The usual disclaimer. I don't own Dragon Ball Z or anything related.

Warning. This story contains adult and sensitive topics. It is placed near the end of History of Trunks. Right after Trunks is beaten by the androids alone.

I can't control my body anymore, Trunks cursed inwardly, only just managing to stay in Super Saiyan form as his body trembled from exertion.

With indifference written on his tanned features, Seventeen propped up the fallen warrior's chin with his worn down sneaker. A trail of blood dribbled silently from the clenched jaw onto the shoelaces of the android.

I have got to move. I have got to fight, Trunks screamed in his head. "Why?" he rasped, more blood forming in his mouth. "I don't get it. Tell me. Why are you two doing this?"

"Hmm…" Seventeen smiled, finding he liked watching the fighter's helplessness as he lay there. "Dr. Gero created us for the sole purpose of world domination, but that doesn't really matter to us. Not at all."

Eighteen joined in, gloating over their prize. "Whenever we see humans, it angers us. We hate you humans."

Another dam of hatred broke within Trunks and he got up, not quite steady on his feet, but yelling, "What? You monsters! All of those people!" He punched, missing Seventeen entirely due to his double vision. If only I could see straight. If only I could beat them. "All those lives! All of those children!" He punched again and again, finally hitting his target, barely able to care that he was so weak that his punches did absolutely nothing anymore. He punched the androids in their slightly amused faces, beyond cognitive thought. "I won't let you do this anymore!"

Eighteen raised one delicate eyebrow and stuck one leg out in plain sight. Trunks was so far gone that he didn't see it and tripped, falling to the ground. Seventeen blasted him in the back with golden agony and Trunks yelled, feeling the last of his energy leaving him.

I can't hold it anymore, he cursed and felt the purple hairs fall all over his face as he transformed back. Everything hurts so much. If only it would stop…

The two androids looked down at the lavender haired youth, mocking him with their laughter.

Trunks thought the nightmare would never end, but if he only knew…

Seventeen cocked his head at his sister, "Hey, Eighteen. I just had an idea for some fun."

The blonde tucked some hair behind her ear lazily and said, "Oh yeah, and what's that?"

Trunks felt he could not care anymore. Whatever they did couldn't be any worse that the pain he was in now.

"Well, I've just decided, I like watching this guy suffer," Seventeen chuckled. "He seems to be a tough guy. You know, the sort of snobby, aloof, trying to be cool sort of guy."

Eighteen folded her arms. "Yeah, I know what you mean. So what?"

Seventeen bent down over Trunks and whispered in his ear. "Well, I'm going to get under the little guy's skin. Play around with him for a while before I kill him." And with that, Seventeen reached under the Saiyan's limp form, slipping his fingers down into the other man's pants.

Trunks gasped. He wouldn't! This can't be happening!

Eighteen smiled, saying, "Okay, Seventeen. Just don't wear him out too much. I want a turn at the fun too."

The dark haired boy began to rub the most secret of places, teasing it mercilessly. "It's a deal," he said, licking Trunks' ear.

No! This can't be happening! Trunks tried his hardest to move, but none of the muscles he tried to use would respond. He was helpless. Trapped under the weight of Seventeen's body.

Seventeen's hand moved upwards, rubbing the firm muscles of Trunks' abdomen gently, rhythmically. "I've always wanted to try this," Seventeen rasped, not able to keep the excitement from his voice as his other hand removed his belt.

"Ride him cowboy." Trunks heard Eighteen say over the heavy breathing of her brother. How sick. He blanched. She was going to sit there and watch while her brother had sex with another man. What kind of monsters are these two?

Done uncovering himself, Seventeen began touching every part of Trunks he could with both hands, reveling in his domination over the fallen warrior.

Despite his horror, Trunks felt his body responding in as much as it could. Now that Seventeen had moved over on top of him again, he could feel the pressure and pain as that one part of him was aroused and unable to expand.

The android took his time, feeling every fiber of muscle, every hair on the Saiyan's body. Tasting everything that he could get his eager lips on.

Trunks strained, wishing now that he had some reserve of energy that he had not already used up. He could barely move, not to even mention be strong enough to throw the other person off. It was sickening. Trunks could feel as the android hardened against his pants. The motion started. That clenching and unclenching of muscles as Seventeen became ready.

Then the android lifted himself off of the Saiyan warrior.

For a brief second, Trunks had a glimpse of hope. Maybe that was it. Maybe that's all he meant by get under my skin. Maybe he didn't mean—

But then, he realized the change in position was just so that Seventeen could rip his pants off, exposing him, naked to the setting sun.

Trunks had no time to prepare. Without warning, Seventeen leapt down on him, knocking the wind out of Trunks at the same time he thrust the entire thing inside.

Trunks screamed so loud that he felt his vocal chords tear. And still he couldn't move a muscle. White stars exploded in front of his vision and he felt himself slipping out of consciousness.

Seventeen saw the boy's eyes rolling and yelled, "Oh no. You're not getting out that easily!" He slapped the human awake and said, "Not now that I'm finally having some fun."

Trunks was trapped. Trapped inside his own body. Inside his head. He couldn't control the little cries he made as Seventeen thrust in and out. Faster. Harder. In and out.

The black haired boy neared completion and laughed, "Haha! This is great!"

Trunks threw up, swallowing some bile back in as he gasped.

Seventeen yanked himself out completely and then back inside of Trunks with the hardest push yet. Trunks had nothing left. Not even a scream as his body was ripped apart and hot fluid filled the space.

Yet, he was still awake. He couldn't escape in body or mind.

Seventeen's dead weight collapsed upon him. "Yeah," he gasped. "Yeah, now that was fun, wasn't it, Trunks was it?" He laughed and tensed again.

Trunks threw up once more as he felt Seventeen slide out of him with a disgusting sucking sound. At least it's over, he told himself, trying to keep his sanity. It's over, it's over, it's over…

"Your turn," he heard Seventeen say to his sister.

No…Trunks coughed and despite himself, he whimpered. Crying like a broken little child. No…

Eighteen kicked Trunks over onto his back, purring, "Finally."