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(A/N: Seems like a lot of people liked what I did last chapter. Super 17 was the last of the villains in my story. Sort of. You'll see what I mean next chapter. Originally, the only villains I was going to have were Cell, Luud, Baby, 13, and Super 17, but thanks to you all, my story went beyond that, so thanks. Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it.)
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Chapter 54: The Wish
Trunks was already several miles away when he heard it. The deafening boom of the bomb going off. He turned around to see an enormous mushroom shaped cloud. Fire consumed everything, covering over miles and miles of land. From space, one would think that the Tree of Might had once again taken root on the planet.
"18!" Trunks cried, but his scream was completely drowned out by the explosion
The shockwave hit him, sending him flying. Trees and rock formations were blown over by its intensity. Trunks came crashing to the ground, slamming into other objects that also came down from being blown away.
Pushing rocks and other things aside, Trunks sought out fresh air. He reached the surface, breathing heavily, his whole body aching terribly, with an annoying ringing in his ears that blocked out all other sounds.
"18!" he called, unable to hear his own voice over his ringing ears.
She was gone, and so was Super 17. Everything that had been caught up in that explosion had been totally obliterated. Only the still rising mushroom cloud remained.
"18, no..."
He slammed his fist into the ground, creating a large crater, though it was nothing compared to the one 18 left behind when she exploded.
"Why? Damn it, why? Why'd you have to go and do something like that?"
It was a rhetorical question. He knew why she had done it, knew that it had indeed been their only chance. But why, why did things have to be this way? It just wasn't fair.
"You said you loved me." he whispered, tears running down his cheeks. "How dare you die now before I got the chance to say it back. How dare you!"
A shockwave burst from his body, very weak compared to what he could do at full power. But his low power didn't even register to him. He felt lost, abandoned, betrayed.
That's when he suddenly remembered the other thing she had told him. "You remember. But how? That shouldn't be possible. It couldn't be true. The original 18 would never have been so noble. And what of the past two months?"
I love you.
Was that why, because she loved him?
Loved him, ha! That was a laugh. The evil android 18 wasn't capable of love. She was capable of only death and destruction.
'Oh my god, I've been fucking the evil android 18.'
But she hadn't done anything to harm anyone, not even after regaining her memories. Had her time of memory loss changed her somehow? Had friendship and acts of kindness affected her the same way it had with Piccolo and his father? He didn't see how it was possible. She had been too heartless.
But heartless people didn't sacrifice themselves for everyone. Not only did she save everyone at the cost of her own life, it had been her own brother she had taken down, the only person she ever cared about in her darker days.
This was all very confusing. He had believed that the old 18 was gone forever, and that this new one had taken her place. Actually, now that he thought about it, the two weren't all that different. The only real difference between the two had been that one was a killer and the other wasn't. Other than that, they had thought and acted exactly the same.
Had it been the programming his mother had installed? Was that what prevented her from going back to her wicked ways? No, probably not. After all, she had told him that her programming didn't matter to her. She had killed merely because she wanted to. She could defy her programming if she chose to.
Had she been playing him for a fool? She must have known that she didn't stand a chance against him. So had she just been pretending to still be good until she could take him out? No, if that were the case, he would have been dead long ago. She had countless of opportunities to do away with him, yet she hadn't.
"Damn it!" he shouted. "Which one is the real you?"
"Is it really that hard to figure out?"
Trunks blinked. "Goku?"
"Come on, Trunks, you know her better than that. She's not the same anymore. She's changed."
Trunks' eyes narrowed. "She's a ruthless killing machine."
"So was your father once. If she was really bad, she would have killed you while you slept. She would have joined her brother again. She wouldn't have given her own life to save you and everyone else. Instead she betrayed her only family and sacrificed herself to keep everyone safe. If that doesn't classify someone as a good guy, I don't know what does."
Trunks growled. "I'm not like you, Goku. I can't give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I can't just forgive and forget."
"Aw, come on, why not? You forgave her when she forgot her past, why can't you forgive her when she regrets it?"
"Goku... I... I..."
"Trunks, I know how you feel. She put you through hell. But you've also seen her good qualities too. She willingly left her bad ones behind." He sighed. "I can't tell you what to do Trunks, but you know the right answer. Don't classify her as two separate people. She's just 18. Ignore what she's done in the past and look at who she is now."
Trunks' fists clenched, crushing the gravel in his palms. There was a war raging on inside him between the love and hate he felt towards her. This was perhaps the most difficult decision he'd ever had to make, and he wasn't even sure what he was trying to decide.
"You have time." Goku told him. "Just think things over carefully for a while. Go gather the Dragon Balls and fix all the damage Super 17 caused."
"The Dragon Balls? But what about the shadow dragons?"
"Hey, don't worry about that. You have wishes to spare before they're born. And I definitely think that this falls under the emergency category."
Trunks had to agree with that. "All right, Goku, I'll go get the Dragon Balls and think on things carefully."
The smile on Goku's face was evident in his voice. "Good luck, Trunks. I know that you'll make the right choice."
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Trunks stood on Kami's Lookout beside his mother, Dende, and Mr. Popo. Lying at their feet were the seven magic Dragon Balls, each one flashing in sync with the other. As things stood, twelve more wishes could be made before the negative energy caused the Dragon Balls to crack and give birth to the shadow dragons.
"So, after these wishes, we'll only have ten more uses." Said Trunks. "We'll have to be more careful in the future."
Bulma crossed her arms. "Let's just hope that nothing like this ever happens again."
"It won't." Dende told her. "I spoke to King Yemma himself. He assured me that nothing like this will ever happen again."
"Well that's good, but I was talking about having more evil freaks becoming bent on either ruling or destroying the universe. There's certainly no shortage of bad guys out there."
Trunks glanced at her. "That may be true, but it's up to us to deal with them without relying on the Dragon Balls. I'll make sure to become strong enough so I'll be able to stop anyone who attacks us before the Dragon Balls are even needed." He looked down at the magic orbs. "But this time they are. Would you like to do the honors?"
Bulma shook her head. "No, I think you should do it this time."
Trunks nodded. "All right. Here I go." He held his hands over the glowing spheres. "Eternal dragon, I summon you now! Come forth, Shenron!"
For a moment, everything was silent. Then the sky turned black and thunder rumbled, though there were no clouds in sight. Lightning flew across the sky, seeming to be attracted to the Dragon Balls.
All seven balls began to glow brighter. Light consumed them, growing in intensity. And finally, a large golden figure burst up from out of them. It grew to a massive height and began to take on an actual form.
Then, all at once, the light vanished, and Shenron, the eternal dragon of Earth, was now floating in the sky in all his glory. He rumbled in mild annoyance at having been disturbed and glanced down at the small figures on the Lookout.
"You have collected all seven Dragon Balls! Speak now! Why have you summoned me?"
Feeling slightly intimidated by the enormous creature, Trunks struggled to find his voice. "Um, yes, uh, Shenron. Please bring back to life everyone who was killed by Super 17."
Shenron grumbled lightly and his eyes began glowing. A few seconds passed and he announced that he was finished. "Your wish has been granted!"
A smile broke out on Trunks' face. "They're all back? 18 too?"
Shenron's eyes narrowed slightly. "No, the one called 18 has not been brought back!"
"What?" Trunks cried. "How come?"
The dragon growled impatiently. "You asked me to bring back everyone killed by Super 17. She was not one of them. 18 took her own life."
"No..." Trunks whispered, unable to believe that he hadn't taken that into account. He'd finally made the decision to bring her back, but now he'd gone and blown it due to a technicality. He hung his head in despair. It was like losing her all over again. "I can't believe I messed that up."
Shenron sweat-dropped. "Look, I sympathizes, but I haven't got all day! Will you hurry up and make your second wish!"
"Yeah, we better." said Bulma. "Super 17 certainly did a lot of damage to the planet. We need to fix it all."
Trunks glanced at her. Yes, naturally this would have been the second wish, but that would mean 18 would stay dead. He wouldn't even be able to wish her back the following year because she would have been dead for too long.
"Hey, Shenron!" he called. "Do you think you can give us two more wishes?"
The dragon growled in annoyance. "No, only one more wish may be granted!"
"Aw, come on, please. Can't you give us three wishes now and only one the next time you're summoned?"
"It is not up to me!" Shenron told him. "I do not have the power to grant more than two wishes at a time! Only one more may be granted this summoning! Now tell me you're second wish; you are trying my patience!"
Trunks growled. He wanted 18 back. But he had to think about everyone else too. The fight with Super 17 had caused a great deal of damage. Thousands, maybe even millions, of people were now homeless. Could he really leave them to live on the streets for his own selfish desires?
'And what of 18? She'll stay dead. She made up for her mistakes, even sacrificed herself to stop all the killing. She deserves to be brought back.'
The silence he received was beginning to annoy Shenron. He was not a patient dragon. "Are you planning on making a wish, or not?"
Bulma looked at her son. "Come on, Trunks. You know what you have to do. The people need our help. 18 wouldn't want them to suffer."
A sad smile broke out on Trunks' face. No, she wouldn't want the people to suffer, and he didn't either. But without 18 in his life, he would suffer. What his mother had warned him about had happened. He and 18 had Bonded. His body now recognized her, and only her, as his mate. But it was more than that. He now knew how to respond to 18's confession.
This just wasn't fair. He'd done so much for the planet. He'd risked his life numerous of times, been beaten until near death more times than he could remember, undergone intense training so he could get stronger, all for the sake of the planet and its people. Didn't he deserve something in return?
"I'm still waiting!" Shenron growled irritably.
Bulma rested a hand on her son's shoulder. "It's time, Trunks. Make the wish."
Trunks nodded and looked up at the dragon. "Shenron, I wish for you to..." he hesitated, "bring 18 back to life!"
"About time!" Shenron grumbled, his eyes flashing. "It is done! My duty to you is now finished! Until the next summoning! Farewell!"
Beams of light shot out of the Dragon Balls, surrounded Shenron until he was engulfed in light once again. Then the light vanished, and with it, so did the mighty dragon. The seven Dragon Balls floated up in the air and then shot off in different directions, scattering across the planet.
That was it. The wish was made. Trunks immediately took off, flying down from the Lookout and disappearing from view.
"Trunks, wait!" Bulma called, but he was already gone. She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "That's just great. Now what are we supposed to do about all the destruction?"
Dende glanced at her. "Well, I can always contact my people and ask them to use their Dragon Balls to fix the damage."
Bulma blinked, staring at him for a moment before she became angry. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Dende recoiled from her anger. "Why didn't you ask?"
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Trunks flew towards the location 18 had self-destructed. 18 would be there; she had to be. Shenron had told him that his wish had been granted, and if an eternal dragon said something, then it must be true.
Yes, he had used the wish on her. He knew it was selfish, but he did it anyway. Humanity had survived in harsh living conditions for over twenty years. They could wait one more. It was time for him to get something in return for his services.
He came upon the massive crater left behind from the explosion, so deep that the bottom couldn't even be seen. She must be down there somewhere.
He stopped flying and froze in midair. No, she wasn't down there. She was standing on the edge of the giant hole, looking down into its darkness. He quickly dropped down from the sky, landing a few feet behind her.
"18?" he asked hesitantly.
She slowly turned around. She stared at him in silence for a few moments. "Trunks..." He reached for her, and she gasped as he pulled her into his arms. 18 seemed surprised, but then her arms slowly circled him as well. "You really did it. You really brought me back."
He gently stroked her hair as he continued holding her. "You didn't think I'd let you stay dead, did you?"
She looked down. "After telling you that I regained my memories, I did have my doubts."
"That's in the past." He told her. "This is now. Besides, I never got a chance to answer your confession."
A small smile crept up her face as tears threatened to fall. "After King Yemma sent Super 17 to Hell, he made me wait at the Check In Station while you gathered the Dragon Balls. He said he was certain than you would bring me back, and so there wouldn't be any point in judging me yet." She wiped her eyes. "He also said that as long as I kept behaving myself, I wouldn't be sent down below."
Trunks grinned. "So no more killing people, right?" he teased.
She hit his arm. "That's not funny, you jerk." She snapped. Then a playful grin crept up her face. "Killing is boring now anyway. Besides, something else will be occupying my time."
"What do you mean?"
She stepped back. Taking his hand, she placed it on her stomach. "When you wished me back, you brought someone else back as well."
Trunks' eyes widened in astonishment. "You mean you're... but how?"
She smiled. "I may be an android, but I'm still part human." She frowned. "You're not upset, are you?"
He was unable to take his hand away from her stomach. "Only because you didn't tell me sooner."
"I only found out the day my brother came back. I didn't have a chance before..." She pushed aside such dark thoughts. "Do you think your mother will approve?"
"As if I care." He said, his hand leaving her stomach to touch her face, his thumb tracing her lips. "I've got my mate back, and we'll be starting a family. What else could I want?"
He suddenly kissed her. 18's eyes widened in surprise, but she immediately kissed him back. There was something different about it this time. This time it really was them; the real 18 kissing the mighty saiyan. And he was aware of who she was as well, and didn't care.
They ran their hands over each other's bodies, needing to get closer, to know that this was real. And with no one around for miles, they didn't have to worry about privacy.
"This will be the first time between the two of us." She told him. "The first time when both of us are aware of who I am."
"I know." He gave her a serious look. "Do you want to stop?"
She glared at him. "Do and I'll kill you."
With that, she tore open his shirt and began dragging her tongue up and down his chest. Clothes fell away until they were completely bare with 18 wrapped tightly around his body. Trunks slowly brought them down, neither one caring about the rough hard ground beneath them.
Rolling them over so she was on top, 18 straddled her saiyan lover, looking down at him with a hungry look in her eyes. Lifting herself up, she slid down on him, causing him to hiss and her to sigh. It was like truly coming home.
Dragging her nails across his chest, 18 moved on top of him, causing both of them moaned loudly. Trunks reached up to grab her breasts, but she seized his wrists and pinned them to the ground. Smirking, she trailed her tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping it playfully.
"Lets try something new." She told him. "It will be like it's really our first time that way."
Trunks wasn't one to object. "What'd you have in mind?" When she whispered her request in his ear, he gave her a surprised look. "You mean it?"
"I said so before."
"I thought you were kidding, plus you were different back then."
She just chuckled. "I told you I wasn't kidding. And I was still the same person, I just forgot a few things." She nuzzled him affectionately. "So what are you waiting for?"
Climbing off him, she got on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at him. She looked so incredibly sexy like this. Trunks immediately moved behind her, grabbing hold of her hips.
"This might hurt." He warned her. "I'll go slowly."
She gave a snort of laughter. "Don't bother. I've gone through much more pain than this."
"I still don't want to hurt you."
She growled impatiently. "Will you just fuck me already!"
He complied, placing his hardened length at the entrance of her anus and pushing in. 18 cried out, sucking in a mouthful of air. With nothing to grab onto, her fingers dug into the hard ground, shredding through rock and dirt. It had hurt more than she expected.
"18?"
"Don't stop." She told him. "I want to feel it. Keep going."
Trunks hesitated a moment before pulling out and pushing back in again, causing the android to cry out. He was afraid of hurting her, but she insisted that he continued.
Gripping her hips, he built up a rhythm, earning him gasps and moans from his mate. She was so incredibly tight, and her insides were so smooth. It was a different experience, but equally as pleasurable.
18's painful gasps slowly faded away to become groans of pleasure. The pain was slowly leaving to be replaced with an incredible feeling. It felt good, very good. Different from usual, but wonderful all the same. They would definitely have to do this more often in the future.
Matching his rhythm, she thrusted back against him as he thrusted forward. Reaching back, her fingers found her wet opening, providing her with added pleasure. She could feel him moving inside her with the layer of skin that separated them. It sent shivers down her spin.
Mounting her, Trunks wrapped his arms around her and massaged her breasts. He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he'd be damned if he finished before she did, and he tried his best to hold himself back. He cried out loudly, unconsciously powering up to Super Saiyan Three, and his length grew longer and thicker inside her.
It proved to be 18's undoing. Her whole body trembled, hardly able to hold her up, as an orgasm tore through her. Seconds later, she felt Trunks explode inside her, and they both collapsed, panting heavily.
"Wow." Trunks muttered, once he found his voice. "That was intense."
"I'll say." She agreed. "We'll have to do it more often." A slight frown crossed her face. "That is, if you mother lets me stay."
"Why wouldn't she?"
18 rolled her eyes. "You have to ask?"
He held her tightly, placing a kiss to the back of her neck. "I don't care what she thinks or says. I'm not letting you go. I love you, 18."
She felt tears creep up in her eyes at those words. "That's all I need."
(A/N: There will be more. I've got an epilogue coming up showing how things turned out between the two of them and a few other characters. There will also be a brief appearance of a villain, so look forward to that. There will also be some surprises that you won't want to miss, so stay tuned for the final chapter.)
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