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(A/N: Ok, it's time to see how 18 will react to losing the last member of her family.)
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Chapter 48: Awaken
For the rest of the day and straight into the night, 18 remained unconscious. Her night terrors, as the doctor called them, seemed to get worse, but she had yet to wake up. At times she seemed to be in pain, thrashing about wildly.
"Why hasn't she woken up?" Trunks asked his mother.
"It could be the fact that she's trying to come to terms with having met her only remaining family and then almost being killed by him." Bulma told him. "She just needs time to recover. Maybe you should go visit Korin and get some Senzu beans."
Trunks shook his head. "No, his whole supply was lost during our fight with Baby. He wouldn't have had time to grow more yet."
Bulma sighed. "Well, I would say to take her to Dende, but you're not supposed to move people with head injuries, even ones as strong as you guys."
Trunks' fist clenched. "That damn android. I wish he were here so I could destroy him again."
Bulma glanced at him. "You sure seem really concerned about her."
Trunks blushed slightly. "Well, uh, aren't you?"
Bulma crossed her arms and looked down at the unconscious android. "I guess. It hasn't been so bad having her around. Too bad she wasn't like this to begin with."
"Yeah, but I think things turned out for the best."
18 cried out in her sleep again. Her power crackled at the air around her, grasping the blanket tightly as it blew around in her energy field.
Bulma jumped back. "T-Trunks, better do something before she destroys the house."
Trunks nodded. This had happened a few times since she had fallen unconscious. It was almost as if she were fighting someone.
Holding his hands over her, Trunks unleashed a certain amount of energy, keeping hers from flaring out. This went on for a few minutes and then she went still again.
Trunks relaxed. "This is ridiculous. If she doesn't wake up by tomorrow, then I'm having Dende come here."
Bulma considered this for a moment. "Actually, that might not work. I'm no doctor, but I don't think any amount of healing can wake someone from a coma."
"I don't care!" He punched the wall, unintentionally making a hole in it. "I can't stand to see her like this!"
Bulma stared at him for a moment, surprised by his outburst, then sighed. 'I guess love does that to people.'
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The nightmares wouldn't stop. Most of them she couldn't remember, but the ones that she could didn't make any sense. Sometimes she thought she could hear Trunks talking to her, but his voice was lost in the darkness. The concussion she had sustained from 13 really did a number on her.
But unbeknownst to anyone, something was happening to 18. After her original accident, Bulma had made a very big mistake while examining her. She had been only looking at 18 as an android and had completely discredited her human parts, including her brain. Within it, memories were stirring up that had been wiped clean.
While the bolt of lightning may have erased all data from her data bank, her human half still remembered. Her human part had taken a backseat to her mind chip, remaining in a type of hibernation, allowing her programming to take over for the most part. But 13's blow to her head had brought forth the memories 18 had lost in the accident. The memories mixed with her memory bank, connecting her memories from before and after the accident.
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as she woke up. Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes widened in horror. She remembered, she remembered everything, from both before and after she was struck by lightning.
"Oh... my... god..." she muttered.
Jumping out of bed, she ran into the bathroom and got sick. This couldn't be. This had to be a bad dream. She felt disgusted with herself. How had she allowed this to happen?
"18? Is that you?" Trunks stuck his head in. "It is you! Thank goodness you're awake. I was really worried."
Wiping her mouth, 18 stared at him with burning anger. 'You... you son of a bitch! What the hell have you done to me?'
She was overcome with the urge to attack him. The only thing that stopped her was the realization that attacking him would be useless. He was far too strong for her.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. "You've been out for nearly two days."
18 was trembling with suppressed rage that she so badly wanted to unleash on him. 'No, it's been much longer than two days. I've been out for over a year.' And she realized that she needed him to think that. She knew that he had grown fond of her during their time together, but now that she remembered her past, he might destroy her.
"I... I..." She thought carefully about what to say to him, and settled on honesty. "I feel sick."
He nodded in understanding. "Then we should get you back to bed."
He reached for her and she recoiled from his touch. "Don't touch me!" she shrieked. "Get away from me!" She raised her hand. "Get away!"
She fired a blast of energy. Trunks caught it and was pushed out of the bathroom. 18 slammed the door and pressed her back to it. She hoped she hadn't overreacted.
"18, what's wrong with you?" he cried, knocking on the door.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, her voice bordering on hysteria. "I can't be around you right now!"
She waited, her heart racing. Several seconds of uneasy silence passed before she heard him sigh.
"All right." he said. "I hope whatever's wrong passes. Call me if you need anything."
She heard his footsteps as he left. Slowly she slid down the door, collapsing on the bathroom floor. When he had reached for her, she had just snapped. Those hands, those hands had touched her. Touched her in the most intimate of ways. Given her pleasure unlike any she could imagine. And she had touched him as well, doing things that brought them both to the highest points of ecstasy. She covered her mouth, feeling sick again. Good god, the things she had done.
"No..." she whimpered, rocking back and forth in a fetal position. "No, no, no, no. Not with him. Not with him!"
She yanked at her hair, screaming as loudly as she could. She lashed out at whatever she could reach. A kick shattered the toilet, her fists slammed into the mirror before crashing down on the sink. Whatever was in reach was destroyed.
'That bastard! That mother fucking bastard! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!'
She kicked the door down, her power flaring about her wildly. Then she stopped herself, remembering that she was no match for him. The thought that she couldn't do anything infuriated her to no end. With an angry cry, she picked up the bed and threw it out the window, sending it right through the wall.
That's when Trunks came bursting back into the room. And this time Bulma was with him.
'You bitch!' 18 thought upon seeing her. 'You're just as guilty as he is. You both took advantage of me! You used me! Manipulated me! I'll kill you both!'
Trunks was completely unaware of what was wrong with her. "What the hell are you doing? What's the matter with you?"
"Fuck you!" she shouted.
She took off, flying out of the hole she made in the wall from when she threw the bed. She flew straight up, stopping a few hundred feet in the air. Trunks and Bulma looked out the window. She was but a small speck floating in the air.
With a cry of rage, 18 shot a blast of energy into the sky. Screaming loudly, she repeatedly fired blasts of energy in the air, knowing it was all she would be allowed to do; Trunks would surely attack her if she started blasting buildings.
For over a minute she did this, watching as the sky lit up. Finally she let out an agonized howl of emotional pain and energy exploded from her body in a giant sphere of destruction.
Trunks finally decided to take actions. Flying straight up, he became a Super Saiyan Three. Raising his hands, he cried out loudly, unleashing a powerful shockwave. 18's explosion of energy kept coming, but it was held back by the saiyan.
Finally 18's power died down. She slowly began to descend from the sky. Trunks went up to meet her and found her weeping. Angry tears ran down her cheeks, and she looked on the verge of completely breaking down again.
"18..." he whispered soothingly, placing his hands on her shoulders.
She aggressively shrugged him off. "Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me!"
Afraid she would hurt either herself or someone else, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her still. "What's wrong with you? You've got to calm down."
She struggled against him. "Let go of me! Let go of me, you monster!"
'Monster?' Trunks thought in surprise. 'What brought that on?' He tightened his hold on her. "I can't let you go until you calm down."
She continued to fight him for a while, but then finally she settled down. Her body went limp in his arms and she began weeping again.
He loosened his hold on her, looking at her in concern. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
She elbowed him in the gut. Trunks grunted and let her go. She whirled around to face him, her cheeks wet with angry tears. "Just stay the hell away from me."
With that said, she took off. Trunks was concerned, but didn't follow her. After that tantrum she threw, maybe she just needed some time to be alone to cool off. But what had caused such a reaction from her? Was it a dream she had? He remembered waking up from night terrors back when he was still at the mercy of her and her brother.
Powering down, Trunks went and rejoined his mother on the ground. She gave him a completely bewildered look. "What the hell was that about?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe that blow to her head did more damage than we thought."
Bulma blinked. "But I did a scan of her and she seemed to be fine."
Trunks thought about it. "Maybe something 13 said really got to her. He did whisper something to her when she had him pinned down. I couldn't make it out, but she seemed really upset by it."
Bulma considered this. "Could she be upset that 13 is dead? I mean, I know he was an evil man, and she did say that she didn't consider him family, but he was still, in a way, family to her."
That could be it. She had been plenty upset when she found out that 17 had been her brother, and that he had killed him. But she couldn't remember 17. Perhaps having the only relative she knew of die, just after meeting them face to face, had set her off.
He glanced worriedly in the direction she had flown off in. "I'll talk to her about it when she gets back."
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18 flew around the world several times, still trying to comprehend what had happened to her. Things had been going on just as they always had with her and 17 destroying cities and killing people. Then Trunks shows up with a great deal more power than he had before and killed her brother. Then she gets struck by lightning and lost her memories. And like a na�ve child, she had believed everything Trunks and Bulma had said. She had even allowed them to reprogram her.
She knew the difference in the programming. She could feel it, but just like Dr. Gero's programming, she could easily ignore it. But still, the thought that they had attempted to control her like that infuriated her. They were no different from Dr. Gero, using and manipulating her as they saw fit. Damn them! Damn them both!
"I was such a damned fool." She said to herself. "Trusting them without thought or question."
She began pounding on her head, as if this could erase her stupidity. She cried out loudly and fired a blast of energy, completely disintegrating a mountain.
"Too bad I'm in an uninhabited area." She grunted. "I have a lot of killing time to make up." She looked up at the sky. '17, I swear I'll avenge you.'
She looked in the direction she sensed Trunks' energy in. What was she going to do about him? He was stronger than ever. She couldn't possibly take him. But she would get her revenge. She swore she would get her revenge.
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Several hours later, 18 returned. Trunks went out to meet her. Her hysteria seemed to have passed, but she still seemed angry. And when she saw him, pure hatred flashed across her face. Trunks hesitated a moment, then approached her.
"You feeling better?" he asked.
"Fuck off." She told him, and stormed past him.
Trunks was caught off guard by her language. He regained his composure and went after her. "18, you have to tell me what's wrong or else I can't help you."
"I don't want your help!
"18, please, I just want what's best for you."
She froze. Slowly she turned around and fixed him with a cold stare. "You want what's best for me? You want what's best for me? That's a laugh. You've been using me from the beginning."
Trunks eyes narrowed. "Is this about what 13 told you? I know he said something. What did he say?"
Her eye twitched. "What he said has nothing to do with it, but if you insist on knowing, he asked me if I was really going to kill the only family I had left."
Trunks had figured as much. "Is that why you're so upset?"
She stomped for foot, breaking the ground. "Are you fucking deaf? I just said that it had nothing to do with it. This is a personally matter. Now stay the hell away from me."
She stormed into the house, leaving Trunks outside. She didn't get far before running into Bulma. "So you're back."
"How observant of you." 18 muttered. "You really are a genius."
Bulma glared at her. "Hey now, you've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that! I don't care what's wrong with you, I won't let you talk to me like-"
18 raised her hand, a gathering of energy at the end of it. Bulma froze, seeing 18's hand just inches from her face.
"W-What... are you... doing...?
18's eyes harden. "Are you scared?"
"18!"
Trunks had entered the room, staring at the two of them. He looked at the frightened look on his mother's face, then at 18. She didn't look like she knew whether to cry out angrily or burst into tears. Her angry eyes were already wet, her quivering lip switching between a snarl and a frown.
18 lowered her hand and wiped her eyes. "I can't take this." she whimpered.
She sped up the stairs, going into the guest room since her room now had a big hole in it. Once she was gone, Bulma collapsed on the couch, her heart racing.
"What's gotten into her? Why's she acting like this?"
Trunks shook his head. "Something's really upset her. But hopefully she'll be back to normal by morning."
(A/N: It's finally happened. 18 has remembered her past. I hope you like angst, because things are about to get very angsty.)
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