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(A/N: I've been brainstorming ideas for another story for a while now, and I think I'm ready to start it soon. But don't worry, I won't neglect this story. I'll just have some extra work to do.)
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Chapter 45: Unmasked
No, Trunks hadn't been kidding. Even during his pathetic excuse of a fight, he had worked up an appetite, and was once again demonstrating the eating habits of a saiyan. 18 stood a short distance away, watching the plates pile up. She felt bad for the poor waiters, who had been absolutely terrified to see him return.
"You know," she said, "there are other people here. Leave some for them."
Trunks mumbled something while his mouth was full, making 18 frown in disgust. She shook her head, deciding that she didn't want to watch him pig out anymore. As she was about to leave, Jū San appeared in the doorway, pushing her out of the way as he entered.
"Pardon me, ma'am." He said, not sounding the least bit sorry.
18 stumbled back, letting him pass. The only reason she let him go by without saying anything was because he actually managed to push her. No one without a fairly large power level was strong enough to push her, but he had managed it just fine, and that concerned her.
Trunks was in the middle of gulping down soup, not even bothering to use a spoon. Suddenly the bowl shattered in his hands, splashing him with its contents.
"Yeow! That's hot!" he cried, getting a face full of piping hot soup.
Jū San chuckled. "Just tryin' ta get yer attention, city boy. I wasn' sure how else to pull yer mind away from yer grub."
Trunks rang out his wet shirt. "That wasn't necessary." He grumbled.
Jū San's eyes narrowed. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to ya, boy!" He kicked the table, sending it crashing into the wall. Trunks looked up at him irritably and Jū San smiled. "Now do I have yer attention?"
Trunks stood up, brushing scattered food off his clothes. "Yeah, so what do you want?"
Jū San chuckled. "Just wanted ta congratulate you on yer victory. You're power is quite impressive."
Trunks glared at him. "Wish I could say the same, but you didn't really fight."
"Nor did you, but I reckon I get the jest of it. I'm hopin' it'll be you and I in the next match. I'll really be lookin' forward to it." He glanced at 18. "Yer girlfriend over there would be a good warm up, but it's you and yer saiyan power that I want ter face."
Trunks was shocked by this. "Wait, how do you know about-"
Jū San laughed. "You'd be surprised what I know, boy. You best be ready when the time comes. Cause I ain't showin' you no mercy." He turned to leave. "And clean yerself up, boy. You got a bit o' somethin' right there. Excuse me, little lady."
"Watch it." 18 grumbled, stepping aside for him to pass. After he left, she turned back to Trunks. "What got into him? He's acting like a total jerk now."
Trunks shook his head. "No, I think he's showing us his true colors. He's shown us that he's not normal, so there's no reason to keep up the act."
"Then what's with the mask?"
Trunks shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe he just wants to remain anonymous. In any case," he looked at his stained clothes, "he's right, I should wash up. Guess I'll hit the showers." His stomach growled. "After I finish eating first."
18 fell over anime-style.
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As the hot water washed away the food that had ended up on him rather than in his stomach, Trunks thought about this Jū San person. He was an interesting, and, most likely, dangerous character. Whoever he was, this whole thing was a game to him. Trunks figured that he was only going by the tournament rules merely for sport. It was him the guy was really after.
'But why? I've never met the guy. What does he want with me? And how does he know so much about me? And he knows about 18 as well. He can't possibly sense her power, which means he knows about how strong she is in general. And if he's not concerned about her power at all, then that's definitely something to be worried about.'
But what worried him the most was the technique he used on his opponent. He'd never heard of an ability to knock out a person simply by touching them.
Well, there was this one person his mother had told him about. Some freaky mutant rabbit called Monster Carrot who had the ability to turn whoever he touched into a carrot. But this was nothing like that. Jū San hadn't used any special abilities. He'd simply touched his opponent and in a manner of seconds, the guy was out. Such a talent could make him dangerous to physically touch.
'Worst case scenario, I'll have to resort to energy blasts and be sure not to touch him.'
Someone else entered the shower area. Trunks heard their wet footsteps as they approached. He couldn't sense anything from them. Was it Jū San suppressing his power, coming in for a sneak attack?
'He's being too noisy to sneak up on me.'
Just then, a delicate hand touched his back. Surprised, Trunks turned around to find that 18 had joined him.
"What the? 18, what are you doing here?"
She smiled at him. "What, this is a public shower." She said, motioning to the other showerheads in the room.
"That's not what I mean!" he snapped. "This is the men's room."
She shrugged. "There's no one else in here."
"Someone can come in!"
She gave him a wicked grin. "I know, it's kind of exciting, isn't it? The thought of being caught."
"18!"
She snickered, stepping under the water with him, pressing her breast against his chest. "Relax, I locked the door. We won't be bothered."
He growled. "ANyone could still come in. They'd just need to have a janitor or someone unlock it."
She reached behind him and grabbed the bar of soap. "Then we better hurry."
She began running the bar of soap over his body. Any other time, Trunks would have been happy to have her bathe with him, but not in a public bathroom where they could be discovered. But as her soapy hands ran over his body, rational thought began to leave him.
Her hands slipped behind him and she traced the spot where his tail connected to his body, causing him to shiver. Trunks suddenly grabbed her hands, taking the bar of soap from her. Working up a lather, he began covering her in suds as well. 18 turned around and pressed up against him as his hands ran over her body. She sighed in content, leaning back against him as he washed her.
Dropping the soap, Trunks wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. She smiled and rubbed up against him, pressing her rear against his arousal. Trunks growled and began fondling her breasts as she ground against him. His tail curled around her waist, keeping her close, as she reached behind her to place her hands on the back of his head, holding his mouth against her neck.
"For someone who's so worried about being interrupted, you're sure taking you're sweet time." she teased.
He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. "So you want it fast and hard this time? I can do that."
Shifting them slightly so they were facing the wall, letting the shower run over them, he bent her over, and 18 placed her hands against the wall for support. Running his hands along her hips, he positioned himself at her entrance. 18 waited in anticipation, but he just continued to tease her.
"Damn it, Trunks, if you don't hurry up and fuck me I'm going to beat your ass!"
He complied with her wishes and thrust into her. 18 cried out loudly, her scream echoing throughout the room.
"Shh." Trunks shushed. "You don't want anyone to hear us."
She wiggled her hips, making him groan. He began thrusting against her, enjoying her tight wet heat. 18 bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out as she thrusted back against him. The feeling of him hot and throbbing inside her was incredible. Right now she was actually glad Jū San had been such a jerk so they could enjoy this moment together.
Trunks ran his hands up her back and grabbed her hair. 18 gasped as he held onto it, enjoying the feeling of him pulling on her hair as he thrusted into her. Perspiration formed on their skin, only to be washed away by the shower, the running water heightening their pleasure.
18 was unable to remain silent, and gasps and moans escaped her lips. She was so close. And based on Trunks' body language, she could tell that he was too as he emitted his own grunts and groans. But he was trying to make sure she got there first. She smiled and clenched her inner muscles, intent on winning this little game of theirs.
Their pace picked up to a frenzy. Trunks closed his eyes and clenched his teeth against the exquisite pleasure, unable to hold back any longer. 18's cries were driving him crazy, as was her clenching sheath. His body tensed up and he exploded inside her.
18 cried out loudly as her own climax hit. Her fingers pressed against the tiles and the entire wall cracked under her superior strength. Tiles shattered and the showerhead fell as the entire wall nearly broke apart. Both Trunks and 18 were oblivious to the damage they had done as they sank to the floor, panting and completely spent.
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The quarterfinals were basically a repeat of the previous round. The ordinary contestants fought with what would be considered good skills by regular human standards, while Trunks and 18 easily overpowered their opponents without hardly lifting a finger. Jū San displayed the same talent that he used earlier, rendering his opponent unconscious by simply touching them.
When the lineup for the semifinals was revealed, Trunks would end up facing the regular human while 18 faced Jū San. Regardless of who made it to the final round, it promised to be a good match. But the fact that it would be 18 fighting Jū San worried Trunks. He didn't like the idea of her facing such a mysterious opponent with unknown strength, regardless of how powerful she was.
After Trunks quickly disposed of his opponent, it was time for 18 to face Jū San. Finally they would see what kind of power the mysterious fighter possessed. As she prepared to enter the ring, Trunks pulled her aside to have a private word with her.
"Don't underestimate this guy, 18." He warned. "He's not normal."
"Thank you, captain obvious." She muttered. "He may be strong, but he can't be stronger than me. I'll deal with this quickly, then the two of us can prepare for our match."
Even though she sounded confident, she was still wary. She remembered how Jū San was able to push her, and the strength behind that push. She would be careful when she faced him.
As the two entered the ring, the announcer did his duty of announcing the next fight. "Allllll right! The time has come for the second round of the semifinals! This time it will be Jū San fighting 18! I know we haven't seen much action from them in the last few rounds, but this one promises to be an exciting match! So, without further ado, let the match begin!"
The two contestants stared each other down. Both of them seemed to be waiting for the other one to make a move. But while 18 was on her guard, Jū San seemed to be completely relaxed.
"Are you planning to fight?" 18 asked.
Jū San chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about that, little lady. Not only do I intend ta fight, but I intend ta win. I'm simply savorin' the moment."
18 glared at him. "I don't know who you are, or what you're capable of, but it would be foolish to underestimate me."
Jū San motioned for her to come at him. "Then lets give these here people their moneys worth."
"As you wish."
She flew at him, covering the distance between them in under a second. Jū San suddenly disappeared just before 18 landed a punch. She froze in midair, surprised. Jū San slammed into her from the side. 18 slid across the ground, then quickly jumped up right before Jū San jump-kick landed would have her, breaking the arena floor instead.
18 hovered in the air, looking down at him curiously. That had been sudden. Whoever Jū San was, he was fast. Being more cautious, she flew down towards him, kicking out. Jū San blocked the kick, much to her surprised, then buried his fist in her gut.
18 went flying backwards, stopping herself before she fell out of the ring. So Jū San was even stronger than she thought. What other tricks was he hiding up his sleeve?
Jū San charged at her. She came at him as well, and an explosive fight broke out. 18 dropped down and kicked his feet out from under him. Jū San turned his fall into a back flip, jumping a safe distance away, then speeding towards her again. His fist slammed into her jaw, and she grunted in pain before throwing her own punch.
Jū San caught her fist, smirking. Suddenly an unusual and unpleasant feeling overcame 18. She'd made the mistake of letting him get a hold of her.
"Somethin' wrong, 18?" he asked. "You look a little pale."
In response, she jumped up and slammed both feet into his chest. He lost his grip on her and went flying backwards. 18 decided to resort to an energy blast. Not sure how he would hold up against such an attack, she held back.
Jū San suddenly flew straight up in the air, avoiding the attack. 18 looked up at him with interest. So he knew how to fly too. That changed a few things.
But flying wasn't the only thing he was capable of. Raising his hand, he fired a series of energy blasts. No longer surprised by his fighting skills, 18 took to the air, dodging the energy blasts as she flew towards him. She collided with him, slamming her elbow into his face. Jū San went flying backwards and 18 appeared above him. Doing a flip, she kicked downward, sending Jū San crashing to the arena floor.
As the dust cleared, 18 landed a safe distance away. Jū San rose to his feet and emerged from the dust cloud. The crowd stared at the contestants with open shock. That is, until the realization that they were witnessing an incredible battle finally sank in and they began cheering.
The announcer was used to seemingly supernatural fighting, but this went beyond anything he had witnessed. The cheering crowd eventually brought him out of his dazed state and he resumed his job.
"Now that's what I'm talking about! Didn't I tell you folks that these two were holding back? And this match his just getting started!"
18 and Jū San completely ignored the others. "Pretty impressive." Jū San admitted. "You're better than I thought."
"You're pretty good too." she told him. "I knew you were hiding your real power."
Jū San snickered. "You've no idea what I'm really capable of. In fact, you're not even a match for me. The real person I wanna face is yer boyfriend over there."
His gaze shifted to Trunks, who was watching the battle with a hard look on his face. Jū San really puzzled him. Who was the mysterious fighter? Where did he come from? And what was he truly capable of?
"I'll admit," said 18, "you do have more power than I thought you would have. But if you think you're a match for Trunks, then you're crazy."
Jū San chuckled. "You're just sayin' that cause you don't know how strong I really am. Well, allow me ter demonstrate my real power."
With a cry, his power flared up around him. The arena floor cracked under his might as a powerful aura surrounded him. It was clear that he was very strong, but neither 18 or Trunks could sense anything.
"How are you able to hide your power even while you're unleashing it?" she demanded.
Jū San chuckled. "You mean you haven' figured it out yet? Come on, little lady, just think about it fer a moment and you'll figure out who good ol' Jinzōningen Jū San really is."
From the sidelines, Trunks' eyes narrowed as the name started to make sense to him. "Wait a second… Jinzōningen Jū San… That translates to-"
18 gasped. "Android 13!"

(A/N: Yes, it's 13, though that should have been obvious from his accent. Although he wasn't popular in the voting, I thought he was a necessary villain, since the Mirai timeline is mostly about the androids. Also, he is the last of 18's official family. And what of 14 and 15? Are they there as well? Things are going to start to get very interesting soon. Of that I can promise.)
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