Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy writes 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 and adult language.

I Am Not The Killer

Chapter 14

Goodbyes Aren't Forever

17 woke up early the next morning. So early the sun wasn't up yet. He found a feminine hand draped across his chest and flung it off of him, falling out of bed in shock. He lie there a few minutes and slowly for to his feet rubbing his face tiredly, not being able to remember much of what had happened last night, but one thing was for sure-his head really hurt.

He looked back to the bed and saw a woman sleeping. He squinted his eyes in confusion. Something in the back of his head was nagging at him like something bad had happened. The sheet was covering most of her face, so he moved closer to get a better look.

Slowly pulling them from her face everything about last night came back to him. The argument he had with his sister, assaulting Bra, and being hit in the head with something hard. Fighting back tears, his jaw trembled as he pulled the sheets away from her wrists finding black and blue bruises.

He dropped the sheets and back away from her. "No…" He whispered putting his hands over his face. "What have I done?"

He stopped when his back hit the wall and slid down it to the floor. Shaking his head, he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms.

Bra woke up sometime after dawn flying into a sitting position when she didn't see 17 lying next to her. Her aqua hair flew wildly around her shoulder as she tossed her head in every direction looking for some kind of sign of him.

When she found him fear struck her heart. Was he back to normal? If he wasn't, did she piss him off even more then he had been in the first place? There was only one way to find out, but she didn't want to.

She moved to the corner of the bed slowly trying not to disrupt him. Maybe she could slip passed him giving him some time to cool down.

"You must hate me…" 17 whispered loud enough for her to hear as soon as her foot it the floor.

Bra froze, her eyes wide. "No, I-I don't hate you." She replied weakly.

"Why not?" He asked. "I hate me."

Bra let out a sigh of relief. It was her 17. Walking to him she knelt down wrapping her arms around him.

"Don't hate yourself, 17. It wasn't your fault." She said caringly.

17 huffed, shaking his head. "I should've had more control. I just let it happen!"

"Stop blaming yourself." She kissed the side of his head rubbing his back lovingly. "I'm a big girl. A little bruising isn't going to kill me."

"That's not the point!" He snapped, sitting up. "I hurt you."

Bra grabbed his arms wrapping them around her waist. She held him close caressing his cheek. "It doesn't even hurt. It's ok, I'm not worried about it."

17 pulled away from her as tears fell silently from his eyes. "I don't care if you're not worried about it! I promised myself I would never hurt you again and I did! Don't you understand that?"

She tired putting her hands on his face, but he grabbed them in mid-air.

"I just want to be alone." He said, putting her hands in her lap. He stood up walking to the bedroom door.

Bra started crying watching him. "Are you going to come back?" She asked.

"Yes." She answered, going downstairs.

She wiped her face and lie back down on the bed. She didn't know if she believed him or not.

17 left the house walking down to the waterfall Bra seemed to love so much. Every Friday night she would drag him down there. It was the only peaceful thing he could think of at the moment. He picked up a stick and beat it against a giant rock next to the lake.

"Goddamn it!" He yelled throwing the stick to the side. How could he let something like this happen? He thought he had more control, more willpower. His other personality was coming out more and more as the days passed. It was like to sides of him.

It wasn't two people trapped in one body. It was him. Just plan ole 17. The part of him Bra fell in love with was the intruding one. After losing his thrill for destruction he didn't have reason left to be a bloodthirsty psycho. That's when the man Bra came to know showed up, who's the exact opposite of what he really was.

17 shook his head throwing a rock into the lake when the sound of a twig snapping behind him got his attention.

"Aren't you growing tired of playing hide and go seek?" He asked glaring at the reflection of his twin sister in lake.

18 smiled sadistically. "So, how'd last night go?"

17 turned facing her. "Go to hell!"

18 smirked. "I told you this was going to happen, but you didn't believe me."

"I'm not leaving her!" He shouted.

"Aren't you being a little selfish, 17? Who cares what you want, it's what's best for her!"

"No!" He yelled, covering his ears. "I'm not listening to you!"

"Face it, 17! You're a monster! A bloodthirsty monster! Killing people is fun and you love it!"

"Shut up!" He shouted, falling to his knees.

"He's going to win! You can't keep denying who you really are! I did and it got me married with a kid, but I knew it wouldn't last long. I could feel her forcing her way out. It's who we really are, 17! We were programmed to kill! Your life with Bra and mine with Marron and Krillin, it was just a cover until we found one another again. After we died we were pulled apart and lost the taste for destruction, but we can have it again!"

"That's not who I am anymore. I lived to kill people, but now I only live for her." He said, dropping his hands to the ground.

"Then do what's best for her." 18 said, crouching in front of him.

"What should I do?" He asked surrendering.

"Go and spend one last night with her, but in the morning you turn yourself in and forget out her." She explained.

"Why turn myself in?" He asked suspiciously. "Oh, I get it. I turn myself in and go crazy. The satisfaction of killing will become unbearable to the point where he'll take over completely which is exactly what you want."

18 smirked. "You always did catch in quick. You'll bust out with a little help from me and we'll leave this place never to see Bra again. That way we can do what we love without people we care for getting in our way."

17 stood up and glared. "That's the thing that separates us from monsters, 18. We care." He hissed walking passed her.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow night, 17! Do you want to keep hurting her?" 18 yelled at his back.

He stopped listening to her, but knew she was right. He had to leave and never come back. He couldn't bring himself to be with her if he kept hurting her. He deserved better. He'd do exactly what 18 had said. He'd stay with Bra this one last night and never look back.

When he got back to the house Bra was sitting on the couch and stood to greet him.

"17, I was getting worried. It's late." She said, walking around the couch.

"Yeah, well, I had a lot of thinking to do." He replied, bring her into his arms.

Bra melted against him breathing his scent in deeply. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too." He said, kissing her on the lips.

"Can I get you to do a favor for me?" He asked.

"Sure." She said, looking at him. "What is it?"

"I know it's getting late, but do you think you can go out and pick some berries and flowers"

Bra looked at him strangely. "I can, but what's the point?" She asked.

"Um…" He mumbled, trying to think up a good excuse. "Well, I know how much you like having flowers and berries in the house, so I would have done it myself, but then I remembered how much you loved picking them and doing it yourself." He lied horribly.

Bra raised both her eyebrows. "I have the feeling your trying to get me out of the house."

17 put his hand on this chest looking shocked. "Why on earth would you ever think that? I wouldn't dream of driving such a beautiful woman out of my house when I've out her in my grasp." He said, bending her over the couch kissing her neck. She wrapped her arms around him as his hand found it's way between her legs.

"Alright." She said, taking his hand away. "That's for later."

"Your not fun." He pouted, lifting her up.

"Come one, lover boy. Take a shower while I'm out." She said, walking to the door.

"Ok, but be careful."

"Of course."

As soon as Bra closed the door 17 started running around the house like a mad man. She wouldn't be gone long; especially with the lame ass excuse he had given her. He had a limited time to put his secret evil plan to work…

And just as he had suspected she wasn't gone much more then an hour. She entered the house with an arm full of flowers carrying a basket full of berries.

"17?" She asked as light coming from the floor caught her attention. 17 had turned out the lights and placed candles all over the house, in the living room, up the bedroom stairs and in the kitchen. There was soft music playing in the background a long with the smell of burning lavender, which she loved.

Setting the flowers and berried down, she noticed the candles led her to the bathroom. She allowed them carefully and opened the bathroom door. 17 was sitting next to a bath full of fluffy bubble in a giant oval bathtub not connected to the floor or walls. It stood on four legs what looked much like lion paws.

17 stood smiling and put his hand out for her. "Your bath awaits."

Bra matched his smile walking towards him. "What's the special occasion?

"No occasion to spoil you, now. Let's get you out of those clothes." He picked her up and carried her to a clearing in front of the mirror and sat her down. He slowly stripped her over ever piece of clothing and returned to the bath.

He held her over the water dipping her toes in. Bra giggled then sighed when her body was devoured completely in the warm suds. Now she knew where the lavender smell was coming from, it was her bath water.

17 pulled a stool next to the tub and sat on it. "Would you like some campaign?" He asked, picking up a bottle and poring some into a wine glass.

"Aren't we a little young?" Bra asked.

17 cocked his head to the side. "So?"

Bra smiled and took the glass feeling a bit stupid. She sipped at her drink as 17 guzzled what was in his glass. Modesty obviously wasn't in the android vocabulary.

"This is nice." Bra whispered, looking back at him. "When are you going to join me?" She inquired.

17 smirked. "I'm just waiting to be invited." He replied hastily.

"I shouldn't need to ask. You should know better to just jump in. Now, get that body naked and in this tub before you get in trouble."

"Yes ma'am." He said stripping immediately.

He crawled into the tub being welcomed by open arms. He leaned his back against Bra lying in the tub. She ran her hands over his chest messaging his muscles.

17 smiled closing his eyes. "I wish we could be like this forever." He sighed.

Bra looked down him through one eye. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing." He said, kissing her hand.

Looking at him with both eyes. "What's all of this for anyway?" She inquired.

"Huh? I already told you, I don't need any reason to spoil you."

Bra's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He said chucking.

"Then what is it?" She asked, taking his hands into her's.

17 sighed. "Ok, I had a talk with my sister." He admitted.

Bra's face lit up. "Really? How'd it go? Whatcha talk about?"

His facial expression hurt. "I can't keep hurting you like I did the other night, so I'm leaving in the morning to turn myself in."

She pulled her hands away from him and glared. "Get off me!" She snapped.

"What?" He asked surprised.

"I said get off me!" She ordered. "I want out!"

She pushed him off of her and crawled out of the tub grapping her towel.

"Bra, wait!" He called after her. By the time he had gotten out of the tub and grabbed a towel she was already in the living room.

"What's wrong?" He asked hotly already knowing the answer.

Bra crossed her arms and turned away from him. "What do you mean your leaving!?"

"I don't want to hurt you anymore." He answered.

"Errr…I said I was alright." She growled.

"And what if it happens again, huh? What if your not alright then?" He shouted angrily.

There won't be another time!" She snapped back.

"You don't know what! It's becoming harder and harder to control!"

Bra throw her arms down and screamed. "Then just leave! Better now then later!"

"AHHH!!" He shouted back at her. "Fine! I'll just leave naked in a towel!" He bellowed walking towards the door and opening it.

"NO!" She cried, running to the door and slamming it in front of the both of them.

17 looked at her with growing annoyance.

"I'm sorry." Bra said, putting her arms around his neck. "If this is the last night I'm going to get with you, I don't want to spend it fighting."

"I agree." He said kissing her.

She led him to the bedroom and dropped her towel. She sat down in front of him on the bed, him looking down at her voluptuous body. She grabbed the towel and removed it from his waist pulling him down on top of her.

"I love you." She whispered into his ear as they made love.

Another's Note- Well, thanks to ever one who did review the chapter I posted before this one. As for the rest of you…you've really let me don't. It's nice to know no one really gives a crap about my story. Anyway, again thanks to the one's who reviewed and I hope you will again.

-Missy