Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chinks in Android Armor ❯ Uncovered ( Chapter 3 )

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!

 

 

Passive aggression suddenly gave way to one upsmanship. She would give this android what he wanted and more, in some crazy attempt to keep an enemy far closer than a friend. Desperation fueled acceptance, which in turn created opportunity. One could not rape a person who had given consent, and if she knew the sorts of people who volunteered for the Gero android project, she hoped she could use her brain and not end up scorched in the fire she suddenly toyed with.

 

The thrill of her teeth on his lips drove him over the edge, and his hands kneaded her breasts through the fabric of her bra. He slid his tongue into her mouth and devoured the hungry kiss, feeling the hot breath and the fluttering heart like a frightened bird in his arms. Her legs moved around his waist, slowly tightening in a warning that she could kill him. As he slid his hands up and down her chest to her neck, he seized the sides of her face and pulled her away for a moment to breathe. Her eyes were closed as she grabbed the sides of his black shirt and pulled hard. She was a lot stronger then he gave her credit for, and wondered how it was possible. No matter what he did, she had faced death, and refused to be broken. Only by death could he defeat her, and yet he didn't want to. He wanted to savor trying to outdo her.

 

Then he reached around to unfasten her bra and rip it away. He slid his hands up and down her thighs as she raked her nails over his chest and bit down hard on his neck, in pain. Growling Android 17 seized her chest in his teeth and lightly bit, making her cry out with mingled pleasure and pain. He climbed on top of her, as she reached up. He clawed his way out of the black T-shirt first, but Atomica wriggled her hips and reached up to clutch her hand on him. Slowly she rubbed the place that made him stop what he was doing. Through the fabric of the jeans, she teased him, driving him mad.

 

"I have you,” she said slowly.

 

"Maybe, but for how long?" he asked slowly, pinning her there under him as their eyes met, and there was some insanity between them. His hands were on her breasts, and they looked at one another for a long moment, breathing deeply and wondering what in hell had possessed them.

 

"Can you finish what you started?" she asked, breathless.

 

"Can you?" he asked smugly as she continued to rub. "You like to try playing with fire?"

 

"I would make sure you'd not be around to enjoy using this," she said, pulling her hand away and then replacing it.

 

"I get it," he said, panting as he grabbed her hands, and put them on his belt instead. She was pinned between his legs, her eyes filled with anger and defiance. Who was in control, him, or her?

 

"You want me to touch you," she asked. "Make you hard? It'll be better if I'm ready for you."

 

"You don't fuck a lot of guys do you? Women locked away in labs like you do don't get out much I'll wager. That'll make it all the better for me, Doc," he gasped. Grabbing her other hand he shoved it against his pants. She gave him a squeeze, and he nodded, his young face filled with intense hunger.

 

"You're already hard," she whispered.

 

She unfastened his belt and slid her hand inside, gripping him and rubbing along him. His hands moved over her chest as he backed up, and caught hold of her wrists, slowing her efforts. The other hand was pinned under her with his left, and his right reached down to rub her chest slowly and tease her. An urge to release himself grew steadier, and he knew that he wanted to quench it somewhere. The urge to kill her had been replaced with the urge to show her who was in control, and possess her as his own. However, he sensed that even if he did take her, she would not be broken. He HAD tasted fear of death at her hand. No matter of self-examination would erase that memory of his heart pounding. The fear of dying at the hands of an unknown creation of Dr. Gero for that split second.

 

Here she was, a middle-aged woman about to screw a superhuman android hoping that he would be satisfied enough to keep from killing her.

 

"Your lucky day doc. I need release and I'll get it now," 17 hissed, flipping her over and pinning her down. Polly willed herself to relax, seeing him shift his pants and undo his belt and zipper. Pushing his pants down around his hips, he clumsily held her wrist behind her head with his other hand. Polly raised her hips, working one hand free to grasp at his length.

 

“Let go of my hand and I'll help you. Unless you like it better for me to be the one in bondage,” she hoarsely suggested. "I'm not going anywhere. You're in control here, 17. Go ahead and take me."

 

"All right, but you keep THAT hand where it is and make good use of it. Remember, if you try anything stupid and I will kill you," 17 hissed. She nodded, biting her lip and knowing he would take what he wanted. He slid her skirt up, and ripped aside her stockings, working his hand between her legs. They drove one another insane until she stopped and pulled her hand away, denying him the release she could so easily give him.

 

"I don't suppose you have any protection."

 

"I'm not stupid, glad you aren't either," he muttered, pulling something out of his pants pocket. He shoved something into her hand.

 

"Put it on, Doc. You're used to wearing rubber gloves in the lab, right?" he asked as he stroked the side of her face almost tenderly, and moved off her. He pulled off her skirt as she tugged at his pants, and he stood up to remove them. Strangely, she did not move from where she was, but rolled over so her back was to him. He moved up behind her, his hand on the back of her neck as she felt him remove the last proprietors, and tease her with the hardness he ached to relieve.

 

They came together in a mad push for release, bodies burning from some mutual need. As he plunged into her sweet wetness, he gasped with relief, moving steadily as she yielded and then pushed. Reaching under her, he found her chest and rubbed it. Reaching back between her legs she rubbed and seized something soft in comparison, making him groan.

 

"You don't win that easily," she whispered as he stopped pushing, and lifted his hand off the back of her neck. He filled her tightly, and could tell she had not been this close to a man for a long time. It made it all the sweeter and he lost himself in the sensation of electricity that shot over him. Normally having sex was just an itch he scratched. However, this was far more comfortable in some weird way because she seemed to know exactly how to move with him.

 

"That was good, but I want more," he said as she turned over.

 

"I can tell," she asked as she caught his hardness in both hands and he pushed her down, moving her legs apart with his hips.

 

She nodded nervously, as he ripped it open with his teeth and held it down. It had been a while, but she managed to roll the sleeve over his member. 17 gasped and shifted forwards, standing on his knees and letting the Professor reach up and take his cock in her hand. With his hand that didn't hold her wrist above her head, he twisted it around and then put it on her stomach, then slipped his other under her hips that she raised willingly. Then with a snap of his hips, he shoved hard into her. Polly relaxed, wincing at the sensation of his length ramming into her.

 

"Shit you're tight," he gasped, blinking down at her. "I guess I was right about you woman scientists not getting much. All the better for me then."

 

"I told you," she gasped. Seventeen gasped, thrusting clumsily forwards. She tried her best to move with him, and then finally let him set the pace. His slender body moved with such force that it astounded her. A force defying explanation drove him further into her and she did not stop him as he began to move. Her hips rose to meet him, her eyes locked into his with that defiant stare, as she contracted on him, and he found his eyes closing with the strange thrill. He thrust deeply, gasping as he could not control his release, and she felt him grip her tightly to him as he exploded into the height of pleasure. She bit into his neck, screaming as she shuddered and let herself go and they were locked together, enemy, and scientist in the oddest of positions.

 

It didn't take him long to climax and howl into her shoulder as he shuddered. Although he had pushed her to her own ultimate release, he could have done horrible damage. Instead he seemed eager to sate his needs but not at the expense of her life. Breathless they looked at one another, not wanting to move from where they were because it felt damned good. Android 17 simply held himself off her of her body, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders, and she lay soaked with sweat.

 

"Damn," he whispered as he lifted himself up wearily and caressed her face. Lying atop her, he felt too tired to move. "Holy shit. Didn't expect you to be so firkin' tight…"

 

"You… enjoyed it," she murmured, relief flooding her as the boy lay in her arms. Fully clothed his body rested across hers, his weight pinning hers. All the anger, hatred, and fear seemed to have drained from their bodies, and they were not hunter and captive, but a man and a woman, both confused as hell. She rolled over and pulled the blankets down, and slid under them to suddenly hide her from him, and gave him the odd look as if she wondered what he would do next.

 

"What's your hypothesis, Doc? You think the experiment proved my point?" he muttered, lifting his head and looking down at her with those intense eyes.

 

"You must not want to kill me then," she said. "I can play with you some more if you want."

 

Pulling out of her, he dropped down and then disposed of the soiled protection. She saw him leaning over as he put himself back together and then spun around. Polly lay exhausted, looking up at the ceiling as she closed her eyes and thanked the gods for small mercies. So far she ached only a bit, but she guessed if he had the sex drive of a young man, she was in for much more. Suddenly she was grabbed up and thrown over 17's shoulder.

 

"You've got ten minutes to rest. Then we play, Doc," he said with a vicious grin. “And we take this someplace even more fun.”

 

"I know the drill, and I'm ready when you are," she said looking over at him, her body flushed with the afterglow of some wild and crazy romp.

 

***

Atomica felt someone softly kissing her back, and she mumbled. Another soft kiss later and she blinked in the morning light. Around her, the sheets were dark blue, and comfortable, and she half wondered where she was. Someone was in the bed next to her, and she knew who it was by the voice. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, and she heard the chirping of birds. Odd, she was still alive. Moreover, she was in bed with someone she would not have though in a million years. Why did he have to be so good, by the gods!

 

Countless hours seemed to have passed. Hours filled with squeezing and teasing her, as if she were something, he could not stop touching all over. He had soon learned that kissing was something he enjoyed as he sat up and ravaged her mouth with his own eager one. Rocking those hips and thrusting up until she shuddered and screamed. After that, he had again buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder and lay heavily on her. His arms splayed out on either side and he couldn't stop sleep from claiming his body. Pinned under the artificial human, Polly groaned wearily. She laid her head to the side and then had surrendered to sleep.

 

Now much later, she felt him move, and wrapped her arms around his slender body. He lifted his head and stared down at her with a questioning look in his eyes. She leaned up and covered his mouth in a kiss. Twisting his head to one side, he hungrily deepened it. His body ached for another round but he hated how sticky he felt.

 

"Don't leave, Doc. I'm not done with you," he said, his tenor voice slightly thick with what sounded like satisfaction as he reached over a brushed a lock of hair from her face.

 

For a time he watched the movement of her back and heard the sound of her breathing, unsure of what to do. He had never had anything like this happen to him before. Every instinct of his strange mind told him that she was leaving him the chance. The chance to finally rid himself of a potential thorn in his side. However, he had seen how ruthless she could be, and another strange idea seized him. What if he could persuade her to join him… use his own psychological warfare to make her see that all she tried to defend and protect was meaningless? That nobody would risk their lives coming after her, even though Android 17 guessed they were probably out looking for them now. She was stuck, and Android 17 smiled slowly, knowing that the worst place he could hurt his prey was to keep her apart from something she desired. Alive, but just out of reach.

 

"You don't want to admit it, do you?" Android 17 slowly asked as he caressed her shoulder.

 

"What are you talking about?" she asked, turning away.

 

"You actually liked jerking my chain, didn't you?" 17 asked his voice not full of ridicule, but full of something oddly like pity. "Face it Atomica, you almost did kill me there last night. I didn't let you… I wanted to see how far you would go. Because I saw something inside of you that was just trying to come out."

 

"And what does THIS have to do with what we just did? You got what you wanted, so why not focus on that? Why bring up last night," Atomica mumbled.

 

"Face it. You and I aren't so different, Doc," 17 persisted. "Once you cross over that line you like it. Seeing who lives and who dies?"

 

"You're still half asleep what do you mean?" she snarled, turning over.

 

“I'm not stupid, Doc. While you were still sleeping I pieced everything together,” 17 said. He reached over and grasped her neck with one hand.

"What are you doing… ouch!" yelped the professor, grabbing his wrist. Yet the android's slender fingers almost dug through her skin's outer layers.

“Amazing how I missed it till you were still long enough for me to find it. I wasn't sure because some of the older models don't have an ID chip in the same place. Fortunately you do,” whispered he, leaning closer to breathe in her ear.

“Are you admitting that you allowed me to overwhelm you?” shuddered the Professor, trembling from head to toe.

“Almost. Now I have you right where I want you, you will listen. Whatever you say or do doesn't change what you are,” 17 snickered.

“And what am I? Are you going to say that everything I've been doing till now is one big lie?” she half laughed, half blubbered.

“I don't know why you were spared what we went through, but it seems like whatever process scrambled your memories with this notion you're just a human being. Wake up, Professor. Use that scientific brain and clear through the haze,” urged 17.

"Damn it, all I can remember I was working on a few projects with Gero's team! I made the polymer that coats android skin, but I was NEVER in Gero's lab!" stammered the Professor.

“Really, android 12?” chuckled 17.

“WHAT did you call me?” barked she, pushing away from him. Still he kept a viselike hold.

“You heard me. That's who you REALLY are. Android 12. Your REAL name under it all. `Father' apparently had no imagination.”

“You've got to be kidding me,” the human denied vehemently, shaking her head as if to dislodge the truth.

“Come on! You honestly think you're human after what I did to you last night. An ordinary girl would be DEAD,” laughed 17.

“Spare me the gloating,” snapped she.

"Since you're a scientist, here's more proof, Android 12," 17 said, grabbing the Professor's hand and jerking it to the same spot on his neck. "You can read me the same way. It's diabolical that I missed it but it was deeper inside.”

"You're not going to bother to explain how, I trust,” the Professor complained. Then her eyes narrowed at the sensation of something prickling the fingertips of her right hand touching 18's skin. Information wrote itself inside her brain without reason, but suddenly she knew cold facts. Android 12. Created by Dr. Gero. Purpose prototype female in series. Power source Infinity batteries…"

A curtain dropped from the haze. Every muscle in her body went rigid, as she found herself staring into the cold ice blue eyes just a foot from her. Just how long they remained there to an outside observer was a mere minute. Yet an inner time sense popped into her brain, other strange revelations twisting through her convulsion and fear. An odd calm slammed down over the residuals of shock, and for the first time the Professor felt nothing but the immediate reality of where she was.

"I feel numb right now," she murmured, blinking at 17.

"Just because we're cyborgs doesn't mean we don't have emotions. Right now you're probably wrestling with the same fact we all did at one time," 17 whispered.

"You like what you are?"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is what you're capable of doing. As in nobody, living can dictate what you can and cannot do. Including how to amuse yourself," 17 answered, dropping his hand.

"We must have SOME purpose. Who or what…" the professor blinked. Her name seemed to have little meaning next to another identity thrusting it aside. A number and reality rose from the morass organizing itself into a framework. Shock filled her body, numbing all reactions save sad acceptance.

"You know what I'm talking about. It's sinking in, isn't it?"

"Android number six? I was an ANDROID that was rebuilt?" she blinked. "Upgraded to Android 12. Abilities include spontaneous polymer formation from latent particulate matter. Offensive capabilities including energy shield, and low-level blasts in addition to molecular reorganization. Offensive capabilities suppressed till contact with other units will trigger primary program."

At this string of words, she squeezed her eyes shut. The sentence ended abruptly, before a new one started in its place. "Primary program undefined. Purpose is unclear."

"I'm not a number, I'm a human being," she stammered helplessly.

"Are you just going to sit there in shock, or are you going to accept that's what you are? Choice is up to you. But I really think that you'd be better off here," said he.

“You're wrong, 17!” she snapped.

 

"That's what it looks like to me, lady. Don't tell me you never killed someone for the Red Ribbon army because it was part of your job? Even without any powers you've as good as done the same thing I did, by helping to create what I am now," he asked. There was no leering in his face, but a strange and brutal seriousness as he stroked her cheek. She slapped his hand away.

 

"You have NO right comparing yourself to me, you bastard!" she yelled at him, and suddenly her hands flashed out, gripping his neck. 17 didn't move to stop her as she began to squeeze.

 

"Go on, kill me," 17 taunted. "You know you want to!"

 

"You bastard, you murderer," Atomica growled at him, pinning him between her legs. She tore at his neck, squeezing hard as she shook him with rage.

 

"Go ahead and do it. I'm not stopping you," 17 said as he looked up at her, almost tenderly.

 

"No… because that would make me like you!" she said, and pulled away, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she slid away, sobbing. "Damn you, damn you to hell…"

 

"Hey, Doc, knock it off,” he said, reaching out and touching her as she sobbed in rage, tearing at the sheets, and screaming into the pillow. There would be bruises around his neck from the force of her hands, but he knew he had touched something. He was right.

 

"Leave me alone," she said as she turned over, anger on her face. "Or so help me…"

 

"I know," 17 said slowly, as he caught her hands, firmly but gently and Atomica pushed against him. "You see… I get you, and we're not different after all? "

 

"I'm NOTHING like you!" she snapped, and 17 twisted his hip out of the way as her knee shot up and hit his shin HARD. Better that then his other part, he thought through the pain.

 

"Give me a break why are you so uptight about it," he said slowly as she stared into his dark eyes and saw something moist there. Hot anger flooded her and she half wondered if she had gotten through to him. Was he playing yet another game? She was on the knife's edge of sanity when that realization brought her back.

 

"I can't accept it. Yes perhaps I AM cybernetic, but not created to be like you!" she said as she looked at him, and stopped fighting.

 

“I'm not stupid, Doc. I put all the pieces together. You're another `mistake' Gero made. And he wiped your mind to stop you from guessing,” 17 said.

 

“I… it can't be,” she sobbed.

 

"Don't you want to at least know why? Shh," he whispered, pulling her to him and she let his arms go around her as she sniffled a bit. Anger seized her and she grabbed his face in her hands.