Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chinks in Android Armor ❯ Sadistic 17 ( Chapter 2 )

 

Material from Scratches 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!

An hour or so later she was sitting in front of a mahogany table in a vast kitchen. All of the appliances and fixtures seemed brand new and sterile as if they had been delivered right off the factory floor. 17 had carried her into a lavish sized vacation home near a mountain lake after having flown for at least a half hour. It turned out that the desert was only a barren waste that had been formed by the battle before. 

She wondered who he had killed to inherit such a place. Judging from the piles of clothing and bags of money stashed here and there with other goods it was a sure bet it was stolen. Not a cabin but a glass fronted building with two sloping roofs; the 'chalet' looked like the playground of a bored millionaire seeking solace from the hustle and bustle of the city. 

Several cars were parked in front; all of them top of the line luxury models. Past them and through the front door he had born her until they reached the sterile white kitchen. 17 had then moved over to the huge double refrigerator and torn open the door to reveal all manner of frozen dinners stacked with plates of caviar, cheese dips, and a hodgepodge of rich foods and common ones. 

"I thought Androids didn't eat," she said. 

"Are you kidding me? You think I would give up something as pleasurable as eating, doc? I might be a superior being but who says that giving up food is something that I'd want," said 17. "Now will you shut up and find something to eat?" 

"You were expecting me to cook for you?" Dr. Polly Atomica asked with a frown on her attractive face. Barely thirty, she still had pleasant looks and only a few strands of silver hair in her purplish locks. 

"I don't care what you do. I'm not cooking it, so unless you want something hot you'd better deal," 17 said as he grabbed a can of soda from one side of the fridge, and then a paper box that looked like it contained half of a pizza from some takeout place. He tossed it down on the table and began stuffing his face just like a young man in his twenties. Figures he would retain many of his human vestiges. 

"All right then. I will fix something and if you like, you can have some too. Where's your food?" 

"Look for yourself, Doc," he said. "There are all kinds of things in there." 

She eagerly grabbed a container of frozen yogurt and tossed it onto the island. Lunchmeats and cheeses she also snatched, seeing a whole deli tray still wrapped in plastic. Hungrily she ate a few pieces and then gasped in relief. Cracking open a soda, she swigged down half of the container and leaned her back to the island. Quickly she started to make sandwiches out of the cold cuts. Despite her annoyance, he reminded her of a teenage boy without a mother figure, and perhaps the adoption of a subservient role would awaken a bit of respect. 

"What do you like on your sandwich?" she asked. 

"Whatever," 17 muttered through his mouthful of leftover pizza. He straightened up when he saw his captive carrying a tray of large submarine sandwiches and next to a bowl of chips. She set them down in front of him, and then he kicked a chair. 

"Sit down and eat. You were the one bitching about food," 17 said, grabbing one of the large sandwiches. He thrust the pizza box toward her and she sat in the chair he nudged over. Silently they ate until she was satisfied. 

"Nice place," she said quietly, still watching him demolish the pizza. 

"Uh huh, so?" he mumbled. Most of it save one more slice was sitting in the opened box. She snatched a spoon from a nearby silverware drawer and dug into the half-eaten container of frozen strawberry yogurt. 

"Just an observation. Is this where you and your sister live when you're not… playing games?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She sat up nervously on the edge of her chair but struggled to control her fear. 

"Yeah. We have to live somewhere, just like you or anyone else, Doc. You think we live in a cave or a lab like you used to?" 17 asked. He returned to the fridge and grabbed the tub of nacho cheese dip, and then pushed past her to open the microwave. To her surprise he filled a plate with nacho chips and dumped the cheeses overtop so he could shove them into the microwave on high. 

"Makes sense I guess. Thank you for the food," she said. 

"So now you're polite. Trying to play games with me, are you?" 17 asked, turning around to regard her with those crystalline blue eyes. 

"Maybe? You said you were bored, didn't you?" Dr. Atomica said, wondering why she wasn't sobbing in fear as the powerful being stood only feet from her. 

"Acting all casual when you're really scared shitless," said 17, pulling out the finished nachos. 

"What do you expect me to do, run and scream? There's no point in me doing that. The only thing that I want to do is to live. Either way, I'll either piss you off if I scream, and if I try to reason with you, you're probably not going to let me go," said she. 

“You used to be in the Red Ribbon army you said? So that's why my sister captured you. You could have a lot of information we could find useful. And now that I know you know something about us, I can hardly let you go could I?” 17 said, moving his face close to hers. 

“Yes. That's exactly right. You noticed the similarities in our plastics. What if I was to say that I invented the plastic coating that protects you from the Saiyans? Would you kill me as you almost were tempted to kill Gero? If you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it by now. Or you could be thinking of some way to kill me later when you're bored." 

"I might be," 17 said, looking at her with a strange gleam in his eyes. “But unlike you, I like this body that `father' gave me. The reason I wanted him gone was he got this wild idea that BECAUSE he `created' me he could tell me what to do.” 

“He was stupid to presume that. You're a being with your own mind. I don't blame you for…” 

“Spare me the sympathy, Doc,” 17 sneered. 

“All right then. We can talk about something else,” she said quietly. 

"I might be sick of talking for now. Or I might want to play another game,” 17 rested his hand on his hip. He crushed the soda can in his fingers, and then threw it up in the air. Aiming a finger, he vaporized it with a pencil thin beam. Once he'd done this, he blew on the tip of his finger as if it was a six-shooter from the old west. 

"If you still eat, you're either keeping me alive to find something out, information wise, or there's another… thing you want," she said leveling her gaze. 

"A regular Einstein you are," he said, the corner of his lip twitching. Dr. Atomica got up from her chair and rested her hands on her hips. 

Dr. Atomica rolled her eyes. Swallowing all trepidation, she exhaled and said firmly, "All right let's cut the bullshit, 17. There's no need for it. Whatever it is you want, you're stronger than I am, so if you're expecting me to fight, then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. I must be doing well enough, since you haven't killed me yet.” 

17 snickered, "You know you're someone I admire in some strange way. You're acting calm but you're scared inside and that got my attention. However, don't think you can keep it up forever. You'll break down.” 

"And it would involve your so called special powers," said Atomica as 17 took a step toward her. "You're pretty bold with your abilities." 

"You're the last loose end, my so called `father' has,” 17 said as he advanced on her and slowly reached out his hand to touch her face lightly. "So, I'm going to ask you again: what do you know that will keep me from killing you now? What secrets do you know from working with that son of a bitch?” 

"Will you strangle me if I say I don't know?" Atomica asked. 

"Not good enough," he said, as his hand slowly went around her throat. Instantly Atomica brought up her hand and grabbed a fold of his skin on his arm, pinching it. He winced and she dropped down before he could lunge to get her.

"I'm not afraid of you," Atomica said defiantly as she ducked and leapt onto the counter.

"You should be," 17 bit his lip and kept his distance. "There's nowhere you can go where I can't hunt you down." 

"Maybe so, but I'm betting you're so desperate to know the answer, and it's making you crazy that Gero might have some failsafe to destroy you and someone ELSE might figure it out," she said as he moved to her, and she leapt over his shoulder and landed on the floor 

"You're one smooth broad aren't you?" he asked as he moved back, and aimed a ki blast at her. She grabbed the nearby shiny toaster to reflect the blast. 17 dodged and she leapt onto the counter behind him. 

17 gasped as she grabbed him from behind and he gasped as her legs locked around his waist and her arms locked around his, immobilizing him. "Who's in control now?" asked Atomica, as he gasped. 

“FIELD ON!” the dark haired cyborg shouted. A buzzing of energy crackled over both of them. Grimly she held on, smoke filling her nostrils. To his shock, she was very much alive. 

“What the hell are you made of?” 17 muttered in sick fascination. 

“I guess it's my lucky day,” she gasped. Snatching the gun from his holster, she aimed it at his neck.

"You'll die too," he sneered, feeling a strange sick thrill at her nerve. “You fire that point blank and you'll fry us both.” 

"How does it feel to be the victim, 17?" she asked her lips by his ear. "To not know if your next breath will be your last… that your own creations could kill you…" 

“I could still survive. You don't KNOW for sure that my own gun can kill me do you?” 

"But I'll take you to hell with me," said Atomica slowly. "Give up, and we'll talk like human beings… otherwise we both die… and if your sister walks in, we'll both die as well…" 

"Fine!" 17 snapped. 

Atomica still pinioned his arms, which flailed because she had locked his shoulders with her arms wrapped under, and her legs were wrapped around his waist from behind, squeezing tighter and constricting his breath. Just how she had the strength to crush on him she didn't know. A horrified feeling shot over her. 17 was either playing with her, or else there were things about herself she knew very little about. 

17 gasped as she still kept her death grip with those thighs around his waist. "You… win for now, but when you get free you might not be so lucky," he gasped. 

"I am not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to kill you, here and now, 17," she said slowly as she tightened her grip. "I know the secret of the plastic coating on your skin. Moreover, I know if I blast right here at your neck I could decapitate you. You're not all android. I don't think you'll survive if I blast your head off.” 

"You think you have the nerve to do it?" he gasped as he felt his breath going out of him. Before he could shout for help, she put a hand over his mouth, and hooked her arm over his mouth. 

"I consider that a compliment," Atomica said as she released him. He turned on her, anger in his eyes, but she stopped his blows, and stood back from him, grabbing his gun as he advanced on her. 

"You're stupid if you think I'll let you get away with that," 17 said as the door opened and 18 burst in.  

“Brother what the hell are you doing?” 

“Playing!” 17 gritted. “What do you think?” 

“So are you asking me to kill her after all the trouble I went through to get her?” 18 asked. 

"And put a bullet hole in your own brother?" she asked as she aimed his own weapon at him. 

"Play with fire, you'll get burned," said 18. 

"Go ahead and kill me," said Atomica slowly. "I'm expecting to die anyway…" 

Suddenly 17 blurred out and appeared behind her, twisting her wrist behind her and forcing her to drop the gun. He meant to break her arm but the more he twisted, the more he felt something solid and hard pushing back. Could it be possible that she wasn't entirely human? 

"I don't think we should kill her yet, because she could tell us what she knows in another way," he said as 18 covered the professor.  

“Why didn't you do that before, stupid?” 18 rolled her eyes. She kept her hand raised, a blast flickering on the flat of her palm. 

"There's something different about her Sis. She's pretty strong. Not a normal human. Kind of funny don't you think?” 17 said. 

“What do you mean?” 18 asked, blinking at him. 

“She was able to almost crush me. And her arm doesn't break,” 17 laughed as he jerked hard, making the Professor gasp in pain. However, the shoulder didn't dislocate with a snap. As it was, 17 was giving a considerable wrench with his energy. 

“Well well, that's different,” 18 said, her cold blue eyes narrowing as she looked more closely at the squirming professor. Reaching down she grabbed the gun and tossed it back to 17. 

“And there's another thing, 18. I never expected to find someone who could be as ruthless as me,” he snickered. 

"Maybe. But are you so sure she's worth the trouble?" 18 asked. 

"Who knows? I'll get the info out of her one way or another," he said, holding his gun to her temple. 

“So, you want me to leave you alone to play or what?” asked 18 impatiently. She glanced at the designer watch on her wrist. 

“You don't want to watch sis?” asked 17. “It could be fun.” 

“No thanks. Your kind of fun is boring,” 18 answered. “I'm going to go shopping again.” 

Professor Atomica felt fire erupting from one joint on her shoulder. She watched 18 casually striding out the door as if nothing had happened. Then the door slammed, leaving her alone in the clutches of 17. Her arm creaked in pain when he let go of her wrist and snapped her body forwards in a half circle. Now she faced him, backed against the hard wall. With a malicious smile, 17 aimed the gun right at her. 

"Now you've got the gun again. Go ahead, kill me," Atomica said. "I dare you…" 

"You still aren't scared are you?" he asked. 

"I'd be stupid if I said I wasn't," she said. "But I got to you. I can die, knowing I almost killed you… and that for an instant you felt the fear your entire victim's fear, dying at the hands of your nasty pets. And that's something you'll never take away. You'll remember it…"

 "You are good," 17 said quietly as he looked at her, cocking the trigger. The anger in her eyes and the way she trembled showed the truth of her words. If he killed her now, she would go to her death without fear, and he'd be left with the memory. Nevertheless, if he spared her… 

"You're lucky, Doc," he said as he lowered the gun. "Lucky that you did yank my chain and live to tell about it." 

"So, now what? World domination, kill me in my sleep?" she asked as he advanced on her, with the gun in hand. 

"C'mon doc, seriously, you think if I really thought you could blow me away, I wouldn't have a way out?" he said smugly. "I've got a million ways to waste you.” 

"I figured you would, so what? Fact is you LET me do it, and that's still showing I win, if I die. I got to you, and you can't deny you weren't scared to die…" she said as he advanced on her, the gun held to her chest as he pulled her to him, his hips pressed to hers. Her breath heaved in and out, and she glanced up at him, fire in her dark eyes. No matter what, she would not be broken, curse her. Here was one woman he could not control. 

17 breathed heavily, feeling the strange thrill running through him. He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass roughly through the skirt, and Atomica showed no fear as she reached up her hand and slid it around his neck. "I could shoot you now," he said slowly with a smirk on his lips. 

"Before I strangle you?" she asked. "Either way… I'm ready to die sooner or later…" 

"Were you scared out of your mind before?" he asked. 

"I did face death then, but I was more worried for the people you'll toy with yet then me," she said slowly. 

"Give me a break. You'll only destroy yourself thinking garbage like that," 17 laughed, pressing the gun to her head.

 "Maybe so. But there is one more thing," she said, her fingers still around his throat. "You couldn't kill me. I don't know WHY, and I don't care. But I know you're anxious to find out.” 

“Maybe I don't. Maybe you're just another experiment gone badly. A waste of skin and energy?” 17 answered, leering at her. “Last year's model.” 

“Don't you want to know what I might know about Gero? Maybe I'm remembering things slowly because they screwed with my memories too?”

“Nice bluff, but what if I don't give a shit?” 17 sneered, cocking the trigger with a click.

 “Can you take that chance? If I know your weaknesses then someone ELSE might know them. Who else might be alive waiting to be awakened? Did you know Dr. Gero had a computer and a whole host of OTHER androids that are possibly MORE powerful then you? Can you live with yourself knowing that…?” 

“So? Why's that important? Is it worth my time?” 17 said, slowly squeezing the trigger.

“Even if I am scared, I know I could have bested you… and you could have stopped me but you didn't… why is that?" 

"You're a lucky bitch," he said, lowering the gun. "And you know you can't get away… but you won't break. I like that. I like that a lot…" 

"I'm a bitch, and you're a sick bastard. It's obvious what you want. So why don't you either shoot or put the gun down…" she said angrily as his hand with the gun was still there.

Reaching out one slender hand, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his body. Then he backed her up until her back collided with the edge of the counter. Polly gasped as he pinned her there with his slender body. Slowly he began to unbutton her shirt, and finger her chest. She felt he would pull the trigger soon enough, but the strange sensations of his hands on her skin were driving her insane. He tossed the gun to one side, well out of reach, and ripped the sides of her blouse open as he pulled her body to his. She grabbed his wrists, fire in her eyes, as his hands were inches from touching her. He pinned her against the counter; his need apparent as it pressed against her stomach. 

"If I DID want something else, would you try and stop me?" he heaved.

"Depends… on what it is," she inhaled, seeing the intent in his eyes. "If you want… that… wouldn't you prefer someone more… younger and more…"

"Please, Doc. A guy doesn't have to be fussy when it comes to getting what he wants. Anyone will do. But sometimes older is better," 17 said with that lascivious gleam in his eyes. His arm reached around her to push the contents of the counter to the floor, and then he heaved her up and sat her on the white tile. Grabbing her wrist, he twisted her arm behind her head and leapt up to sit on the counter beside her hip.

Although Dr. Atomica felt terrified, she relaxed her body. There was a limited amount of things she could do to fight him off if he planned to rape her. So he thought he had control, she thought. She would show him that he was so wrong, because she had her intelligence for gods' sakes. An insane resolve possessed her, and she closed her eyes. As his hands moved over her breasts, she arched against him, and grabbed at his tie, struggling to unknot it. Drawing up her legs, she moved one up and down the outside of his thigh, and tugged his face to hers with one hand on the tie and the other on his chest. Savagely she bit down on his lips as he crushed her to himself. Instead of choosing to kill her he wished to subdue her, and she was not about to let him have control. 

"Then you want sex, that's it?" she swallowed hard, looking him in the eyes.

"Aren't you going to fight and tell me to stop?" 17 asked, pushing her down as he climbed on top of her.

"I'm a piece of ass because you're still human enough to want sex like you do food,” she said glancing up at him. “One way or another you'll get what you want. I'd rather consent then get raped, thank you.”

"I want to have sex with you, not rape you, idiot. It's another need that it seems stupid to go without," he rasped. "If I enjoy it, I might not actually kill you. And if you play along it's more fun for both of us."

"Then you want to play before?"

 "I'm too horny Doc. We can play right now," 17 said quietly, his blue eyes hungry as he tore at the lab coat and blouse.

"I'd rather play then die. I want to live. If it's a choice between having sex and getting killed, then I chose to take my chances," she whispered.

"Smart lady," he snickered.

 She looked up at him, lying back, and relaxing as much as she could. He could break her if she tried to struggle, and maybe if she did not fight he might stop. 17 grabbed at her bra-clad breasts and gave them pinching clumsy squeezes. His hands roamed over her body, leaving bruises. Closing her eyes, Polly lay back and yielded. 17 however did not stop. Judging from the unsureness of his touch, he must be new to this, or else desperate to sate himself. Slowly she pushed her hips up as he lay on top of her jeans. She spread her legs on either side of his narrow hips, hoping that she had made the right decision.