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Out of Sight, Out of Mind	By : Asper Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: I�m not sure that many people
noticed the �Day Two� update, because the hit counter was somewhat lower than
it was for the previous two updates. This was probably due to many other
stories being updated that day as well. Before you read this chapter, make sure
you read Day Two if you haven�t yet. In response to a question in one of my
reviews, I will say that every promised pairing will take place in this story
(plus a bonus one), and each will make sense with the plot and characterization.
The story is designed to be mysterious, lucid, and sensational, not overly dramatic, drawn out, or ultra-realistic.
Day Four is the beginning of the climatic movement and will showcase a new
pairing. It�ll be a good one! This one is ok too, of course�

Thanks
again to all my readers and reviewers, especially emudii,
Zofo, and Wing, you rock!

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

--Day Three--

The early
morning sky was the image of peace as round white clouds drifted lazily over
the Pacific Ocean, reflecting pale hues of
peach and cerulean as light cascaded through the air. The sun was rising slowly
out of the eastern waters, the sea beneath it shining back at its warm
benefactor in an imitation so perfect that it was difficult to tell precisely
where the water ended and the sky began. A cool ocean breeze created light
ripples in the otherwise still waters, breaking the reflection of the sun in rolling
unity; the horizon looked more like a boundary between a dream and reality than
of two elements basking under the sun.

The sound
of gulls and gentle waves floated to Android 17�s ears as he flew. He was
barely aware of where he was going, where he was, and from where he had
departed hours ago. The crisp, salty air licked his skin as he flew closer to
the ocean, allowing cool water from the salty ocean mist to build upon his
skin. Flying into the sun, Android 17 vaguely recognized the island formations
that surrounded the island his sister shared with her husband, daughter, and
the turtle hermit. Staring directly at the golden star before him, it was all
he could do to stop himself from panicking. His eyes adjusted to the light,
refusing to burn as they once did. His skin was cool, regardless of the fact he
was flying through a tropical paradise directly at the sun.

He couldn�t
feel the sun.

Gaining
speed, Android 17 drifted in and out of awareness before finally reaching the
island of the turtle hermit. The trees glistened with dampness, beads of water
forming on their long, slender palm leaves reflecting the sun in miniature
globes of shining light. The breeze played cheerfully through the trees and the
sand, carrying the scent of the ocean over the island paradise as the pink and
white Kame House stood proudly in the sunlight,
greeting the new day.�

Android 17
allowed himself a small smile as he saw his sister and
her vertically impaired husband standing in the shallows, glimmering water
dancing around them as they sparred. He could never understand how she managed
to settle down so easily, accepting the monotony of paradise with a boring
human mate and dependant child, but deep within his mind, he knew that she was
happy. At least she was until she saw the ragged form of her brother fall out
of the sky and into the shallows at her feet.

When
Android 17�s eyes fluttered open, he found himself in a bedroom on the upper
floor of Kame House, resting upon a small white
Japanese futon facing a small white window. The walls were painted a calming
light blue colour, and the warm hardwood flooring
shone softly in the daylight. He vaguely registered the faces of a young blond
girl and an emaciated elderly man looking down at him.

�I think
he�s awake, Mommy.�

Android 17
blinked at the young girl. He was surprised at how much she had grown � he had
not seen his niece, Marron, in years. The man he
recognized as Master Roshi, who was now looking at
him with a determined look on his face as he spoke.

�17, what
the heck happened?! You look like you�ve been trampled by a hoard of elephants!
Or got in the way of 18 when she�s shoppin- MMPH!�

An irate
looking blond woman had appeared behind the old man, slapping him before he
could finish his insult. Trying not to fall over, Master Roshi
grabbed something for support; unfortunately for him, he had grabbed Android
18�s left breast. His nose starting to bleed profusely, he started chuckling
enthusiastically and squeezing the breast in his hand before Android 18 smacked
him again, sending him through the wall of the bedroom and down the stairs of
the house. Android 18 closed her eyes and spoke softly to her daughter.

�Marron, go make sure the old man didn�t break a hip,
please.�

Nodding,
her daughter got up and left the room, leaving the two androids alone. The
sound of gulls drifted into the room through the small window, a slight breeze
stirring Android 18�s hair. She opened her eyes again, this time with a look of
concern etched upon her face.

�What�s
going on?�

Android 17
propped himself up slowly, wincing as he drew himself into a sitting position.

�One of our
father�s earlier experiments woke up.�

Android 18
blinked.

�He said he
destroyed them all! Besides, you should be able to easily defeat anything that
old. How did it manage to do this to you?�

Android 17
looked over a mirror resting on the dresser to his right. He was in bad shape �
his clothing was torn, his hair was a mess, there were dark circles under his
eyes, and his skin was unnaturally pale. He looked tired, disheveled, and weak.

�I don�t
know. I can�t attack him. He won�t let me.�

Android 18
pursed her lips, giving her brother a moment before speaking again.

�17, you�re
not making sense.�

�He�s� he�s
not like us. He isn�t fast or strong or powerful. He�s no stronger than a
human, but he can control us, drain our energy, force
us to do what he wants.�

Android 18
was deathly silent as she listened to her brother speak.

�He said
his name was Android 10, and he�s some kind of Hive Mind� whatever that means.�

Android 18
was growing paler as she saw her brother cough and shake violently under the
covers. Leaning closer, she spoke softly, trying not to upset him.

�What did
he do?�

Android 17
closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, digging deep within himself to think
of an answer to that question. The past few days were a blur in his mind.
Waking up in a pool of water with Android 10 cupping his face, a journey
through the mountains, an old church glowing in the twilight, the feeling of
Android 10 in his head�

�I don�t� I
can�t� I don�t remember��

Images
fluttered across his conscious thoughts like leaves blowing in the wind;
whenever he tried to catch one, it merely crumbled in his grasp. Gasping for
air, he realized that the awareness he felt was not his own.�

He couldn�t
feel his mind.

Crying out,
Android 17 leapt from the futon, making his way to the window. The sun, the
breeze, the gulls, the taste of the ocean air � it all felt dead to him, as
though none of it were truly there. He barely noticed the warmth of his
sister�s hand on his shoulder as he stood gazing at the sea, trying not to
notice that the feeling merely registered as something as part of the
environment than as a comforting appeal to his senses.

Android 18
sighed heavily, causing Android 17 to break himself from his thoughts, turning
to her with wide eyes. It was only when he brought his panicked gaze to meet
hers that she really saw his eyes. Gone was the cold
determination and the sparkle of enjoyment she had once seen grace her
brother�s eyes, and gone were the set, silver irises the androids had shared.
In their place was a pair of molten mercury irises, flowing slowly while
emitting a low silver light as tears threatened to well in her brother�s eyes.

He couldn�t
feel anything at all.

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Goten,
Trunks, and Goku sat at the large white table in the
kitchen of Bulma�s home. The curved windows of the
rounded outer wall of the room had been opened wide, allowing a crisp autumn
breeze to dance gracefully through the room, mingling with the warm aromas of
pancakes, pastries, and waffles. Light cascaded into the room, broken by the
skyline before filling the sterile kitchen with a warm, golden glow. The sound
of three gorging Saiyans echoed off the walls, each
of them quickly devouring plates piled high with enough food to properly
nourish a small army.

While Goku was dressed in his orange and blue training gi, the boys were both in hospital style robes that hung
from their well defined shoulders, insufficiently fastened to reveal the skin
of their backs as they ate. Burping happily, Goten grinned
at his father.

�Thanks for
letting us eat some REAL food, Dad.�

Trunks
followed suit.

�Yeah, if I
had to eat any more of that hospital crap Mom was giving us, I don�t think I�d
bother waking up at all.��

Goku
smiled, setting his fork down for a moment.

�Well, you know, anything for my favourite-
HEY!�

While he
was speaking, Goten and Trunks had both reached over
and stolen some food from his plate, snickering evilly. Groaning, Goku got up to get more food as Vegeta
walked into the kitchen, shirtless and gleaming with sweat. The prince shivered
slightly as the autumn breeze licked at his body, the sunlight causing his well
defined muscles to shine proudly as shadows gathered in the crevices of his
defined chest, stomach, and arms. His hair drooped slightly, as if reaching
down for the fluffy white towel he had wrapped around his shoulders. His face
drew itself into a smirk as he inhaled the scent of the food, though Vegeta quickly noticed that the smell of food was accented
by a different scent, something musky and sweet with a hint of power and
anxiety. He knew that scent�

Vegeta�s
smirk quickly melted into a look of anger as he rounded the corner to see the
two boys who should have been in bed with the moron who should have been
avoiding them. Goku grinned sheepishly as Vegeta glared, scratching the back of his head as he tried
to think of an explanation. Goku did not notice that
he let his eyes linger on the prince�s sculpted form slightly longer than
necessary, or that he was unconsciously enjoying the scent of the other�s
post-workout musk. �

�Hey Vegeta! I was just� uh��

Laughing
nervously as Vegeta crossed his arms and rolled his
eyes, Goku tried his best to look disarming as the
prince turned his attention to the boys.

�What are
you brats doing out of bed?! You�ve destroyed two rooms in two days, and I�ll
tie you both to the roof before I let you destroy another! Get. Back. To. Bed.�

Opening his
mouth to protest, Trunks thought better of it as Vegeta
growled savagely. Grabbing Goten by the robe, who was
still trying to stuff his face with food, the two departed for what was left of
the infirmary. Vegeta blinked grimly as he noticed
that familiar scent follow the boys from the room, dissolving into nothing as
though it had never existed. Watching their sons leave, Vegeta
turned back to the other Saiyan with anger in his
eyes.

�Vegeta, look, I know I wasn�t supposed to go near the boys,
but-�

�Shut up, Kakarot. It�s your funeral, not mine. I would never be so
weak as to be defeated by a stupid virus; true Saiyans
die in battle.�

Goku
could not help but notice the look of veiled anger and concern that crossed Vegeta�s eyes as he moved to finish off the food the that
the boys had left behind. The prince had barely been silent for a few seconds
when another voice filled the room, though existed only in their minds.

�Oh I don�t know about that, Vegeta. I�d bet more Saiyans died
from choking on their food than from fighting.�

The prince
scowled in response to the annoying voice as Goku
smiled.

�Hi King Kai! What�s up?�

In his
mind�s eye, Goku could see the large, bug-like Kai
standing on the Grand Kai�s planet, fists balled in concentration as he gazed
with an empty stare at the rolling green fields stretched at his feet. The hazy
purple sky was as calm as ever, with no sun or star in sight, lit only by the
ethereal glow of the planet itself.

�Not much, Goku.
The fighters here are training hard and Pikkon still
refuses to admit he dresses like a girl. But I�m starting to think West Kai likes him like that.�

Vegeta
winced and chewed harder on the cooling food as a strange chuckling sound
filled his head. Goku�s face, however, was scrunched
up in contemplation; he was clearly thinking hard.

�Oh! Is he
training in underwire, then? I told you, Vegeta!�

Vegeta
choked on his food as King Kai audibly fell face-forward on the planet of the
Grand Kai. Goku made a confused face and crossed his
arms as Vegeta glared and King Kai tried to regain
his composure.

�Anyway... I have some news for you
both. I heard that your sons had gotten sick with some alien virus so I did a
bit of research. I found something that I don�t think you�re going to like very
much...�

Vegeta
pounded his fist on the table and yelled at the ceiling, making Goku jump.

�Out with it, then! We don�t have all day!�

�Wow, someone got up on the wrong
side of the bed, sheesh. It�s about the fusion
technique. Remember the people who taught it to you? The Metamorphians
you met in Otherworld?

Goku put
his arms behind his head, furrowing his eyebrows in thought.�

�Well,
yeah, but they didn�t really talk much. They just wanted to fight, and boy,
could they fight! I tell you, King Kai, that was-�

Vegeta
rolled his eyes at Goku before turning back to the
ceiling.

�What does
this have to do with the brats?!�

�I was getting to that! I overheard
the Metamorphians on the Grand Kai�s planet talking
about a strange virus that infects fusions; they called it the Gyraida Virus. I can�t see how the boys would have picked
it up, but if they did� Goku, I need you to promise
me something. Promise me that until we know more, you won�t let the boys fuse,
no matter how badly they want to! And if this is what they have, they *will*
want to. Promise me!�

Goku
grinned, the tension rolling off his body.

�Awww, don�t worry King Kai. I don�t think either of them
really wanted to do the fusion in the first place. Besides, the boys haven�t
fused in a long time.�

Vegeta
grunted around the pancake in his mouth, glaring at the taller man.

�Kakarot, the boys have fused at least once in the past two
days, maybe twice, remember?��

Goku�s
grinning face melted into a look of worry as his mind�s eye focused on King Kai
once again, watching the deity sweating as he clutched the loose fabric of his
robes absently, his face scrunched up in concern.

�What?! How long did it last?�

Vegeta
wiped his mouth and crossed his arms.

�Only a few seconds. I don�t think they even used the dance.�

Goku
crossed his eyes slightly and looked absently out the window.�

�But Vegeta, that doesn�t make any sense-�

Goku was
interrupted by an extremely irate King Kai screaming in his mind.

�Goku, Vegeta, you need to separate those two! NOW!�

Goku was
about to pry for more information from the deity before Vegeta
hauled him off to speak to Bulma and Chichi, leaving
King Kai to scurry worriedly back to the Metamorphians
in search of answers.

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Gohan sat
cross-legged on his large, white bed with the curtains pulled around each side of
the bed, staring through the transparent draperies with his head in his hands. The
gleaming white cloth swayed gently in the breeze, reflecting the pale light
that ventured through the windows. The cool marble floor and walls of the domed
bedroom allowed the sound of his breathing to echo softly off the walls, barely
noticeable over the sound of the breeze. The sky outside was a vision of blue,
broken occasionally by the cold misty clouds that ventured so high above the
Earth.

His eyes
darted to the ancient mahogany doors that faced the edge of his pristine bed.
Through the haze of the transparent white sheets, Gohan
could see the door open slowly as the sound of creaking wood echoed off the
walls around him. The sound of light footsteps flooded the room as a green and
white shadow moved closer to the bed, slowing as it approached.

�Gohan?�

Dende�s
face was nearly touching the curtains, trying to make out the young Saiyan through the white fabric. Gohan
sighed as he grabbed the curtain closest to the guardian, tugging slightly and allowing
the other to meet his gaze. Gohan was a vision of
refined relaxation, dressed in a white short sleeved polo shirt and loose
fitting slacks, barefoot and comfortably supporting his head in his hands. Dende ventured close to the bed, gazing at Gohan to gage his reaction before sitting on the soft
mattress beside him, his legs hanging off the edge. Dende
smiled weakly.

�Why are
you hiding in here? It�s a beautiful day.�

For a
minute, neither of them said anything, simply staring into nothing as they tried
to think of something to say. Finally, Gohan spoke.

�Dende, look, I�m really sorry about yesterday. I shouldn�t
have done that. I really don�t want you to get the wrong idea��

Dende
rolled his eyes. To him, it did not seem possible that one could get the wrong
impression from an hour of hot groping on the kitchen floor. It was unlike Gohan to treat him with such naivety.

�Gohan, I think I got the idea.�

Gohan
sighed heavily. Somehow, he really doubted that. Before he could speak,
however, Dende had scooted closer, whispering
suggestively.

�We both
wanted it, and I know we both want more��

Dende
planted his lips on the Saiyan�s, breathing deeply as
the warmth of Gohan�s mouth met his, opening slightly
in surprise and desire. The room, this bed, the boy in front of him � they
smelled of the spicy musk and power of the Saiyan
race mixed with the refined elegance and grace that defined Gohan.
The taste was just as intoxicating; Gohan�s taste was
rich and sweet, as though his mouth was filled to the brim with the liquid
passion that heated under the Namek�s tongue. Gohan moaned and gasped as Dende
broke the kiss, grazing his lips over the Saiyan�s
neck and the junction between his neck and his shoulder.

�Dende� stop� this� this isn�t right��

Gohan�s whimpered pleas fell upon deaf ears as Dende�s hands snaked under his shirt, tracing the contours
of his muscled abdomen, slowly leaning in as Gohan
brought his hands to Dende�s face. Gripping the
material of the white shirt, Dende tugged upwards
suggestively, willing Gohan to lift his arms as he
brought the shirt over the Saiyan�s head in a single
motion.

Dende had
to will himself not to salivate as he gazed over Gohan�s
exposed chest, glowing dully in the pale light that had broken through the
ethereal fabric. Running his hands over Gohan�s
large, rounded pectorals, Dende pushed softly on the Saiyan�s chest, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Teasing
Gohan�s nipples, Dende
smirked as he leaned in for a kiss, squeezing a bit harder as he took Gohan�s mouth by force, running his tongue over the Saiyan�s teeth.

Bringing
his hands down slowly over Gohan�s muscled chest, Dende slowly made his way to the waist of the other�s
slacks, unfastening them seductively and pulling down, never once breaking the
kiss. Moving to completely remove the clothing from the vision of passion below
him, Dende finally withdrew from the kiss to give the
pants one final yank before moving to straddle Gohan�s
waist.

Dende was
entrapped by the image he now drank in with every fibre
of his being. The spicy, powerful smell of an aroused Saiyan,
Gohan gleaming as a thin sheen of sweat began to coat
his sculpted body, the feel of the soft skin of Gohan�s
thighs in his hands, the faint taste of his lover that still graced his mouth�

Gods, he was
beautiful, and Dende loved him so much-

Dende�s
musings were interrupted as he felt something large and fleshy poking him in
the stomach, looking down with mock amusement at Gohan�s
magnificent erection staring up at him expectantly. Before he could do anything,
Gohan had sat up and ripped the guardian�s robes
violently from his body, taking Dende by surprise
before he pulled the Namek down over him, locking him
in a deep, passionate, furious kiss.

Gohan had
missed this feeling. The Namek race was truly a work
of art, a harmony of soft, smooth emerald skin intermingled with the harder,
gem-like textured darker skin and the plump, pillow-like pink flesh that graced
their arms and legs. Gohan felt Dende�s
antennae brush his forehead and plunge into his disheveled hair, causing the
other the shiver slightly. Smirking to himself, Gohan
ran a finger slowly down Dende�s right antenna,
causing the young guardian to gasp out of the kiss.

Sensing a
golden opportunity, Gohan grabbed Dende�s
waist and rolled them both over, gaining the upper hand as he maneuvered
himself above the guardian. Pushing on the emerald skin of Dende�s
chest, Gohan lowered himself to Dende�s
now extremely noticeable weeping erection, taking in the sight of the soft
green skin of the shaft and the pink, pillowed flesh of its head before
bringing the length to his lips. Pushing down slowly, Gohan
heard a low moan escape Dende as Gohan
allowed Dende to part his lips with his erection,
pushing slowly into his mouth and towards his throat until Gohan
could take no more.

Gohan
withdrew slightly before pushing down once more, taking more than he had
previously. He repeated this, running his tongue around the length in his mouth
whenever he withdrew, before taking the whole thing down his throat in one motion.
Dende screamed in ecstasy as Gohan
sucked hard, pleasuring him as best he could, all the while gazing up at his Namek partner through lidded eyes.

It did not
take long for Dende to reach his climax, whining and
panting before crying out as Gohan tried his best to
swallow. He could not bring himself to swallow much, though he had wanted
another taste of Namekian release � he did not recall
Piccolo tasting quite like this, though. His mentor�s taste was more bitter and a little less watery, though Gohan could not shake the thought that Piccolo tasted
undeniably better�

Gohan was
ripped from his thoughts as Dende roughly grabbed him
and pulled him to his feet, kissing him passionately before pushing Gohan back onto the bed. Smiling widely, Dende lowered himself to Gohan�s
erection, kissing it and licking the shaft before stroking it with his hands
and taking the bulbous head into his mouth.

Gohan
gasped in surprise and gripped the sheets hard. Piccolo had never even
considered pleasuring Gohan in this way, and Videl had sworn that the very concept of oral sex had made
her sick. This was unlike anything Gohan had ever
felt. He moaned loudly as Dende took more of his
shaft in his mouth, carefully preventing any part of Gohan
to touch his teeth. Gohan could not believe how warm Dende�s mouth was, how soft, or how welcoming. Mimicking
what Gohan had done earlier, he slowly fucked Gohan�s length with his mouth, drawing him out entirely
only to wrap his tongue around the head, eventually bringing Gohan to a climax as he moaned in abandon.

Dende
hoped that his disappointment was not noticeable on his face � he had wanted to
make Gohan scream, to lose his composure entirely,
though he had not been able to. At least, not yet.
Fortunately, Gohan had not noticed, looking down at
the young guardian, Gohan could not help as thoughts
of Piccolo flooded his mind, monopolizing his senses before Dende
drew him into another passionate kiss. �

�Tell me you love me.�

Piccolo only growled to this
request, grabbing Gohan�s head and shoving himself
into the boy�s mouth, moaning with pleasure as the boy slowly took him in. The
taller man never noticed the look of confusion and sadness in his pupil�s eyes
as the world around them seemed to fog over with mist from the falls, and a
cool breeze danced through the tall grass, lifting the sound of the midnight to
their ears.

Kneeling in the soft grass on a warm
summer night, Gohan had never felt so cold.

The taller man growled as he looked
down at the boy between his legs. Gohan�s face was
distorted in concentration, doing everything in his power to take more of the Namek�s length into his warm mouth. Placing a hand on the
back of his pupil�s head, Piccolo pushed himself further down the boy�s throat,
earning a dull gag and a muffled grunt of protest. The vibrations in Gohan�s throat did nothing to hinder the green warrior,
making him even more aroused, if possible. Piccolo flourished under the mantle
of control he now enjoyed � Gohan had surpassed him
in power and skill time and again, though as the teacher once again gained
control of the Saiyan boy, things reverted to what
they should have been.

Smirking down at the look of mild
discomfort and pleasured determination on Gohan�s
face, Piccolo began pulling out of the boy�s mouth before forcing himself in a
moment later. He savagely pounded and fucked Gohan�s
face, enjoying the power he felt. A few minutes later, Piccolo roared as he
came, feeling the boy gag as his mouth flooded with the elder man�s seed
without warning.

Ignoring the slightly lime-tinted
liquid leaking from his student�s mouth, Piccolo pulled himself out of Gohan�s warmth, pushing the boy onto his back and lifting
his legs over his own shoulders. Eyeing the boy�s well muscled rear, Piccolo
smirked as he drew his fingers over Gohan�s entrance,
greedily licking his lips as he prepared to finish what he started.

Leaning
back onto the bed, Gohan and Dende
never broke their kiss as they settled into the soft mattress, sweat gleaming
on their bodies as they lay silently in the midday light that was flooding
through the room. Heat billowed off the pair like the clouds of a storm,
carried through the air by the ever-present breeze that glided happily through
the billowing curtains of the bed. Breaking the kiss, Gohan
felt his stomach fall and his heart freeze over once more as Dende finally spoke once again.

�I love
you, Gohan.�

Dende
shortly drifted into a light slumber, leaving Gohan
alone once more under the rays of the sun. The image of two other-worldly
beings basking in the light behind the ethereal fabric of a giant four-poster
bed would have appeared the embodiment of serenity and love to an observer as
the breeze carried the musky scent of sex from the room. Gohan
closed his eyes and sighed, resting his head on the soft mattress while
refusing to look at the Namek beside him, shivering
slightly in the crisp air. �

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Goku and Vegeta stood in silence under the palm trees in front of the
Capsule Corporation compound, watching Bulma fuss
over Chichi and Goten as the three slowly made their
way to the Son family�s small car. Goten had not
exactly been overjoyed to hear that he had to go home, especially for the
singular reason that he had to be separated from his best friend.

Goku
sighed and leaned backwards against the tree. Grey clouds had taken to the sky,
slowly floating through the air and occasionally blocking the light of the sun.
The bright star seemed to shine harder in protest, glaring through the misty
apparitions as though willing them to dissipate. The autumn breeze had become a
gusting wind, blowing crumpled leaves through the city streets, billowing
upwards as they were caught in updrafts and displaced by cars floating above
the ground. Inhaling deeply, Goku wrinkled his nose
at the smell of the city, forgetting that the crisp northern winds could do
little to remove the foul stench of pollution and waste from this place. Today,
however, the air was laced with something deeper, something richer, something nice�

Vegeta
rolled his eyes as Goku inhaled again, clearly trying
to figure out where the intoxicating smell was coming from.

�It�s not
food, Kakarot.�

Vegeta
smirked as Goku�s face fell slightly before turning
to the prince with an inquisitive look in his eyes. Vegeta
grunted; this whole font of wisdom thing was really getting old.

�It�s your
son. Had you not been dead when this
happened to your eldest brat, maybe I wouldn�t have to explain it to you.�

Vegeta
closed his eyes as he irritably continued.

�Trunks
started a Saiyan transition period, not unlike human
puberty, a few weeks ago. The pheromones triggered the same changes in your
brat. Our warrior race did not have the time or patience for years of moody,
pimply-faced teenagers running around whining about their feelings, so in male Saiyan brats, the changes take place over a few weeks. The brat
releases hormones to raise his ki and heighten his Saiyan instincts, which make the brat more violent, cocky,
and sex crazed than normal. The brat�s scent also changes to that of an
eligible unmated Saiyan. You better get used to it, Kakarot, at least until the full moon.�

Smirking
despite himself, Vegeta enjoyed the slightly horrified
look on Goku�s face before he continued.

�Normally
the brat would wait for a full moon and undergo most of the changes as Oozaru. But our brats can�t, thanks to the woman�s
short-sighted tail amputation spree. There�s really no telling what they�ll do,
especially with this virus fucking things up, but we may have to keep an eye on
them the night of the full moon.�

Goku
swallowed hard, digesting the information Vegeta had
given him. Gathering his courage, he spoke again, ashamed that he had to ask
this particular question.

�Do you
know� uh� what Gohan did when this happened to him?�

Vegeta
decided not to address the pain in Goku�s voice at
missing so many years of his eldest son�s life. As much as he enjoyed taunting
the larger Saiyan, he was not interested in actually
hurting the man�s feelings.

�He became
the Great Saiyaman and got engaged to Satan�s brat.�

Both Saiyans winced at the memory of Gohan�s
horrid attempt at super-heroism. Goku understood the
motivation perfectly now, however � Saiyaman was the
perfect outlet for the violence and cockiness Vegeta
had mentioned, and Videl was a perfect outlet for
the� other heightened instinct. Gathering his thoughts, Goku
noticed his wife waving to him impatiently as he tried not to notice the tired
look on her now sullen face. Turning to leave, Goku
looked at Vegeta one last time.

�Vegeta, when�s the next full moon?�

Vegeta
snorted and scowled at the sky. The clouds had started moving faster, drifting
across the sky with a sense of urgency that had not appeared previously. The
city trees swayed in the wind, pushed towards to the south as northern winds
battered their tall, slender forms. The sun had hidden behind transparent
giants, letting the crisp air creep over the land below it as shadows slowly
journeyed to the sea.�

�Don�t you
own a calendar?!�

Goku
scratched his head sheepishly as Vegeta lowered his
voice, speaking almost to himself.

�It�s tomorrow
night, Kakarot.�

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Android 10
sat on the remains of the northern wall of the ruined church, his legs dangling
from the edge as he gripped the stone with both hands. He gazed directly at the
sky, watching the dark clouds billowing into view from the North. The sun had
lost much of its warmth, and the bitter wind licked the landscape maliciously
as dead foliage blew across the fields beneath him. Large shadows moved across
the mountainous landscape as bright light flowed through what could be seen of
the sky, painting the air with columns of silver and gold.

Android
10�s face was blank as he watched the clouds dance in the sky. His usual smile
had been discarded after he had allowed Android 17 to leave; the images he had retrieved
from his brother�s mind were far too gruesome to accept at face value. It
almost made him regret crushing his brother�s will and absorbing his awareness
as part of the Hive. The image of a terrible green creature emerging from the
shadows, fighting the raven-haired android and a powerful Namek
before the creature deceived Android 17 and absorbed him, forcing the breath
from his body as one being died for two androids to become one�

Snapping
his head to the side, Android 10 noticed his seven silver drones approaching
him from the cloister to the East. Ignoring them, he turned his gaze back to
the sky; the drones were ready to execute the next part of his father�s master
plan. Android 10, however, was far from ready.

The images
of his brother�s final hour flashed through his mind once more. That creature
was one of Dr. Gero�s creations � it was undeniable.
However, the creature reeked of imperfection � it was intelligent and strong,
though it lacked wisdom, awareness, foresight, and restraint. Android 10 could
hardly believe that their father had created something so destructive and vile.

Raising his
left hand, Android 10 allowed the wind to nip at his skin bitterly as the gauze
fluttered lazily. Android 17 had also come to believe that this creature had,
at the time, come from the future � almost 17 years in the future. It did not
take an omniscient android to figure out that almost 17 years had passed since
his brother had awoken. Had Android 10 detected the supercomputers of Dr. Gero�s secret lab still operational, he would have expected
Cell to be emerging from his slumber in a matter of days. That meant�

The air
around Android 10 began to hum as the drones hovered impatiently in the air
around him. Blinking twice, the young android sighed as he hoisted himself from
the wall, floating slowly to the floor, allowing his feet to gently sweep the
stone beneath him before setting himself down. Smiling slightly, Android 10
watched the coloured light from the windows slash
across the floor and the ruined seating as it flickered in and out of existence,
the clouds passing across the sun above them. For a moment, the sun emerged
victorious, bathing the church in golden light flecked with the reds and blues
of the stained glass, awakening the long forgotten saints and angels that guarded
the remains of this place.

He closed
his eyes as the sun disappeared behind the clouds once more, resigning himself
to the task at hand before stretching his hands out from his sides at a 45
degree angle, bringing his chin to his chest. The droids surrounded him in a
horizontal circle, each facing in a different direction as they started to move
as one, rotating clockwise as Android 10�s ribbons of energy began to wrap
around the young android�s limbs, drawing him and his molten drones skyward
under the dark clouds.

Android 10
could feel the power he had taken from his brother coursing through his body.
He would need every drop of stolen energy to perform the next part of their
father�s plan. For a fleeting instant, the android wondered if he even had a
choice in the matter as the drones floated purposefully around him in a perfect
circle, the thought leaving his mind as instinct took over.

As the
strange group rose from the ruins of an old church, Android 10 gasped and
opened his eyes, glowing in silver light as the world around him ceased to
exist.

Far above the Earth, countless
shining satellites orbited the planet lazily, gazing down at the cities below
them. One by one, silver light began to engulf them from nowhere, seeping over
the defenseless giants, pouring into any crevice or joint it could find. The
first satellite to be touched by the silver light began to shudder violently,
invaded by alien energy before becoming eerily still above the planet, a faint
silver glow shining from within it. Many of the satellites in orbit began to
experience similar changes, corrupted by the pale light of an android below
them.

Others still were not so lucky. The
older satellites did not succumb to their ailment, starting to crumple
violently, their solar paneled wings creaking and breaking under the unexpected
pressure of the raw energy. In turn, each of older satellites in orbit began to
groan, crumple, and break under the pale silver light, damaged beyond repair.
Suddenly, the damaged satellites jerked forward, torn from their orbit around
the Earth, quickly descending through the atmosphere to the planet below as
their corrupted brothers watched them fall from the sky.

Those who took the time to gaze into
the sky would tell their children of the day when fire fell from the heavens, of
screaming, shining meteors that fell faster than the speed of sound, engulfed
in the flames of their violent entrance and eerie silver light the likes of
which no one had ever seen.

On the surface of the blue planet,
transmission towers across the globe stood proud against the onslaught of
satellites falling from the sky, never abandoning their silent vigil as streams
of silver light engulfed them from below, snaking up the metal giants as sparks
began to fly from the shining heights. Metal began to be melt under the gaze of
the silver light, drawing the towers slowly into curved, warped renditions of
their previous selves, falling into a sickly slouch as their metal antennae
submitted to silver flames.

The towers seemed to weep as their
gaze was diverted to the world around them, watching the telephone wires that
snaked across the cities and country sides glow with that same silver glare
before sparking violently, the wires falling from the towers and onto the
streets that lay unsuspecting beneath them.�

Watching
these events unfold in his mind�s eye, Android 10 choked on nothing as he felt
his father�s voice flood his mind, transmitting orders through the Hive Mind as
he helplessly drifted in the sky above the church, shining like a silver star
in the darkening afternoon light. He could feel the satellites orbiting the
earth shutting down as they submitted to the Hive Mind or faced their demise.
He could feel his will stomping communications networks across the world into
oblivion as the internet cut its users out of its infinite loops. He vaguely
registered the northern clouds parting as a shining meteor shot through the
billowing mist, landing roughly upon the earth.

He never
had a reason to acquaint himself with the orders his father had left for the
Red Ribbon Army. In a moment of shock and defiance, he broke into the stream of
information coursing through his Hive Mind, paling visibly at the voice
therein.

//�Humans are
pathetic. They know nothing of the world around them except for what they see
on their televisions, hear from others through their telephones and radios, or read
on their computer screens � and even if they see it, they rarely care. Without
their satellites, their radios, their telephones, or their internet, the human
species will be oblivious to our actions until we have attained our goal! Red
Ribbon Army, our goal of unity has been forgotten, and it is time that we took
what is rightfully ours. The time has come to bring peace to this world through
a force of will that shall be remembered for centuries to come!//

Panic
flooded Android 10�s mind as his droids fell from the sky one by one, their
energy temporarily spent, each striking the stone floor of the church with a
sickening crunch. In his mind, he saw thousands of shining cities through the
eyes of his army, each one an immediate candidate for the �peace� promised by
the Red Ribbon Army. His mind swam as he saw the world practically stand still,
as people around the Earth were left speechless by the sudden demise of their
technology. His father�s voice continued to course through his mind.

//Our android army shall convert
this world one city at a time, and they shall suspect
nothing. May this be a lesson to those who think that they can forget the past...//

The silver
light of his shining body quickly beginning to fade, Android 10 floated gently
to the ground as the world grew dark.

--End of Day Three--

Day Three Summary: Android 17�s awareness has been
crushed by the Hive Mind, making him feel dead to the world; Android 18 now
knows of Android 10�s existence. King Kai believes that Goten
and Trunks may be infected by the Gyraida Virus, and
must be kept separate at all costs; it is also revealed that the two will be entering
uncharted territory during the next full moon as the result of maturing as Saiyans. Gohan and Dende go further than they had previously, as Gohan is unable to find the words to convince Dende that their actions are a mistake. Finally, Android 10
disables communications technology across the Earth, preparing it for invasion
from the Red Ribbon Army.

Author�s Note: What do you think? Too much? >.>
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