Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chinks in Android Armor ❯ A new life ( Chapter 8 )

 

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! This is the next chapter in a character piece dealing with Android 17 and with 18.

 

Come Away With Me

 

By Trynia Merin

 

A character piece dealing with 17.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

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17 awakened at the crack of dawn. He gently untangled himself from his lover's grasp and replaced himself with a pillow. Blue eyes turned to the rising burnished gold pouring through the window of her bedroom. Smugly he turned towards her body tangled in the sheets. He had primed every secret spot on his lover banishing all bad memories for a time. Yet he knew he couldn't keep her here if he wanted his way with her.

 

"I hate being interrupted. We're going to have to find some other way to keep you around, Doc," he muttered. He strode towards the bathroom hoping the female would rise and join him if she heard the shower going.

 

As he turned on the water full blast he smugly smiled. She was damn good. The best. Someone who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to give. Any other human would be too terrified or too stupid for him to fuck. There had been the occasional human male or female, but she was someone he wanted around for a long time. Too bad she wasn't upgraded as well. Cell may be gone, but he wondered if those other creations were still out there or not.

 

Promptly the phone rang and 17, grabbing his silk boxers rushed to the annoying device. He peered at the caller ID, lip twitching as he saw a number that he recalled from 18's personal phone. That bald guy no doubt. 17 debated picking up the phone, and then grinned mischievously.

 

Hooking a slender hand around the receiver he picked it up and listened, "Hello! Polly? It's Krillin."

 

"Yeah, what do you want?" 17 answered in Polly's voice. Hearing the voice of the person on the other end he decided to play along.

 

"Is everything okay? I mean when Bulma called and told me what had gone down I was worried," Krillin said.

 

"No thanks to her," said 17. It was a favorite trick he often enjoyed, modulating his voice to whomever he wished.

 

"I know you're pissed but she's doing everything she can. It must have happened while you were gone."

 

"Why isn't SHE calling me?" asked 17 in his lover's voice. His sensitive hearing heard the rustle of sheets. Backing away with the phone held in his hand he picked up the bathrobe hanging by the bathroom door. It was made from black silk with his number stitched on the left breast. Traces of his midnight visits still existed in the apartment, reminding him of their history. She had given him the robe during one of their trysts in the mountains. That professor had class and style that few women his 'age' did.

 

"Well, um… I don't know. I just felt bad and she called me and told me because she figured she had to tell someone else. And since you and I have a few… things in common. Look I don't now. It's none of my business I know."

 

"You're damn right, cue ball. It's NONE of your business and Bulma should know better! How dare she blab MY personal business to someone who isn't allowed?" 17 shouted.

 

"Look, I'm sorry okay! I know it was wrong but I felt bad. I just… look the thought of someone coming and taking your kid away just burns me up. I wish there was something I could do!"

 

"Just butt out. You've done enough. I need time alone to chill. I'm sick of people messing up MY life when all I want is to mind my own business and ENJOY things now that I'm alive!" said 17, totally pissed at the gall of these humans to take such liberties with his lover. Holding the phone between his cheek and left shoulder he wrapped the ends of his robe around him and tugged the tie shut.

 

"I'm sorry… you've every right to be mad. I guess I'll just call back when you're feeling better. I'm here if you need to talk," Krillin mumbled. There came a sound of wrangling and then someone else grabbed the phone.

 

"Hello, this is 18. Professor you'd better calm down! He's only trying to help!"

 

"That's exactly what you'd say, sis," 17 snorted in his own voice. There was no point trying to pretend in front of his twin. Suddenly the game was no longer fun for it had turned serious way too quickly.

 

"What the HELL are you doing there?" 18 suddenly exclaimed. "Wait a minute; I just answered my own question. You stupid bastard!"

 

"Hey, I'm actually DOING something about it. Not butting in where I'm not welcome or invited," 17 responded.

 

"You've got a lot of nerve taking that tone with me, you goon. How long did you stay outside her window before you had the guts to see her face to face?" 18 asked.

 

"Keep your own house in order, sis. That's all I have to say. You can tell your little friend to leave the Doc alone. She's got someone else looking out for her now," 17 said.

 

"Whatever you say. But don't do anything stupid… or too illegal, okay? She's a good person. Far better then you deserve," 18 cautioned.

 

"Oh listen to you, miss high and mighty. Just because you're fucking a human too you think you're a relationship expert? Give me a fucking break," 17 laughed.

 

"Screw you," 18 said.

 

"Love you too, sis," 17 snickered. "Go get that cue ball laid and tell him to butt out of my business, okay?"

 

"When you stop answering her phone," said 18.

 

"Whatever. I've got things to see and people to do," said 17.

 

"17… wait."

 

"Now what?" 17 snorted, tempted to hang up on his sister.

 

"Take care of her. And take care of yourself, okay?" she said.

 

"Yeah whatever. Bye," 17 answered. He hung up the phone with a click and debated smashing it into the wall.

 

Hearing the mumbling sounds of someone yawning he decided otherwise. Instead he entered the kitchen and reached into the fridge to pull out the gallon of milk and box of donuts he had stashed there the day before when she wasn't looking. He started the coffeemaker and found her favorite mug and dishes to put the procured breakfast on.

 

"I should be shooting myself. But those lameoids have fucked up enough. She's in my hands now," 17 told himself. Thinking of her as a possession made this whole deal more palatable. After all she was a good fuck, and he was entitled to all that life had to offer now that fate had given him a second chance.

 

17 debated arranging the donuts on a plate or simply taking them to his lover. Something told him to dig through her cabinets and get a platter down. Once he arranged a selection there he grabbed two mugs that he inverted. Nearby the mugs he saw a 'carafe' he could pour the finished coffee inside and carry it on the broad tray.

 

Through the bedroom door he walked balancing the tray perfectly on one hand while carrying a wrapped bouquet of flowers in his other. Careful observation of hours of television solidly engrained the rules of the morning after into his mind. While at first such things had not mattered something urged him to pamper his lover to a great degree. This was so he could expunge the details of her traumatic forty eight hours.

 

Already Dr. Polly Atomica sat up amongst the folded terrain of sheets and blankets blinking in the morning sunlight. Eyes without the aid of thick glasses focused on him standing there in his black silk robe that fit him so well. "Well well, you're still here," she said with a smile born of half amusement half relief.

 

"You think I'm going to up and leave after all the catching up we've gotta do? Doc, you're going to be punished for such thoughts," 17 scolded.

 

She smiled through the tears and held her hand out to him to indicate she wanted him to stay. At least that's what 17 interpreted it to be. Despite all his bluster and arrogance he was quite new to this whole game of long term sex partners. All the X rated films in the world did little to prepare him for more than the bare mechanics of the action. Faces of the women and men he had taken out of necessity in the past fluttered through his mind to disappear behind the veil of forgetfulness. His entire life before waking up in that blasted coffin eluded him except for a few memories that pixilated during the act itself. Only when he screwed did he recall memories before of sheets and car backseats. 18 had kidnapped likely toys before but none like this.

 

Polly welcomed her android lover's intrusion with a sweet smile. She hoped it wouldn't scare him off because he had been merely interested in sex like many men his apparent age. 17 presented the tray of donuts, setting it down at the foot of the bed. He poured two mugs full of the fresh brew, saying nothing but holding up one chocolate donut to his lips. Lightly he drew his tongue along its surface and gave her a knowing smirk. The distraction erased any sorrow of the day before, and she thanked God for it.

 

Holding it out to her he let her take a bite, and snickered at her tongue licking the icing from his long fingers. For a time he fed her the rest of the donut, climbing into her lap as he did so. It amused him and her mutually that he was light enough to sit on her lap and strong enough to smash her to smithereens. She ended up lying down with her head and shoulders propped up and 17 straddling her hips so he could feed her bits of donut.

 

"So, Doc, what's your game plan?" he asked, sharing his coffee with her.

 

"You mean what I'm planning to do next? Sue the bastard of course," she said.

 

"Are you going to piss and moan here or live it a little?" he asked.

 

"Pardon?" she asked.

 

"C'mon you and I just got 'wished back' and all you think of doing is moping here. Your kid's in the custody of your ex, and I can see why you're pissed, but it'll take time for the law to wrangle things. So you might as well say screw it and be selfish for a change," 17 said smoothly.

 

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

 

"No, but you are. When's the last time you did something for you, huh? A little selfishness does wonders. I mean what the hell has Capsule done for you lately and you bust your ass for them?" 17 pointed out.

 

"You sound like you've got a plan, young one," Polly confusedly blinked up at him.

 

"Blow this pop stand for a while. You've got a cell phone and that laptop I gave you right? Come away with me and forget this place. It's not like they're doing you any favors other than that mental health sick leave. And believe me that's jack shit compared to what you could have," he sniffed.

 

"All right, 17, spill it. What's going on in that head of yours?"

 

"You're a scientist, right? Go into business for yourself. Make THEM beg YOU for your work. Have them at your mercy," said he.

 

"Selling my technology to the highest bidder?" she asked.

 

'You got it," he said. He gave a small smile and nibbled at her ear. "Help yourself. And help me help you, as that movie says."

 

"Anything illegal?" she lifted a brow.

 

"I put up the capital, you provide the product," he said. Selecting a jelly donut he bit into it and then let some of the filling drop onto her bare chest. She yelped as he leaned down to lick it off her breasts. Softly she moaned at the action of his tongue lapping like a cat.

 

Her mouth dropped open wide at the realization. "Oh man… you mean…"

 

"We go into business. You can buy all the lawyers you need to strike back. If I know the screwed up legal system and since you don't want to do anything ILLEGAL, beat 'em at their own game. And if not, I'll twist you arm to try something else," 17 snickered.

 

"It's not going to look too good to Bulma if I up and leave," she said.

 

"Resign then. Tell 'em you're sick of it. I know they own the rights to a lot of your stuff, but you can always invent something else. And even if you don't, I've got enough money for you and me to be pretty comfortable," he said.

 

"This isn't a game, 17,” said Polly Atomica harshly. 17 rolled his eyes at her `schoolteacher' tone.

 

"It is. But it's for keeps," 17 said. "I didn't come back to life to piss it away waiting for what I want."

 

"You're nuts," she muttered. Dr. Atomica glared up at the cybernetic youth with disapproval.

 

"Take it or leave it. I'm not going to waste time, and neither should you. Like you told me you choose your own fate," he said.

 

"17," she asked, reaching up to caress his bare chest. "There's another reason you're pushing me to run away isn't there?"

 

"What makes you say that, Doc?" he asked, grabbing another donut.

 

"You can't bullshit me either. You might be far stronger then I but I'm smarter," she said with a laugh.

 

"Give me a break! You're a genius but you're really bringing me down," he snorted as he swung off her hips. He sat on the side of the bed facing the window.

 

She reached for his silk robed shoulder and said patronizingly, "17, as much as you'd like me to believe otherwise that you have turned over a new leaf…"

 

"Don't insult me, Doc. I'm doing this for selfish reasons. You're a good screw and a good lover, and I want you all to myself," 17 said quietly.

 

"Maybe so," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "But you're scared of something."

 

"What are you saying?" he grumbled, glaring at her.

 

"There's something else out there. You could come see me any time you wanted a 'booty call', but you've never wanted to drag me off unless you were concerned I'd be in danger," said she. "You got me because of Cell, and now there's something else."

 

"That's what you think. Maybe I want you with me because we make a good team? Maybe I want to cross a line and try and see what my sister thinks is such a good deal," 17 asked.

 

"I'd like to believe that, but I know better," she said.

 

"You think because you're a scientific big brain you have all the answers lady? You're wrong on this one," 17 said angrily, pulling out of her arms. "I want you all to myself, dammit. I can't THINK without seeing your face… without… wanting to… dammit!"

 

"17," she said softly, as he pushed himself off the bed and stalked away. He punched into the wall, creating a huge hole. Even then she knew he was holding back. Then he pressed his hands flat against the glass of her large bedroom window and leaned his forehead against it to stare at the city.

 

"I didn't have to come back here Doc. I didn't have to spend half my damn nights watching you ever moment because I was tortured by you. Wanting you, but knowing if I showed my face your stupid Z fighter friends would freak and you'd be gone for good. And even though I could take you by force it wouldn't be the same," 17 said with his back turned to her. "What the HELL have you done to me, Doc? I want to know!"

 

"Nothing, except care about you, 17," she answered, shaking off the covers and striding over to lean against his silk covered back. Passing an arm under his she slid it across his chest and pushed her chin into his shoulder. Her other hand wrapped his waist from behind. He hissed with surprise to feel her untying his robe and then sliding that hand into his boxers to rub him to hardness.

 

"I know dammit. But sex is one thing, but now we've got a… a THING," 17 said. "Just like my sister and her stupid bald headed martial arts freak."

 

"I could apologize but I won't. You came to me when I needed it most. And that shows you want me. And if you want, I'll come away with you, 17," she whispered into his ear. "For whatever reason you make up it doesn't matter. But I want my daughter back."

"You think your ex is going to let you have her. It was clear as crystal from the start he wanted you only cause of the girl," said 17.

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"For a genius you can be pretty stupid when it comes to the real world. No wonder you need someone to keep your head out of the clouds," he said. "You need someone to keep an eye on you."

 

"Excuse me, just spit it out!"

 

"Doc, that 'new daddy' crap she went on about. A kid only says that when their one parent's trying to cut the other out of the deal. They've got some big ass idea about trying to make a 'new family' and shit like that for a kid and that means they're getting back to their ex. Best revenge for someone burned is to burn back," 17 admitted.

 

"Unfortunately you may be right. And that's why you failed to mention taking her with me. Because you know I wouldn't come unless I could have Curie too," she said.

 

"That's why you got to be selfish. Don't let the bastard see you're having a good life if he tries screwing with your kid. Best revenge is living it up. Cell screwed with my life just like my so called 'father' did. And I want to be my own boss. But that doesn't mean I have to go it alone. I want you with me."

 

"Very twisted but true, 17," she laughed. "But what about my daughter Curie?"

 

"Get the best damn lawyers you can have. Show them you've got a lifestyle that would spoil a kid rotten. What's HE got to offer? A white picket fence, two kids and a lame dog and an airhead blonde wife?" 17 snorted.

 

"And I have anything better? A house, no job, piles of money and a live in assassin boyfriend?" she asked. "I know that's low, but you've taught me how to call it like it is."

 

"Not if you play your cards right. Sell it to them the right way. Or else I'll go in and grab the kid, and the three of us can book. Make new identities and new lives and say screw it to this one," said he.