled her legs to herself becoming uncomfortable under his stare.

17 suddenly smirked. "Your defiance has provoked an arousal in me." He said, deviously. "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson!" He growled hotly, grabbing her wrist again.

"NO!" Bra screamed trying to pull away from him. "Let go of me!"

He drug her across the living room floor towards the stairs. "There's no point in fighting me. One way or another, I will have you." He said, lifting her to her feet. She punched him everywhere imaginable as he threw her over his shoulder.

"Snap out of it, 17! Your possessed!" She screamed, pounding her fists against his back. 17 just snickered slyly at her feeble escape attempts.

"Keep fighting, it'll only make me want you more." He said seductively, carrying her upstairs.

No way in hell his was happening. 17 couldn't seriously be planning on raping her, but then again…it wasn't 17, at leased not on the inside.

"Don't do those, 17! Your stronger then he is!" She said shouted as he threw her down on the bed. She tired crawling away from him, but he caught her by the ankle.

"Your like a small animal struggling in the jaws of a predator. There's not getting away." He said, pulling her underneath him.

"Get away from me!" She snapped, smacking him in the head repeatedly.

He laughed and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head, holding them down with one hand. "You really know how to turn me on." He said, needingly as he tore the front of her cotton shirt open.

"Eeep!"

Bra squeaked as he exposed her hot flesh. He ignored her struggles as he ripped the button from her shorts and tore them off.

"Think about what your doing, 17!" She pleaded.

"I don't need to think about it. I've already made up my mind." He growled, ripping the panties from her waist.

Bra screamed as the cold air hit her naked body. He undid his belt and dropped his pants to his knees. She tried knocking him off of her with her hips, but failed.

"Oh, Kami…I've gotta get between those legs! He exclaimed, forcing her legs apart so he could settle between them. "I'm gunna enjoy this!"

"No, you don't know what your doing!" Bra shouted, wiggling a hand free. She pushed up for enough to get her foot between his legs and kneed him directly in the nuts.

"Ahhh! You stupid bitch!" He hollered, falling off the bed cupping himself.

Bra pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself as she ran downstairs. What the hell was she going to do! She couldn't run from him, she already tried that and lost! She suddenly got an idea, grabbing a frying pan.

17 pulled himself together quickly and slowly walked to the bedroom door. "I know you're here, Bra. The longer you keep me from getting what I want the worse your punishments going to be." He said calmly, walking down the stairs.

Bra stood with her back against the wall separating the living room from the kitchen breathing heavily.

'This isn't happening! This ISN'T happening!' She kept repeating over in her mind with one hand keeping the sheet closed and the other gripping the pan tight.

"I can hear your heart beating…boom…boom…BOOM!" He shouted, jumping out in front of her. Bra screamed and hit him in the side of the head with the frying pan.

"Ow goddamn it!" He shouted, throwing her up against the wall. His eyes were burning like fire. "Trying to crack my skull!"

He started weaving from side to side as his speech began to slur. "Your…really going to…pay or…this…" Bra closed her eyes expecting a slam, punch, something…

When nothing happened she opened one eye slowly to find him passed out of the floor not moving. She opened both her eyes in shock and looked at the pan she was holding in the air.

"Ahhh!" She yelled dropping it. "I've killed him!"

She turned his head to the side, feeling his neck for a pulse. She sighed in relieve when she found one. She didn't kill him…she just knocked him unconscious. She tied the sheet around herself and turned him over onto his back.

She smiled, brushing black hair away from his face. He was so handsome, looking peaceful and relaxed unlike the face she just saw a few moments ago. Did she have her sweet android back?

She wondered what would happen in the morning when he woke up as he drug him to the bedroom. He put him on the bed and undressed him to his boxers. She pulled a night gown out of her dresser and laid softly beside him.

He had to stop keeping secrets and tell her what was going on. He'd seen him like this once before when him and Vegeta fought. She'd never forget the hate burning in his eyes.

Author's Note- . oo00oo 17's gone nuts!…or has he? Guess you'll never know until next chapter!

Ok, the whole reason for writing and posting chapters is to get reviews and lately I've been getting crap for reviews. Either people are too lazy to tell me if they like my story or no one is reading it and if that's the case, I give up. I write stories for other people and they can't take the time to tell me what they thought about a chapter. How am I supposed to know if my story is good or not if people won't review? I'm not trying to sound like a review nazi or anything, but I'm going to discontinue this story if I'm not going to be any