"Where am I?" Eighteen's eyes hadn't opened yet. As her sore throat forced words out.
"My father's Lab. Don't worry your safe here."
"My brother, did you save him too?" The blonde android spoke with great emotion.
"No, I'm sorry those nuclear devices are quite barbaric. There was simply nothing left to save. Fortunately, you no longer have to worry about the same fate."
"Great, that means I can kill that bastard then." The woman's eyes fluttered opened as she took in the female next to her. The girl had long blonde hair in a ponytail. She wore a flattering red dress. weirdly she looked about fifteen. "Who are you?"
"I'm Roll, nice to meet Eighteen."
The android attempted to get up from the lab table she was on. "My body feels heavy." Then she noticed her right leg and part of her abdomen looked off. It matched her skin tone, but had a metallic sheen.
"Careful, your body isn't use to the robotic replacement. It's based on my own blueprints with some modifications from the Rush model." Roll looked concerned at her patients obvious anxiety. "I'm sorry the damage to your body was beyond restoration."
Eighteen sat up with a struggle. "Don't bother pitying me. If you want to help. Tell me where I can find that red asshole."
"Sorry Eighteen, we have no idea were to he could be. However, we are fairly certain he was one of Doctor Wily's creations."
"Fine then! That punk mentioned something like that when he fought my brother. I guess we're on the same side for now. Help me adapt to the alterations. I promise I won't kill anyone that doesn't deserve it. if you help me." The girl hopped up glaring around the room. It was a metal room with several pieces of medical equipment.
"Well I guess that's something. Thanks for finding out her intentions Roll."
"No problem Bulma-san. It's my job to be of assistance after all." The female robot master led her guest to the previously concealed exit. In the next room a brown haired boy was unconscious on a similar table. "X is still in self repair mode. In order to protect you he took in a lot more radiation."
"Blue boy saved me huh. Why, I thought we were enemies?" The blonde android looked somewhat ashamed. "I don't understand. My brother and I have taken countless lives for fun."
"Weren't you conditioned to not care about the lives of others. Doctor Gero was a nasty character. He was the brains behind an organization. Seeking world domination thru fear and pain." Roll's face showed compassion as she watched the younger woman. The journey of her emotional turmoil was obvious. That nasty bomb in her head did more than act as a failsafe. It suppressed her conscience. Due to the portion of her brain it was installed in.
She continued glaring at the young looking boy. He was kind of cute despite the goofy headgear. As time went on her eyes softened. "Heroic idiot!" Then she left his side and continued on. In the next room she saw a middle aged woman with blue hair. "You got a problem old lady?"
"Old lady, huh. You know Roll is actually forty years older than either of us." Bulma had a self satisfied smile as the android looked back at her fellow blonde.
"I'm a Robot Master. We don't age like humans. If I receive regular maintenance. I won't die, except thru violence." Roll blushed in embarrassment. "Girls aren't supposed to talk about their ages."
Bulma hugged her precious lab assistant. "Sorry Roll, your right of course." The shorter girl had already become irreplaceable to her. Despite the age difference she felt like a little sister.
"Sorry to break up the love fest. However, I need to learn how to properly use my new alterations."
"Of course right this way, Eighteen-kun." Roll gestured her to follow as they headed towards the training room.
Bulma stayed by her computer as they left. 'It's kind of strange Gero tried to make humans more like robots. Wily wanted nothing more than sentient weapons that obeyed him. Doctor Light wished to make free thinking robots with good hearts. Power really could be anything depending on who wielded it.'
Next day...
"Yo Bulma, it's been awhile!"
"What's up Cut Eagle. How can I help you today?" This guy really reminded her of Yamcha.
"First off, how do you like my tunes. Any request?"
"No, your choices are really encouraging. In my opinion your giving a lot of people hope."
"Thanks dudette, I appreciate the input. Anyway, the reason I called is pretty rad. I found one of Doc's upgrade modules. It was in the basement of this station. Sadly it's code locked for X alone. A real bummer let me tell you."
"Okay I'll send Guts Man right away. X is still recovering from his encounter with Wily's special Robot Master."
"Sweet, I haven't seen my bro in a long time. Looking foward to it babe. Cut Eagle out."
As the computer monitor blanked out. Bulma sighed to herself. At least her allies are growing stronger.
In a flash of light Guts Man appeared in front of the radio station. He looked around at the parking lot. His brother must have been repairing the place. It looked quite livable compared to the surrounding ruins. Suddenly, an older dark skinned human with black hair exited the building.
"Who are you? I'm Cut Eagles friend if you seek to hurt him. You'll have to go thru me first." The human shook his silky afro.
"I'm Guts Man he is my brother. Who are you? You're not in my database."
"Hmm, I'm a little hurt. Though you have been asleep for what forty or fifty years?" He pointed at himself smiling charmingly. "I use to be the greatest action star on earth. At least until the androids destroyed the movie business. The names Pamput. My pal has been expecting you."
"Um nice to meet you Pompeii. Sorry I mean Pamput. What do you do here?"
"When Cut Eagle is in standbye mode I get to DJ. It's not the same as being a star. However, I get to bring entertainment to the fans again."
The brawny machine noticed something at the edge of his vision. The ground was disturbed. "Go inside now, something is coming."
"No way, I need to get some practical training anyway."
"I gotta admit I like your gumption. Alright kid, let's see what your made of. Here it comes!" Human and Robot Master turned to face the threat that exploded from the ground.