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Chapter contributed by : moviefan

(A/N: Classes have started today. Where did the summer go? Hopefully my updates won't be delayed. This chapter has a double meaning, which you'll understand by the end. It's also rather dramatic, particularly for 18. Trunks also has a bit of a revelation that he's unwilling to acknowledge. You'll see what I mean.)
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Chapter 14: Shut Off and Turned On
It was several days later that Bulma decided that it was time to test out her latest device. She had completed it some time before Trunks and 18 returned, but she had never brought it out to test it yet. She decided that she couldn't put it off any longer. She just hoped 18 wouldn't react badly.
When she found her, 18 was currently reading a book while Trunks sat a short watching TV. Bulma prayed that this would work. Though the reprogramming was finished, and 18 had never showed any signs of hostility, Bulma new that she wouldn't feel completely safe until she had a way to control the android.
"Hi guys, mind if I interrupt?"
The two looked up at her. "Hey, Mom. What's up?"
Bulma hesitantly entered the room. "I have a little something for 18 that I'd like to try out."
18 looked curious. "For me?"
"Well sort of."
She took out a small remote. Trunks suddenly felt a wave of uneasiness run through him. He knew what that was. His mother had said that she was going to try and make one in case of emergency. And truthfully, Trunks had completely forgotten about it.
18 looked at the device in Bulma's hand. "A remote to the TV?"
Bulma laughed nervously. "Well, it is a remote, but it's not for the TV."
"The radio then?"
"No." There was no use in putting it off any longer. "It's actually... for you."
There were several seconds of silence as 18 slowly processed this information. When it finally registered to her, she gave Bulma a look of stunned disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"I said that it's for-"
"I heard what you said!" 18 snapped in outrage. "What the hell do mean, a remote for me?"
Bulma looked terrified as she quickly told the story she came up with. "Well, you see, I discovered something in your data. Since you wouldn't obey Dr. Gero, he designed a way to control you. It's something that I can't change, and it could cause you to go on a rampage, or maybe even self-destruct. And let me tell you, you've got quite a bomb inside you."
"I'm aware." 18 seethed. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just hear me out." Bulma begged. "When I reprogrammed to you, the program that Dr. Gero designed was installed as well. I couldn't remove it, but I did manage to neutralize it. But there is a chance that you may, shall we say, go bad."
18 appeared to be furious by this accusation. "I would never hurt anyone!"
"You may not have a choice." Bulma explained. "You might not be able to control your body if the program should activate." She held up the device. "That's why I've got this. In case of emergencies, I could use this to shut you off."
18's eyes widened. "Shut me off?"
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, it'll act sort of like a coma. But I would reactivate you right away again. And once you reboot, you'll be back to normal and in full control again." She didn't like the way 18 was looking at her. "It's just a precaution."
"Precaution my ass!" 18 snapped, throwing her book down with such force that it went straight through the floor. "How the hell would you feel if someone came up with a way to put you in a coma whenever they wanted?"
"I-It's not like that." Bulma stuttered. "Come on, don't you trust me?"
18 glared at her. "After this, I don't know. You clearly don't trust me."
"18," said Trunks, stepping in, "it's not that we don't trust you. Trust isn't the issue if you're not in control of your body."
"Shut up!"
Her power flashed out, reorganizing all the furniture in the room. For a few moments she just stood there silently, trying to calm down. Personally, Trunks couldn't blame her for being angry. He too would be furious if he were in her position.
"Hey, look, I understand how you feel. I don't blame you for being angry. But we have to think about everyone else. If there is a chance, and I'm not saying that it would be willingly, but if there is a chance that you could end up like your brother, we want there to be a way to stop you, just in case."
18 sniffed, wiping angry tears out of her eyes. "I'm not really angry at you, because I can see where you're coming from. I'm mostly angry with Dr. Gero for doing this to me. Is it not enough that he stole my humanity, now he has to take away my free will too."
"That's what this device is for." Trunks told her. "So you can keep your free will."
18 looked at him. "But I haven't gone bad all these months. Maybe I can overcome my programming." She looked at Bulma. "You said it yourself when I asked how reprogramming would affect me."
Bulma frowned at her. "I'm sorry, 18, but we just can't take that chance."
For a few moments longer, 18 continued to look determine. But then a depressed look came over her and she hung her head. "Then you really don't trust me. You don't think that I'm strong enough to beat this stupid program."
"18," said Trunks consolingly, "it's not that. We just have to be sure."
She didn't reply. She merely went to retrieve one of the chairs that had been thrown backwards from her energy and sat down. "Just hurry up and get it over with." She told them, disappointment evident in her voice.
Trunks was surprised by how upset he was and how sorry he felt for her. For some reason, he felt like he was betraying her by doing this. But it was necessary.
'Is it really?' his conscience asked.
Unaware of the thoughts going through her son's mind, Bulma pointed the remote at 18. "Ok, here we go." And she pressed the button.
18 froze, as if suddenly startled. Then all sense of life left her eyes and they closed, her head falling to the side as her body went completely still.
Trunks winced. It was like watching her die. Where in the past he would have enjoyed this, right now it left a sickening feeling in his gut.
"How about that." said Bulma cheerfully. "It actually worked."
"It didn't hurt her, did it?" Trunks asked worriedly.
Bulma shook her head. "It shouldn't have. It should just be like falling asleep, only on a much deeper level." She glanced at Trunks, holding up the remote. "It works by targeting her mind chip. Her mechanical parts are in perfect sync with her organic parts, including her brain. So if her chip shuts off, her brain goes into a hibernative state."
Trunks looked back at 18. Seeing her lie there like that was making him feel very uneasy. He didn't know why, but he didn't like it.
"Turn her back on." he said.
"We should observe her for a while, maybe run a few tests."
"Turn her back on."
"We need to make sure it's working properly."
"Turn her back on."
"Hold on, Trunks. If we don't confirm that she's completely shut down and can't turn back on without the remote, then we'll have to-"
"TURN HER BACK ON!" Trunks shouted, his power flaring up.
Bulma looked startled. She stared at Trunks for a moment, seeing the anger in his eyes. Finally she turned back turned back to 18, pointing the remote at her. "Ok, ok. Geez, what's gotten into you?"
"Just do it."
"Fine." She hit the button. "There, you happy?"
18's eyes shot open. She blinked a few times, looking confused.
"How do you feel?" Bulma asked.
18 raised an eyebrow. "I feel fine. Are going to do it or what?"
Bulma held up the remote. "Already done. You've been deactivated and reactivated."
18 seemed surprised, thinking she would have felt her deactivation. "You mean, you did it already?"
Bulma nodded. "Yup, works like a charm. I really am a genius."
18 stood up. "Well good for you. Now if you'll excuse me."
As she left the room, Bulma looked at Trunks. "What's up with her?"
Trunks gave his mother a disapproving look. "You hurt her feelings. You made her feel like we don't trust her."
Bulma watched as he went after 18, feeling slightly confused. "You mean... you do?"
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He caught up with her as she was just taking off. He flew after her, knowing that she could sense him following, yet she didn't wait for him. Putting on a burst of speed, he flew in front of her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to find her if she went beyond his line of vision.
"18, you all right?"
She threw him a dirty look. "I'm just great. I'm only dealing with the fact that your mother doesn't trust me."
"She does trust you. She's just wants to make sure the earth is safe."
18 snorted and crossed her arms. "Please, she's never trusted me. Ever since I first came here, she's never trusted me. Even you were always on your guard around me."
Trunks tensed up. "I don't deny that." he admitted. "But at the time, without your programming, you were unstable. Don't you remember our training sessions? At first you weren't able to control your powers. But at the time, there was a way to make sure you didn't lose control."
She stopped flying and just hovered in the air. "I understand that." she told him, refusing to make eye contact. "But now that I'm completely reprogrammed, I'm in complete control of myself. I just wish she'd have some faith in me. I'm strong enough to beat Dr. Gero's stupid programming."
Trunks placed his hands on her shoulder. "Then just continue to show her that you're strong enough to beat what Dr. Gero wanted you to be. Make her see that you're nothing like your brother. Help me protect this planet and everyone on it. Make her see that she can put her faith in you."
18 nodded. "Yes, I will." She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "But you trust me, don't you?"
Trunks looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"She's your mother, and I know that you don't want her to worry, which is why I can see why you would support her. But you don't think I'll ever go bad, do you?"
Suddenly Trunks was in a situation that he never wanted to be in. Admitting that he trusted her would mean letting go of his hatred for her. True, he could simply lie and say that he trusted her, just for her benefit, but something told him that even as a lie it would have an important meaning. The idea that he really could trust her would never leave him. He would no longer be able to consider her his enemy.
"No, 18, I don't think you'll ever go bad." He told her, though he still wasn't sure if he was speaking the truth or simply telling her what she wanted to hear.
But whether it was a lie or not, it still had the desired affect. Her eyes lit up and a grateful smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, Trunks. Knowing that I have your trust really means a lot to me." Her arms snaked around him. Trunks hesitated for a moment before returning the hug. "You're all I have."
Trunks looked down at her in surprise. She looked back up at him with an emotion in her eyes that he didn't want to identify. Then her eyes closed and she slowly moved her face towards his to kiss him.
Trunks almost kissed her back, but then he stopped himself. No, he couldn't do this. Even if he could trust her now, that didn't mean he could forgive her. There was no forgiveness for what she had done. There had been too much pain, too much suffering. Though she was different now, the mental scars she had left him were too great to ignore.
He turned his head away, avoiding her lips. 18 looked surprised at his refusal. "What's wrong?"
"I told you before that I'm not doing this, and I meant it."
And so, before his resolve failed, he pulled out of her embrace and flew off, leaving 18 behind. She looked surprised and hurt at first, but then she scowled in anger.
"I don't think so." She seethed. "No way in hell am I letting you ignore what's going on between us."
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He was avoiding her again. It was a lot easier since they weren't confined to a single spaceship, but they were still living together. Trunks was at a loss at what to do. She just wouldn't leave him be. At least she didn't try anything while his mother was around, which was why he spent as much time with her as he could. Hopefully, 18 would continue pretending that there was nothing going on while his mother was around.
'The last thing I need is for her to find out I'm lusting after 18.'
But he couldn't be around her all the time. His mother was a very important person, and was busy quite a bit. So during the times she wasn't around, Trunks would have to hide from 18.
'It's ironic.' He thought. 'I spend all these years fighting her off, and now that she's on my side I'm still fighting her off.'
But he didn't think he would have too much of a problem as long as his mother was around. That is, until one day he woke up and found a note from her, telling him that she had some business to attend to and would be gone for the day. 18 was already up and about, which meant that she too knew that his mother wouldn't be around.
'She's going to be all over me.' he realized. 'But I won't succumb to her again.'
Still, the thought of the two of them being completely alone for the first time in months made his heart race. He needed to burn off this pent up energy. So he decided to spend the day training, and just hope that 18 wouldn't bother him.
Unfortunately, his hopes wouldn't be answered. To increase his misfortune, she anticipated his plans and was already making some of her own. She had decided to use a similar tactic to what she did on the spaceship. This time, however, she would be more direct.
She gave him a good half hour to train before making her move. She found him in the spaceship, using the gravity enhancing training room since Bulma had yet to install one in the training room in the house.
Being careful not to disturb him, she crept into the room and went over to the computer. She quickly set the controls to return the room to normal gravity, then turned to watch Trunks.
Unable to sense her presence, Trunks continued his training. When the gravity in the room suddenly changed back to normal, he ended up stumbling and crashing into the wall after putting too much power in a kick.
18 laughed, unable to help herself. Trunks had actually slammed into the wall, leaving an imprint in the shape of his body. "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."
Trunks pried himself out of the dent he created in the ship, rubbing his head. "What's wrong with you? You don't just suddenly change the gravity like that without warning!"
She crossed her arms. "Oh, suck it up. You are the mighty Super Saiyan. Crashing into the wall won't hurt you."
"It does when I put enough force behind it." he replied, rubbing his nose. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here anyway?" 'As if I didn't know.'
18 just grinned and began walking towards him. "Well, what do you think I'm doing here?"
Trunks decided to play dumb. "You want to train?"
She shook her head. "No, not train." She stood before him and reached up to touch his muscular chest. "But I am planning on getting a workout."
As she drew patterns along his chest, Trunks grabbed her wrist. "Stop it, 18. I don't know how else to make this clear to you. I'm not interested."
She gave him a saucy grin. "Funny, you seemed very interested on the way to New Namek. In fact," she looked around, "wasn't it in this very room that-"
"I know what happened!" he told her angrily. "And I've been trying to forget it. I wish you'd do the same."
"I don't want to forget it." she said. "I've forgotten too much of my life already. I'm not going to forget any more. I know what I want." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed up against him. "And I want you."
Trunks was at his wits end. He had to leave now. But 18 wasn't letting him. Therefore, he had to use force. He pushed her away from him, none too gently, and gave her a serious look. "Well that's too bad, because I don't want you."
"Yes, you do!" she insisted. "I can see the way you look at me. I can sense this feeling between us. Damn it, will you look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Trunks did. She looked angry, but her eyes were still staring at him lustfully. "I won't give in to this." he told her seriously. "What happened was a mistake. One I don't intend to repeat. So just give it up."
He turned away and made to leave the room. Before he got to the door, a blast of energy slammed into the back of his head. He stumbled forward, the back of his head smoking from the blast. Turning around, he saw 18 standing there with her hand raised. There was no doubt that it had been her that had attacked him.
"What's your problem?" he demanded angrily.
18 was just as angry as he was. "You're my problem, you son of a bitch! How dare you dismiss me like this! You think you can just fuck me once and then pretend it never happened? I'm not some common whore to be discarded!"
She fired another blast of energy at him. Trunks knocked it aside and glared at her. "I never encouraged you."
"But you knew how I felt!"
She fired again. This time Trunks dodged it, disappearing with his speed. He appeared behind her and grabbed her shoulder. Before he could say anything, 18 spun around, delivering a powerful kick. Trunks blocked the kick, but was immediately struck by her punch.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he dodged and blocked a series of punches she delivered. "Cut it out!"
"Just shut up!" 18 snapped. "You really piss me off! I've had enough of you're stubborn attitude!"
She blasted him. Trunks caught the energy blast and was pushed back several feet. When the energy dispersed, he saw 18 flying towards him. He vanished and her fist hit nothing but air.
He reappeared behind her and grabbed her arms, holding them behind her back. "Stop it, right now!"
18 slammed her head back, hitting Trunks in the face. The saiyan grunted and released her. She turned around and kicked him in the gut. "What's wrong? Why are you holding back? Fight me seriously!"
She unleashed a blast of energy and Trunks slammed into the wall. Then she began rapidly firing energy blasts at him, one after the other, without letting up.
"I can do this all day." She said seriously. "Come on, show me the power of the mighty Super Saiyan."
There was a flash of gold light from within the smokescreen that 18's blasts had created. Trunks had transformed and was now flying at 18, her energy blasts bouncing right off him. 18's eyes widened in surprise right before his elbow slammed into her jaw. This time it was her crashing into the wall.
Trunks was suddenly in front of her, pinning her to the wall, his emerald green eyes furious. Powering back down, he said to her, "Now stop this."
Her reply was to slam her knee in his gut. Trunks grunted in pain, his grip on her loosening. He flew backwards, doing a flip to stop his momentum. 18 was at him again, pulling back her arm to deliver a punch. Trunks mimicked her, and their knuckles collided as they punched at the same time.
Hands locked together and feet moved to gain leverage. They began pushing against each other, trying to force the other one back. Every now and then, one of them would lose their ground and the other one would begin to slide them back, but for the most part, they were at a stalemate.
"Insensitive bastard." She seethed.
"Stubborn bitch." He retorted.
They didn't know who made the move first, but suddenly they had come together, exchanging heated kisses. Though their passion had erupted, the fight had yet to end. Even as they engaged with each other, they still seemed to be trying to cause as much pain in each other as pleasure.
Trunks yanked hard on 18's hair, making her gasp in pain. She returned the favor by slapping him hard across the face. Trunks grabbed the hand that struck him and pinned it to the wall as he attacked her throat with kisses and love bites. 18's other hand went to the back of his head, holding him there as her nails dug into his scalp.
He lifted her up and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist with bone-crushing force. She gasped as he slammed her hard against the wall. With her free hand, she yanked his head to the side and bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Trunks growled and slammed her against the wall again.
18 grunted and pushed off the wall, bringing them both down with her sitting astride him. She reached up and tore her shirt open, exposing herself to his gaze. Trunks sat up, burying his face in her bosom. With a gasp, she arched forward, letting her arms fall back so her torn shirt could slide off. Trunks' hands slid up her back and tore off her bra, allowing him to explore her naked breasts with his mouth and tongue.
18's hands ran up his arms to his shoulders before she wrapped her hands around his neck, cutting off his air supply. She pulled his head back before kissing him hard. Trunks returned the kiss, gasping and pulling away when she bit his lip. Lying back, he pulled her down towards him and flipped them over so he was on top. He kicked off his pants before tearing off hers, removing all barriers between them.
Taking control, 18 rolled them over so she was on top again. Pushing him down, she lifted herself up and impaled herself on him. Trunks hissed at the wet warmth that enveloped him as 18 gasped in pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly. She rode him vigorously, dragging her nails across his chest, leaving deep red marks. Trunks' own hands went to her hips, gripping her painfully as she continued to move on top of him.
"Don't hold back." She told him. "Let me feel it. Give me everything you've got."
Trunks cried out and jumped straight to an Ascended Saiyan. 18 inhaled sharply as she felt him grow even larger inside her and began moving faster. Her hands went to her breasts as she bounced on top of him while Trunks' hands explored her sweat slick flesh.
Her climax hit, and she cried out loudly. The feeling of her walls tightening around him was too much and he emptied himself inside her.
18's nails dug deeper into his chest as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm. Finally she began to relax and fell forward. Trunks' arms circled around her and his mouth found hers. When the moment passed, she rolled off him and they laid next to each other, breathing heavily.
Trunks cursed himself. He'd done it again. He'd ended up giving into her. He was ashamed of his weakness. Why couldn't he control himself?
Opening his eyes, he turned to look at her. She seemed to feel his gaze on her and looked at him as well. Then she began to chuckle, right before punching his arm rather hard.
"You asshole." She muttered.
(A/N: He did it again. It wasn't much of seduction this time as it was angry sex. Seems that 18 is determine to get him, no matter how much he resists. He already cares about her, evident when he got really upset when she was turned off. Speaking of which, did you get the pun with my chapter title? Bulma is also beginning to have suspicions of what's going on, though she has no idea how far things have gone. Next chapter will have some more familiar faces, so stay tuned to see who will be appearing and just what will become of Trunks and 18's relationship.)
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