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DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 23: Rigorous Training and Cheap Cologne

Screams of agony filled the gravity training room suddenly
moments before Vegeta fell from the air and onto the floor in a boneless heap. “Vegeta!” Krillin screamed, his warning too late. They had
been sparring and he had thrown a destructo disc
thinking the Saiyan prince would easily dodge the attack,
however the intense 400Gs had worn the man down enough that he didn’t dodge in
time and his arm had nearly been chopped off. As if were, it was cut down to
the bone and blood was squirting out. “Aw shit. Computer! Earth standard
gravity and page Bulma and the medical staff!”

“Complied. Earth
standard gravity in 3, 2, 1. Medical staff and Mistress Bulma have been
alerted.” The computer replied.

Krillin would have chuckled at the ‘mistress’ part, but he
was too busy gripping the wound on Vegeta’s arm in an attempt to staunch the
blood loss. “Hang in there, Vegeta. We’ll get you in the regeneration tank as
soon as we can. You can make it!”

Vegeta cracked an eye open despite the intense pain he was
in. “Krillin… before I die… I must tell you something…”

Krillin was panicking. “Stop talking like that, you’re not gunna die!”

Vegeta continued as if he weren’t interrupted. “I need to
tell you… that when I recover… I’m going to… beat you to within a nanometer of
your life.”

Krillin began to sweat. <He thinks he’s dying and that’s
what he wants to tell me? Sheesh, maybe I should take
my hand off and let him bleed to death.> Krillin then noticed the slight
smirk on the prince’s face before he passed out. <Son of a bitch… at a time
like this he’s teasing me!>

Bulma suddenly ran through the door, obviously having been asleep
until moments before, and a medic followed closely on her heels. “What happened!?” Bulma cried in a shrill yell.

Krillin winced. “He didn’t get out of the way in time when I
threw an energy disk. I think he was more tired than he was letting on. You
know how he gets when he’s in training mode.” Krillin hoped that she would be
more upset with Vegeta for pushing himself too hard than on him for launching
the attack. Unfortunately for him, he was the one who was conscious.

“How dare you throw such a dangerous attack at this late in
the day! Are you insane?! Maybe this high gravity is
crushing your brains, Krillin!” The medic finished tying a tourniquet around
Vegeta’s arm to further restrict blood loss and then pressed a bandage to the
wound. They lifted him onto a stretcher and wheeled him out as quickly as they
could towards the regeneration tanks that Bulma had recently finished building
using designs that were stored in the escape pod’s computers that Vegeta and
Peasa had returned in months earlier.

Krillin flushed in shame but he knew Bulma was just venting
her anxieties. Over the months, Krillin had received worse injuries from the
Saiyan warrior and this was before the regeneration pods were completed. He had
to heal the old fashioned way… waiting in agony as someone got a senzu bean, of course. Krillin knew that Vegeta would be in
the pod for a while and it was best to get out of Bulma’s
face before she said something she regretted later, so he decided a bath was in
order. Training had left him drenched in sweat and soon it would begin to stink
as it grew stale.

The bald monk sighed as he sat on the stool in the wash room
and poured warm water over himself then grabbed the soap and scrubber and began
to wash. He winced whenever he came upon a bruise or cut but he continued on
diligently until he was clean from head to toe then poured another bucket of
water over himself to rinse off. He quickly hurried
into the bathtub to soak before he became cold and sighed as he began to relax,
the hot water soothing the aching muscles and rejuvenating his exhausted mind.

After drying off he slipped on a bath robe and trudged up
the stairs to his room to get dressed. Krillin wondered how Roshi’s
old house was holding up since it had been vacant for the better part of a year
now. But the house no longer felt like home, as long as there was nobody else
there to share the house with. And being here made if much more convenient for
training since he could train with Vegeta. Tien had
even made a few appearances to test his skills against the Saiyan and monk, but
he never stayed for more than a day and Chaotzu was
never with him. Yamcha had given up fighting and had moved up to North
Capital City.
Piccolo had taken to training near the Son home so he could see Gohan on a regular
basis while keeping up with his own rigorous training. Krillin was eager to
visit the Namek and test his skills against him, for
he was always the hardest Z warrior to get a power level reading on since a
good portion of Piccolo’s fighting power came in the form of psychic energy.

Krillin pulled on a loose button up shirt and some blue
jeans, slapped on some cologne, and looked at himself
in the mirror. “You are a stud, Krillin!” He told himself, turning slightly to
one side and then the next before nodding in approval. “We’re gunna have to see about getting you a girlfriend, my
handsome friend.” Krillin chuckled as he walked out of the room, hoping that
Vegeta was well on the way to recovery and Bulma was calmed down by now. <Time to smooth things over. Oh boy…
bring on those androids now!>

He poked his head into the infirmary and saw Bulma with a
very serious expression on her face looking at Vegeta in the regeneration pod.
Peasa was sitting on an exam table behind her and her tail was swishing back and
forth lazily. Her command over the Earth tongue had been mastered quickly and
she was already Bulma’s official assistant as she was
frightfully precocious. She was also quite overtly sexual which both intrigued
and frustrated the monk, and drove Vegeta crazy because she still harbored a
major crush on the unattainable prince. “Hey Bulma… Peasa.”
Krillin blushed when the girl’s gaze turned to him and she flashed him a saucy
grin.

“Come to grovel before my feet for nearly killing my
husband, Krillin?” Bulma asked in an overly serious tone.

Krillin blushed again as Peasa was silently laughing at him.
<Damn.> “I told you before, Bulma! He was more tired than he was letting
on or he would have dodged that attack easily. Hell he’s even knocked aside my
energy disks more times than I care to admit. It was just an unlucky accident.
He’ll be ok, won’t he?”

Bulma nodded. “A bit of a scar should be all that remains.
Not that you would notice on him, that man has more scars than anyone I’ve ever
seen. But, they look so sexy on him.”
Bulma giggled as her mind drifted towards the gutter.

Peasa blushed, thinking the same thing though she was smart
enough not to voice her opinion. “What gravity setting were you guys at?” Peasa
asked instead.

Krillin hopped up onto the exam table beside Peasa.
<She’s not that much taller than me… and so unbelievably cute. How old was
she again? Nearly 16? That’s not too young for me, is
it? I’m not that old yet… Am I getting too desperate?> “425 for about an
hour then we turned it down to 400 because I nearly had a quad tear.” Krillin
replied.

“Quad?” Peasa asked, unfamiliar
with the word.

“Quadriceps. It’s the muscle group
in the front of the thigh.” Bulma explained, before chastising the monk.
“Krillin, you have to be careful. Your muscles may be getting too dense for the
bone to hold. You have to give your bones time to catch up in density before
turning up the gravity.”

Krillin sighed. “I know. It wasn’t me that turned the
gravity up that high. You know Mr. Training-Is-My-Life in there adjusts a lot
quicker than I do. How many times did I have to have a senzu
bean because I cracked bones or tore muscles when I first started training with
Vegeta? So, don’t yell at me about it.”

“I wasn’t yelling. I’m just concerned… for both of you.”
Bulma said with a sigh.

Krillin nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something
brushing against his leg. He glanced down and saw Peasa’s tail curling around
his leg and making it’s way up. He began to sweat…
heavily. <She is such a tease…> “I um… I…. I know Bulma. I’m sorr… sorry.” <Kami, I shouldn’t have sat next to
her!> He glanced over at her and gazed down her shirt and grinned
lecherously as he eyed her cleavage. <Well, at least there are perks.>

Peasa glanced at him and raised her eyebrow a bit. “Do you
need medical attention for your leg? You said you nearly tore the muscle.” Her
tail slid up higher and teased his inner thighs as it curled around his thigh
where the nearly injured quadriceps were.

“Nope… nope I’m ok. A nice ba-ATH…”
Krillin coughed. “A nice bath did the trick.” <Oh by the
green antennae of Kami!>

Bulma glanced back and chuckled as she saw the tail wrapped
around the monks leg and saw that he was about to pass out from hormonal
overload. “That’s good to hear, Krillin. You’re welcome to get into the other
pod though if you want to take care of all your minor injuries?” She didn’t
know whether he would accept to get away from the teasing Saiyan girl or refuse
so he could be tortured a bit more.

“I… I’m ok, Bulma.” <Oh man… I’m in hell! I bet it’s the
cologne! It’s driving her crazy!>

“Yes… you’re very
ok, Krillin.” Peasa stated, cozying up next to him. <Though your scent is
being masked by some horrid chemical. Ah well, it’s not that bad. I can smell
past it. What possessed him to wear that crap?>

<Mixed signals… mixed signals… should I pursue? Oh
man…> Krillin bit his lip nervously. “So uh, Bulma… you look a bit tired.
Vegeta will be in there for a while, perhaps you should uh… get some sleep?”

Bulma chuckled. <You think she’s serious this time,
Krillin? Ok, I’ll leave you alone.> “You’re right. I’m gunna
go lay down. Call me if you need anything. Peasa, when you get a chance could
you take a look at the systems in the secondary training room? I noticed an
inconsistency in the diagnostics.” She walked towards the exit of the room,
intentionally not looking back at the pair but waiting for a reply before
leaving for good.

“Of course, Bulma. It would be my
pleasure.” Peasa replied, watching the older lady leave. <She’s getting pretty
big. I guess she’ll be having that baby soon? I didn’t even know that much
about babies before I came to this planet. Not like my uncle or brother wanted
to tell me about that stuff since there were no possible mates for me. I hope
she knows how lucky she is to have a mate as desirable as Vegeta.>

“So uh… how are you
feeling, Peasa?” Krillin asked in a voice that was shaky despite his best
efforts for it not to be.

Peasa smirked as she looked at the monk. “I’m feeling a bit…
anxious. Do you know what I mean?” As if to emphasize her point, her tail slid
up higher eliciting a gasp from the short man.

“Oh… Kami yes.” Krillin gasped out.
He turned and ran his fingers through Peasa’s hair and captured her lips with
his own. <Please don’t kill me… please don’t kill me…>

Peasa sighed and reached down to tickle his abdomen as her
tail slithered around to rub roughly against the man’s aroused member. She
leaned her head down and buried her face into the base of Krillin’s
neck and inhaled deeply and even licked at the skin. She ran her fingernails up
his back, drawing a bit of blood, and then paused. She backed away suddenly and
frowned. “Not a match.”

Krillin, whose mind was nearly on overload, paused as well
and blinked rapidly in confusion. “Nani?”

Peasa disengaged from him and slid back a bit, creating some
distance. She still felt the charge of the sexual tension, but it wasn’t enough
as her hormonally charged blood began to cool. “Not a mate
match. You’re strong and you’re attractive, but we are not meant to be
mates. I cannot bear you children. I think we would be ultimately unhappy with
each other too, I’m not too sure on the specifics of
that. I just know it’s best not to get involved with a
man you can’t bond with.”

Krillin was crestfallen. “But… um… so… look, we don’t have
to get married and have kids. Can’t you just have a little harmless fun? If I
can’t impregnate you, there’s no worries…” <Oh man,
I sound worse than Roshi. At least he’d be happy with what I’ve already
gotten!>

Peasa frowned in annoyance. “I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean to lead you on. We both have to be aroused for me to check. I’m
looking for a mate, not someone to have meaningless sex with.”

“I understand. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Krillin stared
at his feet. <I am such an idiot. I can’t believe I said that to her… though
it wasn’t really me talking, it was the little guy down there…>

“So why aren’t you mated yet, anyway? You’re a very
desirable male. It doesn’t make much sense for you to still be unmated at your
age.” Peasa asked. <I hope he doesn’t take offense to the age reference.
Humans seem to be testy about being older. To a Saiyan, age is a thing of
honor. A warrior who survives to such an age is highly respected. But here,
humans seem to think age means infirmity and uselessness. How strange.>

Krillin shrugged, not even picking up on the age comment.
After all, even an 20 year old was ancient to a
teenager. “I guess there’s several reasons. I’m short,
and girls around here don’t seem to go for the short guys. They like tall guys
like Goku. All that man had to do was smile and women were practically kissing
his feet. I was ignored. I can’t hold it against him, he was oblivious to it.
He only had eyes for Chichi. Another reason is I’m rather shy. I get so nervous
I can’t talk to a pretty girl like you. I’m probably going to die alone.”

Peasa frowned in sympathy. <Human women are stupid if
they can’t see that you’re an ideal mate. If we were more compatible I would
have been honored to be your mate.> Aloud, she said, “You’re talking to me
now.”

Krillin shrugged. “You’re a friend. Besides, you’ve already
rejected me so I have nothing to gain or lose.”

Peasa rubbed his bald head. “Hey, it’s not me who rejected you, it’s my Saiyan mating instincts. Somehow we’re not
meant to be together. It’s nothing personal. Most likely there is someone more
suited out there for the both of us. Saiyan mating instincts are never wrong.” <Or so I was told. Not like I have firsthand knowledge.
After all, Vegeta and Kakkarot were both mated to human women… though I guess
with no Saiyan women around there wasn’t much choice in the matter.>

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I’ll feel better after a
bit of moping and self-flagellation.” Krillin grinned slightly at his joke,
hoping Peasa wouldn’t take it seriously.

<Hmm… he looks so cute. Ah, what the hell, I have nothing
to lose.> Peasa curled back up against the monk and slid her tail back up
his leg and was astonished how quickly Krillin’s
arousal returned. “Well, you were right, there’s no reason not to have a little
harmless fun. A one time thing, ok?” <I’m dying to
know what mating is like…>

Krillin hoped his nose didn’t start bleeding from the
excitement. His hands wrapped around her waist and he kissed the girl’s neck.
“Are you sure? I mean… I feel a little guilty now. You’re so young and we both
know it’s not going anywhere, so…” He trailed off as the girl kissed him
deeply. All further arguments were suppressed in a haze of arousal.

Krillin became a little afraid though when she put him on
his back and crawled on top of him and used her arms and legs to pin him down
and teased his length with her tail as she dueled his
tongue with her own. <Oh shit… you wanna do it
HERE?!> “Uh… shouldn’t we maybe go somewhere more… private?” Krillin
suggested hopefully.

“Shut up and quit squirming. Are you ready?” Peasa ignored
the plea to relocate. She had no patience for it. Besides, no one would come
down here until Vegeta finished recovering which wouldn’t be for a few more
hours.

“Um… I guess. But… OH KAMI!”
Krillin cried, though a small part of him hoped the guardian of Earth didn’t
reply… or show up. Or anyone else for that matter.

Peasa chuckled and nibbled at his earlobe. “No, I’m Peasa.
You can fantasize about Kami if you want to, but I’m the one who is mating with
you.” She chuckled when she saw the monk pale as she slowly moved on him.

<This is so strange… but oh man… I never realized how
good it was!> “Peasa… let me touch you.” Krillin whimpered as his eyes
rolled back into his head.

Peasa growled softly and leaned down over the man and
dangled her small pert breasts in his face. She moaned in response when he
captured her right nipple in his mouth.

“See? You’re touching me.” She gripped his wrists harder and
kept moving, relishing the feeling. <Oh… I simply must find who my life-mate
is soon. I’ve been missing out… though I guess I could always play with
Krillin-sempai a bit more until I do find my… OOOOH!!!!!> Peasa groaned and
shuddered at the unexpected orgasm and slumped down on top of Krillin and
nestled her face into his neck. “Wow…”

“Yeah… um… you’re not done, are you?” Krillin asked in a
pained whisper.

“Mmm hmm.
I can’t move.” Peasa whispered back.

<Oh Kami! No! How could you do this to me!> Krillin
groaned in disappointment. “I’m not done yet though… can I keep going?”

Peasa frowned down at him. “I don’t think I can take it.
Sorry. Maybe a little later we can do it again?”

<LATER?!> “Please… for Kami’s
sake, I’m so close. Another minute, that’s all I ask!” Krillin begged. <I’m
not above begging in this situation!>

Peasa sighed and tried to move and winced. “I’m still
sensitive. I think this is one of the drawbacks to mating outside of a bond.”

Krillin nearly fainted. “Well… could you use your hand or
your tail or even… your mouth?” He asked hopefully.

Peasa blinked in surprise. “I hadn’t thought of that. Sure,
I can see you need it pretty badly.” She slid down his body and contemplated
his aroused member. <My first close view of one… it looks so strange, but it
felt so good.> She wrapped her hand around it gently and began stroking him.
“Is this ok?”

Krillin groaned and nodded. <It’s not that great but it’s
better than nothing. What a weird da…. WHOA!>
Krillin gasped in shock when Peasa took him into her mouth. She didn’t really
know what she was doing, but then Krillin didn’t know any better so he was in
heaven.

“Is this ok?” Peasa asked, pausing for a moment. She took
his desperate whimper as an affirmative and continued. <This isn’t so bad. I
never would have thought of using my mouth in this manner. I wonder how I’ll
know when he’s had his fill though?>

Krillin whimpered and slid his fingers through her hair and
used light pressure to urge her own. <Oh man… I wonder if she’s still sensitive? I have the urge to flip her over and go to
town!> “Peasa… do you think you’re ready for a little… more now? Don’t get
me wrong, I love what you’re doing, but I would love to… you know…”

Peasa slid her mouth off of him and cocked her head to the
side. “I suppose so.” She wasn’t sure what he was doing as he pulled out from under
her until he got behind her. She glanced back, still on her hands and knees.
“Like this?” She asked, unsure of what he wanted.

Krillin looked down and grinned. <Hey… this’ll work!>
“Sure, whatever you want sweetie.” <I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
Maybe I fell asleep in the bath? But I’d rather drown than wake up from this
dream…> He slid into her and they both groaned in pleasure. <Guess she
was ready for more.> It took him a few minutes to find his rhythm and he
grinned as he gripped the base of the girl’s tail which drove her wild. Soon it
took every bit of strength and concentration just to keep up with her, but when
he felt her inner muscles squeezing down on him as she climaxed, he cried out
in ecstasy and joined her. Then both slumped forward and he turned slightly to
cuddle against her side and sighed in content. “Wow.”

Peasa giggled and felt her tail swishing around lazily as
she relaxed and came down off her high. “We really both need to find our
life-mates soon.” She commented.

Krillin smiled. “Can’t argue with you
there. Wow…” <Am I going to feel guilty about this later?>

Neither the Saiyan girl or the monk
noticed the bubbles coming from Vegeta’s regeneration tank as the prince had
woken up while Krillin was driving himself into his adoptive daughter from
behind. “KRILLIN YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! HOW DARE YOU SCREW MY DAUGHTER!?
YOU BETTER NOT BE MATED TO HER OR I’LL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND FEED THEM TO THE
ANIMALS!” He shouted mentally, only succeeding in forming some bubbles around the
air mask attached to the lower half of his face.

Krillin woke up later to find that he was asleep on his bed,
still naked. He looked around in confusion and blinked in surprise, wondering
if it had all been a dream. He looked at his window and saw it was nearing
midmorning so he stretched and got up and quickly dressed before heading
downstairs to see if the three hungry Saiyans in the house had left any
breakfast for him. He came into the kitchen and saw everyone there except for Bulma’s parents who were up north on an extended vacation.
Krillin nodded courteously to Trunks, who he still hadn’t gotten to know very
well, then smiled shyly at Bulma before sitting down
next to Peasa.

“Ohayo gozaimasu!”
Krillin said brightly. <Wow, I feel good this morning.>

“Good morning, Krillin-sempai.” Peasa said with a bright
smile and a nod.

Krillin grinned and started picking at his breakfast.
<She isn’t acting any different… I guess it was a dream.> He looked up
when he felt eyes on him and saw that Vegeta was glaring at him. “Oh… uh sorry about that energy disk last night, Vegeta. No
hard feelings, ne?”

Vegeta scowled. “So ka? Well, I’ll
let it pass this time. But I’ll beat the crap out of you in training today.”

Krillin began to sweat. <Geez,
he doesn’t normally react that badly when I accidentally injure him in
training. Guess he’s just grumpy.> “So, when is the baby due, Bulma?”
Krillin asked, changing the subject to one he knew
would bring out the Saiyan man’s pride.

Bulma rubbed her hand over her belly and smiled. “Well,
judging by the speed of his development, I’d say about another 2 months.”

Peasa shook her head. “I give it two weeks. Maybe three.”

“Nani!?” Bulma cried. She wasn’t expecting such an early delivery.

“She’s right, woman. Saiyan babies mature rather quickly
once they near delivery. Normally a Saiyan woman will carry the child for close
to a year with slow development but once it reaches what humans term the ‘third
trimester’, they develop in a spurt that takes a week or two. Don’t make any
plans for a while.” Vegeta grinned and ran his hand over his mate’s stomach.

Bulma stared down at the distended belly. “So… I could have
been carrying this thing for months before we knew about it!?”

“Humans develop faster early on,
your baby is only half Saiyan. Basically the normal human gestation was more
prevalent in the beginning but once you reached the Anaxis
Point, which is when the Saiyan maturation begins, the Saiyan gestation cycle
took over. That would have been about a week ago.” Peasa explained. She had
studied into the fetal developments of humans a not long after she mastered the
language of Earth and had previously learned a lot about the matter from her
uncle and later from Vegeta who filled in the gaps for her learning.

Bulma sighed. “I should have asked Chichi what to expect, I
suppose. After all, she’s carried a demi-Saiyan
before.”

Vegeta chuckled at her but refrained from comment when she
glared at him. “Look at it this way, Bulma-hime, at least you won’t be
carrying the baby much longer. He kicks pretty hard, ne?”

Bulma chuckled and rubbed at her
tummy. “Aa. Wait… why are
you calling me a princess? I’m not a princess, Peasa.” Bulma frowned.

Peasa smirked. “Yes you are. You’re mated to the prince of Saiyans.
I am a Saiyan, in case you forgot. Therefore, you are my princess.” Peasa’s
tail waved around behind her as if to emphasize her Saiyan heritage.

Bulma frowned in thought and looked at Vegeta. “I never
thought about it that way. I guess it’s not important when there’s only a few
Saiyans left.”

Vegeta leaned forward and glared down at Peasa for a few
moments before his face softened. “Pea-chan, you know
I claimed you as my adoptive daughter. You are a princess too, now. There is no
need to be so formal with either of us.”

Peasa grinned. “Hai,
tou-san.”

Krillin jumped in his seat a bit suddenly and blushed.
<It wasn’t a dream, I think.> “So… so… um… a family moment here, it looks
like. Perhaps I should leave… yes… leave…”

“Not so fast, baldie. We have training
to do. I promised you an ass-kicking and I’ll damned well deliver!” Vegeta
snarled.

Krillin groaned and nodded. As he was following after Vegeta
he noticed Peasa wink at him and giggle. <Oh man… what have
I gotten myself into?> He yelped suddenly when Vegeta grabbed the
back of his shirt and tilted his head from one side and then the other. He
grunted and let the man go and continued walking. <What the hell was that
all about? He looks a little less… uptight, though.> Hours later, as he was
recovering in the regeneration pod and hoping he regained feeling in his legs,
he reminded himself never to have sex with Vegeta’s daughter in front of him,
whether he thinks the man is unconscious from regenerating or not.

*************************

Piccolo stood up after finishing his meditation and
stretched a bit before he concentrated and split into two identical Piccolos.
They both assumed fighting stances and started sparring, moving at a fast and
furious pace, both straining to surpass their limitations. Piccolo felt mildly
unsatisfied by this method however, for as much as both of them tried to come
up with original moves or stamp out tells for their established ones, it was
still him against himself and he knew his own moves too intimately. “I need a
training partner.” Piccolo muttered.

The Piccolos re-merged and he sighed, wondering if he should
try venturing to Capsule Corporation and spar with Vegeta and Krillin. They
were a lot closer than Tien and Chaotzu,
after all. Besides, he had sparred with them more than enough on King Kai’s
planet and he yearned for someone new.

“Piccolo-sensei!” Gohan called
happily, running up and wrapping his arms around the Namek’s
waist, or rather his upper leg, in a hug. “How are you doing today?”

Piccolo smirked and tousled the boys
hair and sat down next to him. “Same as always, kid. A little bored today
actually, I’m glad you came to see me. How are you holding up?”

Gohan’s face darkened for a moment at the indirect reference
to his father’s death. “One day at a time. Mom’s been acting funny lately too.
She was crying a lot but now she seems surprised by something. She stares at
herself in the mirror a lot.”

Piccolo grunted. “Give her time, kid. And give yourself
time, too. So, can I interest you in a sparring match?”

Gohan grinned and shook his head. “Wanna
go fishing?”

The Namek groaned. “Fishing again? Fine, whatever you like,
Gohan.” <Damn… I still can’t get him to train with me! Such wasted
potential. That girl that he beat in the tournament has already surpassed the limits
he set on himself. Perhaps I should get her
here so she can kick his butt. Maybe that’ll convince him to resume training?
Though I guess I should honor his wishes. He’s going through a tough time right
now. I can’t even imagine it, since I never had a father. I don’t remember Guru
except through Nail’s memories, and I still have all my memories from before
Goku killed my former self so I can’t really think of myself as my own father,
not that I was raised by him… me… anyway. I can’t relate. Vegeta probably can…
he should visit him more often anyway. Not that I want him to do it in lieu of
his visits to me of course… a fish just hit me in the face. Sigh.>

Gohan giggled and apologized before diving into the water
again. Piccolo tossed the fish onto the grass and scowled, though inwardly he
was laughing at the boy’s antics, glad that he was in a brighter mood than the
day before, where he spent two hours crying on the Namek’s
shoulder. It had been his father’s birthday. “Hang in there, kid. We’ll get you
through this. I promise.” Piccolo said softly as he watched Gohan swimming
after a fish that was five times his size.

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Dr. Gero laughed maniacally as
Androids 17 and 18 took their first steps. “Good, good! How do you feel?”

“A little tingly.” 18 stated flatly
with a scowl.

“That’s normal. It’s your nervous system awakening. Anything else? Any dizziness? Nausea?” <Naughty thoughts about old men?> Dr. Gero added mentally.

18 glared at him for a moment and the doctor wondered if she
had picked up on his train of thought. “No. I don’t think so. 17?”

17 stretched and hopped around for a moment. “Never better.”

18 sniffed and looked at the doctor. “Well, thank you for saving
our lives, for whatever reason you did it. We’ll be going now. I’m sure you’ll
send us a bill or something.”

Dr. Gero chuckled. “Oh no, my dear. You don’t understand. You are to do my
bidding, just once, and then you are free to live your lives as you please. You
are to kill Son Goku. The details are in your memory.”

“You messed with our memories?!” 18 demanded. She paused and
realized it was true. She couldn’t even remember what her real name was, before
she was dubbed number eighteen.

“Chill out, sis. It’s no big deal. I doubt they were special
memories or we wouldn’t have volunteered for this… project.” 17 stated,
grinning as he wondered how powerful he had become.

18 glared coldly at him. “We didn’t volunteer. We were
injured, close to death. He found us and decided to rebuild us. Isn’t that
right, doctor?”

Dr. Gero chuckled. “Something like that, my dear. Now, killing one little man isn’t too
much to ask for saving your life, now is it? Go and bring me his head.”

“I refuse. I won’t play your little game. I am grateful to
you for saving my life but I have no grudge against this Goku. I could care
less.” 18 spat out. <The nerve of this old codger.>

“Aw come on, sis. I’m eager to test my strength anyway.” 17
urged her.

“I won’t kill some poor slob just because this old geezer
has a grudge against him. I say he has good taste.” 18 growled.

Dr. Gero scowled at the blonde and
beautiful android. “You’re testing my patience, girl. I’ll have you know there
are bombs planted in your bodies. Cross me and I’ll detonate them.”

#’s 17 and 18 both looked down at their abdomens in fear.
17’s horrified look turned into a grin moments later. “If you blow us up, you
die too.” He said, slowly approaching the doctor. “I’ll have your head on the
ground beside your corpse before you can activate the bombs. Nobody threatens
my sister, you stupid little bas…”

Dr. Gero breathed a sigh of relief
as 17 was moments away from beheading him when the
doctor was able to activate his shutdown signal. “Bombs aren’t my only means of
persuasion, number 18. Now, won’t you be a good little girl and go kill Son for
me so I won’t use your brother for spare parts?”

“You bastard!” 18 cried, rushing at
him.

Dr. Gero nearly dropped the shut
down controller in his fear but barely managed to get it activated just as her
fist impacted against his skull. He crumbled down and gasped as blood poured
down into his eyes. His skull was badly fractured and he was lucky not to have
brain damage… assuming he didn’t. He crawled over to an automated control sequence
and hit it. Moments later Android 12, an early model, came out. It had been
built purely as a doctor and mechanic in case of situations such as this. “Put
the finishing touches on #19 and convert me into an android using the same
design specifications as 19’s model, #12.” Gero
commanded, fighting to stay conscious. “And place 17 and 18 back into their
containment pods.”

“At once, sir.” 12’s tinny voice
replied.

Gero grinned evilly moments before
he passed out. “Good… good. I’ll just handle Goku myself.”

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It’s surprising how I can stay up till 11am writing fics, go to bed and
wake up before my 4pm alarm goes off,
huh? Sheesh. I should have gone to bed hours ago but I wanted to finish
this chapter since I was more than halfway done with it. Let me know how you
like it with a review! Next Chapter: The attack of the androids draws near so
our heroes continue to train hard. Videl is still training as well, though she
doesn’t know about any killer androids. She does know that Gohan writes a good
email, though. And what is wrong with Chichi, other than the obvious with Goku
being gone and all? Stay tuned!
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