Author's Notes: Yeah, yeah… I know, I know. Last chapter I said this will be published in a couple of days and now look… Hey, deployment gets in the way, you know?

Anyways, before I left, I caught a bit of DBZ Kai. Did anyone else notice beginning intro? Eighteen was Vegeta but not with her initial activation clothing, but with the clothes she went on a raid with. So, I decided to add this into the story. Anyways, enjoy the story! I am always open to suggestions and ideas, so let me know.

Silence Speaks Stronger Than Words

Unbelievable

"Wait, what?"

Krillin eased his way down one of the many chairs located in Bulma's living room and taking in a deep breath of air before answering. "She stayed last night with absolutely no intentions of harming anyone. Well…" He rolled his eyes. "Almost no one."

Bulma leaned forward, intrigued with the conversation. "Master Roshi didn't try anything yet, has he?"

"No, not really. He knows exactly who her and her brother were, so I think he might have backed off a little… but, old dogs will have their ways, I get guess?"

Bulma leaned back into her chair and brought her mug of what looked to be eight hour old coffee to her lips. "I remember the time he grabbed my ass…" she responded between the slurps. "I mean, it's been almost forty-eight hours."

"You, however, cannot take out an entire city with a flick of your wrist."

"What are you saying!" She slammed down her mug. "Are you insinuating that I am weak!"

Krillin, once again, just rolled his eyes in response. "So, how is Vegeta and Trunks holding up? Are they getting along finally?"

"I actually haven't heard from Vegeta since the battle. I mean, he showed up for like five minutes, grunted around, and left. Trunks tried following him, but he just sort of blew him off. You know, him being his normal self. Actually if I am not mistaken… I think he went back to the site…" Both of them widened their eyes at the sudden realization.

"Eighteen is over there!"

"Shit!"

Eighteen kicked a couple of rocks to the side as she blankly stared at the disturbed earth. She let out an exaggerated sigh before finally sitting down. "This is going nowhere," she dully reminded herself. "Seventeen nor the others have left any evidence behind. "

Though, as she was sitting cross-legged, something that was a familiar shade of green caught her attention. Burnt at the edges, it was definitely a possession of her old friend. She remained seated and with a shaking hand picked up the piece of rubble. "Sixteen, is this you?" she whispered.

The perspiration of her palm left an illumines layer on the now very inanimate object. Without second thought, she tightly closed her eyes and held the object close to her. Streams poured out of her once very inhuman eyes. "It's not fair! No one deserves any of this!"

As the emotions poured upon her, so did an experiences which seemed to resemble déjà vu.

"Hey sis, pass the ball!" cried the short, blacked haired child. "Come on, over here!" he giggled.

The little girl tossed it so hard that she fell forward into the sand and into the sand. Both of them in sync busted out in laughter. "It's okay, you're just a girl. You can't throw hard anyways."

"Hey!"

"What, boys are always stronger than boys," the young child stated in a matter of fact. "Boys are the fighters."

The young girl sat up and crossed her arms over her chest with a pout. "No, that's not true. Girls can be strong too." She brushed some dirt off her pink dress before continuing. "I can learn how to fight and be strongest girl in the world!"

The youngster responded with sticking his tongue out. "You will have to beat me first! I will be the strongest in the whole world one day!" He went into a pseudo-fighting stance. "Come and try me sis."

She ran up and charged toward him only to be elbowed in the face. Though, it somehow felt real, very real.

Before Eighteen knew it, she was pushed away fifteen feet with a pool of blood dripping from her lip. Dazed, she tried to get her composure back by standing up on two shaking legs. "What the Hell is going on?" she mumbled to herself.

As the world began to reappear, a familiar figure stood in front of her with an all too familiar smirk smeared on his face. "How are you today, Android?"

She spit some the blood out of her mouth and wiped the remainder on her arm. "What do you want, Vegeta?" she growled.

"Off on a nice walk in the park, are we? Are those tears and blood coming from your face? I think you might be malfunctioning. If I hit you again, do you pose a threat of electrocuting me? Water and electricity don't work too well together."

Absent-mindly, she wiped her lip again with her arm. "Just leave me alone Vegeta. I have no desire to harm any of you. I just want to live my life alone."

He smirked again. "We need to finish the battle we started. I need to make this quick because it seems like baldy has a bit of a crush on you. I don't need any more interruptions…"

He hurled a ki blast at her head that she barely had time to dodge. The heat from the blast was so intense that she felt the warmth from it brush aggressively against her cheek. "Vegeta stop it!" she demanded.

He lunged towards her in which she immediately went into a defensive stance. She crossed her arms over her face as he slammed a fist into the direction of her forehead. Though, successfully blocking it, she could still feel the tiny bones in her wrist crack as she absorbed the blow.

She quickly dropped into a squatting position and sidestepped and attempted to throw a fist on the side of his face. It hit, but barely fazed the proud prince. As her knuckle impacted the side of his face, she felt her wrist becoming compressed once again. It had almost reminded her slamming her fist into a concrete sidewalk. "Shit!"

Vegeta took advantage of the opportunity and quickly elbowed her square in the chest. The impact caused her fall back a few feet. He casually looked over his shoulder to watch his opponent brush roughly against the dirt. "Heh, as you can see, I am much stronger than you remember me. What happened on the God-forsaken highway was merely a joke to what I am now."

Eighteen struggled to get back up on her feet, but Vegeta just tossed another ki blast in her direction, knocking her right back down. "I don't even need to go into my Super Saiyan transformation to overpower you."

She rolled over to her side and propped herself on an elbow. She bared her teeth before speaking, "what the hell are you trying to prove? I don't have an out of control proudness like you do, Vegeta. You are doing nothing but wasting your time."

He turned to face her directly. "I know this. But, I want you to learn your place in the world, Android. You were lucky before, but now you are nothing but a waste of valuable resource. Maybe I can find the dark haired boy again, or what is left of him, and make myself some upgrades to my gravity chamber."

As if almost in a blind rage, Eighteen used every bit of energy left in her and lunged at Vegeta at full strength. She threw back her fist and in what seemed like milliseconds, had a full fist in Vegeta's face with enough force behind it to knock him to the ground. "My brother was a good person. He just wanted to always play. He never means any harm!"

She kicked his knocked over body another couple of feet. "Him and I only fight what gets in our way. You decided to once again get in my way and I will do it again!" she screamed as she went to charge at him again. Without second thought, he powered into his first transformation and with both hands in front of him, he shot a fairly large wave of energy which quickly stopped Eighteen in her tracks.

"Father, stop it right now!"

Both Eighteen and Vegeta stopped in their tracks and stared up unexpected visitor. Eighteen saw immediately the mysterious purple haired boy from the future. Next to him, Krillin in his usual fighting gi. She never expected to feel a sigh of relief with seeing the two.

"What do you want boy?" Vegeta sneered as he powered down.

The two quickly fell upon the Earth and ran over to Eighteen, who was severely tattered up on the ground. Krillin was the first to lean over on her. He held her up by holding her back and leaning her up into a sitting position.

"You okay?" he almost whispered.

"I am fine," she replied in a distant tone.

Trunks saw Krillin assisting Eigheen so he ran over to Vegeta. "You need to stop this right now."

"Or what?" He growled.

Trunks merely rolled his eyes at his father's arrogant attitude. "Or you will cause a unnecessary uproar amongst the others, especially the civilians." He shot Eighteen a glare and back before continuing. "Let's get back before I set back forth towards the future."

As if no prior injury existed on Eighteen's pale body, she snapped up on her two feet in full attention with the last remark she so happened to overhear. "What exactly do you mean, set forth towards the future."

Krillin and Vegeta widened their eyes; completely oblivious to the fact that Eighteen still didn't know the whole truth. Trunks was the first to intervene the awkward silence.

"You are with Krillin, right?"

"Absolutely not," she snapped in response.

"Well, you are at least friends or whatever… here, come with us. I need to show you something."

Author's Notes: A bit rusty… but whatever. Please review and tell me what you think!