Android 18

Based on the 18 in the Future Trunks timeline Open to All

[razorsharpthorn]

“So, you aren't human. You are an android? Wow, that is pretty cool. So, look human, but underneath you are machine...sweet."

No one had ever received a more wicked side eye. Who was this creep? And who the hell did they think they were, approaching Queen Bee with that drivel?

“That’s not quite how it works. Not that it’s any of your damn business.” Really. What the hell did they think she was? A monkey, put there to perform at their whim? Dance monkey dance!!

“Real cool. Having your insides ripped out. Sitting while an old man lays his hands on you mutilating you for his own benefit.” Not that he got to enjoy that benefit. That was their justice.

“So what cat dragged you in?”

[razorsharpthorn]

“So...you’re an android..?” The brown haired Saiyan would ask as she observed the blonde android. “You look so human...”

“Seriously?”

She looked with a sneer, her head held just enough for her chin to be angled upward. As it should when speaking with an inferior being.

“This is why so many can’t stand your kind. Why the hell would you approach someone and speak like they’re a kind of merchandise to be carefully analyzed?” What was next? Poking her to ensure all her ‘mechanical’ limbs were sound and in place?

“I’m not an android. I’m a cyborg.” She hated playing semantics but in that case it was almost necessary.

“The only reason I’m called android is because dumb ass Goku got the ball rolling. And it didn’t stop.” It was like…

No one one earth knew how to arrive at their own conclusions. Once a thought stuck in their minds, it was near impossible to jar loose.

[razorsharpthorn]

“Put all that work into vengeance and you just might end up with your head separated from your neck.” Which was definitely not the way to go. Especially after creating a new literal army of robo people, only to fail to see it all come to fruition. If Gero would have waited a couple more years, his adversary would have died any way. He could have danced on his grave and then continued on with the business he left off. Not that he could have known it would come to that.

That’s what that sort of thing did to people though. Not one case had ever worked out the way they planned. It was no different for the girl in front of him.

“You sought to be a villain and yet, you’ve already indirectly become one. Look at that. You squashed someone.” Indeed, where she landed was the rubble of something left behind. It looked like a cart or something. So innocent who had just been wandering by, killed because they were caught in the middle of a lesson.

“I mean, it’s not that hard to instill fear in the heart of the insects.” But that wasn’t what she truly wanted.

“It’s a rotation you probably don’t want to have anything to do with. Even if you don’t know it at this moment.” Was it really worth getting so worked up about fighting?

“Lesson number two---!” He shouted, just as 18 flew in from the south, kicking the girl to the curb. Where she presumably belonged.

“.... keep an eye on your surroundings. Geez, you really are green at this, aren’t you?”

[razorsharpthorn]

“You want me to go into the nitty gritty details? Really?” Was she supposed to strut her stuff around the arena of their choosing, arms held steady behind her back, one feet shuffling smoothly in front of the other? With eyes poised up toward the sky, as though nothing, not even the wide cosmos up above, could possibly restrain the immensity of the thoughts circulating in her mind. Because, all that talk of alternative universes was enough to make the head spin off twiggy little necks. The old guy was having a hard time with just the concept

“Don’t ask me to explain with all the mathematical equations necessary of proving it or something. I have no idea any of that stuff. So you’ll just have to take my word for it.” She shrugged. Ohhh what an irritating way to respond to the question. But really, it was also the most reasonable. She wasn’t going to get into it too deeply. Damn.

He was acting high and mighty enough as it was. She didn’t want to get into terrain that he actually might know some stuff about and be corrected or something. Like she gave a damn about being too terribly accurate in her summation. Not that it mattered! It was what it was. Whether she told the story accurately or not.

“Wow, you must get that a lot.” She smiled. “So, is it true? Are you related to Gero?” God, he needed a focus or something. Steam was going to start rolling out of his ears.

“I mean... he’s right over there.” She gestured to the sight of a small fire. Or maybe it was a large fire for them to be able to see the rolling smoke even where they stood. “I’m not a dog. I’m not going to fetch him for you. But you can follow, if you dare.” She winked.

[razorsharpthorn]

Future Gohan Past (AU FT Timeline)

[razorsharpthorn]

“Maybe you’re missing the big picture here.” 18 leaned to pick another of the larger stones. What may have once been the side of a grand structure, now rendered dust like any of the others. It just went to show money wasn’t everything. All returned to nature eventually, didn’t it? Her and her brother, well, they were just there to make sure it happened much quicker than may otherwise be. 

“Here I am. What will you do about it?” It didn’t matter how many turned curious eyes in her direction, she worked without waver. One chunk and then the next. Others tried to keep up with both her and Gohan, but it wasn’t a thing possible. Eventually they could only shuffle aside, watching in awestruck silence as the two worked a field that many would have been assigned to complete... over a weeks time period. Or longer!!

“A warrior of justice and yet you leave me to do silly mundane work. Never can tell when I’ll get bored, right. Maybe I’ll take this stone and use it to crush those imbeciles over there.”

[razorsharpthorn]

“What do I look like? Mrs. Potts? I’m not here to tell you stories.” 17 quipped, flipping through the book in his hand. Even though he brought it up. But hey, it wasn’t his fault the guy wasn’t learned. It wasn’t that much of a tragedy though. He fit right in with the rest of the monkey men. So... he didn’t have that much catching up to do. “The Burnt man was really a good tale, though. For those like you.” Dumb asses. To put it lightly.

“Yeah. Definitely nothing like that in this collection. These are just stupid cookbooks and weird mystery novels.” At least, what 18 could discern at a glance. Not that she was really flipping through the collection.

“You could have been a bird or something in a previous life.” The book in 17′s hand snapped shut with a pop, held between his legs. He leaned forward to look at the guy standing like he always did. Like he was part of the furniture or something. “As much as you shrug your shoulders. It’s like your body remembers something it’s supposed to do, but it just can’t with the way you’re equipped. Most people just blink their eyes when they don’t have anything to say. But... you know...” He didn’t have eyes. Well. No functional eyes any way. Maybe he could blink them superficially.

“So what do you plan to do now?” 18 had her own book propped on her lap, held at a point in the middle to keep it steady from flopping down upon the floor. But it was really just to have something to hold rather than something to do.

[razorsharpthorn]

“Interesting. So it could be said that you have the capacity of being reckless too.” She was squirreling away such details for later use, of course. If her very life was on the line at the completion of a weeks time, she would take every advantage afforded her. The indestructible assassin had some manner of blind spot to him. Now it was up to her to ensure fate teetered in her favor, opening the way for her to finding it. It was all the better if the information was gifted to her without her having to make a direct inquiry about it.

“Not bored, but lured off your trail by one pretty face come sashaying at the center of your path of flight. Interesting.” Said a lot about what the universe truly had to offer. “Maybe your interactions just haven’t been truly fruitful. Well. Let it be said that a street girl from earth can show you the ropes.” No matter the unfamiliar features of him or the unseen places in the wide cosmos, there was something orderly about it all. Something that could be predicted in some way. 

Aliens still ate, didn’t they?

They still breathed in some way.

They still needed one thing while rejecting another.

It was all a matter of figuring out what was what.

She was not so stupid as to think she could fathom out the puzzle of everything presented to her, but give her time and she would crack any code. It was the code of survival, after all.

“You sound like you’re about to break out into song. Don’t you dare.” She did smile though. “We’ll see what my brother has to say about that. Don’t worry though, he’s not involved in all my... activities. I’m not into that.” She stuck out her tongue, almost startling

Almost

with the slap to the hand. A nice little reward for her services like any nice whore.

“What even is this? You know the currency here is zeni. You couldn’t buy a finer tart with this. Good thing I’m not picky.” She cursed the gesture even as she pocketed the cash. 

[saiyajinangels-blog]

@razorsharpthorn

“Um Miss 18? What is the difference between a Cyborg and Android? I’m just wondering because it always seems to upset you.” 

[razorsharpthorn]

“I don’t get angry about it.” She said, anger filtering through her tone. It could be called irony, but she would ignore that idea.

“Why should I get clumped in together with mindless beings, eh? Androids are one thing, cyborgs something else entirely. They’re made of organic bits. Something still human or otherwise tucked deep on the inside. That makes them more dangerous.” In her most humble of opinions of course. But really, androids were at the mercy of their creator.

“Cyborgs, now cyborgs can think for themselves. They have all the flaws and quirks of organic beings but all the power of the androids. So you see? If you could choose, which would you be?”

[razorsharpthorn]

“Yup. Denial.” 17 nodded, submitting in his mind that eventually the monkey man was going to tear apart at the seams. No one in the entirety of the universe could remain stagnant for very long. Eventually, those pent up emotions bubbled over. The funny part was, saiyans were supposedly known for that kind of outburst. In spite of claiming otherwise, they were absurdly emotional beings. Which, to him personally, was absolutely hilarious. 

“Sure, we can sleep. But it would be just playing a part. Like you’re doing.” 18 tilted her head to the side. “Playing the part of a human, just as you had been doing this whole time. What irony.” It would seem the mans life was encompassed by ironies that he couldn’t even fathom at that moment. Not without the forty wink prospect he stubbornly clung to.

It would be hilarious to draw dicks on his face while he slept. Wouldn’t that be just the fucking bees knees and stuff. The twins used to do immature shit like that when they were but young criminals in the making. Before the prospect of ruling the world became a prime opportunity. They should crown themselves rulers. Who would stop them? Be kind of funny to walk the street and have the general populace bow down in reverence. Or be blown to smithereens. 

Instead, they sat around reading.

That was a hell of a thing for murderous androids to do, wasn’t it? Who said they couldn’t read? Who asked? No one.

“Hey.” 17 flipped the page of an old book, dusty, sort of shitty. Probably because the guy was blind and couldn’t actually read anything they found stashed away in his belongings. Or his moms belongings. Maybe she stole it from the library or something. “Did you ever hear the story of the burnt man?”

[razorsharpthorn]

Future Gohan Past (AU FT Timeline)

[razorsharpthorn]

Sometimes people thrust themselves in physical work if only to take their minds off the tragedy of their daily lives. It worked, for a while. But it wouldn’t for long. Most especially if the twins decided they had enough of stagnation, striking again somewhere else. Scenes like that one were prevalent all over the city. Their work seemed never ending.

“Aren’t you?” They all had a role to play, didn’t they? Whether it was hero or villain or the innocents trapped between. There were many places in need of being filled. More places than people those days, thanks to the twins.

“Does it help you sleep at night to lend a hand where otherwise you failed?” Couldn’t stop the destruction, might as well help clean up.

“I couldn’t even fathom what you mean. Was I not asked to lend a hand?” She picked up rubble, throwing it into its appropriate pile. That garnered some looks. After all, she looked like a measly human female, didn’t she? No one expected a girl to be able to handle her own.

[razorsharpthorn]

“So...you’re an android..?” The brown haired Saiyan would ask as she observed the blonde android. “You look so human...”

“Seriously?”

She looked with a sneer, her head held just enough for her chin to be angled upward. As it should when speaking with an inferior being.

“This is why so many can’t stand your kind. Why the hell would you approach someone and speak like they’re a kind of merchandise to be carefully analyzed?” What was next? Poking her to ensure all her ‘mechanical’ limbs were sound and in place?

“I’m not an android. I’m a cyborg.” She hated playing semantics but in that case it was almost necessary.

“The only reason I’m called android is because dumb ass Goku got the ball rolling. And it didn’t stop.” It was like…

No one one earth knew how to arrive at their own conclusions. Once a thought stuck in their minds, it was near impossible to jar loose.

[razorsharpthorn]

“You know, that’s the answer reciprocated every time that kind of subject is brought up. But you know what, you have to admit, that’s an annoying trait.” If the person being addressed refused to give anything in return in a conversation, they didn’t really have the right to get upset when a ‘trigger’ word was activated. Hey, this girl was apparently going to be hanging around them for some notable period.

“Vengeance is a hell of a great motivator.” He didn’t say it was a good one. Indeed, it wasn’t really. Look where it got Gero. And he could say, even without knowing any of the statistical facts behind it, that most everyone who sought to clench it found themselves met with some unfortunate end.

“It makes you blind.” 17 changed course, positioning himself closer to where their little student hovered. And he blasted her with a kick against the back, the force of it aiming to plummet her swiftly to the waiting earth below.

“First lesson!” He called. “Expect the unexpected.” Which was a hell of a thing to consider.

How did one expect the unexpected if they didn’t expect it? Enough to make the head spin, wasn’t it? That’s the sort of folly the need for vengeance did for someone. When they finally felt like they had clenched something that would help pull them closer and closer to achieving that impossible goal, it was snatched away in an instant. Because they didn’t see the danger before it came.

[razorsharpthorn]

“Oh. Well. You haven’t really lived then. Good thing I’m here to rectify that.” Who the hell wouldn’t want their darling nurse to have such a perfect face as hers~ Really, it was a travesty to be provided anything less! It should be the ultimate prerequisite for filling out an application for the profession.

On the other hand, there weren’t many out there dumb enough to give her the tools necessary of patching them up. Never knew when she would take her amusement in an entirely different direction.

She was a reckless kind of a girl.

Probably why she hung so close to someone who could snuff her out as simply as backhanding her. Seemingly without even moving a limb!

Maybe that’s why she hung so close to him. Who didn’t like a little danger with their breakfast in the morning?

Whatever ailment she suffered, it would heal eventually. She wasn’t too concerned about it regardless. There was always something appealing about a bruised face and bloody limbs, wasn’t there? Or maybe that was just the monster in her.

“So the almighty warrior of the cosmos can feel pain? That’s good to know.” Or at least, feel pain when he was sitting alone, outside the arena where dreaded wandering eyes could witness that crack in his shell. It was rather funny to her that simple disinfectant could bring such a reaction out of him. Funny because it sucked for everyone in existence apparently.

Hey, there was certainly a difference between pain sought in battle and pain that resulted after the fact. Adrenaline helped a lot of that.

She shrugged off her shirt, leaning to give him the most available space she could manage where she huddled. “Any modesty I once had died when an old geezer decided to mutilate me.” There just didn’t seem to be any boundaries left after that sort of event.

“You talk like there’s something out there worth seeing.”

[razorsharpthorn]

“It’s interesting if you have some sort of, I don’t know, a love for the galactic military style.” Which she didn’t, of course. The style she embraced wasn’t of a particularly outrageous make. She liked the more conventional variety stuff. Even without boundaries to hold her back. The saiyan military style wasn’t exactly..... her thing. But whatever, it was better than the tattered remnants that were. Or mom clothes, goddamn.

“Guess dear ol mom wasn’t a saint after all.” 17 was just going to assume A: she cut off the guys tail to hide what he was, or B: she knew about the event that resulted in his tail being cut off and decided again to pretend he wasn’t what he was. That was all kinds of fucked up if he had any say in it. And he did. Because who was going to tell him differently?

“Your life just got turned upside down and you’re going to take a nap? Man, that’s like.... beyond just playing at denial.”  That was levels beyond it. Not that he would know how to put it. The guy was just super weird. And that was interesting to keep them around for a little bit longer at least. Until it lost its luster, whenever that may be.

The twins looked at each other, 18 with a quirked brow that asked him all the question he needed, and 17 with a smile that answered. 

“All right, whatever. You do that.” 18 finally responded, walking off to stand at the side of her brother.

It would do to stick around. Learn more about the dreaded empty headed saiyan race. Whatever the universe thought about the saiyan’s, they were likely right. They were seeing it all play out right in front of their eyes.

“Get some rest. Because when you get up? We’re all going to go out and cause some hell.”

[razorsharpthorn]

Future Gohan Past (AU FT Timeline)

[razorsharpthorn]

“Oh.” The man reached to scratch at the back of his head. With so much work yet before them, it was easy to lose track of the more common things in life. Those respectful considerations he probably would have thought twice about should circumstances have been different.”Well met.” He nodded, accepting the advice as true. Even if those passing picked up one little piece and transferred it to the appropriate piles about, that was good enough for him. For all. It was all helping. One didn’t have to be as glorious as the others breaking their backs to make a difference. Though that certainly did help!!

“No no no!” He shouted to another group of people, snapping back to the business at hand. “The angle at which the lot of you are holding that stone guarantees failure, and at the very least, ONE BROKEN BONE! You need to learn to use the gifts that were born to you! Push your legs to their limits, forcing the muscles to take the pressure off your back! Work hard and one day you can be just like that guy there!!” He flung out his arm, gesturing to Gohan.

“Should have expected you here.” 18 walked, lifting up a particularly large stone. She tossed it into the pile where the others awaited disposal, nearly missing a scattering of people ambling too close for comfort. Said people got yelled at by the apparent leader, bopped against the backs of the head for their careless activity. 

“You just can’t resist, can you?” She winked. “Playing the part of good samaritan.” It was like... written in his blood or something.

[razorsharpthorn]

Future Gohan Past (AU FT Timeline)

In this alternate future, Gohan’s and Trunks’ first battle against the twin android terrors resulted in Trunks being killed instead of Gohan losing his arm. Now the last Z Warrior standing, Gohan told Bulma of her son’s death before leaving in solitude.

“Those androids will pay, I will avenge my friends and family… one day when I’m sure I’ll be strong enough to take them both down!” Future Gohan vowed to himself, flying into the mountains to continue his training.

-------

The world was forever changed.

Fear lurked around every solitary corner. Never knew when death would come hailing.

People had to find their happiness in unconventional ways, even as they sought to rebuild what had been broken. The androids still lingered too close for comfort, but that didn’t mean the world stopped turning. There was still something of a life they had to live. Somehow.

“Enough fooling around!” A booming voice cut through the normal din of the city, reaching those gathered around.

“Move the debris! One huge chunk after another until the area is clear!” The thing about war aside from innocents being caught in the middle, was the mess of the clean up process. It was a necessary evil if they wished to embrace normalcy again.

Who didn’t want that?

The man standing in charge over the work scene didn’t look to be equipped to help the others with their tasks, but it did take someone special to be able to keep order in that disaster. What would be able to get done if everyone was simply running around without direction?

“We have a long road ahead of us, but we must stand strong and get the job done!”

There was something of a unified groan from those on the receiving end of the order, no one particularly pleased with the mere prospect of the work ahead.

Who would be really?

.... yes, it was a necessary evil, but it was also not the most desirable task.

Places like that always suffered under the strain of battle. It was those moments, moments spent cleaning up the mess made after the fact, that would not be written in the history books. No one wanted to know about the dirty work. They only wanted to hear of the glory.

“HALT right where you are!” The man in charge flung out an arm, gesturing to the young lady sitting casually at the side of the work field. She sipped on a drink, legs folded, clothing impeccable for such a ratty looking place. “Get down here and lend a hand!” He shouted, eyes near bugging out of his head. They would not be prejudice when it came to help. Anyone caught in the vicinity would lend a hand.

“Who?” The girl asked, pointing innocently to her own chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you! Get your ass down here now!”

Some people could walk straight past a celebrity and not know it. It was one thing to see on the news what they feared most. It was entirely another to experience it first hand.

“Well. That sounds serious. I better get my ass in gear then.” She smiled, slipping down onto the ground level. What irony. There she was, the reasoning behind the destruction in the first place, now... cleaning up??? Oh well. Had to find entertainment somewhere.

[razorsharpthorn]

“Look at you, getting me to mention something of my past.” However vague that something was. It was still more than she was willing to relay to others. Any others. Even her brother to some extent. The two of them, they never talked about the before. “Guess it just pisses me off when people assume my role began when my past self was slaughtered in such a grotesque way. Wouldn’t have much in the way of power without the before, right.” Androids simply weren’t as interesting.

“I’m sure he would appreciate the chance to counter your power.” Most especially if she lost and would have to stand in judgement of the fate she promised upon defeat. Her pride simply wouldn’t allow her to renege now, even with the prospect of her dopey younger brother set off alone in such a cruel world.

“However, no matter what he says, you aren’t allowed to kill him. He’s going to posture and puff up his chest like boys do. Ignore him.” She turned to side eye him closely, not waiting for a real response. Instead, she flipped her hair back over her shoulder and focused on the steps necessary to carry her to their destination.

She wouldn’t wait for confirmation either way. Her brother deserved a chance to pave his own way. It wasn’t fair for his fate to be sealed because she’d met a random man out and about and decided to play rough.

“As for your offer...” She smiled. “You know, regardless of how I play it, I do actually like to play the part of the human girl on occasion. So yes, I will accept these terms.” Even if he didn’t mean them seriously, too bad, he was now sealed into it.

“Give it here, you brute.” She swiped the first aid materials from his hands, gesturing for him to take the place she had occupied at the edge of the bed. She sat up on her knees behind him. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had to stitch someone up.” She was quite practiced at it. 

“You know...” The tips of her fingers danced delicately along the surface of his flesh, around that swollen area surrounding the gash. The very sort that would be naturally sensitive because of its injured state. “I don’t really know how your body works in comparison to my own, but it’s customary to sanitize this area before you close it up, you animal.” She teased. “Don’t you have any disinfectant?” She would use that before she shut it closed.

[razorsharpthorn]

“People are weird.” 17 stood up, dusting off his own garments - ripped in places but not as ruined as his sisters had been. He didn’t give two licks about the way he initially appeared any way, not as much as she did. The observation was one that didn’t really need spoken. It was one of those things he did regardless, because that was just the sort of energy that one should toss out into the cosmos.

People were weird.

Human. Monkey. Namek. Namekian? Namekaen? What the fuck ever. Didn’t matter. They were all weird. Just weird.

“This guy is definitely weird.” 18 could easily agree with that. How did one just have a revelation few ever suffered in their life and just... go about his business like nothing sucked and everything was exactly how it should be. Only with extra holes in it. In himself and his house, ironically enough. Hah. “Oh joy.” She sneered, holding the ‘outfit.’ Heavy duty style and all that. Apparently, that was exactly what she was going to need to be able to withstand the utter disgust of the world at large. Couldn’t a girl just look good and kill without having her very expensive, very stylish outfits ruined? Was that too much to ask? Apparently.

Still...

She shrugged, removing the ruined pieces in favor of armor. .... double joy.

“Nah, I’m good for now.” 17 grinned, making his way back into the house. “But you can thank me later.”

“Sort of sad, though.” 18 stood rigidly, not exactly loving the way the armor looked on her. She turned this way and that, examining herself in whatever reflective surface was available. Not the best area for getting a good look. Maybe it would grow on her later, who knew. It definitely won for both convenience and endurance. “I mean, you’re still handicapped. Can’t use that power to its full extent. I think the eyes are important or something.”

[doctormyuu]

         “‘Alternative universe’? What are you talking about?” This wasn’t the first time he’d come across the term but in the moment he refused to believe that such a system could be possible. It was too convenient, without a doubt being presented as a way to evade responsibility. He would need concrete evidence to support such a concept.

          He tensed up at the sound of her voice; again with this looking familiar nonsense. Was she trying to bring up Dr. Gero? 

            “You dare to make light of his death!? You vile cretin!” This creature was undoubtedly the one who’d contributed to Seventeen’s demise; her apathy towards the subject was revolting. What’s more, it seemed to be some sort of joke to her. “You know very well that you did it of your own accord, you didn’t need any encouragement from me. Alongside Goku, no less!”

              “You honestly think I’ll believe that there’s some other version of Seventeen wandering around out here? What about the one you slaughtered!?” Perhaps, in some other world, he’d have found this situation funny too. But, after seeing Seventeen again in Hell…

[razorsharpthorn]

“Don’t yell at me. I said the same thing.” She shrugged. The world was complicated enough without all the mumbo jumbo of possibilities. To be perfectly frank, she considered such a concept to be utter bullshit. To put it eloquently. She didn’t have anything if not an eloquent tongue. That was totally born of being a past child of the streets.

“Do you have a brother?” A twin, more specifically? And here twins were supposed to be a rarity or something. Though they saaaid that the world somehow contained an identical face for everyone. They may not necessarily meet in a lifetime, but it was there nonetheless. Maybe that was just people’s way of ignoring the prospect of an alternative universe. In which case she would give them an ol pat on the back. They weren’t wrong for retaining ignorance. It was all a bit.... stupid.

“Oh, Seventeen’s fine.” She waved a hand. “We’re cyborgs, you know? Doesn’t take much to leave something behind enough to rebuild.” So long as their heads were intact or something like that. She probably should be serious about it, but she wasn’t worried about her brother. He was a hearty bastard.

“Wow, you know what’s funny? I actually can’t stand Goku. Can’t stand his ass. Or his face either. It’s funny how every other variation seems to have grown warmer toward him.” Not necessarily open to him but certainly without that trend Gero so wanted in both her and her brother. That was one thing that did work out for him. She didn’t care for him at all.

“I can go and get Seventeen if you want? I can’t believe you would want to see him after seeing this pretty face. Really, that’s a little bit of a travesty to consider.”