We wait along the side of the road in the middle of scenic nowhere, but Android Seventeen "had a hunch" that the right one would show up. It's around midnight and the only sound we hear are those damn crickets. That and my patience wearing thin ringing loudly.
"Seventeen, we could always just fly. Why are you making us wait here?" I complain, crossing my arms. My twin brother is so hard-headed. He looks like me, but when it comes to brains, he came up short.
"What is your rush?" he questioned back. "We don't have to kill Goku this second. Besides, I'll just do the job," he snapped his fingers, "like that."
"We should destroy Goku right now," Android Sixteen, our other brother, suggested blankly.
"I'd rather just get a ride first," Seventeen smirked, finalizing what he was going to do. I groan internally and hop up onto Android Sixteen's right shoulder. He makes no indication of refusal and I cross my arms again. I'm glad at least one of us is patient.
"Where is your sense of adventure?" he asked, seeing the blazing look I give him.
"Apparently, your circuit for that is malfunctioning; we're not doing anything," I scoff. His glare is icy like mine. Sixteen gave a minute shrug of his shoulder to let me know he agreed with me.
"Ten more minutes and I'm flying," I demand.
"I don't even need that," he replied, staring off down the road.
He has a hunch. I have a hunch my foot will be in his face if we have to stand by the road like a bunch of stranded humans. Besides, who made him leader of the pack? If I want to go left, I'll go left. He'll probably take us three rights like all the other games he plays.
And Mr. Melancholy below me… he needs to back me up or something. Yeah, I know what the plan is, but you could maybe tell us what is on your mind, if something goes on in there. I see him look in the opposite direction. There are two raccoons running across the road. Running road kill.
"There's too much road," Sixteen mutters.
"That's what happens when you think you own everything." I am about to indicate the self-appointed leader of the world when I hear a "Shut up Eighteen," to my right. That shrug again.
The night would have been filled with the unproductive air of annoyance had not, five minutes later, a car comes speeding down the road. The occupant sees us and tries not to make eye contact as he drives by.
"That's it," Seventeen smirks again as he steps into the road. That must have spooked the driver because he took off with a hot foot. I jump down from Sixteen's shoulder and prepare for Grand Theft Auto. It's not the first time, I think. Those human memories…
Seventeen jumps and lands in front of the car, which swerves too quickly and the driver spins out. He ends up in the middle of the road right on the double lines and the fear in his eyes is just the juice for Seventeen. He goes over to the driver's side, yanks the door open and pulls the human out. I go over to the passenger side and get in. Stupid human should lock his doors, even while driving. He must've grown up in a safe neighborhood, naive humans. I remember those neighborhoods being a specialty of ours. I copy Seventeen's smirk just remembering it.
Sixteen crams his massive form into the back and Seventeen speeds off, leaving the bald human the only option of walking back home. He runs. He should be lucky, if it wasn't such a pathetic scene, that human would join the road kill list.
I rest my chin on my hand and stare out the window. Trees, trees, trees. Sixteen stares out the window as well, but he is less obvious expressing his annoyance.
"Can't you just hurry along already!?" I yell. "You drove a lot faster when you were thirteen!" I remembered suddenly the experience of our first car theft. "Do you remember that?"
He does not say anything, so I go on. I laugh. "We were thirteen and you said we needed a car to get out of town."
"The only way to get us out was to drive fast and far..." As Seventeen said this, realization crossed his face. He didn't like the fact that he could not remember some things. That damn doctor! He recovered at once. "I chose a damn fine one too! That pig had no business owning a nice one like that!"
I laugh and then compose myself. "Now think of that car and go!" The mission. The one thing that needs to be accomplished without fail.
We are still together today because we survived this cruel world with only each other. I had to look out for Seventeen because he was all about the reckless, just do it attitude and I had to be the think before you go brains of the operation. He doesn't realize it was me who got us away from the cops when they were right on our tail.
After a while of silence, Seventeen mutters, "I stole that car to make sure you es—-we escaped that crap of a life. Can you call those pathetic excuses of humans, parents? I'd blast them if they came in my way. Remember the "discipline,"' Seventeen huffs as he air-quotes the word. I try to remember. I don't.
"Can you remember everything?" I questioned only showing a little concern. I don't want to seem like I don't remember some things if he can.
"No," he growls lowly with an air of frustration. I have a small, internal sigh of relief that we are in the same boat.
"You know I wasn't going to leave," I say. "We only had each other's back in the past and that remains today even though no one can outmatch our strength. We are the dynamic duo," I smirk. "It was I who led the pack in our human life."
"Not sure what pack you're talking about, it was I who ran our pack. What can I say; we were powerful, even in our human life."
"Besides, you'll need me there in case you malfunction," I smirk.
"Hello, you're looking at Dr. Gero's perfect creation. Looks like the only thing dear old dad did right." I roll my eyes.
"You still alive back there?" I question Sixteen in the back. I can see his lack of input because he became a sibling of ours later on.
"I am not alive. I was—"
"We get it," I say.