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His Sister The Keeper	By : TimedWatcher Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It started as just staring at one another, his face buried, one eye open, while she had her head and hair tossed back, both eyes on him. He tried to fake going back to sleep, but as soon as he reopened them again, she was still there, not having moved a muscle, cleavage more than half exposed.
Then it got weird -- but weird in a good way.
They just... touched eachother in non-committal ways. Like they were more acknowledging eachother rather than actively trying to do something 'sexy'.
He palmed her heavy chest, while she groped his backside, pulling him and then letting him go. He gasped from surprise, her rising piece like a third party invading the bed. He even had to double check, though he was hesitant because he knew the answer, slowly lifting the covers. Starting hard as a rock from the base of her pelvis, the wedge of meat careened into the sheets like it was a crash landed plane without it's wings. As it moved between his legs, his thighs began to spread to make the gap for her member possible.
The bed creaked, her golden hair running off her shoulder. There was a small tired 'huff' that left her as she got up, her whole body swinging from her tits to her cock, a visceral display of her bodies mismatched physicality. Her piercing blues were still trained on him, and he realised then she was interested in something more than getting dressed that morning. He went limp while trying to bury his face into the pillow, but she flipped him over, yanking him closer to the edge of the bed by his ankles. "Ugh, I created a monster. Why do I have to be on my back for this?"
With a fleshy wet thud, the fat girthiness she wielded fell upon his stomach. He stared into her pink tip, her pores already glistening. She placed a gentle hand on his throat, then applied tension - not enough to choke or even hurt him, but to remind him who was in charge here. "I'd say it was because I like seeing the terror in your eyes, but-" 18 leaned over his body, her sweltering meat stiffening against his stomach as her large breasts compressed together against his chest. "Mmmmmm-oi~" Her lips laid upon his, planting a smack, then leaving him. Android 18 pressed a finger to the middle of his chest, drawing her nail down the middle of it. "Where's the terror?"
She steamrolled his penis with the tip of her boner. The soft tissue trampled his testes, but painlessly so, and with no place to go, it would suddenly judder and pop forward like a snake before she wrangled it back, repeating the action of her slow slither up his stomach, leaving behind bigger and bigger wet trails, as if she were taunting him into begging to be fucked by her python. He could feel her balls snap against him then peel off. 18's attention lowered. Her length completely subsumed his. It kinda visually described their relationship to a T, with him underneath her uhm... thumb. Eighteen squinted, adding insult to injury. "So small... even at your fullest..." Eighteen lifted her shlong like it were a beached whale and he were its unlucky victim, his penis getting some much needed air from underneath the sweathog that was her dong.
"Come on." He playfully whined. "I'm not that small." At least for a non-modified human.
Her eyes darted down, then back up to him. "No. I guess you're not." Eighteen let herself rest upon him again, but her hand was still nearby as her thumb pressed down on the middle of her shaft, the banana shape of it awkward with what she was about to do next, as her fingers hooked him on the underside, attaching him to her like a parasite. Before he could even wonder what she was doing, she pulled on the both of them. With pumping strokes in tandem with her hips, he watched her foreskin slowly peel back and forth. His tongue teased the air, wanting to lick something. As she continued her combined stroking efforts, she would sometimes lose track, derailing their connection, applying individualized jerking to them both, before laying them atop one another again. "Should we cum?" Her eyes sliced. "I mean, it'd be a mess."
He wasn't gonna whimper about it. His response was lethargic, still a little tired from last night. "I'll leave it up to you, I guess..."
"Mmmph... you could help you know..." With her free hand, she lazily drew in the air with her index. "Make a sexy face... like you're about to suck my cock..." He wasn't sure what that looked like, but he cranked his neck back and let his jaw hang, feeling a bit silly.
"Yeeeesss..." 18's voice came out husky as her pace picked up, a bit of a firmer grasp of her knuckle sandwich of ladyhood and manhood as the ingredients; the slick sound of their two cocks mating growing louder, but really from his perspective and despite it feeling good, it really just looked like 18 was jacking herself off.
Her top teeth sunk into her lower lip. The color of her pink cock began to turn flush and soon was alarm red. Her grip became a vice, and in near silence, he unleashed in a spurt that was smothered. Then she lunged forward violently. "Huuuuhhhnnnn..." Her eyes shut, her mouth hung agape as a groaning croak escaped her. He watched her living curve throb, examining every lightning bolt of a vein she had strain to get it out. Starting strong like a shotgun blast, he could taste the salt in the air as her frothy suds hit just below his chin, with flecks of her protein landing in his throat cavity as he inhaled. Her cockhead pumped rope after rope, burying his own kiddy pool in a tidal wave of white. After everything was said and done, it had more than just pooled -- it was an ocean. Awashed of his and her juices - though it was probably 10% his and 90% hers - he didn't dare move a muscle, hands thrown back like he had been gutshot.
"Haah... haah... haah..." Eighteen stood over him catching her breath, her intelligence slowly returning to her. She then slowly raised her hand, cresting some fallen strands of her hair back onto her head and over her ear.
18 never deflated, her dick flopping heavy against her thigh as she reeled herself off of him, and he watched a bit of her creamy drool about to escape the reddened slit, but she was quick, catching the dribble in her open hand, her wrist held in an askew underhang waiting for her doorknob sized glans to trickle out some more. Eighteen then walked off, a quiet patter of her barefeet against the wooden floor.
She returned, towel in hand. Just like last night, 18 pressed it to his crotch and wiped him down, a look of determination from bottom to top while he was redfaced, absolutely embarrassed, thinking 'not again'. She really didn't seem to mind mommying him, but he wanted to pull it out of her hand and do it himself -- which considering who he was dealing with, would have been stupid. Though that wasn't the real reason he was feeling all giddy on the inside.
It was her touch.
The kind that she never used to offer him before and that yesterday wasn't just a drunken fluke.
The kind that made him feel like more than 18 just owned him and was taking care of her property... he owned her too, in a way, because he was her gateway to pleasure.
Their session was mutual. They came together.
They were equals... right?
Yet that also had him worrying as she flipped over the towel and scrubbed him again.
Part of him always assumed 18 raped other men. Heck, even women probably got it from her too... IF she did that. Why wouldn't she? She had all the power. Who was gonna stop her? That made him secondguess even asking her this in the first place, and maybe it was a dog best left to lie. "Uhm, 18..." He assumed he had been given permission in her silence. "This might sound weird, but, when you go out... you don't... like... you know... with other guys?"
"You're my first and you'll be my last." There was stilted offense in her voice, but she tamped it down. "The idea of sex doesn't even interest me unless you're involved."
He blushed hard. Considering how much of a beast in bed she was, he almost didn't even believe her, but it was delivered in 18's usual no nonsense frigidity.
He had broken 18... and he kind of felt responsible for her now.
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There was a spring in his step that morning, as he made sure to see off 18. He leaned, looking expectantly. With a lone finger, she raised his chin and gave him a smooch. "Tonight. You. Me." It was cold. It was icy.
Yet he felt the blood rushing to his groin just thinking about it.
He lingered in the doorway, realising what he had condemned the Earth to, and he did it with a smile on his face.
18 is bad.
18. Bad.
... he wondered what she'd be wearing when she got back.
What was wrong with him? What was he doing? There was a 50/50 chance she'd have been the one killed instead of her brother that night.
From deep cloudy blues to shimmering blades of green, he had to squint.
Something walking. Something determined.
Then she stopped, the figure seemed to be pulling something from her side.
She took aim.
Oh.
She fired her pistol at him
He still couldn't believe he could just catch these things, resisting the kinetic energy in his fingers, letting it bounce around in his palm.
She lowered the still smoking cylinder, her jaw hanging
She shouted across the field. "You're... you're one of those androids, aren't you!?"
He reacted with shock, dropping the brass into the grass, never to be seen again. "No. I'm human like you!" He shouted right back, jumping down the porch with raised hands, as if she had the leverage.
"Humans can't DO that!" She protested. "Not even my dad when he was still alive."
"I was trained, to uh..." Even having to try and explain left him exasperated. He let out a deep sigh. "It's a long story."
She crossed her arms in front of herself. "I got all the time in the world." The black haired girl's face then soured as her stomach growled, and she held her sides trying to silence it. "Actually, I could... really use some food right now."
He showed Videl what little he had, but 18's meager leftovers weren't enough to satisfy her. He then showed Videl the fishing rods, and she took to them. He gave her his name as they cast out lines together, Videl showing him how to actually connect everything up. She didn't understand why he didn't know how, but shrugged it off. Videl actually gave him good seeming advice. "If it gets stuck, don't yank back too hard -- you might whip the bait and hook yourself, or worse-" She cast out again. "Me." She gave him a crooked eyebrowed smirk after saying that, as her attention quickly turned back to the water. Whirring plastic from the reel spun like a silver web line. Everything was all silent and serene until the croaking from her line. He watched intensely as she fought against the pull. "Whoa, hey!" Videl fell over onto her knees, overhanging on the edge of the wooden dock. With a wrench of her arm from below where he couldn't make out what she was doing, Videl triumphantly plucked out a two finned green fish that was almost as wide as her.
The thing was damn ugly. Having only eaten bits of fish from cans, he wondered where the good parts were. He jumped up as Videl dropped it from a great height. He sat back down gradually, no longer expecting it to flounder into his lap. He nudged out his reel, wondering if he had used the right lure. "So... what are you doing here?"
"Are you kidding me? Cities are complete wrecks. I figured islands like this would be sanctuaries in comparison - and look, I'm right." That's when she reeled in another, whipping the rod back and forth with precision. There was a weighty struggle, it's tail fin snapping some water into the white shirt of Videl's - before the fish finally stopped. It was a smaller fish than the previous one but it seemed like Videl had to put in more effort to get it. "Ah-ha! Got another one!"
Catching his own food was kinda... fun.
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Videl watched him, ready to make a move -- but his hands were like jelly, staring into the dead eyed expression of the fish. "What are you waiting for?"
His head snapped. "Hold on..." He picked up his fish knife.
His lips pursed.
What the hell do I do?
"No you don't have to cut the head off yet."
"Don't cut inside the fish, you need to scale it first."
"What are you- here."
Videl bumped into his side with her butt, as she took over the small prepping area. Her tongue cutely stuck out the side of her mouth as she focused in, her hand on the blade, the other on the fish, it's head displacing.
Videl pulled apart and cut off pieces that seemed important, but as she broke down and filleted the fish more, he understood more and more what she was doing. Careful not to get her gloves involved, her fingers scooped the guts from the inside of the fish, before tossing them onto the rest of the board. Despite her fingers being formerly contaminated with fish guts, he couldn't help but look fondly on them. Part of him even speculated that she wore those gloves because her hands would just look too nice to anyone who met her, and would make them think she's an easy target.
She then passed him the somewhat grey looking hunks of flesh his way. "Now fry 'em up." Her head tilted down in a cocky way. "You can do that, right?"
He snatched the plate with a playful eyeroll. "Yeah, yeah."
Fish flipped in a searing pan, and when Videl was done with the next set, she moved in behind him, cramping the station.
"Hey you two." Eighteen ventiliated the air right out of him.
NOW!? WHY!?
He stood, pensive, losing track of everything.
Videl didn't seem all that curious about the new visitor, still super hungry. "Oh! The fish is burning." Videl had to reach over behind his back to correct it for him with a another flip. Videl didn't seem to notice the examination she and him were undergoing from 18 as she silently crossed the room.
She gestured her finger solely at him. "Don't have too much fun."
"What are you doing here?" He asked in a deeply serious whisper.
"I... sensed, something." Android 18's eyelids sliced, a deathly look in what he could see, while Videl was thankfully busy.
But... Videl didn't have any powers as far as he could tell. Maybe she was just really good at hiding them... but then how did 18 pick up on her?
Her hand flew at him, and he expected the worst -- but she just brushed his chest, a smattering of something falling away. "Make sure to change after you eat." 18 turned on her heel, her finger still raised, hand on her hip, now walking away, not even introducing herself... which... was probably a good thing.
Videl watched Eighteen walk out of the house, Videl's fists pressed into her waist, elbows triangled out. "She seems nice." Videl's half smile belied her sarcasm. She then turned to him. "Is she your mom?"
It took all his willpower not to eyeroll her way, half covering his face in a stupor, feeling like he had just avoided disaster. "That's an even longer story."
Videl almost let it go, before dipping her head a little, her lips popping. "Is she your girrrrrl-friend?" She verbally poked him.
"NO!" He leapt up, his heart racing.
Videl could see it was a touchy subject. "Okay okay - was just asking."
"She uh..." He stared at his feet a moment, his best excuse making and lying working in his head. "She's kind of my caretaker. Thinks it's too dangerous for me to ever leave." There was an air of dishonesty that even he was sure Videl could pick up on, as he rushed his words in a speedier fashion than usual.
"Oooooh... I guess that makes sense..." He almost let out a sigh of relief thinking she had dropped it, but then she did a spinning turn. "But let's say things were back to normal on the mainland... she'd let you leave, right?" The girl asked with an eyebrow raised, seemingly worried about his arrangement.
"..." He felt so alien as he refused to make eye contact with her.
Videl threw her hands up, waving them in front of herself in a 'no' fashion. "Feh, fine. I get it. No more questions. Let's just eat."
She moved over the silver tray with all the fish they had caught and cooked, and she dished it out, dropping it in the center before falling back into her seat. Videl didn't reach for the forks and knives he had put out for them -- Videl instead ate with ferocity, nibbling her fish to the very bone. He hadn't even started yet. Was she that hungry or was this her normal way of doing things? She had this animalistic edge as she chowed down, not even blinking. "NAHM NAHM NAHM-" He didn't seem disgusted, instead, staring awestruck, not even knowing girls were capable of that. He picked up the recolored fish with restriped burn marks, also ignoring the utensils to be able to catch up to her efforts, the light flakiness odd yet good.
He struggled with a toothpick as he picked at his teeth for a broken off fish bone that got stuck.
Videl spoke through a covered mouth, worried about a potential burp that never came. "So what's next? Gonna water your garden?" Videl asked.
"I don't-"
"Or tend to your animals?" Videl seemed excited to see something cute. "I can help you with that stuff!" She stated with enthusiasm, after seeing the look on his face.
He kinda felt like a fraud. A fink.
Why didn't he think of a garden?
All he knew how to do was fight... and 18 showed him that, not very well either.
He tugged at his shirt. "I just kinda... stay in."
"All day?" She asked, looking a bit sad. He nodded, with shame. Videl redirected the track in her head. "Hey, why don't we explore the island?" She threw her thumb towards the front of the place. "I only just got here, but I didn't really check it out."
"I'm not really encouraged to leave in case she-"
She launched her seat back with a squeak, standing up firmly. "Aw come on, don't you want to explore this place even a little bit?"
Even he defied Bulma and Trunk's curfew a couple times.
But this was 18.
Breaking her rules could cost him his life. Or worse...
Hers.
But it was hard for him to look into her puppy dog ocean blues, twisting his arm from across the table.
He actually hadn't noticed her blue eyes before -- but they were a lot more full than 18's.
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He ran down the steps, his back a little stiffer, his pack secured with plinking bits of metal cookware and a sleeping roll tied to it's top. He lifted his hand over his brow trying to see through the window, the sun too bright and masking the interior. He wondered why Videl seemed to be taking a little longer with her stuff when it didn't seem like they needed much -- he even wondered if she was... pilfering things.
The outside door smacked open. "I hope you don't mind." She re-emerged from the house, looking very different. It was an obviously self-done chopped effort, yet it never managed to remove a shred of her cuteness.
Videl's twin pigtails were gone, her black hair shorter and a little spiky in short shaggy bangs. "Videl?" He asked stupidly, as if she had done something wrong. He had to mentally check himself. "... Why would I mind?"
She gave him a knowing tilt of her head, almost like she was asking if he was serious about the question. "Ahhhh." She ran her fingers through it and that nice tingley sensation after a haircut was still on her face; a couple of loose strands she had missed in her quick brushing falling through her knuckles. "No really, how does it look?"
"You look... different."
"Not different bad, right?"
He shook his head. "I don't think you could ever look bad." He then paused for a moment, tapping his chin. "But I didn't think there was anything wrong with your old look."
"What?" She threw her hands out in confusion. "I don't exactly have a mirror out there, and this just makes things easier."
He pointed over her shoulder. "But you had a mirror in there."
"Hey-" She jumped down the steps, glancing her hand upon his shoulder. "Shut up." Videl lowered her arm before looking over it, as she put on a quick toothy grin letting him know not to take it seriously as she stepped further past him. Videl then turned on a dime, hands open. "So. You know any good camping spots?" She rapped her fists over one another in a stack. "Yeah, you don't get out much." Videl then tilted her head up towards the sky, a bit of a squint due to the sun. Videl then shrugged, her tone nonchalant. "Alright, let's just walk around." Videl stared down the small path that lead down bumpy hills -- a well beaten path. She instead diverted her attention to a nest of dark swooping trees. She didn't even announce where she was heading, as he stumbled to keep up with her. He had to constantly duck branches that just glanced off the top of her short hair. He did his best to ignore shrubbery whacking against his knees, because Videl was doing it bare legged. Videl however didn't have the problem of feet, as his toes careened into solid wood roots - the insides of his shoes like a car without airbags or seatbelts.
Bursting through the thicket, Videl stepped onto familiar looking pathing, looking back proudly at him. "Shortcut." He just nodded along like it made sense. Her hands folded together, swinging them like she could use them as her own invisible skipping rope, the fingerless gloves almost looking like they were fully intact as she flexed them out.
Mapping out the island wasn't on his mind, particularly because she seemed to be bringing it up as she pulled on the back of her spats. Reaching into the skintight seam laid against her moistened skin, Videl hiked it up in a single tugging cinch, then let it snap back against her tight looking and cute butt. The light reflected off the shining black material and each of her constrained cheeks, which combined with the near suction like quality of the material, made her butt almost gel together into one big bubbling spot of oil, yet still having a bouncing quality to it as she walked with him on the trail. It took everything in his power not to slow down and try to consistently check her out; the almost vacuum seal quality making them seem even bigger than they were, their heart shape still standing out further over her slimmer lower half, giving her thighs a bit of shade.
Although it was a scenic walk, he kept looking over his shoulder, expecting something.
Someone.
"Why do you always look so nervous?"
"Me? Nervous? What."
It was nice to be around a girl he didn't have to walk with eggshells on.
Videl paused in place, raising a finger up to the sky, but more accurately, to the tree branches, and it looked like a scheme was brewing with a slight angling of her head. "Ya'hear that?" He tried to listen in, but couldn't pick up on anything. When he had turned back to her about to ask, she was already shimmying up a nearby tree trunk, finding every coarse knot to hook her fingers into and disappeared into the treeline above. Raising his hand, a shadow danced and transformed through the sun before he found her visually again. Turning her from pixels to color, Videl's feet swam through the air as she pulled herself along the branch.
With her firm legs wrapped around the limb, Videl swung hard, putting him on alert to catch her, but she didn't need it, as she flipped her top half down and toward him, reminding him of a scorpion. Her upside down face was too cute with a half smirk that looked like a playful frown. "Look what I found!" He offered to help her down, but she did it all herself, rotating in midair and then landing with a two footed 'huff'. With two big white eggs in her hands, her excitement faded, and now Videl oddly looked... verklempt, her forehead scrunched. She looked to them then glanced back to the tree where she had gotten them from. "Ooooh..." She had the face of a child dealing with her first moral quandary.
"Problem?"
"It's just... they're bird eggs, you know?" She pressed her knuckles of her free hand to her lips. "But they'll be so good in the morning..."
He could sense the way it was eating her up inside. "Well, we don't HAVE to eat them." His eyes motioned back up to where she had been up.
Videl closed her lids then inhaled sharply, clasping them softly. "No. That's okay. I like nature, but I like eggs a lot more."
A girl who felt responsible for her actions...
What a nice change of pace.
Despite being shorter than him, Videl was always ahead while walking, even while her vision was darting from place to place. He had to sprint sometimes just to keep up beside her, his backpack giving him some extra momentum while coming to sudden stops. Videl didn't even seem to notice, chatting with him about whatever. Videl spoke while distracted with her fingers, massaging her ring finger as they talked and walked, straying from random topics. Videl was like the total opposite of 18 -- she was cool and gregarious. She put a smile on his face just talking about stupid nonsense. "My last name's Satan. What about you?"
He gave his, then paused. "Hey, about your last name... something about it sounds familiar." He tapped his lip, like the answer was just on the tip. "Wait. Hercule? Hercule's your dad?"
"It's-no-big-deal! Gosh." Videl looked away, a hint of a blush forming before quickly fading.
He reacted with a swipe of the back of his head, a bit of nervousness in his response. "Sorry... it's just that... I don't really see it. You must take more after your mom."
Videl triangled her arms out from behind her head, her hands folded together in her dark hair, which made her girly biceps stand out a little more. "Hey, I might not be able to rip a phone book in half, but I got plenty of my father in me." She shadowboxed the air, then turned her attention to him, throwing the playful hits his way; his chin recessed as he dodged every one of her combos. "Hut hut hut - hiya!" He wasn't sure if he should have been impressed by the flurry or that he should just play along.
He put his guard down, and like he expected, so did she. "Hahah yeah I get it -- very fun."
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Their camping ground was set. Sleeping bags on opposite sides of a fire, trees nestling above them, the middle path a dirt road and where the pit was dug and setup.
Videl taught him a lot about survival things like that. Some of it he could guess, but others, she was a real help.
Once they were fully settled, there hadn't been peep between them, his legs crossed while she sat with her knees pressed to her chin, the orange glow giving them both an unsteady shading.
"The fires nice-" Videl winced, the smell of the burn getting to her. "But it reminds me too much of the city."
A question formed, one he was genuinely curious about. He was too young to see the worst of it, taken in by Bulma and Trunks. He didn't need to live in the way he imagined people did. Plus he had hopes for the continued survival of man in spite of 18, but once vending machines ran out of food... "What did you eat in the city to survive?"
"Rats. Lotta rats." She sunk her face into her palms, fingers below her eyes as she was still staring into the flames, a little more sad looking. "It sucked -- because I think rats are cute."
"You seem to have a problem with eating animals." He wasn't judging, he was just making a note of it.
She spat, looking less angry, but more passionate. "Of course I do -- but I'm also not a total idiot!" Videl's face then fell upon her wrist, her elbow pressed into her bare leg, as she seemed to ponder. "I just wish there was a better way..."
He then thought about what they had eaten earlier. "Wait, you didn't seem to have a problem with eating fish."
Videl was unflappable in her contradiction. "They're different."
He scratched his head. "How?" As ugly as it was, it was still staring up at him when it was laying on the dock.
She smacked the top of her knee with her fist. "Fish are dumb! They don't feel anything!"
'Are you sure about that?' Was what he wanted to ask -- but he knew pressing a woman about their beliefs was a non-winning play. He threw up his hand. "So what made you decide to come here?"
"I used to run with these desert people. They weren't some official group... just a lot of families with horse drawn caravans. Cities weren't safe because the Androids were always attracted to them." Videl shifted on the spot, a hand of hers hovering beside herself. "A lot of them were good." Videl ripped up some dry grass, an audible tear at the root, before she began tossing it piece by piece into the fire. "I never actually knew how inhospitable deserts were... you ever meet a dinosaur face to face?" He shook his head. "You can lose a lot of good people trying to hunt one of them."
"Why did you leave them?"
She reached into her mouth, scratching at her teeth. "Worse and worse people started joining, and not everyone could be kicked out fast enough... too many of the leaders just couldn't bring themselves to do it because expulsion in the middle of nowhere meant death." Videl then got extremely dour, staring at the ground, her voice on needles and pins. "There was... splintering. Nobody talked anymore... people leaving without letting the others know, which was kind of a problem because they had divvied up the supplies-" She sniffed and then swiped her nose. "General infighting." Videl let out an anguished breath. "... I couldn't stay." Videl then got skittish, her speech picking up with raised hands. "Look-hey, I wasn't trying to be a total bummer or anything. We're supposed to be having fun."
"No no, it's okay -- I appreciate it." He picked at the dirt underneath his finger nail, trying to seem casual. "It's been so long since this all started, that I forget what people have to live like."
Videl looked up to the heavens through the layers of trees before scanning back down. "Yeah, must be easy while in paradise." Videl scooched forward on her haunches, folded arms on her knees. "So really, who is that girl you're living with? I mean caretaker? Come on."
'Do it. Stop being a coward and just tell her you're living with an Android and to run away as far as she can get.'
"She's... uhm..." He swiped the back of his neck. "My sister." Whew -- it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It was a somewhat believable lie considering how protective she was of him.
Videl threw out a finger gun. "Hey they say the androids are brother and sister."
"You're not saying that I'm-"
She poked his stomach. "No, you're too soft to be an Android." She gave him a closed eyed and cheeky smile after saying that.
Videl then sprung up. His neck tilted, head up, totally enthralled with whatever she was gonna do next. "Hey, would it be okay if I moved my bed beside yours? You know... just to be safe." Before he could even answer, she had already slid it over the dirt and plopped it down.
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