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Krillin stepped back, his jaw dropping to the ground as he fell witness to the daughter of Vegeta literary suicide dive right into Sixteen's attack as a means to save the gentle Saiyan's life. Yamcha and Tien remained put, however the expression they wore mimicked the former bald monk's.

"Wher-where the heck did she come from?!" Krillin blurted out.

Tien's eyes narrowed, his sights falling on the unconscious female Saiyan, whose form was curled on top of Goku's, her right cheek firmly pressed against his chest. The Triclop's grimaced when he noticed the state of Bra's left arm. Her flawless pale skin was now coated with gushing crimson paint and if not attended to, it would surely bleed out until nothing remained.

"She must have felt Goku's energy drop and came rushing to his aid." Tien spoke, causing Krillin and Yamcha to briefly flick their eyes to him before they fell back to the fallen Saiyans. "Anyways she's still alive most likely, just down and out for now."

Yamcha nodded. "Yeah I'm sure she is. If there is one thing I've learned from Saiyan's is that they are too stubborn to just roll over and die. Not only that, but this is the daughter of Vegeta we're talking about and he's as stubborn as a Saiyan gets."

Seventeen frowned, clearly not thrilled with the half Saiyan's sudden interference.

"Hey, now why'd she go ahead and do that? What is she to Goku anyways?"

Eighteen, her interest finally perking upon the appearance of the female Saiyan, giggled softly, one hand covering her lips. "I don't know, but apparently Goku is something to her! Did you hear how she possessively said, 'No one hurts MY Goku'? It was cute!"

Her brother chuckled. "I know, right? Maybe she's his crazy ex-girlfriend or something?"

After a few more jokes of Goku and his possible insane ex-girlfriends, the blond Android took note of Sixteen's trembling form, almost as if he was in some kind of inner battle. "Hey Sixteen? Everything alright there? Why don't you hurry up and finish Goku off so we could go elsewhere. Who knows, we might even be able to find a sexy car that you will be able to fit in!"

"I-I refuse…"

His respond surprised his fellow Android. "What do mean you refuse? Isn't that why we came all the way down here for?"

Sixteen stumbled back, fear momentarily flashing before his very eyes. After seconds of silence, he replied to the blond Android. "I…I don't know why."

It wasn't exactly a lie, not really. He didn't know why it was suddenly easy to reject Dr. Gero programming, since the only thing causing him to commit to his mission in the first place was the simple knowledge that he just had to do it. He had to kill Goku. It was his purpose, his reason for his existence….or was that also programmed into him too? How much of what he thought or did was part of Gero's programming? Are any of his thoughts his own? He really didn't know but there was one thing he did know.

"A-abort mission…" He murmured, his voice only audible to his own ears.

It was almost as if seeing his energy attack collide with the young Saiyan's arm, followed by her devastating shrilling voice that could make the toughest willed person's composure weaken, gave him a reality check. It was because of him that the blue-green haired young woman laid unconscious, possible bleeding to death. That's when he realized that-

I don't want to hurt anyone…not without reason. Life is too precious to be wasted on revenge, especially on something that happened years ago, according to Gero's data files. I will no longer follow through your will. You are no longer among the living so there is nothing to stop me from doing so.

On the contrary, you don't have a choice in the matter.

What's this?! Upon hearing the raspy familiar voice echo through his ears, he stumbled back yet again, causing his fellow Androids and the three Z-Warriors to give each other puzzling looks.

Why it's your abductor and creator, Dr. Gero! If you are hearing this now, it is because you, Android Sixteen, are rejecting the program I had installed within your brain. Your purpose is to kill Son Goku and you will do as I programmed you to do whether you like it or not.

Sixteen staggered about, his hands flying towards his head, gripping tightly as he began to feel a firm yet powerful force tug at his mind. He clutched his jaw painfully as a vision of the Doctor himself manifesting before his eyes.

I will not do as you say! You can harm me all you want!

Ahh my creation, as I already said, you don't really have a choice! Let me explain…I took you in for a reason, you see you were quiet a strong and skilled fighter however you had a major weakness. That weakness was that you were too soft hearted! I needed a cold hearted fighter who would be easier to manipulate but unfortunately I was unable to find one at the time. You were the best I could find. I figured that that was fine, that I could reprogram you into the cold hearted machine that I wanted you to be! Imagine my dismay when I found out that no matter how much I tried, I could not get rid of that soft nature you possessed! So then I gave up and settled for just wiping your memory clean, leaving only the important things such as the fighting aspects. Seventeen and Eighteen were simpler to deal with since they were…quite reckless when I took them in in the first place. But still, even after the memory wipe, you remained kind hearted! So that's when I decided that I would ingrate it into your memory that your purpose is and always will be to kill Son Goku, at all cost! And if, for some reason that failed, this message would appear and in the background, as you are no doubt feeling now, a software installation implanted into your brain will activate and remove all will power whatsoever.

"No…" Sixteen whispered in despair, his emerald orbs flickering to a shade of deep red.

In other words, within the next few seconds, you will be a slave to my programming! Upon the ending of this message, your brain activity will be temporary 'turned off', leaving you to do just as I say! And that is to kill Son Goku!

The Doctor's mad laughing voice is the last thing the large Android heard before everything went black.

"Hey Sixteen? Sixteen!" the blond Android hollered, only to receive no response.

The brunette, becoming fed up with the lack of acknowledge, growled as her jaded eyes stared intensely at the Android. "Sixteen! Will you get on with-"

As if he had heard her demands Sixteen took action, his now luminescent red eyes zeroing on his target: Son Goku.

Sixteen blasted forward, his feet ripping through the ground like it was mere paper as he cocked his large fist back, aiming for a direct finishing blow.

That's when Goku decided to leap into action.

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The moment that the female Saiyan went comatose, collapsing on top of him, the older Saiyan had awaken, the pressure from her sudden weight being the cause. At first he was disorientated, since during his slumber his Saiyan body was actively in a fight to the death with the foreign pathogen, clearly determined to get rid of it at all cost. Once the horrid thumping feeling winded down, his blurred vision centered on a sea of green-blue hair, tousled over his clad chest. At first he thought it was his blue-haired best friend, seeing as how she was really the only person that he knew of that had such a strange hair color, however once he caught a whiff from the long tresses, his sluggish brain finally jumped to reality. He has known Bulma since he was a mere child and though this woman sprawled on top of him had similar hair as her, she was most certainly not her. Last he remembered, her scent was nowhere near as intoxicating as the aroma coming from this woman. Bra… was the name that whizzed through his mind as he finally was able to put the scent and familiar hair color together, like the last piece of a puzzle inserted in its rightful place.

Then the pure alluring scent fell victim to the nauseating smell of coppery blood, almost causing him to gag there and then, the lack of food intake making his stomach feel light and weak. She's hurt…

Goku was about to move, however he hesitated when he heard voices not far from where he currently was, flat on his back. The first three voice's he knew right off the bat, however the other two, he didn't recognize. One of them was unmistakably a woman, the high and bubbly nature of the voice a dead giveaway. The other one was cocky, undoubtedly coming from an arrogant young male. Oddly enough, they seemed to be squabbling about him, the Saiyan only able to catch a few words such as 'cute', 'crazy', and 'ex-girlfriends'. Heh I don't think I've ever had an ex-girlfriend- oh right Chi-Chi… he winced at the sudden reminder of his ex-wife, who he cheated on with the injured half Saiyan currently resting on him.

He quickly pushed those thoughts away when he noticed that the chattering ended, now replaced with nothing but eerie silence. Seconds later, he pick up deep groaning sounds almost as if someone was struggle-

His thoughts were cut short as he heard the soft earth being tore apart, the sound and trembling becoming louder and louder, the cause of the disturbance obviously heading towards him.

Moving as fast as a viper when snatching its prey for lunch, Goku seized the female Saiyan within his left arm, leaping to his feet, only to see a rather large fist ready to meet his face. With only nanoseconds left before he was clobbered, Goku did the only thing he could think of, right there, in that very moment. He threw his free hand at the fist, his palm wide open, clearly aiming to latch onto the wide appendage.

Bad move.

Goku's lungs nearly exploded as a loud screeching scream erupted from his lips, a disgusting crunch followed by an audible snap echoing through the air, causing his black orbs to turn briefly white. The full Saiyan felt nothing but pain for the next few seconds as Sixteen attacked yet again, without remorse, giving him a direct hit to the abdomen upon staggering sideways. The Android's fist nearly ripped right through the Saiyan's body. His body now felt so numb that he didn't even feel Bra slip from his grasp, slumping lifelessly on the ground.

The Z-Fighters looked on with horror as the robotic-like Sixteen charged up an energy attack, targeting Goku, but unfortunately the way the Saiyan tilted upon receiving the punch to the stomach caused Sixteen's perfect aim to become…well not so perfect as it now was in the direct path of the unconscious Saiyan Princess. This made Goku angry.

Then out of the blue he blurted out something that he hasn't uttered since it last failed against Frieza.

"Kaio-ken times-"

Goku didn't really think about it, not even giving it a proper multiple as his form came to life, aura flaring crimson, his muscles slightly bulging right after. He lunged to the side, in the pathway of Bra as he used his working hand to catch the Android's energy charged fist, which caused the attack to explode prematurely resulting in the surrounding area to become incased in smoke.

That's when Piccolo, with Gohan over his shoulder, and Vegeta, who had Bulma within his arms, finally made their appearance. They landed near the other Z-Fighters, though none of them acknowledged the new arrivals since their line of sights were on the red flaring form of Goku, whose arm muscles were straining, it being nearly seconds away from possible joining its brother. Sixteen's emotionless deep red eyes bore into Goku's, the Saiyan's normal black ones now replaced with turquoise. From the spectator's point of view, the Saiyan's red aura seemed to be laced with golden-yellow, tiny sparklingly specks of yellow light also thrown in the mix. Despite the odd Super Saiyan like aura, his hair remained jet black, leaving his state of transformation questionable.

Bulma nearly broke free from the Saiyan Prince, her eyes watering when she saw her daughter a battered mess, not even five feet away from the enraged Goku and large Android. She then collapsed to the ground a whimpering mess, her heart no longer able to take the sight in front of her. First my son…now my daughter…how much more harm do I need to see…

The pure Saiyan groaned in pain as his arm quivered slightly to the left, his eyes fleetingly landing on the prone form of the half Saiyan before turning back to his foe.

"I don-I don't know wh-who you are but I will not let you cause any more harm to anybody else!" Goku rasped out, sliding slightly backwards, his now golden tail flicking back and forth excitedly.

The Saiyan's orbs gleamed a brighter sharper turquoise as something in his mind snapped.

"Especially for what is mine!" He shouted and with all the strength he could muster, shoved the Android away, placing his now free hand to his hip as he then let loose a quickly charged one handed Kamehameha wave right at Sixteen's chest, blasted his outer lime-green breastplate apart. Unfortunately, that's as far as the damage went but at the moment Goku just didn't care.

In fact, he didn't really care about anything except saving Bra since no one was doing a damn thing to-

Then his train of thought stopped, only having three things in mind:

Korin

Senzu Bean

Bra

While Sixteen was stunned by the attack, Goku took this opportunity to jam his left trembling index and middle finger to his forehead, instantly vanishing from view, only to appear near the comatose female Saiyan.

Goku knelt next to Bra, making sure his knee came in contact with her, seeing as how his right arm was useless, while he kept his fingers pressed against his forehead. His turquoise orbs landed to Piccolo's black ones momentarily, the Namek giving a slight nod before Goku vanished once more, though this time he didn't come back.

With Goku out of sight, Sixteen's red eyes reverted back to its normal emerald color, his facial expression now wearing a look of bewilderment.

Seconds passed as no one dared to break the awkward silence.

Then one brave warrior did.

"'Especially for what is mine'? Just who the hell is Kakarot referring to?!"

Bulma froze.

A/N: You're all probably like, "Why do you like snapping the character's arms so much?" XD But I promise, there is a reason for why I snapped Goku's. Hope you all didn't think Goku was overpowered or anything, because I felt like he wasn't, since he didn't put up much of a fight, only damaging Sixteen's Armour and all. As for Goku's odd transformation, it may or may not have been my version of False Super Saiyan. I'll leave you, the readers, to make up what it was! Also please don't give me that crap about not being able to combine Super Saiyan and Kaio-ken. Some like the idea and some don't, saying the user might explode or some shit like that. I don't know and don't care =P

And what's up with the random tail mentioning? I don't even know why I made Bra and Goku grow one anymore. I guess at the time, I thought it'd be cool. But don't think to much on that.

As for the length of the chapter, it might just be the standard length for now. There are times that I write more than others, so don't be surprised if I suddenly post a super long one. I'm not going to say when the next chapter will be but I will say this, if I do not post another this month, you all probably won't see me for the next four months since I'm going back to school (I'm a horrible multitasker), but who knows.

Anyways, thanks to all who are still sticking with me and my slowness. It means alot. I might not be getting much reviews (What is it now? less than a few a chapter?) but those follows and fav notices I receive put a smile on my face!

Well until next time!

(Posted: 8-14-2014, Thursday Evening)

~Gater~