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The Android's Toy
By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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- 1-The Android's Toy
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(A/N: WARNING! Ok, so this one was pretty uncomfortable to write, but that was kind of the point. I'm pushing the boundaries on my writing, primarily with these lemon writing challenges, and exploring new areas, even the ones that REALLY take me out of my comfort zone. I don't know if any of you read the one in my Prison School fic, but things took a rather dubious turn in it, so I decided to try and seriously push those boundaries and my comfort zone further, and that's where this one came from. Trust me when I say, there's nothing dubious about this one, it's straight up non-con, so if that's not your cup of tea, I'd advise leaving now. But if you're interested in seeing how my attempt at this went, well then, read at your own risk, because you've been warned. It's entirely experimental on my part, and it has themes in it that I'm sure will make people, myself included, uncomfortable and upset, so consider this your heads up.)
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"THE ANDROID'S TOY"
They were making sport of him again. It was the same thing every time they fought. They always toyed with him. Even after he managed to become a Super Saiyan, they were still too strong for him. So much for the legend.
Not that the form didn’t drastically increase his power, by fifty times according to his mother’s calculations, but Androids 17 and 18 were simply too strong. Dr. Gero had really gone for overkill when designing their strength. But even in the instances where he did start to get the upper-hand, the fact that he was outnumbered always compensated for that. Not to mention their never-ending supply of energy.
Perhaps fighting them like this wasn’t the best idea. After all, he knew there was a very good chance that he could be killed; sometimes he was surprised that he hadn’t been. He couldn’t afford to let that happen though, and it wasn’t simply because of self-preservation. For not only was he the last line of defense for the planet, but there was a very important mission waiting for him. Once his mother completed the time machine, he needed to go back in time to warn everyone about the coming of androids to give them time to prepare for their arrival, not to mention give Goku the heart medicine. And he couldn’t exactly do those things if he was dead.
But he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing while they continued their destructive rampage of murder and mayhem. Besides, every time he was beaten down by the sadistic duo, he got a little stronger thanks to his Saiyan genes. It never seemed to be enough though, and there was always the risk that each battle could be his last. And if worst came to worst, his mother could be the one to go back in time to deliver the warning and medicine instead, though when that time came, she wouldn’t be able to help them fight, not to mention how else her presence might alter time.
But again, he couldn’t just do nothing while people were being killed all around him. The androids had already mercilessly slaughtered billions of people across the world, and were simply enjoying hunting down the survivors. How could he not step in and try to save as many people as he could? Especially when there was no Dragon Balls to bring them back ever since Piccolo had been killed, and by extension Kami.
So much death, so much destruction. And for what? The sick amusement of a couple of psychopaths who got off on pain and terror. Trunks didn’t know how anyone could possibly be so evil, but the androids had been a constant threat hanging over him his whole life, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere before he was even a year old.
Had he or his mother known where Dr. Gero’s lab was, then he would have just cut out the middle man during his planned trip to the past and pay him a visit instead, eliminating the threat at its source rather than rely on Goku and his friends to stop the murderous androids when they appeared. They would have three years to prepare; hopefully that would be enough time. And Trunks would be there to help them fight as well when the time came.
Until then, he would just have to do his best to stay alive, and maybe get lucky and be able to destroy the androids in this timeline in the meantime. Though, from the looks of this fight, that wasn’t going to happen. He was currently losing the battle, again, his energy rapidly depleting. Fighting against one of them was tough enough, but two at once was pretty much impossible.
That didn’t stop him from trying though, and he raised his hands to fire a blast of energy in the form of a Masenko, one of the moves his friend and master, Gohan, had taught him. It flew towards Android 18 as she came at him, but she used her superior speed to seemingly disappear out of the attack’s path, then reappeared in front of him.
He let out a gasp of surprise, though he wasn’t sure why, having seen such displays of speed from the two androids more times than he could count. And then, just as quickly, her hand shot out, her open palm slamming into his face, knocking him back. He managed to halt his momentum, but before he could recover from the blow, she was in front of him again, and kicked him straight up into the air.
Not one to be left out, Android 17 appeared in the air above him. As Trunks flew up towards him from 18’s kick, the dark-haired android balled his fists together and brought them down. Trunks immediately shot towards the ground, crashing into it with such force that a crater was left behind.
Groaning in pain, the half-saiyan began dragging himself out of the crater, unable to muster up the energy to fly out. As he pulled himself up onto the edge of the crater, two pairs of feet settled down next to him, and he looked up into the cruel faces of 17 and 18.
Resembling a handsome young man and a gorgeous young woman, the former black-haired, the latter blonde, Trunks knew that monsters hid behind those pretty faces. The cruelty they were filled with was reflected in their eyes, eyes that haunted his nightmares, revealing the evil beneath the surface. They were smiling at him, their smiles lacking any warmth, just amusement at having once again beaten him to a pulp.
“And the spawn of the Prince of Saiyans goes down again,” 17 remarked with a mocking smirk. “You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now.”
“Must be that saiyan pride,” 18 replied, looking equally as amused. “The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Guess you’re right. I suppose another lesson is in order.”
The ‘lesson’, as 17 called it, involved delivering a powerful kick to Trunks’ side, sending him crashing through the destroyed remains of a toppled over building and coming out the other side. He skidded across the ground, tearing up a groove in the street, before coming to a stop. His strength finally failed him and he lost his hold on his Super Saiyan form, his spiky, golden hair reverting back to its natural lavender color.
“Looks like you knocked the Super Saiyan right out of him,” 18 remarked as she and her twin flew over.
They landed beside him, and 17 smirked in amusement. “Yeah, and you’d think he’d be smart enough to stop challenging us since he’s not a natural blonde.”
18 glared at him. “That better not have been a dumb blonde joke.”
“Chill out, sis, you know we’re the exception to these humans. They’re weaknesses don’t apply to us.”
Then, just to torment him further, 17 placed his foot down on Trunks’ leg and began applying pressure, stopping just short of breaking it. The half-saiyan cried out as his leg was crushed, and the cybernetic siblings smirked at his pain.
“Geez, would you listen to that lung power,” 17 commented. “Maybe you should have been a singer instead of a fighter.”
“Not that we left enough people alive to attend any of his concerts,” 18 added, getting in on the joke.
“You said it, sis.” He pointed a finger at Trunks, and a ball of energy appeared at the tip. “What do you think? Should we just kill him this time?”
18 crossed her arms, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know. Ever since we killed Goku Jr., he’s been the only one who can give us a decent fight.”
Trunks glared at them furiously. “His name was Gohan!”
17 ground his foot down onto his leg, making Trunks cry out again. “You might want to keep your mouth shut. Your life literally depends on it right now.” He looked back at his sister. “So, what do you think? Kill him? Don’t kill him?”
18 sighed. “It’s a touch choice. Without him, we lose a source of entertainment. It’s not like there’s anyone else who can provide us a challenge.”
17 nodded in agreement. “Yeah, but he does interfere with our fun a lot.”
This time 18 nodded. “True, but again, if we lose him, that’s it, no more good fights. And I enjoy a good fight sometimes. Unless you want to go a few rounds with me every now and then.”
17 scoffed. “No, I just don’t have it in me to hit a pretty face that looks so much like mine.”
“Narcissist.”
“And proud of it.” The ball of energy disappeared as he lowered his hand and removed his foot from Trunks’ leg. “Looks like luck is on your side, bowl cut. You live to fight another day. Just make sure you keep us entertained, otherwise we’ll end you just like we did One-Arm.”
Trunks’ fists clenched, and he wished he had the strength to blast the two of them to Hell. “I said his name’s Gohan!”
17 rolled his eyes as he carelessly turned his back on the half-saiyan. “Right, Go-whatever. He’s already dead, so who cares.” He nonchalantly walked back over to his sister. “Come on, 18, let’s split. I’m up for some shooting fish in a barrel.”
By that, Trunks knew that he meant something along the lines of ki snipping people as they fled in terror. And here he was, completely tapped out, unable to do anything to stop any more senseless slaughter.
18 looked as if she were about to join her brother, but then paused. She glanced back at Trunks, looking thoughtful, then smirked. “Actually, you go on ahead. I think I’m going to stick around here and have some more fun.”
Seemingly knowing what she meant, 17 rolled his eyes again, looking bored. “Geez, again? Fine, suit yourself. I’ll cause a big explosion somewhere or something every hour or two so you can find me when you’re ready.”
With that, he took off, flying over the horizon, leaving 18 alone with Trunks. She smirked and casually walked over to him, crouching down by his side. “Alright, big boy, you know the drill.”
Dread coiled in Trunks’ gut as he knew what was coming, and he gave her a pleading look. “Please, no, not again.”
She just chuckled, reaching out to place her index finger under his chin to lift his head. “Now, now, you know better than to refuse me. You’ve been taught that lesson several times.” She reached down and grabbed his arm, then aggressively bent it in the wrong direction, making him cry out. “Or do you need a reminder?”
Trunks closed his eyes against the pain, feeling as if his arm were about to be torn out of its socket. “No, ma’am!”
“Good boy,” she replied, releasing him and standing up. “I allowed 17 to let you live as long as you remain a source of entertainment for us. If you can’t provide that, then you’re of no use to either of us, and there’s no reason to keep you around.” She reached up and peeled off her blue jacket. “So come on, Mr. Super Saiyan, give me a reason. Entertain me.”
She dropped her jacket down beside her, then grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, giving him an expectant look. Trunks wanted to shout in frustration, but knew it would be pointless, and so he sat up and began to remove his own jacket, hating every second of what he knew would be coming, and hoping it would end quickly.
This had happened several times before, and he had been just as helpless to stop it then as he was now. Ever since Gohan had been killed by the androids, he had taken it upon himself to try and destroy them. Time and time again, he had failed, left battered and bruised at the scene, forced to retreat and lick his wounds.
Until one day, something changed. Just like now, 18 had sent her brother on ahead to cause more destruction and mayhem while she remained behind. Trunks had thought that she was either going to kill him or torture him, and in a way, he had been right, it just hadn’t been the kind of torture he’d been thinking about. And when it was over, it had left him wishing for death.
“Listen up, little saiyan,” she had told him as he’d looked on in utter bewilderment as she had begun to strip out of her clothes, “you’ve been entertaining me and my brother for a while now, but now there’s a different kind of entertainment that I want from you.”
Utterly flabbergasted, he had only been able to look on in disbelief as she’d bared more of her body to him, showing no sign of shame or embarrassment. “Wh-What… What are you doing?” he’d asked, unable to wrap his mind around what should have been obvious.
She’d just rolled her eyes. “God, are you really that dense, or did we just hit you too hard? What do you think I’m doing? A girl has needs, you know, and you’re going to provide them.”
Her words and the sight of her naked body had finally broken through the layer of disbelief as the reality of the situation had crashed down on him. “Y-You… You can’t be serious…”
She’d just found his reaction to be amusing as she finished undressing. “Of course I’m serious. You may be a thorn in our side, but you’re also pretty damn attractive. And it’s not like there are any other men around I can really go all out with without breaking them before I get any satisfaction. Well, except my brother, but he’s off the table, for obvious reasons. You may think I’m immoral, but I’m not that immoral.”
The look in her eyes back then had been positively predatory. He hadn’t known what to do, and had been too weak to fight back, not even able to transform. So he had run instead. But alas, he hadn’t gotten far before she had quickly caught and easily subdued him.
“Now listen up,” she had whispered seductively, yet threateningly into his ear as she pinned him to the ground, “you’ve got something I need, and I want it. All this fighting tends to get me rather excited. So here’s how it’s going to work. You want to stay alive, and I want to get off. So we’re going to make sure we both get what we want.”
“Go to Hell!” he’d shouted up at her. “I’d never do that with an ugly, heartless bitch like you!”
Saying that had gotten his head slammed into the ground so hard the street had cracked apart for several yards beneath him. She’d then grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face close to hers. “How dare you, brat! I’m easily a perfect ten.”
Despite the ringing in his head from the impact, he’d mustered up enough resolve to sneer at her. “Not on the inside. All you have is surface value.”
His follow up insult, however, had just seemed to amuse her. “Cute. Fortunately, it’s only what’s on the outside that matters for what I want from you. I could care less about what you think of me as a person. I’m not looking for some kind of commitment, just a bit of fun, and you’re going to give it to me.”
The unthinkable had happened after that. He’d tried to resist, but just like during their fights, she was far too strong. After forcing him to submit, she’d triggered the reactions from his body that she needed, and then had her way with him. He’d laid there helplessly as the monster who had destroyed so much, who had killed everyone he cared about, who had made his life a living hell, had rode him to completion. And when it was over, she’d left him naked and robbed of his virginity, feeling more humiliated and ashamed than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
“Not too bad, despite your lack of enthusiasm,” she’d commented condescendingly as she’d gotten dressed. “Next time though, I’ll expect actual participation. I’m not going to do all the work all the time.”
Her words had horrified him so much that he’d actually snapped out of his stupor and sat up, giving her a look of disbelief. “Next time!?”
She’d chuckled at that. “Oh, did you think that I was done with you? Sorry, saiyan, but from now on, you belong to me. You’re my toy now, until I either break you or my brother and I kill you in battle.” Then she’d leaned in close and given him a warning look. “But I expect better next time. If I want it, then you better make damn sure I enjoy it as much as possible. And see to it that I get off before you do. If you don’t, then you’re dead. Understand?”
She’d then mockingly kissed his cheek before flying off after that, presumably to find her brother so they could continue their destructive killing spree. Trunks had been left lying there, horrified and outraged from this ultimatum she had just dropped in his lap. Tears of anger and humiliation filled his eyes as he shouted after her long since disappeared from sight form.
“That’ll never happen again! I’ll die first!”
Tragically though, it did happen again, several times. Often after he had fought the two of them, 18 would have grown excited from the battle, sending her brother away once the fight was over so she could have her wicked way with him. He’d tried to fight, he’d tried to resist, but there was no stopping her from taking what she wanted. For all intents and purposes, he had indeed been reduced to her plaything. It was just one more reason to hate her.
He never told his mother. How could he? It was too shameful. No, this was a secret that he would take to his grave. But what was possibly the worst thing about it was his own body’s reactions. As much of a monster as 18 was, and no matter how much he despised her, she was still a stunningly attractive woman. He couldn’t help his body’s reactions to her, especially when she came onto him. And unwilling or not, the things she did to him and the things she made him do to her felt good.
But as she’d said, he needed to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible, and that she got off before him. Sometimes she even gave him a quota of how many orgasms he had to give her before he could cum. And there were painful consequences if she felt like he was underperforming. One time he’d even finished before she had gotten off, and she had beaten him to within an inch of his life for that, telling him to not let it happen again, otherwise she really would kill him.
Trunks almost wished that she would just kill him. He hated that he had been reduced to this. But besides not wanting to die, he knew that he simply couldn’t afford to either, because then who would be left to stop the androids? They may have beaten him every time they fought so far, but one day he would win; he had to believe that. And he so looked forward to that day; he was going to enjoy it immensely. But until then, he was basically stuck as their shared punching bag and 18’s sex toy. It was humiliating and degrading, but he did what he had to in order to survive.
There were times when he tried to use the sex to his advantage, attempting to strike a blow on her when she was distracted or caught up in the act. When he did this, depending on her mood, she would either find his sneak attacks amusing or would become angry, the latter resulting in a punishment in the form of a beating.
A couple times he had tried to attack her while she was in the middle of an orgasm. She was merciless in her punishments whenever he’d tried that, very nearly killing him, the last time resulting in her dislocating his arm. He’d even tried attacking her just after her orgasms subsided when she seemed to be in a relaxed, blissful state, but those attacks proved to be futile as well, and also resulted in a near-death beating.
Sure, he would sometimes get a few blows in, but never anything substantial before she retaliated. Normally though, it seemed like every time he tried something, she would either react fast enough to stop it, or the damage he delivered wouldn’t be enough to do anything more than aggravate her.
Some might actually consider him lucky to be able to do it with someone as beautiful as 18, and so he should just go with it, but with the extent of his hatred for her and with how evil she was, he despised the situation he’d found himself in. He hated that he was forced to give this monster pleasure, almost as much as he hated himself for finding pleasure with her. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, it should be with someone you cared about, and he despised her more than ever for forcing him into this… relationship, for lack of a better word.
At the very least, she wasn’t a cruel lover, and only hurt him when he tried to resist or attack her. Somehow though, that only made it worse. And bad enough that she used him like this, but she couldn’t just get off and then leave. No, she also made the effort to make sure he got off as well. It was a means to humiliate him, he knew that, and some kind of vanity thing too; a kind of sick thrill she got in making him climax against his will. She enjoyed knowing that she could make him get off to her, even if he didn’t want to.
It was part of the whole power trip thing she and her brother had. They loved being able to make sport of those weaker than them, of having power over them, and Trunks was just another one of 18’s victims in that regard, just in a different way. He just prayed that 17 wasn’t doing something similar to any women he came across.
He was going to kill them both. He swore it. No matter what it took, even if it cost him his life, one day he was going to destroy these cybernetic psychos and rid the world of their evil. But alas, it seemed like today would not be that day. And it also looked like 18 was in the mood again. And he was going to have to indulge her once more. His body was already reacting in anticipation to what he knew was coming, like he was some kind of well-trained dog. Damn her.
As he stripped off the last of his clothes, he glared at her furiously. She was sitting on some of the remains of the building he had been kicked through, wearing nothing but her black bra, panties, and a smile. She slowly raised her hand and crooked her index finger at him in a come-hither motion, her smile becoming more seductive and her eyes shining with excitement.
Trunks’ fists clenched as he considered firing a blast of energy at her, but he knew how that would probably turn out, having actually tried that in the past, only to have his attack deflected and a punch delivered to his gut for his troubles. Besides, he was too depleted of energy to do any significant damage to her right now, especially outside of his Super Saiyan form. So it was with great reluctance that he began making his way over to her.
18 lowered her arm as he approached, leisurely leaning back as she proudly displayed her body to him. Trunks reluctantly admitted that she was indeed gorgeous, and he felt his cock stir at the sight of her nearly nude form. If only she wasn’t pure evil, then she would be a dream come true. Instead, the thought of being intimate with her made him feel sick to his stomach. But he swallowed down his disgust as he came to a stop in front of her.
18’s smile widened and she stretched out her leg, hooking it around the back of his to encourage him to come closer. He obeyed her unspoken command, and 18 brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, then reached out, running her hands up his chest. Trunks forced himself to tolerate her touch as she admired his muscles, tracing her palms over his hard pecs and shoulders before placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Trunks’ own hands came up, going around her and settling on her middle and lower back, because he knew it was what she wanted.
“Kiss me, lover boy,” she told him, speaking in a seductive voice.
If she were anyone else, he would have jumped at the thought of being able to kiss such a beautiful creature, but because it was her, he had to fight against his revulsion as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. 18 showed no sign of shyness or awkwardness, her arms wrapping around him to pull him even closer. She had begun kissing him back the moment their lips met, opening her mouth to him. Trunks reluctantly opened his mouth as well to deepen the kiss, and felt 18’s tongue tangle with his.
Sometimes Trunks wondered if she even saw him as a person, or if she really did just view him as some kind of literal tool for her amusement and pleasure. Was that how she and her brother viewed all people, as mere objects so far beneath them that they didn’t even think of them as people, but disposable lesser beings, like insects, and that’s how they were able to do the horrible things they did?
Did it really matter though? They were both pure evil, it didn’t matter what their mindset was. They needed to be stopped, and he needed to stay alive in order to stop them. So he fought down his pride and disgust as he kissed her with everything he had, like they were real lovers in a passionate relationship.
He held her close as they kissed, 18’s hands running up and down his back. She sat on the edge of the rubble, standing on one leg as the other remained wrapped around his calf, sliding along his leg. But even as he held and kissed the nearly naked woman, he did his best to keep his body from responding to her by thinking of the most vile and disgusting things he could, intent on at least making her work for it. He knew it was ultimately a futile effort, but it gave him a small semblance of satisfaction, that he had some control over himself.
In the end though, she proved how pointless it was by reaching between them and taking hold of his member. He cursed the feel of her soft hands as she began stroking him, and he went from semi-hard to fully erect in no time. Damn his body for its betrayal. He clenched his teeth as he hissed in frustration, and she chuckled as she licked around his lips before sealing her mouth to his again.
Once she had him good and hard, she continued to pump him for a short while as they continued to make out. Her other hand, which had been tangling in his hair, released him and moved behind her to unclasp her bra. With both her hands occupied, it left her open for attack. Should he take the chance? He knew the consequences if he did.
Screw it, he decided, and pulled back his fist to throw a punch, hoping to get the jump on her, and possibly, maybe, be able to follow up with a finishing blow. He tried to go Super Saiyan as he did so, but his energy was too depleted, and the transformation failed him. It was too late to stop though, and he threw the punch anyway.
Faster than he could see, her hand that had been unclasping her bra shot out and caught his fist before he could even land the blow. He winced at his failed attempt, wondering what his punishment would be, but then saw the smirk on her face and realized that she was in one of those moods where she found his resistance amusing.
“Looks like someone still has a good deal of energy left,” she commented in a playful manner. “Let’s put it to better use.”
She leaned in and kissed him again, and he reluctantly, begrudgingly returned it. Having managed to unclasp her bra before catching his fist, she brought his hand to the bra strap on her shoulder. He knew what she wanted; she wanted him to undress her. She specifically wanted him to do it, hence why she hadn’t completely undressed herself in the first place; his forced participation was just another part of her power trip. And when he took too long to act, she stopped stroking him and squeezed his length painfully tight in warning.
Relenting, he took hold of her bra strap and began sliding it down her shoulder. She removed her hand from his at his compliance and placed it on the back of his head as she broke the kiss. She redirected him to where she wanted his mouth, and he latched his lips onto the sensitive part of her neck where he knew she liked to be kissed. He knew her body so well by now after all the times they’d done this together, knowing where to touch her and how, and it sickened him to think that he knew her so intimately.
Cooing in delight, 18’s eyes drifted shut and her head fell back as she tilted it to the side to give him more access. Her hand fell away from his head to allow him to finish pulling down the bra strap, and she wriggled her arm out of it. And as he began pulling down the other one, her hand that had resumed stroking him released him so she could free her arm from that strap as well. Her bra fell away from her chest, and she pulled it out from between them and tossed it aside.
Trunks felt her naked breasts rub against his chest as he continued attacking her neck. Her arms went around him to pull him closer, and his cock pressed against her clothed nether region. She ran her hands down his back and grasped his rear, pulling him into her, and groaned as she rubbed their cores together. He could feel her heat straight through the material of her panties, and Trunks was unable to resist letting out a growl as well, causing her to chuckle at his reaction. He ignored it though as he began humping against her like he knew she enjoyed while also trying to ignore the pleasurable sensation he felt as well.
Small moans began to emit from 18 as she squeezed his rear in time with his thrusts. Knowing he needed to please her as best as he could, he ran his hands up her side, ignoring the traitorous way they itched to grasp her breasts. He took hold of one of them, squeezing and caressing it, feeling the hardened nipple push into his palm. 18 let out a “Mmm” sound as he kneaded her breast, and he tried to imagine that he was with someone else, anyone else, not that he knew many other girls besides his mother.
As he grinded against her, 18 pushed her hips into him as well. Her leg remained hooked around his to keep him close as she continued squeezing his bottom and pulling him into her. But then her hands moved back up his back to his shoulders, and she began applying pressure. Trunks knew what she wanted and moved away from her neck, bending down lower and lower.
He paused at her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and began sucking and swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. 18 threw her head back, her mouth falling open as she let out a pleasurable sigh. He hated hearing it, and he especially hated that he was the one who made her make it. A monster like her didn’t deserve to feel any kind of pleasure, and he briefly entertained the idea of biting her nipple off and seeing the look of pleasure on her face warp into one of pain, but he also knew that the consequences would be severe and not worth the satisfaction he would get from hurting her; if she simply didn’t kill him that is.
So instead, he continued to treat her like he would a real lover, pleasuring first one breast and then the other, before switching over once more. And when he felt her apply more pressure to his shoulders, he knew it was time to move on, and began heading lower, leaving a wet trail down her stomach with his tongue as he got down on his knees.
He glanced up at her to see her watching him expectantly, and he hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties. He was tempted to tear them off just to spite her since he knew she didn’t like it when he tore her clothes, but knew that it wouldn’t be worth the consequences of making her angry. So he simply pulled them down and off her legs, leaving her completely naked.
Now bare, 18 spread her legs a bit, and he looked up to see the triangle of blonde curls between her legs. And just beneath that, her wet entrance. His body naturally reacted to the sight, and he was unable to suppress his own arousal. And then he felt her hand on the back of his head as she urged him forward.
“You know what to do,” she told him, her tone playful, but still containing a hint of malice. “You saiyans love to eat, right? Come on then. Put that mouth of yours to work for something other than screaming.”
He let out a frustrated growl, torn between his revulsion of her and his body’s natural desires. But as she pushed against the back of his head, he leaned in and gave her what she wanted, and a loud pleasurable moan escaped 18 as he dragged his tongue over her wet slit and began licking at her entrance.
18’s fingers tangled in his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp as he orally stimulated her. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, having been made to go down on her several times before. She never returned the favor, not unless she wanted to get him hard again after he climaxed and she wanted to go at it again, as she didn’t really care about his own pleasure outside of the knowledge that she could get him off against his will. He didn’t really care though, wanting to avoid as much intimacy with her as possible. This wasn’t about sex and pleasure for him, it was about staying alive by giving her what she wanted.
As much as he hated doing this though, whenever he did go down on her and had sex with her, he always made sure she enjoyed it as much as possible. The more she enjoyed it, the faster he could get her off. And the faster he got her off, the sooner he could finish. The sooner he finished, the faster he could bring these hateful sessions to an end. Unless, of course, she decided she wanted a round two. Which was just another reason he tried to make sure she got as much satisfaction as possible the first time around, so she would be finished with him and leave.
By the sounds she was making and the way she was riding his mouth, he could tell that he was indeed giving her that satisfaction. He knew his very life depended on him pleasing her, and so he doubled his efforts, gripping her hips as he buried his face against her and lapped at her soaked entrance. 18’s grasp on his hair grew painfully tight as she shoved him even harder between her legs, her face turned to the sky and her eyes closed in delight.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she panted out. “You’re better with your tongue than you are with your fists.”
Trunks’ fingers dug into her hips as both her insult and her compliment angered him. The added pressure from his fingers just made 18 chuckled, and she looked down at him with a smirk.
“Are you trying to hurt me?” she taunted. “Why don’t you put your fingers to better use.”
Damn her. But she was right, he would get her off faster if he used his fingers as well as his mouth. So he released her hips and used the thumb and index finger of one hand to spread her open and began running the index finger of his other hand along her labia. He teased her this way for a few seconds before sticking his finger inside her.
18 jumped slightly, one of her legs bending back as she let out a small cry. With a scowl on his face, Trunks began thrusting his finger in and out of her. Small jerks went through 18’s body as he rubbed along her inner walls, and her wetness coated his fingers. He felt her push against the back of his head again, and he leaned in and began flicking his tongue over her clit.
More sounds of pleasure escaped 18, and she began rotating her hips as he fingered and licked her. Trunks glared up at her as he watched her face twist in pleasure, and he briefly considered attacking her again. He dismissed the thought though, having tried and failed that in the past. Plus, he’d already pressed his luck today by attacking her once already; she might not be so merciful a second time. Instead, he added a second finger, thrusting the digits in even faster as he flattened his tongue over her clit and wiggled it about.
A loud gasp escaped 18 as she threw her head back and began shaking it about. “Ooh, yes. So good. Keep that up. I’m getting close.”
Good, that meant this ordeal was almost over. He wanted to be away from her, until he recovered enough to try and kill her and her brother again anyway. He aggressively thrusted his fingers inside her at rapid speed, and 18 began crying out loudly. When he sensed that she was on the verge of climax, he pulled his fingers out and sealed his mouth over her slit, sticking his tongue up inside her and began swirling it around. 18 howled, her voice ringing out, and she shoved his head against her again as she pushed her hips into his face.
Finally, she let out a scream as she came, and her thighs squeezed his head. Her hips bucked as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Trunks looked up at her face as it twisted in ecstasy, and lamented at the failed opportunity to strike. If she weren’t so much stronger than him, this would have been the perfect chance to attack, and if he had enough power to go Super Saiyan right now, he would have.
Feeling bold, he considered trying anyway, but he either gave his intentions away somehow or 18 knew him so well by now that she guessed his train of thought. “If you… ruin this… mmm, for me… I’ll snap your… ah, your neck…” she warned him as she continued cumming.
Trunks’ fists clenched as he dismissed any thoughts he had been entertaining of another sneak attack. He instead let 18 ride out her orgasm, dreading what he knew was coming next while silently scolding his body for the anticipation he felt.
As 18’s orgasm died down, she began panting. She seemed to be in a relaxed state, but he knew from experience that she could be ready to fight again the moment he tried anything, and would just be pissed off as a result at the interruption. So he reluctantly waited for her to recover, and when she did, she grabbed hold of him and pulled him to stand up.
“Get up here,” she ordered breathlessly, yanking him to his feet.
She then grasped his face and pulled him in, kissing him hard. Trunks responded, reluctantly returning her passion, giving her what she wanted. Their lips mashed together as their hands ran over each other’s bodies as if they were two genuine lovers lost in lust.
Pulling her lips from his, 18 smirked at him, running her hands through his hair. “You did good with the foreplay, now it’s time for the main event.”
He closed his eyes, his expression full of hate. “Damn you, rapist bitch.”
18 scowled, and then slapped him hard across the face with such force that his head snapped to the side and his eyes flew open. “Hey, quit whining. You should be so lucky to fuck someone like me. And don’t act like you don’t enjoy it; you cum every time.”
He glared at her, his cheek stinging from her slap. “That’s just a normal bodily reaction. I can get the same result with my hand. In fact, so can you, so why don’t you just use yours on yourself.”
It probably wasn’t wise to provoke her, but instead of getting angry like he thought she would, she just gave him a cruel smile. “Why should I, when I have the perfect plaything in you?”
“I’m not your sex toy!” Trunks snapped furiously. “And in any other circumstance, I’d never so much as touch you.”
She just smirked as she hooked her arms around his neck. “Well, too bad for you, I don’t care what you want. So come on, lover, give it to me good. I need some good, sweaty, screaming, orgasmic sex from you.”
She reached down between them and took hold of his cock, lining it up with her entrance. Trunks squeezed his eyes shut in shame as he tried not to think about how good it felt as she ran his head along her wet slit, teasing them both. Then she spread her legs further and inserted his tip, and her hands circled around him to cup his rear and pull him closer.
Trunks tensed up as he felt his swollen head become surrounded by her wet heat. It felt so wrong to do this with her, to be intimate with someone he so despised. His body disagreed though, as if it had a mind of its own, as it responded to its natural instinct to mate, regardless of with who, not knowing the difference. He wished he could at least just perform poorly and leave her disappointed so she would lose interest in him, but he knew that that would just result in punishment for underperforming, if not death for being useless to her.
When he made no move to continue, 18 wiggled her hips. “Well, what are you waiting for? Put it in me.”
Damn it all to hell! He hated her, he hated her, he hated her! But he still had to do this. And so he grabbed her hips and slammed into her with one powerful thrust. They both let out simultaneous groans as he filled her, and a satisfied smile spread across 18’s face.
“Yes, there we go,” she cooed. “That’s a good boy. Now fuck me.”
Trunks growled in frustration and began moving his hips, thrusting into her. 18 moaned in response, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep them in full contact. She half-sat, half-stood on the remains of the building as she began moving her hips in time with him, resting her chin on his shoulder as their bodies rubbed together.
Despite the feelings of pleasure flowing through him, Trunks hated this with a burning passion. It really gave a whole new meaning to the question of how something that was so wrong could feel so good. His mind knew it was wrong, but his body responded to the stimulus anyway, not knowing the difference between him being willing and unwilling to the situation.
He couldn’t help but wonder if this was similar to how his father felt while under Frieza’s thumb, forced to obey the monster who all but wiped out his race whether he wanted to or not. Trunks had never met the guy, having lost him at the hands of the androids when he was still a baby, but his mother had told him that he had been a very proud man.
Trunks could only imagine how ashamed Vegeta would be of him if he knew that he was frequently forced to fuck one of his two most hated enemies, who was also one of the ones who killed his father. Hell, he was ashamed of it, and the fact that his own body was essentially betraying him by taking pleasure in it only made it all the more shameful.
The sound of 18 moaning in his ear made it worse. He wanted her to suffer for all that she did, not moan in pleasure, and he hated that he was the one making her feel good. He kept going though, pounding into her, and she adjusted her position, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, locking her heels together. This allowed Trunks to penetrate her even deeper, and she used her legs to help pull him into her as their bodies moved in sync, his grunts mixing with her moans.
“Shit!” she swore as she dug her nails into his back. “God dammit, yes! Fuck me good!” She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed him hard. “That’s it. Mmm, yes. That feels amazing. Ah! You’re so deep. I love having you inside me. Oh! You’re such a good lover. Even better than Goku’s brat.”
Trunks froze mid-thrust. It wasn’t uncommon for 18 to occasionally dirty talk when he didn’t simply have her moaning uncontrollably or babbling incoherently. However, this was the first time she had ever said something like this, and he gave her a stunned look.
“Are you talking about Gohan?” he asked in disbelief.
She raised an eyebrow at him, but then looked amused. “What, don’t tell me you’re surprised. Where do you think I got my kicks before I had you? He put a fight for a long time too, just like you did, but in the end, he made for a nice toy.”
Trunks couldn’t believe it. No, he refused to believe it. 18 had forced Gohan into being her lover too? No, that just couldn’t be! “You’re… You’re lying.”
She just laughed as she reached up and combed back the hair sticking to her damp forehead. “Come on, you can’t tell me that the thought never occurred to you. Of course, after he lost his arm, I knew he wouldn’t be as good as he was before. That’s why I had no problem with killing him and eventually turning my attention to you. You certainly grew up to be quite the handsome boy.”
Trunks internally shook his head, still refusing to accept her words as truth. It just couldn’t be. He wouldn’t believe that his master had been forced to face the same fate as him. “It can’t be. Gohan would never…”
She cocked her head to the side. “Why not? You did. What makes you think I couldn’t get him to cooperate as well? He knew the deal then, just as you do now. Get me off, or die.” She smirked at him, her smile cruel and mocking. “Or maybe you’re just jealous. Don’t worry, as good of a lover as he was, and he was good, I prefer you. You’re even better, and more attractive.”
Her words caused Trunks to see red. He didn’t think it was possible for him to hate her any more than he already did, but at the thought of her forcing his best friend and master to undergo this same treatment, to also be used as some kind of sex toy for her, his hatred for her intensified exponentially. “You bitch!”
Her forehead suddenly slammed into his, dazing him. The smile had left her face, and she was now giving him a look of disapproval. Reaching out, she grabbed his chin, bring her face close to his. “Hey, watch how you talk to me, brat. You wouldn’t want to piss me off and have me kill you.” Then she smirked cruelly at him. “Then who will I use to get my rocks off?”
He just glared at her furiously, but knew that any retort would just result in more punishment. Her smile widened and she leaned in, giving his chin a lick and dragging her tongue over his mouth and up the side of his face to his forehead. When she pulled back, she gave him an expectant look and tightened her legs around him, silently encouraging him to continue.
Still seething, he resumed thrusting into her, much more aggressively as he attempted to fuck out his fury. 18’s eyes widened at his aggression and she began crying out even louder as she relished in the rougher treatment. Trunks couldn’t be bothered to care, too enraged at this latest revelation. As much as he wanted to believe her words to be false, he knew they weren’t, and it angered him to no end to think that Gohan had been trapped between the same rock and hard place that he was.
Just how long had his master and best friend been forced to be used as an outlet for the evil android’s lust? No, it didn’t matter, even once was too much. Well, she was going to pay for that. Once he was strong enough, he would make sure she was the first of these psychos that he killed.
The more he thought of how 18 had taken advantage of not just him, but Gohan as well, the angrier he became. He gripped her rear tightly as he pulled her against him, savagely slamming into her. This was hate-fucking at its finest as he took out all his pent-up emotions in her, wishing he had the power to make her suffer for all that she had done. But instead, he could only do the opposite, and her arms tightened around him even more as her cries grew louder.
With the rising of his anger, his remaining power began to increase. An aura appeared around him as his energy spiked. Small rocks and pieces of gravel and debris began floating up into the air nearby before bursting into dust as the air itself crackled from his power. Trunks didn’t even seem to notice as his eyes stared unfocused at nothing, just letting his body go through the aggressive, thrusting motions as he did his best to ignore how good the woman in his arms felt.
It was impossible not to notice his change in demeanor. And although 18 couldn’t sense energy, she could detect the rising of his power by how his energy was affecting the area around them. Seeming to realize that he was losing control, she let her legs drops from around his waist and grabbed hold of him. And before Trunks could react, she suddenly spun them around so he was the one sitting on the building’s remains.
The aura around him disappeared and his power dropped at the unexpected move, and Trunks looked up at her in surprise. She smiled saucily at him and placed a finger under his chin as she spoke to him as if he were a child.
“My, my, that was something,” she told him as if she had found his anger cute. “If I had known that you would get that worked up over knowing that I used your friend the same way I use you, I would have told you sooner. Honestly though, I thought you would have figured it out it on your own a long time ago.” She retracted her finger and pressed her chest up against him, chuckling at the stunned look on his face as she rubbed her breast against his chest. “But I don’t want you to get too excited and blow your load too quickly, so I’ll take charge for now.”
With that being said, she slid off him. Trunks’ cock was coated in her wetness and still standing firmly at attention. 18 chuckled again at the sight of it and then turned around. She backed up, pressing her bottom against his length, trapping it against his stomach and her rear, and began rubbing against it.
Trunks gripped the edge of the debris he was sitting against, the concrete breaking underneath his grip. He really hated it when she teased him like this, it drove him crazy, almost making him feel like he actually wanted her rather than it simply being a natural reaction his body craved in response to her stimulations. Fortunately, she didn’t tease him for too long, and soon reached back and took hold of him, lining him up with her entrance once more.
She pushed back at him, and he slipped back inside her warmth. Trunks couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him, and his arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer. 18 let out a laugh as her back was pressed against his chest, and she began moving her hips. One of Trunks’ arms wrapped around her throat, his other hand moving down to her hip as she shimmed against him. He wished he could choke the life out of her and pressed his arm harder against her windpipe, but knew that if he tried to take his choking of her beyond a sex act that she would easily break his hold and be on him in a second.
It was a moot point anyway, as her hand went to the arm around her throat and she moved it to where she wanted it, placing his hand on one of her breasts. His other hand she moved to rest on her stomach, placing her smaller one on top of his. Then she reached back with her other hand to tangle it in his hair as she pulled his head closer. Trunks pressed his lips to the skin of her neck and began sucking at her throat, and she let out a breathy sigh as they grinded against each other.
Trunks squeezed her breast as hard as he dared, wanting to hurt her, but knowing he couldn’t, even if he tried. 18 just cooed in response as she proceeded to wiggle her hips. Trunks was still angry about the revelation involving Gohan, but had managed to curve his anger for now, swearing to somehow make her pay for her sins. Both her and her brother.
He wished they could see what it felt like to be the victim of some monster, to know what it felt like to be hunted down and left at the mercy of someone stronger than them. Maybe then they wouldn’t be so eager to victimize others. But then he practically scoffed at the thought. 17 and 18 would never change, they were far too evil, far too irredeemable. Though he did wonder if that was because Dr. Gero had robbed them of their humanity outside of turning them into androids, or if their immense power had just gone to their heads? He supposed it didn’t matter. One way or another, they had chosen their paths.
Just as he had chosen his. Which was what was so infuriating. He was choosing to let 18 use him like this. But what other choice did he have? To resist or refuse her? Then she would just kill him. And then who would stop her and her brother? So he had no choice but to comply. But was it even a choice if he didn’t really have any other option besides death?
He was pulled from his thoughts as 18 suddenly bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. She pushed herself forward and back against him, impaling herself on his length. Biting back a swear, he grasped her hips, pushing and pulling her as he thrusted into her. His gaze ran up her back and up to her head, and he recalled the time he had attempted to attack her during sex while she had been facing away from him, riding him in reverse-cowgirl. Like all his other attempts though, that had ended in failure as well, so he didn’t bother to try this time.
18 didn’t seem to have a care in the world as he pounded into her, enjoying the experience to the fullest. Her legs buckled, and she bent them more and more, until she eventually dropped down to her hands and knees. Trunks went down with her, getting down on his knees behind her, never ceasing his thrusting.
They continued rutting like animals, both of them emitting a series of pants and moans. Trunks was breathing just as heavily as he would have been if he were fighting, and so was she. Amongst the pleasured sounds she made, she told him to pull her hair. Under different circumstances, he would have been happy to give her hair a painful yank, maybe even scalp her in the process, but not in this context. Still, he released her hips and reached up, grasping her shoulder with one hand and taking a handful of her blonde locks in the other.
Letting out a gasp, 18’s head fell back as he yanked on her hair, and her moans grew more profound. With the additional leverage, he began thrusting into her even harder. They both let out simultaneous grunts each time he slammed into her, his thrusts now slower and deeper, 18’s back bowing more and more each time his hips slapped against her rear. She eventually fell flat on her stomach, and Trunks laid on top of her. He released her hair, but didn’t let up as she reached back and spread herself wider to allow him to penetrate her even deeper as he pounded her into the ground.
If there were ever a time to attack, it would have been now, while she was literally pinned beneath him. At least, one would think so. But once again, he knew better, having tried that before as well, and she had sent him flying with an explosion of energy. She’d really let him have it for that one. It seemed that no matter how vulnerable she appeared to be, she was always able to overpower him at a moment’s notice. It just wasn’t fair.
Not for the first time, he considered sacrificing himself in a kamikaze attack, just erupting in an explosion of energy to take her out with him. She may have been stronger than him, but she wasn’t strong enough to survive that, at least not in his Super Saiyan form; he wasn’t sure about his base form though. But if he did that, then there would be no one left to defend the planet against 17, and he knew without a doubt that the android would unleash his vengeance upon the planet, maybe even just destroy it. So no, sacrificing himself to take her out wasn’t an option either.
His hips kept moving as these thoughts raced through his head, but then he came back to himself as 18 suddenly lifted herself up, taking him with her as she rose. “Stop for a second,” she panted breathlessly.
He did, wondering what she had in store for him next. She crawled out from underneath him, then turned over onto her back and laid down again. She lifted her hand and motioned for him to come to her. He let out a growl and did so, crawling up and over her body. He came to a stop when he was eyelevel with her, then laid down on top of her, blanketing her with his body. He tried to ignore how good she felt pressed against him as she spread her legs, cradling him between her thighs.
He felt himself pressed up against her wet heat, and she smiled and gave him a nod. He scowled down at her before reaching down and lining himself up with her entrance. Once he was in place, he pushed into her, causing her to close her eyes and moan as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep silent.
“Oh, God, that feels incredible,” she groaned out, and then reached up for him. “Kiss me.”
Trunks suddenly felt her hand on the back of his head as she pulled him down to her and they kissed. Her arms went around his neck as her legs came up on either side of him and wrapped around his waist. He began thrusting into her again, and she moaned into his mouth as their tongues did battle. Her body jerked beneath his in time with his movements as she thrusted up at him when he brought his hips down to meet hers.
One of her hands ran down his back, her nails raking his skin, and he hissed, breaking the kiss; he wouldn’t be surprised if she had drawn blood. 18 just hugged him tighter as she let out her pleasured sounds in his ear. He tried to imagine that she was moaning in pain instead, but there was no mistaking the enjoyment of those sounds. Besides, as much as he wanted her to suffer for everything that she did, he didn’t get off to the idea of causing pain.
He increased his tempo, throwing in some fancy hip movements to help hurry her along. She really seemed to enjoy that, her toes curling in response and her nails digging even deeper into his back. “Fuck, yes! That’s right, give it to me! Do it harder! Come on, see if you can knock me up again! Mmm, yes! Oh, God!”
It took a few moments for her words to register to him, but when they did, he suddenly stopped. Lifting his head, he looked down at her in stunned disbelief, and she gave him a look of frustration in return.
“Why are you stopping?” she complained. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Come on, I was getting there.”
“What did you say?” he demanded in a whisper. When she raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, he slammed his fist on the ground, creating a small crater. “What the hell did you just say!?”
She continued to look impatient and bewildered. “Say what when?”
“Just now,” he practically shouted in her face. “What did you mean?”
Still looking confused, she appeared to be thinking back, as if she actually hadn’t been aware of her own words. But then it seemed to click. “Oh, you mean about knocking me up? I would have thought it was obvious what that meant.”
He stared at her, once again unable to believe his ears. “You mean… you…?”
She rolled her eyes, now looking bored. “Well, duh. I mean, how many times have we done it? And it’s not like I carry around birth control or anything, so it was bound to happen.”
Trunks could hardly comprehend this. He hadn’t even considered such a thing happening, or that it was even possible for her. How exactly did androids have babies anyway? “You can get pregnant!?”
She scoffed at him. “Obviously. I do still have all the equipment; I was once a normal human after all. I don’t know why you’re freaking out though. You’ve knocked me up before, but it’s not like I actually carried through with it.”
He blinked down at her. “What?”
She sighed, looking somewhat annoyed now. “What, did you think I’d want to spend months being all fat and then popping out some bastard? No thank you. Once the baby bump started to become noticeable, I just had 17 give me a nice punch to the gut, and problem solved. It’s not exactly fun, and the process afterwards is an inconvenience for a little while, but it gets the job done.”
Trunks suddenly felt as if the whole world had come crashing down on him, and he suddenly saw 18 in a whole new light, and not a good one. He had thought that she was evil before, but this really took the cake. And while the thought of breeding with her was the last thing he wanted, the casual, uncaring, nonchalant way she described this and the method she used to “fix” the problem made him feel sick.
“How many?” he demanded, unable to stop his voice from shaking. “How many times have you done this? Tell me!”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “With you, or your friend?” At his horrified look, she rolled her eyes again. “Yeah, he knocked me up before too. As for how many? I don’t know. A couple times for both of you; I never kept count. I don’t see why it matters since I take care of it when it happens. What, are you concerned that we have a bunch of bastards in Other World or something? Well, I really don’t care what you think about it. Now come on, you’re really killing the mood. Get back to it. I want you to fuck me good.”
But Trunks seemed to be stunned into immobility. Bad enough he had discovered that she had been using Gohan the same way that she had been using him, but that she had been getting pregnant from them, and then having her brother perform some sort of… crude, brutal, unorthodox kind of abortion on her whenever he or his master had ended up impregnating her after she forced them to sleep with her. How could anyone be so demented?
Underneath him, 18 seemed to have reached the end of her patience. Hooking her arms beneath his and grabbing his shoulders, she squeezed him with her legs and lifted her hips while clenching her inner muscles, silently encouraging him to start moving again. Trunks felt a wave of barely suppressed rage wash over him, but began almost instinctively thrusting into her again as he used all his willpower not to go off on her.
He wanted to believe she was lying about all this too, but what would be the point? She obviously didn’t care enough, and even seemed surprised at how shocked and enraged he had been when she told him. So it hadn’t just been a ploy to rile him up. In fact, it hadn’t even seemed like she had meant to tell him in the first place, and had merely been randomly talking in the heat of passion with no thought to her words. So why would they be a lie?
“You bitch,” he growled, his thrusts becoming harder. “You bitch, you bitch, you fucking, heartless, evil bitch!”
He began slamming into her hard, unleashing all his fury. 18’s eyes widened as he violently pounded into her, her mouth dropping open and loud cries escaping her. But Trunks no longer cared about whether she enjoyed it or not as he actually tried to hurt her with the intensity of his fucking. Quite ironically though, she only seemed to enjoy his aggression.
“Well, damn,” she gasped out, not even appearing to be mad at the insults he was throwing at her. “I should piss you off like this more often. Oh, God!”
Trunks was pissed off. Everything about her pissed him off. He hated her with a burning passion, more than he thought it was possible to hate a person. And outside of trying to kill her during their fights, this was the only other way he could express it. She took what he dished out though, her back arching in ecstasy as she clung to him, the force of his hips meeting hers causing a crater to form beneath them that doubled in size every time he slammed into her.
“You bitch, you bitch, you bitch!” he cried out in a chant.
Pushing himself up, he hovered over her as he aggressively pounded into her. 18’s legs fell away from his waist as her hands clung to the back of his neck and shoulder blade, and she shouted out her pleasure. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! That’s it! Fuck me, you saiyan bastard! Fuck me good! Oh, God, I wish I had told you all this sooner if it could get this kind of reaction out of you!”
Trunks no longer cared. His face was a mask of fury as he held himself up, glaring down at her with pure hate. His energy began rising again in response to his anger, his aura once again appearing around him. His eyes began flickering from blue to green, and his hair started rising and falling as it shifted back and forth between gold and lavender. 18 was so lost in ecstasy that she didn’t even seem to notice, her eyes squeezed shut tight as she cried out in time with his thrusts.
He was going to do it. He was going to blast this bitch to Hell, and screw whatever consequences he would face if he failed, and he probably would. He let his anger consume him, and his power spiked as he managed a full transformation. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it long though, and so he raised his hand, forming a ball of energy in his palm, and brought it down on 18’s face.
An iron grip suddenly grabbed his wrist as he brought his hand down and bent it the wrong way, causing the ball of energy to fly off and explode in the distance. Trunks gasped in pain as 18 bent his arm even more, and his Super Saiyan form died out. Wincing, he glanced down at 18, who was looking up at him as she panted heavily.
“That was… a nice try…” she told him breathlessly. She took a few deep breaths to get control of herself. “It seems I riled you up a little too much; it’s making you too bold. Perhaps I should take over.”
Releasing his wrist, she grabbed him by the shoulders and locked her legs together on either side of him. She then reversed their positions, flipping them over so he was lying flat on his back and she was straddling him. She pushed against his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the ground as she bent down so her face was hovering just above his.
“I’m in control now, lover boy. You just lay there and enjoy.”
He wanted to tell her that no matter how good it felt, he could never enjoy anything with her that didn’t end in her death, but she silenced him with a kiss before he could get a word out. She began moving on top of him, lifting and lowering her hips as she kept him pinned down, her breasts rubbing against his chest with her movements.
Grabbing some gravel beneath his hands, he crushed it into powder in aggravation. He should have known it would be pointless to try and attack her like that, he had tried it and failed enough times to know that it didn’t work, but he had let his anger and outrage over everything get the better of him. Fortunately, it seemed she had opted not to punish him for it, choosing instead to continue their session rather than teach him a lesson.
This wasn’t the first time she had dominated him this way. She seemed to like taking control of their sex just as much as she enjoyed having him be in charge. And as she rode him, she broke the kiss and began panting in his face. She ran her hands down his arms and took hold of his wrists, pulling them up and placing his hands on her rear. Knowing what she wanted, he gripped her bottom, aiding her in her movements, and she released his wrists and began running her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles.
Eventually lifting herself to sit astride him, she began gyrating her hips and humping against him. Gritting his teeth, Trunks shifted his hands to grasp her hips as she moved on top of him, and they found a rhythm. She closed her eyes and began running her hands over her own breasts. It was strange how such a beautiful sight could disgust him so much. Seeing her enjoy herself so much made Trunks sick to his stomach, and so he closed his own eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at her, though he was unable to block out the sounds of her pleasured moans and gasps, and he did his best to suppress his own.
After a while, he felt her hands on his again and opened his eyes. She pulled them away from her hips and moved them up her body to her breasts. He knew that meant that she wanted him to touch her, and he began caressing her. She released his hands once she got his compliance and brought hers up to tangle in her hair as she began rising up and then grinding down on top of him.
All the while, Trunks caressed and kneaded her breasts, running his hands up and down her sides and over her toned stomach. Soon one of her hands came down to rest on her knee as her other one moved between her legs as she began rubbing herself while continuing to rise and fall on him.
He kept up his caressing until 18 dropped down on him one final time. She kept him embedded as she let out a deep breath through her nose. Bringing her hand up to tangle in her hair, she tilted her head to the sky and arched her back. Having been paying attention to her body’s reactions, he thought that she was about to climax and end this ordeal, but no such luck. Instead, she fell forward onto him, grasped his face, and began kissing him.
Resisting the urge to bite her tongue as she rubbed it against his, he continued thrusting up into her. A pleased sound escaped 18 as she kept kissing him, then placed her hands on his shoulders. Keeping her lips pressed to his, she began to sit up, bringing him with her until they were both upright. His arms automatically wrapped around her, and hers went around him as she sat in his lap and humped against him.
She broke the kiss and tilted her head to the side, indicating what she wanted him to do. He obeyed, and began kissing and nipping at her neck, and heard her sigh in his ear in response. They held each other closer, their hands running up and down each other’s backs as they moved together. 18 hissed and gasped in delight as she shifted about in his arms as Trunks tried to give her as much pleasure as possible, suddenly faced with a dilemma, one with disastrous consequences.
He was getting close, he could feel it. And one of 18’s biggest rules was that he was not allowed to cum before she did. He would be punished if he did, and then would be made to get hard again and get her off. It didn’t matter that he had already made her cum earlier, orgasms with his fingers or mouth didn’t count according to her. And since he never cared enough to study the reactions of her body to be able to judge when she was close, he didn’t know how much longer he had to last.
And so he doubled his efforts. He knew she enjoyed it more when he was rougher, so he became even more aggressive. And based on the way 18 responded, she was quite pleased with his treatment of her. Her own participation became more aggressive as well, and she leaned back, hanging onto his neck with one hand to remain upright as she thrusted her hips at him. He kept his hands on her lower back, digging his fingers into her flesh as he pushed and pulled her against him. Gasping moans escaped 18 as she rocked forward and back in his lap, and he let the occasionally grunt slip past his lips every few seconds.
He was close. Too close. He had to hold back, and so he focused all his attention on not cumming. 18 seemed to realize that he was getting close too, as she suddenly pushed him down flat. She rested her hands on his chest and began riding him furiously, keeping her hips pressed against his as she vigorously humped against him. Loud moans fell from her lips repeatedly as her nails scratched at his pecs, and Trunks’ own nails cut into his palms as he put everything he had into holding back as he let 18 take her pleasure with him.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh Gog, oh God!” 18 wailed as she moved her hips so rapidly that Trunks was surprised that he didn’t fall out of her. “Almost there, almost there, almost there!”
As 18 became more vocal, Trunks did all he could to hold back his release. He really did hope that she was almost there, because he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, and began counting down from a hundred, hoping that it would help him to stay strong if he gave himself a time limit; he could always start the countdown over again if she didn’t finish before he reached zero.
He got all the way down to twenty-two before 18 finally froze in her movements, her entire body growing tense. Then a powerful shudder ran through her, and she let out a long, loud cry that sounded like a cross between a groan and a shout as she began convulsing. She pressed her hips down hard against his as she trembled so hard that her whole body shook violently, her eyes rolling up into her head before drifting shut as her mouth hung open.
At the feel of her cumming, Trunks let go and erupted inside her, his own pleasured groan escaping him. His head fell back as he squeezed his teeth and eyelids shut as he came with her, his fingers leaving grooves in the ground as he practically clawed at it. His body seemed to move on its own, and he raised his hips up as she pushed hers down at him. It was strange to think how the most pleasurable part of sex with her was also the part he despised the most, but he hated experiencing it with her. And yet he was helpless against his own body’s reactions.
As the last few spurts escaped him, Trunks dropped back down to the ground. 18 was still trembling above him, her body jerking every few seconds. But then she finally settled down and fell forward onto him, collapsing against his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily as the last few waves of their shared orgasm continued to wash over them, and Trunks was disgusted with himself all over again for having cum with her. And now with this new horrific revelation she had revealed, he now prayed that he hadn’t gotten her pregnant again; the very thought revolted him.
As they came down from their high, 18 continued to lay on top of him. She seemed to be resting, and one final time, Trunks envisioned himself getting the jump on her. But no, it wouldn’t be worth it. He’d tried and failed at that before too, and the punishments were always especially harsh for interrupting her post-coitus bliss. He’d already pressed his luck by attacking her twice, to try it a third time would just be asking her to beat him into unconsciousness.
Fortunately, 18 never did want to cuddle or anything afterwards. Once she recovered, she picked herself up and pressed a kiss to his lips before smirking at him. “Thanks for that, lover boy.”
She then got off him and went about gathering up her discarded clothes. Trunks sat up and watched her get dressed with a look of pure loathing on his face, glad that she wasn’t in the mood for round two. She casually hummed to herself as she pulled on her clothes, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Phew,” she muttered, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand once she finished getting dressed. “I swear, I work up a bigger sweat fucking you than I do fighting you. I need a shower. I wonder if we left any nearby places intact enough to have working plumbing.”
She looked at the destroyed city, as if finding a place with running water really were the only thing that mattered and not that she and her brother had caused so much destruction. It only served to fuel Trunks’ fury. Did she truly not care at all? Did she really feel nothing for what she and her twisted twin had done? Trunks didn’t understand how that was possible, but there it was, and it only, once again, solidified his resolve to destroy the two of them someday.
18 glanced back at him and a smirk spread across her face when she saw the raw anger present on his. “Aww, you’re making that face again. How cute. You know, if you hate being used like this, then why don’t you just stay away? You really do make a better lover than a fighter. You could just find yourself some nice girl and show her your skills; if we left any alive that is.” She crossed her arms, her smile widening. “Or maybe you actually like being the spoils of war. Is that it? Do you enjoy being my toy?”
“Hell no!” Trunks snapped, both insulted and revolted at the insinuation.
She just chuckled. “Well then, I guess you’re just a glutton for punishment. Not that I’m complaining. No one can get me off the way you can. Until next time, lover boy.”
She blew a kiss his way and then took off into the distance, presumably to find her brother so they could get back to their killing spree. Trunks was left seething over everything, hating the reality of things. He let out an enraged cry and slammed his fist on the ground, shattering it. He did this a few more times, shouting out his frustration at the unfairness of everything and how helpless he felt to stop it.
When he finished wallowing in self-loathing, he finally got up and got dressed, promising himself, yet again, that this would be the last time. He then took off for home, making his way back to Capsule Corp., which, truthfully, he was surprised the androids had still left standing after all this time. He knew his mother would be relieved to see him alive, having given up on trying to prevent him from going off to fight. But while he would report his failure, just like all the other times, he would never tell her what happened after his defeat.
A new dose of reality suddenly hit him. Was this how Gohan felt? 18 had revealed that she had been using him in the same manner. Did he to come back from battle feeling ashamed and violated, but not saying anything of what really happened? It made Trunks take on a whole new level of respect for his master and friend at how he didn’t want to burden him or anyone with what he went through and instead chose to live with the shame of it, suffering on his own in silence.
He would avenge him, Trunks swore. Someday, somehow, he would make the androids pay for everything they had done, to him, to his master, to the world as a whole. He would make them pay.
“Trunks, are you home?” he heard his mother call.
He froze at the sound of his mother’s voice. He’d been hoping to be able to shower and wash away the evidence of what had happened between him and 18 before seeing her. But as he heard her footsteps approach, he let out a sigh.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m back,” he replied gloomily, unable to keep the despair out of his voice.
A few moments later, she entered the room. He saw the worry on her face give way to relief as she went to him and began looking him over. “Oh, thank goodness you’re alright.”
She reached for him and he took a step back and looked away, not wanting her to touch him right now, not when he felt so dirty and ashamed. “I failed again, Mom. I just can’t… They’re just too strong…”
“Trunks…” she muttered, clearly thinking that the despair in his voice was simply the result of his failure, clueless as to what had happened afterwards. “You’re alive, and that’s what matters the most.”
His fists clenched. No, what mattered was that he had failed, that 17 and 18 were still at large. That’s what mattered, that’s all that mattered. If he could put an end to them, then his life didn’t matter. He would gladly sacrifice himself to take out the two of them. Unfortunately, he still wasn’t strong enough for that, so he had to continue to endure whatever was necessary to survive.
Bulma suddenly clapped her hands together. “And, hey, I have some good news for you!”
He looked back at her. He could really use some good news right now. “What’s that?”
His mother smiled broadly, looking happier and more excited than he could remember seeing her in a long time. “It’s done. The time machine is ready.”
It took a few moments for what she said to get through his gloomy mood, but when it did, his eyes widened in disbelief. “You finished it?”
Still smiling, she nodded. “Do you want to see–”
She hadn’t even finished speaking before he had taken off in a blur of movement. He made a mad dash for his mother’s workshop, and soon he was staring in amazement at his mother’s invention.
There it was, the hope for the future. The time machine his mother had been working on. He could hardly believe it was real. While he’d had faith in his mother, a part of him wasn’t so sure she could actually pull off such a miracle. But it seemed that nothing was impossible for his mother’s genius.
And speaking of his mother, she hurried into the room after him. He didn’t turn to acknowledge her though, unable to take his eyes off the mechanical marvel in front of him that would be their salvation.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked as she came to stand beside him. “All of our hard work finally bearing fruit.”
“It’s wonderful, Mom,” he said, blinking back tears. “With this I can go back and save everyone in the past.”
And maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to save his future too.

(A/N: And that ends that. I'm kind of glad, because this just felt wrong to write on so many levels. Yeesh, I feel icky having written it. I know I'm attempting to push my comfort zone in my writing, but I don't think I want to become comfortable writing stories like this. Like I said, it was more experimental than anything, so I don't think I'll be doing another one like this again. But if you made it through to the end, let me know what you think, I'd appreciate the feedback for a writing attempt so far outside of my comfort zone.)
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The Android's Toy