A/N: I could practically hear the tumbleweeds rolling XD

Hoi's Insidious Mind Tricks Part 3

Sighing, Zangya blew the tuft of unkempt, no longer fluffy hair from her forehead. She had discovered a lot of enjoyable things during her stay on Earth; dancing, eating food from various cultures, pissing off Bra, shopping with Bra and Eighteen, drinking (well, she's always liked that one, but some drinks actually taste good on Earth), sparring when she wasn't cranky, Yamcha - just because - and her favorite of all? Getting her freaking hair washed and done at a salon! She prided herself on her gorgeous natural orange hair and when she learned that you can actually have a professional do it for you, she was stunned. On her planet, you need royal status to have such luxuries. So to find out that on Earth you don't, you just need currency, it's fantastic!

Besides, even if they did have those royal services for commoners on her planet, in her opinion, it'd be pointless; the always musty, stuffy, and hot as-hell weather would fuck up her hair again. There was no getting around that too since the weather was like that all day, all night, everywhere.

So imagine her dismay when she opened her eyes and found herself back in her musty, stuffy, and hot as fuck shitty planet with her beautiful hair all fucked.

She growled.

Walking further into a spotted rundown deserted area, she raised a manicured eyebrow when she registered exactly where she was; she was in a suburban area, just outside of Wheat-Heat Town.

Her childhood home was mere blocks away from where she was standing.

Picking up speed with each step she took, she turned at the next block, the unwanted anticipation that rolled in her stomach nearly making her sick the closer she got to her house.

Before she knew it, she was at her front door, with her uncooperative shaky hand reaching out for the knob. She scoffed when she realized what she was doing and went ahead and grabbed the stupid knob and turned it. Walking inside, she paused in the center of the living room, to take in her surroundings. It was all precisely how she remembered it; a home for the poor.

She hated it.

No, not simply because everything looks like it had been stolen from a shelter for the homeless. It's also because it reminded her of her family…and how much of a disappointment she was to them. She had been a terrible daughter, worse than even her older sister. Yeah her sister was the world's biggest cunt, but at least she had never committed petty thievery or become a sadistic psychopath who didn't bat a pretty eyelash when murdering the innocent. Well, the latter wasn't completely by choice, as Bojack was the one who mentally torture her into submission, but still, she committed those actions, so like it or not, all that spilled blood was on her hands, not his.

She regrets not having fought him harder.

Shaking her head, she put those memories in a place within her mind where they couldn't hurt her. It's what she's done for years, and she wasn't going to stop now.

She glanced to her right and noticed a framed picture of her deceased family; too bad the past wasn't ready to depart from her yet. She couldn't help but smile a ghostly smile as she picked up the photo which had the image of her younger self holding her younger, irritated brother from behind. It triggered emotions that she wasn't ready to cope with… and probably never will be. Looking to the right, she saw her loving mother standing there; unlike her brother, her mother looked emotionless, which wasn't altogether unexpected given that she wasn't the kind to smile in photographs in general. Last but not least, her older sister could be seen on the far left, sporting a haughty smirk. She was undeniably a stunningly beautiful young woman...it's just that her shitty attitude ruins her person as a whole.

Sadly, her father was not present in the photograph because he was the one who had taken it. But like the other three, she too adored him (yes, that includes her stick-up-the-ass sister).

She didn't realize she was shedding tears until a single drop of water splashed on the glass display. She placed the picture on the table carefully after wiping her ocean blue eyes clean with the back of her wrist, and moved on, like she had in her life.

Walking in the direction of her room, she snorted when she saw that her door was missing. She had one day, out of anger broken it and because they were so poor, they couldn't afford to buy a replacement. She guessed her mom also thought this was punishment enough for what she did. As for why she shattered it, she can't even remember.

But her amusement ended when she saw all the accumulated goods she had stolen in her life. Those, she couldn't forget.

Rolling her eyes, she smirked, placing her hands on her hips "Are you done taking me down memory lane, wizard?"

Awww and here I thought you were enjoying my gift.

Zangya dismissed the taunt. "What's next? Creating an illusion of my family so they can berate me on my life choices? Or perhaps you're going to go with the tortures I had to endure during my time with Bojack?"

The evil wizard laughed.

So you got me all figured out, huh?

But Zangya ignored, again. "Don't bother offering to bring my planet and people back. I've made peace with that and I'm satisfied with how my life is now. Yes, I may have moments of vulnerability, which you so graciously exploited, but doesn't everyone?"

The Hera-seijin winced, as a splitting headache slammed against her, giving her a dizzy spell. Closing the eye that stung most, which was the left, the other remained open, the tears that rose to the surface obscuring her vision; Hoi's loud obnoxious laughter worsened the pounding sensation on the left side of her temple.

She cursed as she tripped on her way out of her room by banging her shoulder against the side of the door-less entrance, her movements becoming completely uncoordinated when she finally managed to make it to the living room, where she lost her footing and fell down, landing awkwardly on her left arm.

She growled, the pain that raced through her arm making her grit her teeth tightly, the pounding headache making the pain that much worse, that much more potent. Hearing the wizard laugh only fueled her to demand for her body to move, to listen, and get the hell up so that she could show him that she wasn't weak.

She proved that by jerking her body to the side until she was front first and soon, on her hands and knees, standing up. Then Zangya swore as Hoi remained relentless with their fight for dominance of her mind, body, and soul, the Hera-seijin's knees bucking followed by her dropping onto her knees again; and just like anyone else in this position, if she couldn't mentally kick the slimy wizard out, she'd have to use physical force as well.

The Hera-seijin threw her head back and screamed in fury, a rush of adrenaline pumping through her trembling frame as it swelled with power. Unfortunately, she was unable to stop the Majin symbol from printing in black ink on her forehead. Wild currents of wind started whipping at her clothes and orange hairs, causing them to flap about almost as if she was outdoors, not inside a house.

You know what makes you special, Zangya dear? You differ from the others. Since The Saiyan Prince is who most closely relates to this topic, let's use him as an example. Vegeta regrets his past "disgraceful" deeds, but he doesn't despise himself to the extent that he wishes death would come and take him. Vegeta has committed murder, genocide, and other atrocities, yet he rather live with those deeds and seek atonement. But YOU, you loathe yourself with a passion! Despite all the optimistic garbage you tell yourself, you cannot escape your past. You just can't let go and move on. You want to die, am I right?

Her heart began to hurt worse than her headache as the words appeared to have hit home, striking the organ with a sledgehammer. She struggled desperately, but she was powerless to prevent the hot tears from spilling over the edge of her eyelids.

All that bloodshed…the murdering in cold blood, the genocide, you LIKED it. Some part of you LOVED it!

"NO! NO! NO I DID NOT! HE MADE ME!" She cried, her power rising, her aura darkening and widening as she elevated.

Oh sure, he made you. He did basically kidnap you and whip you into submission. However, don't try to deceive yourself and claim that he didn't awaken something that you already had within you. When you were younger, you despised your "boring normal life," as you referred to it. So you became a little thief. But it wasn't enough, was it? No, you still felt empty! You wanted something more! Something that would make your life feel more fulfilling…feel more alive.

"But not that! I would never want to cause harm to-"

But Hoi ignored, determined to twist her mind. He wanted to weaken her resolve, to convince her that she secretly desired to carry out those heinous actions.

-And Bojack gave you that! But now he's gone, thanks to that brat, Gohan. But I can fix that. I can make you back into the person you were always intended to be! An emotionless killing machine!

Zangya was no longer paying attention. In fact, she wasn't there anymore.

Her slender turquoise hands sunk into her orange tufts of hair, bunching her puffy yet damp locks into a tight ball as she yanked at the roots. Like the others, she knew the wizard was mind-fucking her, but the visuals, they were so damn vivid. She can see her sinister smile as she blasted innocent people to death, smell their charred flesh as they exploded into chunks, feel the blood of soldiers that had surrendered leaking down her hands, and Kami she could even taste their blood!

She had forgotten that she had bared a particular memory, one that made her sick to her stomach every time it even dare to cross her mind. It was a memory of a father, a King, protecting his soon-to-be-wed daughter from Bojack, who had waltzed into their castle for the King's crown, which he was told was worth fortunes. The King had no problem handing over his crown since he certainly loved his daughter dearly, but unfortunately, once Bojack saw his daughter, the space pirate decided right there and then that he wanted her as well…

Staring down at the beautiful purple, green, and red jeweled crown with greed reflecting from his eyes, he then looked back at the trembling King. Throwing the crown over his shoulder, Bido caught it with ease as he gazed at the shaking princess with amusement.

The princess yelped when Bojack gave his complete attention to the blonde beauty, the lust in his eyes hinting to her exactly what he was thinking about.

"And I want her too."

The King became a jittering mess as he went and held onto his daughter tightly, the woman burying her face against his chest as tears began to flow freely from her eyes, soaking his royal clothes.

"No! Please not that! You want more jewelry?! I have plenty! More expensive than that crown I gave you! Just please release my Queen and leave my daughter be!"

The mentioned Queen wanted to say something, probably something along the lines of what her husband said but was unable to as Zangya had her back against her chest, with her hand covering her mouth.

Grinning menacing, she leaned in into the crook of her neck and creepily trailed her noise across it, giving it a deep inhale; The Queen shivered. "My, My, just what are you wearing? The scent your skin is giving off is truly divine." She murmured, snuggling her face deeper.

"P-P- perfume." She replied stiffly, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She squeaked when the Hera-seijin sniped her neck. "Yes…there is that. But your skin gives off this intoxicating scent. It's making me feel aroused. And I do not like women."

"O-o-our sp-species have been known to give off an unusually alluring sc-scent. It's what makes-" She muttered lowly, realizing that out of panic, she had said too much.

"Hmmm…how yummy…"

The Queen breathed, squirming as warning bells rang in her head.

Bojack smirked. "Bido and Kogu, search the palace for the loot he speaks of." He ordered.

"Yes, Master Bojack." His soldiers replied, doing what they were told.

"Now give me the woman. You have my word that I will let you and your Queen live." He lied. He obviously was going to burst the planet into nothing once they left.

"Actually Master Bojack, I'd like to take the Queen." Zangya said without hesitating, giving the woman another snip, which made her flinch.

Turning around, he raised a brow when he saw Zangya panting while she held the Queen; he laughed. "Why Zangya, I had no idea you were into women! Older ones at that!"

Zangya giggled with glee. "Normally not, but apparently, this beauty says that their species gives off this alluring aroma. When you get the daughter, you'll know what I'm talking about. And she doesn't look much other than I do. They must age differently too since she is as flawless as her." She said, her cheeks tinted pink and her icy orbs glazed with hunger.

Bojack grinned with devilish intent. "Well, now I have to have her!"

The Queen continued to squirm, trying to break away from the seemingly hypnotized Hera-seijin. She whimpered as Zangya began to kiss her neck and rake and paw her palms against her front.

"Please, just leave my daughter here. You can-" the Queen paused. "You can have me instead." She whispered, dejectedly, her head lowering.

"No! Don't say such nonsense!"

"Mother! No!"

"Zangya?" If the female Hera-seijin hadn't been so out of it, she would have been surprised that her master had actually given her a choice to make; Bojack doesn't give choices.

"You keep the daughter. The Queen is mine." She answered, possessively, as she aggressively sunk her teeth into Queen's neck, accidentally drawing blood; the Queen whimpered, clearly in pain.

"Amazing…your blood taste just as good as well…"

"W-will y-you really take and bed an un-unwilling Q-Queen?" She stuttered out bravely.

And then it was like a bucket of freezing cool water was dumped onto her head, breaking the trance Zangya had been in. Her icy blues widen, shaking with emotions that had long since been removed by her master years ago; self-disgust of her atrocious actions.

Not knowing how to react to the fair question asked, Zangya wrapped a hand around her neck, bringing her ear closer to her lips.

"What the hell did you say?" Zangya hissed, her hands shaking. She hated that they were fucking shaking because that meant that the bitch could feel it too.

"You heard me. Are you-ugh!"

Warm red blood splashed from the Queen's mouth, staining the palace's polished white floor.

The King and daughter could only watch in horror as the life left the Queen's eyes, Bojack looking more annoyed than shocked.

As for Zangya…she was staring at the Queen's corpse in shock, which was hanging off her arm like it was a coat hanger.

"Zangya! What the hell did you do that for?!" He thundered, with rage evident in his eyes.

"I-I-I…" Her mouth flapped open and close like a fucking fish. Why did she do that? Was it true what the Queen had said? Obviously...right? It has to be since she has never forcefully taken anyone against their will in such a manner; that's all Bojack. But it's not only that. It made her reconsider the other things that she has done and quite frankly that isn't a rabbit hole she wants to fall into right now.

Or ever.

So instead of providing him with an answer, she decided to take the beating she'd likely get tonight for the disobedience. Scowling to mask her overwhelming ocean of emotion threatening to spill, she swung the arm that held the Queen, not bothering to glance at the body as it slammed harshly against the floor.

She refused to look at her blood-soaked arm as she headed out of the castle grounds. She felt so dirty.

She chose not to ignore the grief-filled cries of the Princess and King. She caused their tears after all.

She had no problem blocking out Bojack's screams, ordering her to return to him. Because fuck him for turning her into this.

But she needed him. He'd take it all away, like always…right? Yes, he will. Because tonight, he will hurt her…beat her until she forgot it all. Forgets everything…including herself. She will get what she deserves.

And then…and then she will become his weapon again.

Zangya saw hot white rage.

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Hoi rejoiced laughter seemingly bounced all over the Zangya's childhood home, breaking the Hera-seijin further, driving her closer and closer to the wizard's clutches.

Flames of fury erupted from within her, eating her insides and outsides as her Burning Phoenix transformation manifested, though unlike usual, the orange flames were an encasing tornado of crimson, swirling around her form; she turned into a roaring inferno, setting her entire house on fire.

Zangya exploded from the floor, clouds of smoke and dust left in her wake as she spun and twirled into the air, the struggle continuing as Hoi's hold became as hard as steel.

And then, it was finished.

Hoi giggled madly as Zangya slowly lowered herself to the ground, her terrifying ki ungraded shadowing all his other minions. She will definitely be an excellent addition to his team!

There you go. Feels good doesn't it!? Now then, I'll bring you back to Earth. We still need to revive Buu after all.

No Response.

Are you ready?

Nothing

Hoi, still in Shin's body, materialized in front of Zangya. He looked up at the Hera-seijin, curiously, dumbfounded at what was happening. This has never happened before.

Her head was lower, almost as if she was sleeping standing up. Levitation so that he'd match her height, he comically waved his hands in her face, trying to get a response. When that didn't work, not that he honestly thought it would, he carefully planted his hand against her forehead and closed his eyes.

He normally would never do this, but he needed to know what was going on in that head of hers.

And no, this wasn't actually his body. This was just a copy, so if she were to attack him, it wouldn't harm him in the slightest.

In Zangya's mind, he went.

/Zangya's Mind/

The Hera-seijin gasped loudly, her wild and shaky icy blue eyes now wide with fear as she looked everywhere like a terrified animal would, trying to figure out what just happened and where she was.

And just why the hell was she so damn sweaty? Her clothes were completely drenched! It made her feel gross!

Never had she been so thankful that she didn't have a mirror because she just knew that her hair was as ruined and wet as a dirty mop.

She threw her hands up in the air. "Where the hell are you, wizard? Trying to come up with another scheme?"

"I don't think he's the one that you should be worried about."

That voice made her turn around so fast that her head briefly started to spin. What she saw left her speechless. The hell?

There she was, wearing a sadistic expression across her face, an exact replica of herself. Blood dripped from her right arm, the very same arm that she had used to murder that Queen all those years ago, during her time spent brainwashed by Bojack. She belched, utterly repulsed when she saw her twin raise her blood-stained hand and brush her tongue against her palm.

She grinned sickly at her disgusted look. "What is it that we said back then? Oh yes, 'Hmmm…how yummy',"

Despite the sense of shame and self-hate that hit her upon hearing those words, coming out of her own mouth again, she did not back down and look away. "Really Wizard? An Illusion?"

Planting her blood-soiled hand to her face, she ran her palm up until her digits became entangled with her puffy hair, creating streaks of her victim's blood across her face, giving her a completely horrid makeover. "So…goood…" She whimpered.

Zangya blinked. Was she really this fucked up?

"To answer your question, I'm as real as you believe me to be, sweetheart." She answered with a false sugary-sweet voice.

"So I should be able to hit you, right?" She really didn't want to spend a moment more talking to this crazy past version of her. It was simply too much for her! This thing was truly the embodiment of everything she hated about herself.

Licking the bit of the Queen's blood that remained on her lower lip, she spread her arms and hands wide open as an invitation for her to come into her personal space. "Come at me then."

Zangya didn't need to be told twice.

Wanting to take her down as quickly as possible, Zangya transformed into her super Hera-seijin form and took off after her. With a smug smirk plastered on her smug face, her double also transformed, however, she remain put, wanting Zangya to get closer. Zangya didn't get a chance to lay a finger on her double as the evil Hera-seijin had predicted her plan of attack and had easily managed to counter it with a palm strike to the chest, sending her reeling back. The following fist to the face had blood already squirting from her nose and spraying into the air, her copy without hesitation grabbing her by her hair and yanking her straight down into a knee crashing slam against her forehead, making it bounce back.

Her evil doppelganger was unable to continue her assault as Zangya had evaded her right hook by leaning back. Watching her fist sail past her, Zangya lifted her knee, the feeling of satisfaction filling her when it connected with her, forcing a gasp to escape her counterpart's lips, leaving her stunned. Not letting her regain her composure, Zangya went in for an uppercut, causing her head to snap back, before throwing back her leg and leaping forward, giving her a crushing blow to the chest, sending her reeling backward.

Sliding to a standstill, the copy growled while she swiped a trickle of blood, sparks of fire shining from her furious icy blue orbs as Zangya gave her a tiny smirk.

Then they both hear a small chuckle echo in the darkness they resided in. In appeared Hoi, smiling evilly as he found the situation fascinating.

"So you finally decided to show your face, wizard!" Zangya said. She did not dare remove her sight from her doppelganger. "What did you do? Who or what is that?!" she said, pointing at the frowning Hera-seijin.

Hoi shrugged. "From what I can tell, that is you. She is no illusion. I did not create her-"

But Zangya snorted, deeming that he was still spewing nothing but lies. "You were trying to take control of me-"

Hoi chuckled. "Oh boy, the people on Earth are a fascinating bunch! Not only Gohan and the Android, you also have another half that despises you just as much as you despise yourself. Gohan was born with his, but the Android, she had hers implanted by a batshit-crazy doctor. I'm enjoying playing with her mind so much! As for you? Bojack has fractured your mind beyond repair! That is your other persona. That is what brings forth those restless nights, those dreadful dreams of your master, Bojack. She, my friend, is the machine, the monster you created in order to protect your poor, poor little heart!"

The crazed grin on her doppelganger's face scared the shit out of her, and what made it worse was that it was the exact same look Bojack gave her when he was about to drag her into the dungeon so he could whip her.

"Wonderful isn't it? And you know what makes it sweeter? That you don't even know the number of times you willingly gave the figurative wheel back to her! You probably only recall two memories, don't you; when you murdered that Queen is one, and lastly, poor Jabal and his mother, after having slaughtered their entire family.

Zangya flinched when that awful memory rolled into her head like a film.

With the back of her hand pressed against her lips, trying to hold back her sick amusement, she made quick work of the Jabal's two brothers and father, mesmerized by the sprinkles of ashes that were once living beings pelting against his face. Eyeing his mother, she raised her hand to attack, but for some reason hesitated, feeling a dormant emotion rising to the surface.

"W-why are you doing this?" The boy asked, his small frame visibly trembling.

And later, when she came to-

The Hera-seijin's orbs broadened as she felt a gentle hand sink into her puffy curly orange hair. Giving it a few soft caresses which caused more tears to streak, she stuttered a mournful cry. She felt pathetic. The mother and the boy should be the broken ones. She had lost her family years ago and they had just lost them. Because of her! It doesn't make sense!

"I forgive you…"

No matter how sincere they sounded, she was unwilling to accept it, to let it go because she just can't stomach the will to forgive herself. They had said that that's a part of their culture, but that sure as hell didn't make her feel any better in the slightest; it just made her feel worse.

"Not that it mattered, since Master ended up killing them both when he blow up the planet anyway." Her copy said, exposing Zangya's thoughts and rubbing salt into her wounds.

Before Zangya could give her own retort, both the Hera-seijins were suddenly overcome by a heart-stopping shock that left them feeling exhausted and weak, as if they had just finished a marathon. When they looked themselves over, they discovered that not only was their skin back to base, but their ki was all gone!

"What the hell did you do to me!?" The Zangyas asked simultaneously, the evil wizard receiving a death-promising glare.

Giving them both a grin, he blinked out of view.

Let's play a game, shall we? As you can tell, I have taken your ability to utilize your ki. With each blow you manage to land on your opponent, you can regain some of it back. As for your opponent…if they are unable even land a single hit…well it's obvious they will be in a world of pain hehehe! Whoever prevails, will get a ticket out of here. Zangya, we were originally in another dimension, one where I can manipulate our surroundings. I chose the appearance to be of your planet and to have it have its atmosphere.

He continues.

Right now, we are in your mind. So she is very real…because you created her…hint-hint. In fact, if she were to 'kill' you…you would cease to exist forever and she'd take your place.

The Zangya from the past stood erect, flexing her right hand while sporting a cocky smirk as the other one glared at her with pure contempt. It's her old fighting stance, which she had abandoned after Yamcha told her during one of their training sessions that it made her look like she wanted to kill him rather than spar with him. On that day, he had offered to aid her on creating a brand new one, and she agreed…only they couldn't really develop one because she claimed she hated every single one they thought off; so here she was, looking oh so adorably serious while blushing profusely, using Yamcha's.

Zangya's evil copy wanted to vomit.

Oh, and by the way, first blood gets 10% of their power back.

When Evil Zangya felt a burst of energy emerge within of her, she almost leaped out of her skin.

Zangya grimaced, immediately recalling that her doppelganger had indeed struck her first, at the beginning of their fight, because she had been so dead set on defeating her so that she could get out of here. She was careless and now it just might cost her life.

Under normal circumstances, she'd argue that that hit was before their 'game' was established, but she knew it'd be pointless. When it comes to fairness, well she knew the wizard doesn't give two fucks about it.

Zangya sighed.

She had been really looking forward to hitting the hair salon after the tournament today.

"Hello?"

Nothing…

Sighing with annoyance, Eighteen pivoted around in one smooth motion and walked right on out. As Bulma's sliding lab door sealed shut behind her with an audible click, she continued her ongoing investigation of Capsule Corp….until she got bored and stormed out.

Upon waking up, it didn't take her long to realize that she was in West City. However, it wasn't one that she was familiar with. It looked abandoned and in ruins. All the buildings that surrounded her either had broken windows or the entire building was just plain destroyed, in complete shambles.

She turned back to glance at Capsule Corp.

Even Capsule Corp had chunks of its unique ceiling missing.

And she could tell that it wasn't some kind of natural disaster that occurred here. It was more like a war.

Just where the hell was she?

It was no surprise that Eighteen would immediately take off to examine the blood-curling boyish shriek that broke through the air.

Arriving at her destination, her jaw dropped at what...what she was witnessing.

"Please…please stop…stop hurting my brother…" the teenage girl whimpered, her eyes glossed over with watery tears as she did nothing but stare at her teenage brother, who had a white and blue shoe planted on top of his spine. His face wrinkled with agony as he wiggled and wriggled, his blood-caked hands digging into the cracked concrete as he desperately tried to scramble from his assailant, but to no avail.

Swallowing thickly, the teenage girl bravely took a couple of steps forward to save her brother, but she froze on the spot when a pair of pale blue orbs burned into hers, causing a fear so great, that her sudden burst of courage was extinguished, again cowering itself behind fear's strong hold on her.

"Sis-ughh-help-ahhhh!" the boy cried out, the dark-haired young man above giving the girl a playful yet disturbing grin as he sunk his heel deeper into the boy's small spine; his grin widened when a sickening snap rung through his ears, forcing a heart-wrenching cry to escape his lips.

"Sev-seven-" The blonde-haired Android couldn't even finish saying her brother's name, instead only choosing to remain a spectator. Spectators always left a sour taste in her mouth. Yes, she understood that not everyone can play hero and save the day, but at the very least take a moment to use your stupid phone and call for help!

Yet here she was, being a hypocrite.

Come on Eighteen! Practicing what you preach… her mind whispered, her eyes refusing to break away from the frightened girl that had backtracked until she pressed her back against a concrete wall, her white palms matted to its surface as her knees buckled from the terror she was feeling.

"Hey, Seventeen."

That wasn't her voice. Well, it was her voice, but she didn't say anything.

The color on Eighteen's face was drained when she casually walked into the scene, wearing her old Red Ribbon Army outfit. Her brown boots kicked up dirt and dust with every step she took, she stopped beside her brother, holding out two shirts. One of them was similar to the one she was already wearing and the other….unfortunately was identical to the one Eighteen had on now.

"What is it, sis? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" The dark-haired man said with an edge to his voice.

"I need your opinion on these shirts."

"Why don't you ask someone ELSE." The crying boy yelped when Number 17 pushed his heel harder into his already split spine.

"Because everyone I ask is either too scared of me to give me a proper answer or too…well dead." Number 18 complained, her brow twitching, clearly pissed off.

Her brother chortled. "Sis, it's either they're alive or dead. They can't be too dead." He lifted a finger and aimed it like a finger-gun at the motionless boy's sister, who turned her head to the side.

The blonde rolled her blue eyes. "Shut up! You get what I mean! Now tell me! Personally, I like this one." She said, gesturing toward the shirt on her right…which again was Eighteen's current shirt.

Number 17 sighed, as he released an energy beam at the teen girl, the girl flinching as it incinerated one of her braided pigtails, intentionally missing her head. "Eighteen, I don't care what you wear! Go get a boyfriend or something. Isn't that something they do?"

"You know, I've been trying to figure that out myself. But every time I take a guy on a date-"

"You mean kidnap-"

"Same thing-anyway they run away! Which is weird! I mean I'm a hotty! so it doesn't make any sense!"

The paralyzed Eighteen couldn't believe what she was hearing coming out of her…no this crazy bitch's mouth! Kidnapping? It's disgusting! And they talk about this so nonchalantly, like they were having a common evening dinner discussion after work. And all in front of two kids, who barely look thirteen.

And it gets worse.

"Don't want to hear that-"

"I also heard that some men love one-night stands but-" Number 18 frowned, her shoulders sagging. "They don't last very long. Usually, the last thing I hear is that I'm too rough! I thought-"

Eighteen blanched. These fuckers!

"I say the left one." He replied, getting fed up with his sister's childish whining. "And I say that not because I like it, but because-"

Eighteen took a sharp breath in, her pale hand cupping her mouth as her shaky green orbs watch Number 17 point his index finger at the unconscious teenage boy's head, and fire a finger beam straight in the back of it, causing blood to sprinkle everywhere; including on Number 18's preferred choice of shirt.

"Someone spilled red paint on it." He smirked, relishing in the girl's scream upon seeing her brother killed before her very eyes.

"Seventeen! What the hell?!" Number 18 yelled, shoving him while he giggle and the other blonde's stomach turned when her counterpart eventually joined in his giggling fit, clearly finding the situation just as funny as he did.

"So-sorry! I thought that it'd make it easier for-Oof!"

The spectating Eighteen was taken aback when she saw a familiar dark blue boot thankfully connect with the side of Number 17's face, sending him flying into some rubble that was once a building. Next attack landed on her copy, which sent her away as well.

"Go-Gohan?" Eighteen whispered, watching the adult half-Saiyan as he crouched before the balling-in-tears teenage girl and picked her up with his right arm, since his left one was missing.

"Thanks sir! But my brother-"

The half-Saiyan grimaced, not bothering to give a glance at the corpse. "I'm sorry, he's dead."

But the teenager shook her head so fast that Eighteen feared that it might fall off. "I know, I mean my other brother! He's trapped in that building!" She said, pointing to the building behind them.

Gohan's eyes narrowed. "I'll go get him-"

"You mean this little guy?"

Eighteen cursed when Number 17 made his reappearance, with his arm wrapped around the teen girl's little brother; the poor kid looked to be no more than 7 or 8 years old! Kami, they were monsters.

These are no doubt the Androids that Future Trunks had fought… But how did Hoi transport her to the past? Or was this some kind of an illusion? But if it was, how does he know what the hell happened in Future Trunks's reality?

The black-haired Android levitated down from the air until his boots reached the earth. His upper shirt was missing and torn in some places, and he was sporting an angry scowl.

"You really should have stayed hiding Gohan. I've just about had it with you." He snapped the boy's neck in one smooth motion, before tossing him aside like garbage. "And where the hell did you stash Trunks, huh?"

The teenage girl didn't have any more tears left. She just held onto the rage-filled Gohan tightly, knowing that he was probably the only one that could protect her.

And Eighteen tried to move, so she could provide assistance, but couldn't because Hoi must have put a paralyzing spell on her. Then again, I highly doubt that this Gohan would let me help… for obvious reasons.

From this point forward, Eighteen really didn't want to watch this fight because she knew he wouldn't win…wouldn't survive. Not only is it two against one, but Gohan is totally outmatched; Even as a Super Saiyan. She desperately had wanted to aid him, but because she was paralyzed, she was forced to watch him being tossed around like a ragdoll. She had to stand there and watch as he hit the ground hard, face first. She had to see this terrible incarnation of her brother raise Gohan's head so that he could watch her evil copy vaporize the teenage girl he had sought to save. And finally, she couldn't do a damn thing but watch the half Saiyan crash back first as then the Androids shower him with dozens of energy blasts that tore into his body, ending his life.

It didn't stop there. When she had finally gotten her mobility back, her legs gave out, causing her to collapse to the ground helplessly as she saw a younger Trunks walk in and see the deceased body of his friend. The both of them started to cry at once, Trunks slamming his fists into the concrete as he transformed into a Super Saiyan, likely for the first time.

While she personally doesn't know Future Trunks well, having only briefly interacted with him before she and his family saw him off, she still felt awful looking at this younger version of him, rocking back and forth, with Gohan's limp head on his lap as he mourned his death. And adding on the fact that someone who had an identical appearance and voice to hers had contributed to his grief…damn if it didn't crush her heart further.

Thankfully, the scene soon changed back to how it originally was before she saw the fight.

"Huh, that was quite entertaining, wouldn't you say?"

Of course, things got worse. There before her, was yet another version of her, however, this was her true self, as she had her hair in its natural brunette color; she did have that stupid Red Ribbon Army outfit when she came out fresh out the 'coffin'.

"Oh yeah, lovely." She replied sarcastically, sniffling while wiping out the tears she had shed for Trunks. "The Wizard has a fantastic sense of humor."

Why thank you!

"All right, go on with it. I am aware that this is some bullshit test created for your enjoyment. You wanted to show me how horrible I was-no, she was in Trunks's timeline, okay, I understand. I'd prefer to leave, even if I am curious about how you were able to view events that took place in another reality."

Okay sure. Let's get to it! First I want to say that the Android in front of you is real…sort of. Put it this way, the mind cannot tell the difference between what's real or fake. In other words, if you truly believe that she is real, then she is-

Eighteen smirked, feeling that she already won. "It was stupid to tell me that she was a mere illusion. If I want a normal human, this could have been a problem. However, because I am a human with robotic implants, in other words, a Cyborg, I can easily manipulate the supercomputer chip in my brain-"

Which I just disabled.

Eighteen suddenly felt woozy and sluggish, her body feeling weak, like all her energy had been sapped out of her body. The drowsiness hit her hard and fast, causing her eyelashes to flutter rapidly as she tried to keep them open; and then the feeling was gone, disappearing almost as quickly as hit her.

Shaking her head, she gasped when she indeed felt that something was missing in her brain. "What the-"

Oh don't worry, you are still an Android…except that the 'supercomputer chip' is shut down until I decide to turn it back on. Trust me Eighteen, now it won't be as easy since you've always depended on it. In fact, you've been using it from the moment Dr. Gero installed it in your brain. Your brain and mind are like a muscle after all. And you know what they say…well on Earth… 'if you don't use it, you lose it.' As far as I can tell, you mostly use your brain for basic daily functions. When it comes to higher thinking, however, such as; strategizing, processing and analyzing how to handle a specific situation so you can solve it, fighting techniques, etcetera, etcetera, well you are screwed.

She began to panic, her icy blue eyes ogling her palms which had become moist and sweaty. He was right. She does depend on that stupid chip Gero installed too much! Right now, she feels as dumb as a fucking brick! Can I even…no, do I know how to utilize my ki at all?! Hell, can I fight?

Eighteen,if you lose to your copy, your true self, I WILL use my magic too, I don't know, 'factory reset' that little chip of yours when I reactive it. You know what that means.

Her doppelganger gave her a devilish grin, and much to Eighteen's horror, the Majin symbol appeared on her forehead, making her power skyrocket.

Okay Eighteen, all you need to do is make yourself believe this bitch ain't real. because she isn't...

I can do this…yeah I can do this.

She didn't believe she could at all.

A/N: I liked Zangya's part. Not so sure about Eighteen's ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

See-ya!

(Posted: 5/13/2023)

~Gater~