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Domination	By : DemonPyromaniac Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I owned GT, Pan and Bra would be able to go Super Saiyan. And that would be awesome. I make no profit from this story.

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A/N: I can't really think of any specific warnings for this chapter. Um, I guess this is the beginning of the 17/Trunks stuff. There is also some yuri mentioned. Oh, and Dr. Gero doing some creepy stuff. Not that that's really anything new. Hope you like.

Over at the park, which was really more like a scenic pull-away on the side of the road the twin androids were sitting in the back of their van and celebrating.

“We are so smart. We definitely got purple-haired kid’s sympathy by doing that ‘Dr. Gero’s programming makes our heads hurt’ thing.”

“I know, right? That was a great idea. He’s curious about us now and will probably show up here soon. And then you can have your fun with him.”

“And what are you going to do, Juuhachigou? Should I be planning on sharing him with you?”

“Nope. I’m going to have a little fun with Vegeta. I figure he might show up here eventually if his son comes here. If not, I’ll just go find him and drag him here by his stupid hair.”

Juunanagou laughed. “Awesome. Hey Juurokugou,” he stuck his head out of the back doors and called to the android sitting on top of the van who was letting a bunch of random birds use him as a perch. Again. “Are you positive that you don’t want to get in on this freak feast?”

“Yeah, you definitely missed out on the last one that we had.”

“No thank you. I just want to look after the birds.” Juurokugou was feeding the birds perching on his shoulders with some bird seed that Juunanagou had stolen for him.

Juunanagou shook his head. “The poor guy is missing out.”

“He definitely is. Oh well, there’s more for us then.”

“For sure. By the way, I just have to ask, why Vegeta? He’s not pretty like purple-haired kid or even cute in an odd sort of way like Krillin.”

“But he gets off on being dominated sometimes and that’s just fun. He totally had a boner when I was kicking his ass. Until I kicked him in the balls. That might have gotten rid of it for a while. And didn’t you watch those videos of Bulma doing kinky shit to him and Yamcha in her lab? I know you were just teasing those two when you called them masochists, but I think Vegeta really is like that.”

“No, I didn’t watch those videos.”

“Honestly, what’s the point of having insect spy bugs recording the Z fighter’s kinky sex lives if you’re not even going to watch?”

“Hey, that’s a lot of footage to go through. I didn’t have time to watch all of it.”

“That’s too bad. I think your bratty new boyfriend destroyed any copies of it.”

“Boyfriend? You really think he likes me?” Juunanagou had a somewhat dreamy look on his face that just made his twin laugh.

“What are you, a school girl with a crush? He probably hates us, you moron. But, at the same time, I think he feels some sympathy for us since we told him about Dr. Gero’s fucked up programming. So you might have a chance, if you can make him forget about Bulma. Speaking of her, I think we ought to put her on our “to do” list.”

“What? Why would we do that? And what do you mean by me making purple-haired kid forget about Bulma?”

“I guess Bulma just seems sexy. Her craziness is kind of hot and also I’d rather have a mad scientist that looks like that checking out my parts. Plus, maybe while we’re doing it with her, we can tie Vegeta to the wall and force him to watch while we make her say that we’re better than him. Then we could just leave him there for a few hours until Yamcha or Bulma’s parents decide to wander into the lab and get him down. As for purple-haired kid forgetting about Bulma...maybe those two are lovers. After all, purple-haired kid was going on about how “important” she was to him. You know what, I just thought of something interesting: perhaps he and Vegeta are always so mad at each other because purple-haired kid is making a move on one of his dad’s lovers. Maybe she likes him more than Vegeta.”

Juunanagou looked a bit upset at the idea of the guy he liked already being taken, but quickly recovered. “Do you really think purple-haired kid and Bulma are lovers? Actually, it doesn’t matter. Because I’m clearly better and more attractive than Bulma and by the time I’m through with purple-haired kid, he won’t remember her name because he’ll be too busy screaming mine.”

Juuhachigou did some fake-clapping. “There’s the egocentric comment I was waiting for!”

“By the way, I haven’t agreed to go after Bulma with you. Although…you mentioned that Yamcha lives there right?”

“He sure does. Still, I would have thought that you’d like Bulma since she looks like your new boyfriend.”

“You think they look alike? I guess they do, maybe a little. But I like the idea of bringing Yamcha to the lab with us. I love that long hair of his. It’ll be good to have something to grab onto while he’s blowing me.”

Juuhachigou laughed. “Nice one. And then I’ll tie Vegeta to the wall with those Ki rings and he’ll just have watch while we—”

“Shh, I think purple-haired kid is heading this way!”

“Oh yeah, I see him.” Juuhachigou glanced at the sky. “Looks like it’s only him though. I might have to go grab Vegeta later.”

“He might come here if we keep his son here long enough. And I definitely have a lot of staying power. Alright, now we both need to do that cute and innocent thing again.”

“Got it.”

Juuhachigou and Juunanagou put on their best cute and innocent faces because they could be cute when they wanted to and so they might as well take advantage of it. Plus it seemed like it had worked on Trunks because he had come over to see them. Unfortunately, Trunks was glaring at both of them a little bit when he landed, but Juunanagou figured that there was a sexy way to fix that particular problem.

“Okay, I showed up. If you two are able to get your “kill Goku” programming removed, will you promise to leave everyone on the planet alone? And what about that other android sitting on your van?” Trunks pointed up to Juurokugou.

“Juurokugou doesn’t feel like getting in on this freak—I mean conversation. He said earlier that he just wants to feed his birds. You sure are quick to get to the point, aren’t you? Why don’t you come sit down with us so we can have a friendly chat?” Juunanagou patted the spot between him and Juuhachigou.

Trunks just stood still and shook his head. There was no way he was ever, ever going to sit in the back of the van with the cyborg terrors.

“C’mon. You want to be friends with us right? Besides, we’ll feed you if you sit in the van with us.”

“Really? What sort of food do you have—Hey, how do I know that it’s not poisoned?”

“Don’t you trust us? Besides, all the food I have is in here.” Juunanagou showed him a capsule pack with four rows of blue capsules. “I couldn’t have poisoned it, since these capsules turn red after they’re opened. Besides, why would I want to poison you? You’re too interesting to die.”

“Thanks…I think.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Juunanagou and I will eat some of the food too. So you know it’s not poisoned.”

Trunks still didn’t trust the cyborgs, but he did trust his mother’s inventions and those capsules had definitely never been opened before. Poising food also didn’t seem like something the cyborgs would do. They were more into just blowing up humans or running them over with their car. And even those these versions of the machines were behaving differently than the ones from his timeline, Juunanagou had sounded sincere when he had said the food was safe. The cyborgs in Trunks’ timeline couldn’t even pretend to be sincere; you just knew they were plotting some horrible way to destroy you. And even though he had just had a senzu bean a few hours ago, Trunks was a little hungry. That not needing food for ten days affect didn’t apply to Super Saiyans.

“Alright. I’ll have some food. But I’m going to sit over here.” Trunks climbed into the back of the van and sat directly across from the smiling cyborgs, very close to the exit. This way he could keep an eye on both of them in case they tried something and he could escape if he had to.

“Sounds good.” Juunanagou moved so that he could sit next to Trunks, who flinched at the sudden movement. “You know, you’re really jittery. You need to relax more.” Juunanagou opened up the capsule, revealing a picnic basket, complete with a red plaid sheet.

“Huh. Juunanagou, I think that the next time we go shopping, we should actually read the product descriptions.”

Trunks muttered, “Are you sure you don’t mean shoplifting?” but the cyborgs pretended not to hear him.

Juunanagou opened up the picnic basket and started pulling out a variety of sandwiches: roast beef, ham, turkey and vegetarian. There was some water and fruit punch; there were also a couple of heart shaped boxes filled with chocolate and a variety of cutesy red and pink candies too. Clearly this set was for a romantic Valentine’s Day picnic.

“I think this is perfect, don’t you agree?”

Juuhachigou just laughed while Trunks shook his head. It was really weird to be having lunch with the enemy, especially lunch that was supposed to be a romantic picnic for people who loved each other. It was definitely not suitable for Trunks and the cyborgs. But at least the sandwiches tasted good, even though it was somewhat unsettling how Juuhachigou kept laughing silently to herself. Trunks had suspected that the cyborgs might have a telepathic link to each other, and that they were using it now to share some sort of inside joke. Or more likely, plot something evil.

“What are you laughing at? You two are up to something. I bet you’re using telepathy and coming up with some sort of evil plan right?”

“Juunanagou’s right. You really do need to relax more often. I’m just laughing because I find Juunanagou’s sexually suggestive eating habits amusing, along with you being totally oblivious to it. By the way, we don’t have telepathy.”

Trunks glanced at the other cyborg, who had found a bunch of heart-shaped lollipops and was sucking on one in the most lewd manner possible. He smirked when he noticed that he had an audience and asked, “Would you like me to use my tongue on other things?”

Trunks just blushed and stared at his feet. Was Juunanagou seriously propositioning him, or just trying to screw with his head to see how he’d react?

“Aw, it’s cute how shy you are. So, do you have a name or should my sister and I just keep referring to you as weird purple-haired kid?”

“It’s Trunks.”

That got a good laugh from Juunanagou. “Who the hell names their kid Trunks?”

“My mother.”

“Oh and what’s her name? Panties?” Juuhachigou high-fived her brother for that clever comment

“So what? You two don’t even have names.”

“We do to.”

“Yeah, we just can’t remember them right now.” Juunanagou did the pouting thing he had done when no one had laughed at his decapitation joke earlier and Trunks tried to convince himself that the monstrous cyborg definitely did not look cute when he did things like that.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know that.” And now he was apologizing to them, for the second time now. Trunks decided he needed to get his head checked out later.

“I forgive you.” Juunanagou moved even closer to their guest, clung onto one of his arms and leaned his head against his shoulder. Trunks tried to free himself, but Juunanagou’s grip was too strong. “Mm, you smell nice. Do you use any sort of cologne?”

“G-get off me.” Trunks shoved at Juunanagou again. He kept expecting the cyborg to punch him, or maybe to crush his arm that he was clinging to. After all, whenever one of them touched him, it was always immediately followed by horrible pain.

“Is this about Bulma? Because I’m a far better lover than she could ever be.”

“What?!”

“I do have unlimited energy you know. Would you like a demonstration?”

“No—what did you mean by that comment about being a better lover than Bulma?”

“Isn’t she your girlfriend? Juuhachigou thinks that Vegeta is so pissed off at you because you’re making a move on one of his lovers and that she’s picking you over him. Not that I can blame her. Really, I can’t see why anyone would pick Vegeta over you.” Juunanagou ran his hand up Trunks shirt, while smiling smugly at his sister. She promptly flipped him off.

Trunks didn’t seem to notice or care about the little argument that the twins were having, as he was too busy being disturbed by the fact that Juunanagou thought that his mom was his girlfriend. “No. God no. Bulma is not my girlfriend; she’s my mother,” Trunks covered his mouth and his eyes widened in horror when he said that. Why, why had he told them that? Now they knew who the only person he loved that was still alive was, and more importantly they also knew where she lived. What if they decided to go after her, like they had with Gohan? He’d never forgive himself.

“She’s your mom? I did think that she looked a little bit like you. But wait a minute, that doesn’t make sense. Vegeta didn’t show up on Earth until about five years ago, so how can she possibly be your mom?” Juuhachigou asked.

“Maybe Bulma adopted him and she’s like his step-mom. Or she’s his real mom and he’s really from the future. That would explain the underwear-themed names they both have.”

“Whatever. Juunanagou, just steal some of his hair so we can get a DNA test done.”

“No way! I couldn’t do that. His hair’s way too pretty for me to ruin it by pulling some of it out.”

“You only need about two or three strands. Just grab some and put it in a capsule.”

“Actually, I have a much better idea about getting our DNA test done and it doesn’t involve messing up his hair. I was just thinking that there are other, more fun ways to get a DNA sample from him,” Juunanagou went back to groping Trunks under his shirt. Trunks didn’t really seem to notice that much, as he was too busy trying to think of a way to make the two cyborgs lose interest in who his mother was. Or perhaps he had simply gotten used to Juunanagou doing that sort of thing and was starting to like it.

Juuhachigou thought about what her brother said for a few seconds and then made a face. “Ew, that’s gross.”

Trunks just blinked and looked confused. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s cute how innocent you are,” Juunanagou had a look of adoration on his face, which turned devious in a second. “Why don’t we change that a little?” Juunanagou lightly ran his hand across the side of Trunks’ face and before the half-Saiyan realized what was happening; one of his worst enemies was gently kissing him. Juunanagou reached up to slide his fingers through Trunks’ hair. Then, after chuckling a little at the shocked look on Trunks’ face when their lips parted, Juunanagou began kissing his neck. He was quite pleased with himself when Trunks let out a moan.

“I guess you’re sensitive here. Would you like it if I did this?” Juunanagou bit down on his neck and started sucking on that spot. He wanted to give Trunks a hickey to match the one he had given Krillin earlier. Trunks was breathing harder now and he actually put his arms around the cyborg who was practically sitting in his lab. Juunanagou was glad that Trunks seemed to like this and wasn’t trying to get away. He and his sister would have to do that cute and innocent thing more often because it worked wonders.

Trunks for his part, wasn’t entirely sure why he was letting Juunanagou kiss him and suck on his neck, other than it feeling really nice. The Juunanagou from his timeline would never be this gentle, would never be—well, this sweet to him. Instead of stroking his hair, kissing him, and cooing over how pretty he was, the Juunanagou in Trunks’ timeline would grab him by the hair and then chuck him through a building. If that didn’t entertain him enough, he and his sister would find Trunks and maybe break a few of his ribs while laughing at his feeble attempts to escape. Then they’d just leave there, until he got up enough strength to drag himself back home where his mom would fix him up and yell at him for being so reckless.
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