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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!”
Gohan ignored the two androids and grabbed Bulma in a hug, “Oh Bulma, Bulma,
Bulma! I thought you were dead…” Gohan began to sob in obvious relief, “I
though you were dead.” He rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her
tighter then he’d ever held anyone before. She stood stock still for a second
and then relaxed and hugged Gohan back, glaring at Seventeen who had begun to
close in on Gohan with a sneer on his face.
“I’m
ok Gohan, really. I’m better then ever.” Bulma kissed the top of Gohan head and
pushed him away slightly. She wanted to tell him that she was fine…and that
whatever happened she would always love him as she loved her son. But she knew
that Gohan wouldn’t understand. He would see her defection as an unforgivable
sin.
Gohan
finally seemed to see the two androids and he started in fear, “What are you
doing with the androids?” His eyes darkened in fear and his jaw dropped as
realisation hit him, “Vegeta was right wasn’t he? You left him for them!” Gohan
took several steps back, “Oh God…”
Bulma’s
eyes dropped to the ground in what felt like shame, Gohan’s tone was just like
Goku’s. “Vegeta doesn’t love me…” Bulma trailed off and a single tear fell from
her cheek as she realised for the first time that Gohan would never trust her
again, that he’d kill her before he’d join her now.
“That’s
right, Vegeta doesn’t love Bulma.” Seventeen stepped forward and placed a hand
on Bulma’s shoulder, “Not the way that I do. No one can ever love her the way
that I do.” Seventeen eyes held an emotion that was almost evil. It was a love
so dark that he didn’t even question it.
“What?
Androids don’t love! Your machines! Bulma don’t listen to him! He’s tricking
you to hurt Vegeta!” Gohan stepped forward and reached for Bulma’s hand,
Eighteen however stepped in front of her and started to walk towards Gohan who
proudly held his ground.
“Oh
I can assure you young man that I do love Bulma. It is true however that I am
trying to infuriate Vegeta, but he deserves it, and as for you.” Seventeen
clicked his fingers and Eighteen sprang onto Gohan and got a head lock on him.
Bulma and Seventeen strode forward with almost identical smirks on their faces
– however Bulma’s smirk was far more forced then Seventeen would have liked.
“Gohan,
I’m not going to hurt you if you tell me where my son is but if you don’t well,
Eighteen may have to encourage you a bit.” Bulma spread her hands in a
way that left no room for argument, “Please Gohan, you and I have been friends
since we first met, I’ve always stood by you and admired the way you fought and
right now all I’m asking you is where my son is.”
Gohan
struggled in the androids grasp, “I’ll never tell you! You’re going to kill
him!”
“Kill
my own son?” Bulma stared at Gohan in honest horror. “I wouldn’t kill my own
son! I wouldn’t even dream of hurting him! I just want to see him…” Bulma began
to sniff and her eyes sprang full of tears, “My little boy…I haven’t seen him
for so long…”
“Your
act isn’t going to work on me!” Gohan spat at Bulma and continue to struggle. Bulma’s
tear abruptly dried up and she smiled at Gohan with a wry twist to her mouth.
“I
actually liked you Gohan, and I didn’t want to hurt you…” Bulma lent down and
hugged him even as Gohan cursed her and struggle wildly, “Make him talk
Eighteen, you know how to.” Bulma turned and walked away with Seventeen as
behind them Eighteen began to laugh in glee.
She
didn’t want to think about what Eighteen was going to do. Her bravado was all
an act – she loved Gohan and didn’t want to imagine what was going to happen to
him if he didn’t talk.
***&@&***
“Let
me go you whore!” Gohan bit the androids arm and cursed himself for his
stupidity, blast it! Why didn’t I give Bulma a false location? She wouldn’t
have left him alone then and he wouldn’t be here grappling with this hell
bitch!
Eighteen
knocked him to the ground and straddled his waist, a maniac smile on her face
as she lent down on his chest and stared up at him like a cat watching a mouse.
Her body was arched over him gracefully and she traced his face with soft hands
that gave away none of the power she had at her fingertips.
“You’re
so pretty…” She whispered to him.
“What
are you waiting for? Just get it over with, bitch!” Gohan tried to shove her
away but couldn’t.
“Bitch?”
Eighteen gave a smile, “You’ve been hanging around Vegeta too long. I bet your
father never used to use such language. It’s such a pity that you hate us so
much…you would have made such an entertaining ally.” Eighteen tilted her
head to the side. “Still I am glad that I get to do this…don’t worry…” She lent
down and touched her lips to his, “…It’ll only hurt until you tell us or your
dead.”
Gohan’s
eyes widened even more and he struggled under the android, “GET OFF ME!” He
shoved her hard enough to push her off him. For a brief second anger flashed
across her face and he saw through her pretty woman exterior.
“Fine
then. We’ll do this the nasty way. I tried to be nice to you. I tried to give
you some dignity but no…you couldn’t simply play nice. So I’ll have to use my
own special brand of persuasion.” Eighteen brought her foot down on his forearm
and Gohan screamed as the bone fractured…
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“Did
you mean what you said?” Bulma closed her eyes in bliss as Seventeen nuzzled
her neck.
“Mean
what?” He move his head up to nibble her ear lobe, his hand crept up to tangle
in her hair and pull her closer to him.
“That
you loved me? Do you really love me?” Seventeen turned Bulma to face him and
kissed her, his hands pulling her so close it was hard to breathe,
“Of
course I meant it. Why do you think I was so eager to get you into my bed? If I
just wanted to piss Vegeta off I could have killed you or Trunks or killed you
both. I could have tortured you; hell I could have done a hell of a lot more nasty
things. But I didn’t because I love you.”
Bulma
melted into his arms and moaned softly when he laid her back and moved on top
of her, his hand deftly undressing them both. Seventeen paused above her,
breathing in her scent as if she were some exotic flower. His hands gently
trailed down her sides and stroked her breasts as they kissed each other with
matched passions.
“Never
leave me Bulma.” Seventeen breathed gently as he thrust himself into her and
began to move above her, sweeping Bulma up on a river of pure pleasure. She
wanted to tell him that the only way she’d ever leave him was if she died…but
she couldn’t speak for the power of the pleasure sweeping through her.
They
were lying dressed in each other’s arms sometime later when Eighteen came back
in dragging a barely conscious Gohan. She tossed him at their feet and stared
down at him with annoyance.
“He
won’t talk. I tried every way I could to get him to talk but he wont.” Eighteen
threw a frustrated glance at the coughing body of Gohan and then stamped out,
“I’m going for a fly.” She glowered at her brother briefly before blasting away
– rapidly fading into the distance.
“So
what do we do now?” Bulma moved over and took Gohan’s head in her hands, he
murmured something and his eyes opened and focused on hers and some small part
of Bulma that was still human cringed at the look her gave her, he was so much
like Goku it hurt…
“It’s
ok Gohan.” Bulma soothed and Gohan closed his eyes again, “I’m going to fly him
to his mothers Seventeen…I…” Bulma couldn’t find the words to express how sad
she felt to Gohan like this so she gathered his lip body into her arms and
turned to face her demon lover. “I’ll meet you back at the lab later on
tonight.”
Seventeen
nodded slowly and watched as Bulma turned and silently flew off into sky. She
was still so fragile and human – it was touching how concerned she was for
Gohan.
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