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dragon ball z or dragon ball gt, nor do I make any money from this fic. Please
don’t sue me, I’m just a poor Australian and our dollar really sucks right now
so please don’t sue!
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Bulma
pulled the welding mask off her face and began to fiddle with Eighteens
internal wiring. There was a lot of damage done to the circuitry and a lot of
Eighteens parts had had to be replaced but all her memory was intact, as far as
Bulma could tell, and the important parts of her android system were also
unharmed.
“So
how much longer are you going to be?” Seventeen came sauntering into the room
that famous smile of his.
“Not
too long, I just have to reconnected the main neurological wiring in her head
and the wiring in her chest and she should be up and running. I don’t know
exactly how damaged some of her internal parts are, they look strong enough and
Gero seems to have built her to withstand anything so she should be okay.”
Bulma stretched and yawned, aware of the highly amused look on Seventeens face.
“Did
I keep you awake too long last night?” He smirked and walked in closer for a
kiss. They had been up most of the night, since Bulma has become part cyborg
she didn’t need as much sleep and Seventeen was using that to his advantage.
Not that Bulma would ever say no to him now. Apart form being the best lover
she had ever had he was also turning into her best friend. They did everything
together from eating to sleeping and from flying to re-building Eighteen. He
was evil – she knew he was evil – but there was something about him that she
couldn’t resist.
“Let
me go so I can get back to work, give me an hour or two and I could possibly
have her up and working.” Seventeen reluctantly let Bulma go and sat up on the
workbench to watch her.
“Now
if I can just…there…and that…no, no to the yellow wire…good…” Bulma muttered to
herself as she worked steadily, seemingly unaware of the time passing around
her. Finally Bulma put down the screwdriver she had in her hand and she
connected the last wire.
Eighteen’s
eyes shot open and she looked around wildly, her eyes focusing on Seventeen
then on Bulma and then back to Seventeen. She relaxed back onto the table and
but continued to move her head around, taking in the surroundings and Bulma
closed the small hatch in Eighteen’s stomach.
“There.
All done.” Bulma stepped away as Eighteen sat up with a slightly annoyed look
on her face.
“The
last thing I remember is that snake Vegeta blasting me!” She spat, eying
Bulma warily. “How long have I been out of it?” She unsteadily stood on the
floor and took the clothes that Bulma offered her.
“You’ve
been out for a week, sister dearest, but don’t worry. I had Bulma her fix you.”
Seventeen jumped off the bench and gave his sister a grin and he threw his arm
around Bulma’s shoulders. “Bulma decided to defect.”
“Really?”
Eighteen frowned at the scientist. “Well you were bound to get her some time.”
She rolled her shoulders and looked up at her cropped hair in annoyance. “What happened
to my hair?”
“Most
of it got blown away from Vegeta’s blast.” Bulma shrugged her shoulders, “I
tried to find out how to get more implanted but couldn’t. You’ll just have to
live with short hair.”
“Yes
well…I suppose I could…say, there’s something different about you isn’t there?
Oh! Seventeen! You gave her the serum didn’t you?” Eighteen had a familiar evil
smirk on her face and she threw back her head and laughed. “Perfect!”
“If you’re quite
done Eighteen?” Seventeen stepped forward. ”We have a little job to do, were
going to get Bulma’s son, Trunks and bring him here. He could be useful in time
and leaving him with Vegeta would definitely be a mistake.”
The
three androids nodded in agreement and left the basement laboratory to find
Trunks. Part of Bulma, the human part, was slightly nervous. Vegeta would be
mad that she had gone with Seventeen, Vegeta would probably also try to con her
into coming back, and besides all that Bulma knew that part of her still loved
him. Vegeta had been the first man to show her what love was all about. He may
not love her now but she knew he had once loved her.
***(&)***
The
trio blasted over the mountains. Bulma marvelled at the ability to fly, she
should have made Goku teach her to fly a long time ago, this was so fun!
Seventeen had taught Bulma not only to fly but also some simply fighting
techniques and how to shoot ki blasts. To Bulma’s new mind it was all terribly
easy and everything he told her she stowed away in her mind, not forgetting
anything.
“I
can sense Gohan’s ki over there…” Eighteen pointed in a southern direction,
“but I can’t sense Vegeta or Trunks ki.”
Seventeen and Bulma
concentrated harder but found that they couldn’t find the missing saiyans
either. They were obvious somewhere in hiding – their ki’s were so low that
unless they were dead they were hiding.
“Any
idea’s where they would be?” Seventeen raised his eyes bows as he looked at
Bulma questioningly.
“I
don’t know. We could try capsule cop. Or we could find Gohan and make him tell
us. Believe me when I say that Vegeta won’t be far from Gohan.”
Eighteen
grunted and with out bothering to consult Seventeen or Bulma she took off
towards Gohan.
“Is
she always this…antisocial?” Bulma asked as they caught up to a glowering
Eighteen.
“Pretty
much.” He gave her one of his smiles and the three of them blasted towards
Gohan with a burst of speed.
***(&)***
“There’s
been no sign of them yet Vegeta.” Gohan spoke into the vid phone.
“Well
keep your eyes open boy, the Androids aren’t far away and I’m willing to bet
that whenever they show up Bulma’s going to be with them – if she’s alive.”
Vegeta glowered at his son who was sitting off the right playing with blocks.
“What
makes you so sure they’re going to bring Bulma with them?” Gohan gave a wry
twist of his mouth and put a doubtful look on his face, “I mean I know you
swore to me that you felt her power the other day, and I know that you believe
Bulma is alive because Seventeen came to get his sisters parts the other day
and dropped in to tell us that Bulma was going to rebuild her for him, but they
could have killed her straight afterwards, if he wasn’t lying his ass off.”
“No…”
Vegeta paused, “Something doesn’t feel right about this. Bulma is alive and in
good health. I just can’t work out why she hasn’t tried to contact me or get
away from them. Some of the things that Seventeen said about Bulma…and how she
acts in bed…” Vegeta blushed, “Well they were all true. Gohan what if he’s somehow
managed to wipe her mind? What is he’s turned her against us?”
“And
what if she’s dead?” Gohan slammed a fist down on a rock next to him, “You’re
becoming obsessed with nothing Vegeta. Just try to hide Trunks…”
“Try
to hide Trunks from whom?”
Gohan’s
eyes widened at the all too familiar sound of Bulma’s voice…only it wasn’t
Bulma when he turned around, it looked like Bulma, only it didn’t. She sounded
and looked cold, like an android. Gohan pressed the end button and silenced
Vegeta’s ranting on the other end of the transmission.
“Bulma?”
He took a step towards her as the other two androids landed beside her and
chuckled evilly.
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