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Chapter 4

Bulma pulled the welding mask off her face and began to fiddle with Eighteens internal wiring. There was a lot of damage done to the circuitry and many of Eighteens parts had had to be replaced, but all her memory was intact, atleastas far as Bulma could tell, and the important parts of her android system were also unharmed.

"So how much longer are you going to be?" Seventeen came sauntering into the room withthat famous smile of his plastered on his face.

"Not too long," Bulma smiled back at him."I just have to reconnected the main neurological wiring in her head and the wiring in her chest and she should be up and running. I don't know exactly how damaged some of her internal parts are, they look strong enough and Gero seems to have built her to withstand almost anything, so she should be okay." Bulma stretched and yawned, aware of the highly amused look on Seventeens face as she did so.

"Did I keep you awake too long last night?" He smirked and walked in closer for a kiss. They had been up most of the night, since Bulma has become part cyborg she didn't need as much sleep and Seventeen was using that to his advantage. Not that Bulma would ever say no to him now. Apart form being the best lover she had ever had he was also turning into her best friend. They did everything together from eating to sleeping and from flying to re-building Eighteen. He was evil – she knew he was evil – but there was something about him that she couldn't resist. How it was possible for her to go from hating him to loving him almost overnight was hard for her to say - but she had.

"Let me go so I can get back to work, give me an hour or two and I could possibly have her up and working." Seventeen reluctantly let Bulma go and sat up on the work bench to watch her.

"Now if I can just…there…and that…no, not to the yellow wire…good…" Bulma muttered to herself as she worked steadily, seemingly unaware of the time passing around her. Finally Bulma put down the screwdriver she had in her hand and she connected the last wire.

Eighteen's eyes shot open and she looked around wildly, her eyes focusing on Seventeen then on Bulma and then back to Seventeen. She relaxed back onto the table and but continued to move her head around, taking in the surroundings and Bulma closed the small hatch in Eighteen's stomach.

"There. All done." Bulma stepped away as Eighteen sat up with a slightly irrate look on her face.

"The last thing I remember is that snake Vegeta blasting me!" She spat, eying Bulma warily. "How long have I been out of it?" She unsteadily stood on the floor and took the clothes that Bulma offered her.

"You've been out for a week, sister dearest, but don't worry. I had Bulma her fix you." Seventeen jumped off the bench and gave his sister a grin and he threw his arm around Bulma's shoulders. "Bulma decided to...defect."

"Really?" Eighteen frowned at the scientist and then a nasty smirk slid onto her face and she raised an eyebrow. "Well you were bound to get her some time." She rolled her shoulders and looked up at her cropped hair in annoyance. "What happened to my hair?"

"Most of it got blown away from Vegeta's blast." Bulma shrugged her shoulders, "I tried to find out how to get more implanted but couldn't. You'll just have to live with short hair."

"Yes well, I suppose I could…" Eighteen froze in the middle of speaking and looked closer at Bulma, frowning. "Say, there's something different about you isn't there? Oh! Seventeen!" She whipped around to face her brother."You gave her the serum didn't you?" Eighteen had a familiar evil smirk on her face and she threw back her head and laughed. "Perfect!"

"If you're quite done Eighteen?" Seventeen stepped forward, silencing his younger sister's gleeful laugh. "We have a little job to do. We're going to get Bulma's son, Trunks, and bring him here. He could be useful in time and leaving him with Vegeta would definitely be a mistake." Eighteen rolle dher eyes at her brothers words, but nodded nonetheless.

As Seventeen led the way out of the basement part of Bulma, the human part,became slightly nervous. Vegeta would be mad that she had gone with Seventeen. Vegeta would probably also try to con her into coming back, and besides all that part of her still loved him. Vegeta had been the first man to show her what love, and lust,was all about. He may not love her now but she knew he had once loved her...almost as much as she'd loved him.

The trio blasted over the mountains, the wind whipping their hair around their faces like hundreds of striking snakes. Bulma marvelled at the ability to fly - the adrenalin, the envigoration and the absoloute sense offreedom she felt was almost enough to make her swoon. She should have made Goku teach her to fly a long time ago; this was so fun! Seventeen had taught Bulma to fly in a matter of hours, not only that but he'd also taught her some simple fighting techniques and how to shoot minor ki blasts, "just in case." as he'd put it. To Bulma's new mind it was all terribly easy and everything he told her she stowed away in her mind, almost as though her mind was a giant database.

"I can sense Gohan's ki over there…" Eighteen pointed in a southern direction. "but I can't sense Vegeta or Trunks ki."

"Funny, I can't sense him." Seventeen frowned at his sister. "Since when have you been so sensitive to the boys ki?"

"Since he and Vegeta killed me." The bitterness in the blond androids voice was amazing.

Bulma decided to interject. "She's right - I can feel Gohan too." Bulma concentrated harder but found that shecouldn't find the missing saiyans either.

"I can...now." Seventeen frowned. "But I can't find the other two."

Bulma's troubled eyes met Seventeen's and ther toughts seemed to mesh for a moment -Vegeta and Trunkswere obvious somewhere in hiding – their ki's were so low that unless they were dead they were hiding.

"Any idea's where they would be?" Seventeen raised his eyes bows as he looked at Bulma questioningly, his mind withdrawing.

"I don't know. We could try capsule cop. Or we could find Gohan and make him tell us. Believe me when I say that Vegeta won't be far from Gohan."

Eighteen grunted and with out bothering to consult Seventeen or Bulma she took off towards Gohan.

"Is she always this…antisocial?" Bulma asked as they caught up to a glowering Eighteen.

"Pretty much." He gave her one of his smiles and the three of them blasted towards Gohan with a burst of speed.

"There's been no sign of them yet, Vegeta." Gohan spoke into the vid phone.

"Well keep your eyes open Boy, the Androids aren't far away and I'm willing to bet that whenever they show up Bulma's going to be with them – if she's alive." Vegeta glowered at his son who was sitting off the right playing with blocks. The spoiled brat had no inkling of the trouble his mother was in.

"What makes you so sure they're going to bring Bulma with them?" Gohan gave a wry twist of his mouth and put a doubtful look on his face, "I mean I know you swore to me that you felt her power the other day, and I know that you believe Bulma is alive because Seventeen came to get his sisters parts the other day and dropped in to tell us that Bulma was going to rebuild her for him, but they could have killed her straight afterwards -if he wasn't lying his ass off in the first place."

"No…" Vegeta paused, "Something doesn't feel right about this. Bulma is alive and in good health. I just can't work out why she hasn't tried to contact me or get away from them. Some of the things that Seventeen said about Bulma…and how she acts in bed…" Vegeta baredhis teeth into the phone, "Well they were true. Gohan, what if he's somehow managed to wipe her mind? What is he's turned her against us?"

"And what if she's dead?" Gohan slammed a fist down on a rock next to him, "You're becoming obsessed with nothing Vegeta. Just try to hide Trunks from…"

"Try to hide Trunks from...whom?"

Gohan's eyes widened at the all too familiar sound of Bulma's voice…only it wasn't Bulma when he turned around, it looked like Bulma, only it didn't. She sounded and looked cold, like an android. Gohan pressed the end button and silenced Vegeta's ranting on the other end of the transmission. The one-time saiyan prince didn't need to see this.

"Bulma?" He took a step towards her as the other two androids landed beside her and chuckled evilly.

A/N - Thats all for this chapter folks. Drop me a line, let me know what you think...etc etc etc...I really should post the rest of this fic in one big clump but...that would take time and effort and right now it's 1am and I want to sleep. Later cats...

- VG