Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chinks in Android Armor ❯ Deadly Beauty Revisited ( Prologue )

Chinks in Cyborg Skin

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z; it belongs to Toei Animation Co. Ltd. and was created by Akira Toriyama. However the Oc's Bakelite, Polly Atomica, Infrared, and Melmac are mine as is the plot of this fan fiction. It means no harm to the awesome anime and manga! I make no money from this!.

 

Prologue- Deadly Beauty

 

The three years passed in the blink of an eye. To Krillin it brought many changes. When he met up with all the other Z warriors on the day Trunks had predicted, he like all the others had to get used to the VP of Capsule being a single mother. The months that he and his friends spent alone preparing for the eventual return of the androids had rushed far faster by then any of them could have imagined.

 

The words of a mysterious lavender haired youth, they all knew was named Trunks had served as a blueprint for what was to come. Krillin had gotten a phone call from Bulma's parents, asking if he knew why their little girl had suddenly moved away to a small vacation home in the mountains with her new best friend, but they thought little of why. Krillin, concerned had then called Yamcha to find out what was going on. By the time his friend returned, he had very sad news to convey.

 

Yamcha explained that because Bulma was unable to hide her pregnancy any more Bulma had taken her friend into trust. Four months later after Bulma had gone into labor, a friend and co worker of hers named Dr. Atomica had helped bring her to the emergency room, still carrying her own toddler Curie in her arms, followed by a sleepy eyed nanny Bulma had hired for just such an occasion. Yamcha related how Bulma had yelled at the staff to sign her `sister' in and soon Bulma was screaming her pain in a birthing suite, her friend at her side, and a nervous three-year-old left in the care of Bulma's nanny. Miss Ginger Root was paid enough not to question her employers, and diligently cared for Dr. Atomica's two year old while both women disappeared into the hospital maternity ward.

 

There under the coaching of her female friend, Bulma had given birth to a lavender haired infant, or so his friend explained as they gathered later. Yamcha remembered the first time he had seen the boy's deep blue eyes fixed into everyone's faces. He had a healthy set of lungs because everyone heard the youth scream its outrage to the cold delivery room.

 

“And you got there after that happened, man?” Krillin had said.

 

“Yeah. It was that Dr. Atomica chick who helped had been the one to dab sweat from her friend's face as Miss X had asked to hold her child,” Yamcha said.

 

“And Miss X was Bulma right?” Krillin guessed.

 

Yamcha went on to describe the other details. That Bulma she informed the doctors who she really was and swore them to the utmost secrecy. Papers were signed, and since there was no father to sign the birth certificate, it said Trunks Briefs.

 

Only then, did she call her parents and tell them she had given birth to a baby boy. Ostensibly, her father was furious for hiding it from him, but at the urging of his wife, he calmed down. Soon both Briefs joined their daughter in a hospital room and met their grandchild. All anger melted away when Dr. Briefs held his grandson and realized Bulma had given them the biggest gift of all: a grandson and heir to Capsule. He knew better then to ask whom the father was, judging from his daughter's stubbornness he would only know when she chose to tell him. While Dr. Briefs suspected it was Yamcha, Mrs. Briefs had her bets on Vegeta who had left months ago to train in space.

 

Yamcha had arrived at about the same time, hearing Bulma was in the hospital. Then he saw the baby boy in her mother's arms and sighed. Despite Bulma's trepidations, he gave her a brave smile and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Congratulations, babe,” he whispered. `You're a mommy.”

 

Krillin guessed that Yamcha was silent about his anger, for the sake of his former and first love. The fact that her closest female friend stared at him so intently kept him behaving. Yamcha claimed that woman could be a battleaxe just like Bulma when provoked. Therefore, he had paid his respects and promised to visit her when she came home.

 

In the months that followed, Yamcha explained that Bulma devoted all energies to her son. When they first saw him they knew he was a healthy and fussy baby, and quite smart. Krillin himself was relieved that he had no visible tail to complicate matters. Furthermore, he seemed perfectly human except for that light of burning intelligence in his eyes. Always at her side, Trunks filled a need she knew she never had until now. Dr. Atomica was often with her, both of them swapping baby stories as little Curie got to know her new howling playmate. She was three years older, but already had asked about Trunks and if she could hold him.

 

When Vegeta finally arrived back, he had not even stopped by to see her. Bulma greeted the news of his arrival with almost mute surprise. Then that was when everything went mad. Vegeta didn't so much as lift a finger to save his own son, and Krillin burned with rage just like everyone else as to why. Surely it was his evil nature, but couldn't he even give a damn about his own flesh and blood?

 

I guess not, Krillin reasoned.

 

It stabbed through his already aching heart. Instead Vegeta had gone insane with his power trip over his recent ascension and destroyed Dr. Gero as well as 19. So consumed with the hunt had he been that he failed to notice, or so Bulma had later explained. What floored Krillin even more was how nonchalant Bulma seemed that Vegeta had failed to save her, and Future Trunks had.

 

Yes, that youth was Trunks, from a decimated future where the androids reigned supreme. A reality he struggled daily to reverse, putting all his hopes into his mother's time machine to come back and help them in the battle. During the short time he fought with them, Krillin was impressed with the young man's compassion and sense of duty. Goku was Trunks' hero, while he confessed that Gohan in his time had been his mentor. Ironically thought Vegeta had given life, indirectly Goku had insured survival to the young future teen. Still Trunks rushed headlong into battle to save his father even though he was rejected at every turn.

 

Those androids didn't seem to care. They were bored children with immense power at their fingertips. Yet one of them, the female named Android 18 who had ruthlessly pummeled Vegeta had a softer side. How helpless Krillin felt when he saw his friends being used as punching bags, and yet he admired how lovely she was. Like a doll, but an angel of death, not life.

 

Ironically she had spared him, and given him the first kiss he had never in a million years thought would be given. Try as he might, Krillin could not forget the sweet gentle touch of the android's kiss. A whole world of possibilities had then blossomed. Nor could he refuse when she looked at him with those crystal blue eyes. He could only drench his ardor in their icy depths. What seemed frost and a heart of ice only he could melt just by his presence. Why was he worthy of her attention while others were of her disdain?

 

Now only a day after he had first confronted her, she had appeared out of nowhere on a deserted beach he was searching for traces of the androids. Just why he was here of all days he didn't know. Yet she had landed in front of him and he froze with terror. His eyes wandered up her curves, and he couldn't stop his pounding heart.

 

“Come away with me,” she urged, reaching out to beckon to him. Those hands fluttered like graceful doves, her flesh almost ivory white.

 

“But… but,” Krillin stammered, his tongue made of lead. Every muscle in his body shivered under that woman's hypnotic gaze. In that instant he knew, she could ask the world of him and he would die trying to deliver it. On the razor's edge of plummeting to insanity, he brought himself back. His friends depended on him, and how could he even dream of consorting with the enemy no matter how lovely she seemed?

 

“Or would you like me to pay your friends a visit?” she suggested, her exotic eyes narrowing mischievously with a twinkle that terrified him.

 

Should he let her mold him like clay, or could he reverse this and wrap her around his finger? Dare he try? She seemed infatuated with him for whatever odd reason. As a fighter, he was trained to seek any opponent's weakness. Here fate had given him a wedge to prop the door to freedom open.

 

At any cost, he must avail himself of it. “Then come with me and join a party. I might even stop playing so hard with your friends if you play with me?” she purred. Zipping behind him, she slid her arms around his neck, buzzing into his ear. Krillin shivered from the top of his baldhead all the way to his weighted boots.

 

“O… okay!” he agreed hastily. He only hoped he would not regret it.

 

“Good boy,” whispered she, depositing a kiss on his sensitive ear.

 

It burned like dry ice on his skin, from her cold heat. Before he could voice protest, Android 18 imprisoned him in her slender arms. Sliding steadily down his chest they landed on his waist. His stomach dropped into his toes as they shot vertically suddenly. Son the gravelly beach shrank to a mere irregular patch of yellow bordered by green. Any houses or cars resembled mere toys.

 

Such toys he abandoned so long ago. Instead, he pursued the dream of finding a pretty girl to marry. Was he in over his head playing a most dangerous game? For the sake of earth and his friends, he would accept his fate eyes wide open. As they rocketed over the blue vastness of the ocean, he sensed no ki from her.

 

Android 18 pressed closely to his back, causing him to feel sexual energies that would go untapped. Her heat soaked into his back, and he felt blood rushing from his head to the southern smaller one below his belt. Why did he have to lose his cool before a girl? Marron seemed child's play compared to this elegant and deadly beauty. Dare he think he could reason with her, and stop her from killing indiscriminately? If he played her game, would she change her rules?

 

“Yeah, and give Vegeta a new personality adjustment,” Krillin laughed ironically to himself. The chances of that were slim indeed.

 

“Not much further, cutie,” she laughed lightly, tingling his sensitive neck again. Another jolt of electricity surged from that spot to his groin, and he was thankful for wearing his baggy karate pants.

 

Glancing down he spied the expanse of a vast forest, bordered by icy tall snowcapped mountains. Perched high along the side just under the tree line was a peaked roof. As they descended gracefully, he saw a chalet peaking from behind several tall trees. An asphalt road snaked its way to the front door, where multiple sports cars were parked before a sizable garage.

 

Instinctively he grasped 18's wrists, and felt her muscles twitch. Was he affecting her? He was desperate for release that only she could give, but his senses told him to tread carefully. Gently their feet touched down on the driveway's paved surface. She had consummate control over levitation, for he felt no jarring impact.

 

Once he stood still, he felt the blast of cold air following the absence of her body heat. Then he jolted forwards when she grabbed his hand. Tugging him along behind her, she skipped up the stone pavements leading to the front door. “C'mon! I've got something to show you!” she laughed.

 

“O… okay,” he nodded, with a stupid grin plastered on his face. Any moment now, he expected to jolt awake in bed, with a sticky wet stain to show for an incredible dream.

As the seconds turned into long minutes, he realized his fortune. Android 18 unlocked the door, and then pushed it open with her free hand. Looking inside, she then released his hand and slid behind him. He grunted in shock, almost pitching forwards as she shoved him from behind. Martial arts shoes stepped over the threshold and into the sizable living room area. His breath drew in sharply to see the luxurious sectional sofa near a wide screen plasma TV. The blonde cyborg continued to shove him inside, then kicked the door shut behind them both.

 

Only the slam of the door broke his trance. Mouth foaming he could not stop from staring at her backside curving under that skirt as she strode before him. On automatic pilot, he followed his temptress where she led him, towards the curve of steps leading up to a second floor. “This way,” she beckoned.

 

“Um, you're not going to just show me your stamp collections are you?” he lamely stammered.

 

“Silly. I just wanted to talk,” 18 said demurely.

 

“Oh… okay. I guess… you want to talk upstairs, or is here fine?”

“Upstairs,” she said firmly. Krillin nodded, wiping drool from his chin. He saw the look of frustration on her face and shivered in fear. Her eyes widened perceptibly and she squeezed his hand.

 

“How cute. You're rather shy aren't you?” she asked.

 

“Uh yeah… sorry about that,” Krillin laughed. “Look, I don't' want to force you to um… do anything you don't' want to do.”

 

A gentle smile turned the corners of her mouth upwards. Somehow, it warmed her face 10 degrees. She then tugged him by the hand again. “You, forcing me? How sweet and silly. I'm practically carrying you off…”

 

“Now that you put it like that,” Krillin laughed. He trotted behind her, rushing up the stairs to see what she so eagerly wanted to show him. They passed by several open doors, one of them leading to a vast bedroom to stop by a large closed door. She turned the knob with a click in the silence, and then pushed the door open. He stared at glossy marble flooring stretching as far as the eye could see.

 

“I've burned my clothing and gotten rather dusty,” 18 said nonchalantly. “My room's down the hall. I'm going to take a bath, but I'd like it if you would get me a change of clothes?”

 

“Um… sure yeah,” Krillin blinked, a bit crestfallen when she stepped into the bathroom and nudged him away from her.

 

“Don't look so sad. I might need someone to help scrub my back,” she winked. The door clicked shut, leaving Krillin there gaping. His knees knocked together and he stumbled off down to the room she indicated. What on EARTH was he doing? He should run while he was still breathing!

 

The sound of running bathwater filled his ears, pounding with each pulse of his quickening heart. Through the rush he heard her call out; “Hurry up, will you? I don't' have any towels!”

 

“Where are they?” Krillin called through the closed door, voice almost squeaking. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

 

“In the closet on the way to my bedroom! Don't keep me waiting!” she answered. Tripping over his own fee t the fighter raced off on his mission.

 

“Master Roshi if you could see me now,” he chuckled, trying to increase his bravado for whatever would happen next. He only hoped he wouldn't screw this one up!