Rating: Pg-13 Genre: Action
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are copyrighted their
respected owners.
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There is a humming in my ears. It's the sound of...gears, I suppose.
Perhaps it's something else. I'm not sure. How can I express my
emotions when I do not know the names of things? I am conscious, but
barely. Can it be called consciousness when all I can do is think? I
suppose it can, because thought constitutes being and being
constitutes reality. I am here. I am alive. Perhaps not alive in the
accepted definition, but I am here. I am a presence in this world.
There is a crackling sound in my ears and heat on my skin. I know I
must be more than a mind, even though I can't see anything. I can
hear and feel, although my sense of touch is slightly dulled.
Perhaps that's because I'm not fully functional. I feel a shock in
my body and I open my eyes. An old man stands before me, shouting
some commands. I stare at him blankly, a strange expression on his
face as I see his mouth move then hear his words.
"Arise Number 17. Arise!"
Number 17. Is that me? Is that my name? I move my hands and stand,
stretching my body. I am suddenly aware of my entire body. Every
nerve and each muscle, all moving together as one. This feeling is
strange. How is it possible to be able to move when only a few
seconds ago there was nothing? The logic in this escapes me.
"Who...are you?"
Is that my voice? I've never heard it before...It sounds strange yet
familiar as if I can sense that it is mine. I am capable of speech,
I think to myself as I move my fingers, testing my hand's dexterity.
"I am your creator, Dr. Gero. You and your sister are my greatest
creations! You will destroy the world as we know it and build a new
one!"
Sister? What's he talking about? I know not of any sibling. My
memory has nothing of a sibling. Perhaps something in this dimly lit
room will give me a clue as to what he's talking about. I turn and
see in the next metallic tube a female with blonde hair. I watch as
the doctor pushes some buttons, throws some levers, and throws some
switches. In seconds, her eyes snap open and she is, just like I was
mere moments ago, using her sense of sight for the first time. She
looks just like I must have looked when the dim fluorescent light
first touched my retinas.
"Good. Good. Seventeen, Eighteen, listen to me!" the old man cried
and my sister, Eighteen folded her arms.
"Why should we listen to you, old man?" she asked. Perhaps she has
gotten a better grasp on this existence than I have. The old man
shakes his fists in anger at her insubordination.
"I am your creator! You will do as I say!"
"I don't think so. Come on," she said looking at me. "Wanna do
something fun? Listening to this obsolete thing isn't fun."
"I see you point," I replied as I suddenly became aware of my full
capabilities. I am an android. I have abilities that far exceed
human standards. The world that we are in can very well be ours
because of what the good doctor had equipped us with. I nodded my
head and smiled.
"Let's do something fun."
The city was gaudy in my opinion. Bright lights and audacious
buildings. How illogical organic life forms are. What's the
functionality in these designs? A scream of pain reaches my ears
and I glance at Eighteen.
"What's the matter? You're slowing down. I'm twenty to your
fifteen," she said.
"Sorry. I'm just bored," I replied.
"All right. Let's go look at the stores then."
"That's not exciting. I want a challenge."
"Come on. I want to do something different."
"All right but if you can't find anything. We're going to do
something else."
"Fair enough."
Shopping wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted something different but
not like that. If there is one thing that I know I was not prepared
for, it is the mind of a woman. I swear there is no logic in their
minds. Even in my sister, there is some faulty logic in her mind.
"Would you come on? All the stores belong to us. We own this town."
We own this town. What good does that do? All we own is some
buildings and humans that are scared to death. I want a challenge.
What happened to all the warriors that legends are made of? They
were all killed. There's no challenge here any more. This planet
deserves to die. This planet deserves to be destroyed. If it is not
able to defend itself, then it deserves to be destroyed.
My sister sighed in annoyance and I glanced at her. I take to the air
and follow her. Shopping. How pathetic. A challenge better show up
soon or else I'll make my own excitement.
Women. How can she be content with going throughout the store
picking things up and trying things on? The only amusing thing about
this trip is how terrified the human looks and even that is pretty
bad.
"Are you almost done?" I asked and she looked at me.
"Hold on. I'm trying to decide. We'll go do something really fun
after this if you want. What do you think? Is this one better?" she
asked.
"That one definitely suits you," the store owner said, his hands
shaking in terror.
"All right. See? This one has good taste."
"Yeah whatever. Are you almost done?" I asked.
"I haven't been here that long."
"It's been a half hour."
"That's not long. You agreed to this so you can stop complaining
about it."
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That influx in energy. Something's out there. There is still
someone with power left on this pitiful world. And here I was
thinking I'd have to blow it up."
"We'll check it out in a minute. I'm still tying to decide."
I raised my arm and pointed it at a support beam to the store. With
one shot, the building crashed down around us. When the smoke
cleared, Eighteen stood there, holding a shredded piece of clothing
and looking at me in annoyance.
"Why did you do that? I was almost done, you know. Why did you kill
him anyway? I was going to spare him."
"These humans aren't worth the trouble it takes to spare them. Come
on. I think I've finally located some REAL fun," I said and took off,
knowing that my sister was close behind me.
He stood tall and muscular with hair as dark as mine. His black
eyes watched me and I found myself smiling. This was going to be
fun.
"He's not all yours, you know. I want some shots at him too,"
Eighteen said and I looked at her.
"Do you want the first shot?" I asked and she shrugged her
shoulders.
"If you don't want it."
Before I could reply the boy released a bolt of light at the spot
where I had just been standing.
"He got the first strike. I can't believe you let him do that."
"Don't put this all on me. You didn't do anything either."
"You were the one that wanted to chase after him. I was perfectly
happy looking at clothes until YOU destroyed them all."
"Let's just get him."
"All right."
Our opponent was fast, we soon found out as we gave chase. It made
sense. Anyone brave enough to take a shot at us would have to be
fast on his feet. But, we were faster. I released a bolt and
watched him wince in pain. He wouldn't get us the satisfaction of
hearing him scream.
"Well you got him," Eighteen commented. "Now it's my turn."
"I'm not done with him yet," I said and she looked at me.
"Come on. He's the only fun we've had in awhile. It's only fair that
we share."
"Fine, have a go. Just don't damage him too much."
"Are you going to fight or are you going to argue? I could have
escaped by now if I wanted to," the kid said and I looked at him.
"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?" I asked.
"Even if you had escaped, we would have found you so why don't you
just stand still and die like the pest you are?" Eighteen asked as
she released a series of blasts.
The kid jumped about the derelict buildings, avoiding her shots and
I watched my sister's anger grow as she kept missing the target.
"Stand still!"
"Tired now? Guess it's my turn."
"Such an annoying little pest. What's he doing now?" I asked as I
shielded my eyes from the light that the kid was emitting. The
light soon died down and he stood tall with yellow hair darker than
my sister's.
"Hmph. A faker. I don't like people who try to copy my hair color,"
she said and the kid's eyes narrowed in anger.
"Let's settle this NOW," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. I
leaned forward, my eyes as cold as his. I was ready for whatever
attack he tried.
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"You've got it wrong, you know," Eighteen said and I looked at her. I had been writing down an account of our experiences when she came into the room and began reading over my shoulder.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You're making it sound like Gohan was the first when he wasn't."
"Well, he was the REAL challenge."
"But if you're going to do this, you'd better start at Vegeta."
"Why? You're the one that killed him. I didn't do anything."
"You should tell the story right, Seventeen or else I'll take over."
"Who said you'd take over?"
"I just did."
"I'M the one telling this story. You can't take over. You're not
even supposed to be here."
"I've got to make sure you don't exaggerate, don't I?"
"Who said I'd exaggerate?"
"Come on, Seventeen. I know you'd make it sound like you defeated
all of them or something like that."
"I haven't been doing that at all. I've been pretty accurate,
haven't I?"
She looked over my shoulder at what I had written.
"Well, all except for Gohan, I guess you've kept it pretty close to
what happened," she said. "And you still owe me for destroying all
those nice clothes. It's not my fault you got bored."
"It's my fault for letting you choose where to go. If I had been
making the decisions, we wouldn't have wound up in that store."
"Oh come on. You were just as bored destroying buildings as I was.
That's why we went after Vegeta when he showed up."
"All right, all right. I'll change it."
"Good."
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Okay, okay. I'll redo it according to what happened. I've got my sister watching over me to make sure I do it right. Can't she just leave me alone? Anyways, back to the account of what happened to us.
He approached us first, his hair still as black of mine but he wasn't as tall as me. He had a look of power in his eyes and I knew that to seek us out directly, he was a great hero or incredible stupid. His name, as we soon found out was Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyens.
"A prince, huh?" Eighteen asked as he sized him up. "Where's your crown?"
"Perhaps he lost it," I said and Eighteen laughed.
"He lost it? Oh, that's a shame. Perhaps he should go look for it instead of challenging us."
"You're going to pay for those remarks!" Vegeta cried and began concentrating.
"What's he doing?" I asked and Eighteen shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know. Looks like he's throwing a fit," she said then gasped when Vegeta's hair turned amber.
"So you can change your hair color. Big deal."
"Oh, it's much more than that," Vegeta said and struck my shocked sister.
"He wants to play," I said as Eighteen shook off her shock and gazed at Vegeta.
"I don't like people who try to copy my hair color. I'm going to make you PAY," she said and Vegeta folded his arms.
"Oh really?" he asked, a touch of cynicism in his voice.
I watched his cockiness change to fear and shock as Eighteen opened fire on him. His dying scream amused us as we watched his body fall to the ground below. I glanced at Eighteen and smiled.
"I think we've finally found something exciting to do," I said.
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The slaughter had begun. Vegeta wasn't even enough to whet our appetite. We wanted more power. We wanted a bigger and better challenge and it soon came our way in the color of green. Green. Synonymous with Namek. Piccolo approached us next and gave us the fuel we were looking for. He lasted longer than Vegeta, but not by much. I am proud to say that I was the one that defeated the enemy that time.
"Ummm...." Eighteen said and I looked at her. Does she realize how annoying it is to switch from the past to the present?
"NOW what?" I demanded. "Or are you looking for spelling errors?"
"Actually, we both took Piccolo out. I'm not taking a back seat to you, Seventeen. If you're going to do this, then split the credit where it needs to be split. It wasn't all you, you know."
"I KNOW that! And it wasn't all you, either! Who was after Piccolo, anyway?"
"I think Krillin was."
"Not Yamcha?"
"Puhlease. That human never had a chance. I mean, we killed that Saiyen guy and that Namek. How could HE have thought he could beaten us?"
"What about Yajirobe? That was a one shot too."
"That lazy oaf shouldn't have even bothered to cross us."
"Okay. We're missing someone. Who?"
"Tien."
"Oh yeah. Him. He did put up a good fight. Too bad it wasn't long enough. Of course, I wasn't feeling forgiving that day so it didn't really matter."
"Come on, you've never been forgiving."
"I know. That leaves us with..."
"Gohan."
"Oh yeah. Gohan. Now I can put this page in that you made me redo."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault you were trying to leave out some important information."
"I wanted it to sound exciting."
"You just wanted to make yourself look better."
"I did not."
"Just let me read what you've done now and I'll tell you whether or not it sounds better."
"There's the page. Satisfied?"
He stood about five feet tall, possibly more, his body boasting a muscular frame, topped off with coarse hair as dark as mine that stood on end as if he had never gotten over the effects of an electrical shock. His eyes were as dark as that old carbon filled rock that was once known as coal. There was even the coldness about them that coal had once it became diamonds thousand of years later. He watched me and I found myself smiling. This was going to be fun.
"Hello? He's not all yours, you know. I want some shots at him too,"
Eighteen said and I looked at her.
"Do you want the first shot?" I asked and she shrugged her
shoulders.
"If you don't want it."
Before I could reply the boy released a bolt of light at the spot
where I had just been standing. Eighteen shook back her hair and looked at me.
"He got the first strike. I can't believe you let him do that," she said and I glared at her.
"Don't put this all on me. You didn't do anything either," I said and she blinked her eyes.
"I thought you wanted the first strike so I was being nice and giving it to you. Besides, you were the one that wanted to chase after him. I was perfectly happy looking at clothes until YOU destroyed them all."
"Let's just get him."
"All right."
Our opponent was fast, we soon found out as we gave chase. He lead us into a game of hide and seek, but we soon took the advantage when we blew away the buildings in our way. It also angered him, we knew, for just like the fighters before him, he held a sickening sentimentality for the humans of Earth. But it made
sense that he was trying to confuse us. Anyone brave enough to take a shot at us would have to be
fast on his feet. He'd also have to have some strategy. Vegeta, not counted in that. That arrogant...Saiyen? Is that what they call themselves? I believe it is. That arrogant Saiyen approached us one on one and challenged us to a fight to the death. When he made that challenge, I doubt that he had his own death in mind.
We soon overtook the arrogant Saiyen and I released a bolt to his side and watched him wince in pain. He wouldn't get us the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
"Well you got him," Eighteen commented. "Now it's my turn."
"I'm not done with him yet," I said and she looked at me.
"Come on. He's the only fun we've had in awhile. It's only fair that
we share. Pretty soon, the entertainment is going to stop and we'll have to waste this entire world. Why should you get all the glory on this one?"
"Because I found him."
"I got us to the right area, though."
"That wasn't part of your plan. You just wanted to go shopping."
"I still had us in the correct part of town."
"Fine, have a go. Just don't damage him too much."
"Are you going to fight or are you going to argue? I could have
escaped by now if I wanted to," the kid said and I looked at him.
"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?" I asked.
"Even if you had escaped, we would have found you so why don't you
just stand still and die like the pest you are?" Eighteen asked as
she released a series of blasts.
The kid jumped about the derelict buildings, avoiding her shots and
I watched my sister's anger grow as she kept missing the target. It looked like some sort of twisted shooting game. The kid looked like some sort of jumping monkey that managed to stay one step ahead of the blasts of the hunter's gun. But, he WAS tiring, I could see and it would be only a matter of time before we had him.
"Stand still!"
"Tired now? Guess it's my turn."
"Such an annoying little pest. I'm going to make him pay for making me break a sweat."
"What's he doing now?" I asked as I shielded my eyes from the light that the kid was emitting. The light soon died down and he stood tall with yellow hair darker than my sister's.
"Hmph. A faker. I don't like people who try to copy my hair color,"
she said and the kid's eyes narrowed in anger.
"Let's settle this NOW," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. I
leaned forward, my eyes as cold as his. I was ready for whatever
attack he tried.
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"Hey, you changed it," Eighteen said and I looked at her. Didn't she have anything better to do then to stand and read over my shoulders?
"Bet it sounds better, doesn't it?" I asked and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Why do you keep bringing the clothes up? I have it almost forgotten then you bring it up again. That was a really nice outfit, too."
"The clothes aren't that important. Does it sound a little more accurate now? Since you're going to be my unwanted editor?"
"Unwanted? Look, if I don't check up on what you're doing, you're going to twist it so much that it makes like you defeated everyone and I stood around doing nothing. Let's not forget that YOU were the first one that got absorbed by Cell. Whose fault was that?"
"Hey...I'm not even up to that part yet. Absorbed...ugh! I don't even want to think about that horrible sensation. But, hey. You weren't exempt from that feeling either."
"I know. It was either that or the twerp was going to shut me off for good."
"I know what happened. Just hold onto that. I'm not done with Gohan yet."
"Well let's see how much justice or injustice you do to Vegeta's brat then, shall we?"
"Gohan dies first."
"Um..."
"What now?"
"That purple haired faker was there when we thrashed Gohan at the amusement park, remember? I had him by the collar, dangling off of the ferris wheel."
"All right, all right, all right! I'll redo that then."
"I didn't know you had gotten to that part yet."
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There is a humming in my ears. It's the sound of...gears, I suppose.
Perhaps it's something else. I'm not sure. How can I express my
emotions when I do not know the names of things? I am conscious, but
barely. Can it be called consciousness when all I can do is think? I
suppose it can, because thought constitutes being and being
constitutes reality. I am here. I am alive. Perhaps not alive in the
accepted definition, but I am here. I am a presence in this world.
There is a crackling sound in my ears and heat on my skin. I know I
must be more than a mind, even though I can't see anything. I can
hear and feel, although my sense of touch is slightly dulled.
Perhaps that's because I'm not fully functional. I feel a shock in
my body and I open my eyes. An old man stands before me, shouting
some commands. I stare at him blankly, a strange expression on his
face as I see his mouth move then hear his words.
"Arise Number 17. Arise!"
Number 17. Is that me? Is that my name? I move my hands and stand,
stretching my body. I am suddenly aware of my entire body. Every
nerve and each muscle, all moving together as one. This feeling is
strange. How is it possible to be able to move when only a few
seconds ago there was nothing? The logic in this escapes me.
"Who...are you?"
Is that my voice? I've never heard it before...It sounds strange yet
familiar as if I can sense that it is mine. I am capable of speech,
I think to myself as I move my fingers, testing my hand's dexterity.
"I am your creator, Dr. Gero. You and your sister are my greatest
creations! You will destroy the world as we know it and build a new
one!"
Sister? What's he talking about? I know not of any sibling. My
memory has nothing of a sibling. Perhaps something in this dimly lit
room will give me a clue as to what he's talking about. I turn and
see in the next metallic tube a female with blonde hair. I watch as
the doctor pushes some buttons, throws some levers, and throws some
switches. In seconds, her eyes snap open and she is, just like I was
mere moments ago, using her sense of sight for the first time. She
looks just like I must have looked when the dim fluorescent light
first touched my retinas.
"Good. Good. Seventeen, Eighteen, listen to me!" the old man cried
and my sister, Eighteen folded her arms.
"Why should we listen to you, old man?" she asked. Perhaps she has
gotten a better grasp on this existence than I have. The old man
shakes his fists in anger at her insubordination.
"I am your creator! You will do as I say!"
"I don't think so. Come on," she said looking at me. "Wanna do
something fun? Listening to this obsolete thing isn't fun."
"I see you point," I replied as I suddenly became aware of my full
capabilities. I am an android. I have abilities that far exceed
human standards. The world that we are in can very well be ours
because of what the good doctor had equipped us with. I nodded my
head and smiled.
"Let's do something fun."
The city was gaudy in my opinion. Bright lights and audacious
buildings. How illogical organic life forms are. What's the
functionality in these designs? A scream of pain reaches my ears
and I glance at Eighteen.
"What's the matter? You're slowing down. I'm twenty to your
fifteen," she said.
"Sorry. I'm just bored," I replied.
"All right. Let's go look at the stores then."
"That's not exciting. I want a challenge."
"Come on. I want to do something different."
"All right but if you can't find anything. We're going to do
something else."
"Fair enough."
Shopping wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted something different but
not like that. If there is one thing that I know I was not prepared
for, it is the mind of a woman. I swear there is no logic in their
minds. Even in my sister, there is some faulty logic in her mind.
"Would you come on? All the stores belong to us. We own this town."
We own this town. What good does that do? All we own is some
buildings and humans that are scared to death. I want a challenge.
What happened to all the warriors that legends are made of? They
were all killed. There's no challenge here any more. This planet
deserves to die. This planet deserves to be destroyed. If it is not
able to defend itself, then it deserves to be destroyed.
My sister sighed in annoyance and I glanced at her. I take to the air
and follow her. Shopping. How pathetic. A challenge better show up
soon or else I'll make my own excitement.
Women. How can she be content with going throughout the store
picking things up and trying things on? The only amusing thing about
this trip is how terrified the human looks and even that is pretty
bad.
"Are you almost done?" I asked and she looked at me.
"Hold on. I'm trying to decide. We'll go do something really fun
after this if you want. What do you think? Is this one better?" she
asked.
"That one definitely suits you," the store owner said, his hands
shaking in terror.
"All right. See? This one has good taste."
"Yeah whatever. Are you almost done?" I asked.
"I haven't been here that long."
"It's been a half hour."
"That's not long. You agreed to this so you can stop complaining
about it."
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That influx in energy. Something's out there. There is still
someone with power left on this pitiful world. And here I was
thinking I'd have to blow it up."
"We'll check it out in a minute. I'm still tying to decide."
I raised my arm and pointed it at a support beam to the store. With
one shot, the building crashed down around us. When the smoke
cleared, Eighteen stood there, holding a shredded piece of clothing
and looking at me in annoyance.
"Why did you do that? I was almost done, you know. Why did you kill
him anyway? I was going to spare him."
"These humans aren't worth the trouble it takes to spare them. Come
on. I think I've finally located some REAL fun," I said and took off,
knowing that my sister was close behind me.
He stood tall and muscular with hair as dark as mine. His black
eyes watched me and I found myself smiling. This was going to be
fun.
"He's not all yours, you know. I want some shots at him too,"
Eighteen said and I looked at her.
"Do you want the first shot?" I asked and she shrugged her
shoulders.
"If you don't want it."
Before I could reply the boy released a bolt of light at the spot
where I had just been standing.
"He got the first strike. I can't believe you let him do that."
"Don't put this all on me. You didn't do anything either."
"You were the one that wanted to chase after him. I was perfectly
happy looking at clothes until YOU destroyed them all."
"Let's just get him."
"All right."
Our opponent was fast, we soon found out as we gave chase. It made
sense. Anyone brave enough to take a shot at us would have to be
fast on his feet. But, we were faster. I released a bolt and
watched him wince in pain. He wouldn't get us the satisfaction of
hearing him scream.
"Well you got him," Eighteen commented. "Now it's my turn."
"I'm not done with him yet," I said and she looked at me.
"Come on. He's the only fun we've had in awhile. It's only fair that
we share."
"Fine, have a go. Just don't damage him too much."
"Are you going to fight or are you going to argue? I could have
escaped by now if I wanted to," the kid said and I looked at him.
"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?" I asked.
"Even if you had escaped, we would have found you so why don't you
just stand still and die like the pest you are?" Eighteen asked as
she released a series of blasts.
The kid jumped about the derelict buildings, avoiding her shots and
I watched my sister's anger grow as she kept missing the target.
"Stand still!"
"Tired now? Guess it's my turn."
"Such an annoying little pest. What's he doing now?" I asked as I
shielded my eyes from the light that the kid was emitting. The
light soon died down and he stood tall with yellow hair darker than
my sister's.
"Hmph. A faker. I don't like people who try to copy my hair color,"
she said and the kid's eyes narrowed in anger.
"Let's settle this NOW," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. I
leaned forward, my eyes as cold as his. I was ready for whatever
attack he tried.
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"You've got it wrong, you know," Eighteen said and I looked at her. I had been writing down an account of our experiences when she came into the room and began reading over my shoulder.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You're making it sound like Gohan was the first when he wasn't."
"Well, he was the REAL challenge."
"But if you're going to do this, you'd better start at Vegeta."
"Why? You're the one that killed him. I didn't do anything."
"You should tell the story right, Seventeen or else I'll take over."
"Who said you'd take over?"
"I just did."
"I'M the one telling this story. You can't take over. You're not
even supposed to be here."
"I've got to make sure you don't exaggerate, don't I?"
"Who said I'd exaggerate?"
"Come on, Seventeen. I know you'd make it sound like you defeated
all of them or something like that."
"I haven't been doing that at all. I've been pretty accurate,
haven't I?"
She looked over my shoulder at what I had written.
"Well, all except for Gohan, I guess you've kept it pretty close to
what happened," she said. "And you still owe me for destroying all
those nice clothes. It's not my fault you got bored."
"It's my fault for letting you choose where to go. If I had been
making the decisions, we wouldn't have wound up in that store."
"Oh come on. You were just as bored destroying buildings as I was.
That's why we went after Vegeta when he showed up."
"All right, all right. I'll change it."
"Good."
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Okay, okay. I'll redo it according to what happened. I've got my sister watching over me to make sure I do it right. Can't she just leave me alone? Anyways, back to the account of what happened to us.
He approached us first, his hair still as black of mine but he wasn't as tall as me. He had a look of power in his eyes and I knew that to seek us out directly, he was a great hero or incredible stupid. His name, as we soon found out was Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyens.
"A prince, huh?" Eighteen asked as he sized him up. "Where's your crown?"
"Perhaps he lost it," I said and Eighteen laughed.
"He lost it? Oh, that's a shame. Perhaps he should go look for it instead of challenging us."
"You're going to pay for those remarks!" Vegeta cried and began concentrating.
"What's he doing?" I asked and Eighteen shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know. Looks like he's throwing a fit," she said then gasped when Vegeta's hair turned amber.
"So you can change your hair color. Big deal."
"Oh, it's much more than that," Vegeta said and struck my shocked sister.
"He wants to play," I said as Eighteen shook off her shock and gazed at Vegeta.
"I don't like people who try to copy my hair color. I'm going to make you PAY," she said and Vegeta folded his arms.
"Oh really?" he asked, a touch of cynicism in his voice.
I watched his cockiness change to fear and shock as Eighteen opened fire on him. His dying scream amused us as we watched his body fall to the ground below. I glanced at Eighteen and smiled.
"I think we've finally found something exciting to do," I said.
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The slaughter had begun. Vegeta wasn't even enough to whet our appetite. We wanted more power. We wanted a bigger and better challenge and it soon came our way in the color of green. Green. Synonymous with Namek. Piccolo approached us next and gave us the fuel we were looking for. He lasted longer than Vegeta, but not by much. I am proud to say that I was the one that defeated the enemy that time.
"Ummm...." Eighteen said and I looked at her. Does she realize how annoying it is to switch from the past to the present?
"NOW what?" I demanded. "Or are you looking for spelling errors?"
"Actually, we both took Piccolo out. I'm not taking a back seat to you, Seventeen. If you're going to do this, then split the credit where it needs to be split. It wasn't all you, you know."
"I KNOW that! And it wasn't all you, either! Who was after Piccolo, anyway?"
"I think Krillin was."
"Not Yamcha?"
"Puhlease. That human never had a chance. I mean, we killed that Saiyen guy and that Namek. How could HE have thought he could beaten us?"
"What about Yajirobe? That was a one shot too."
"That lazy oaf shouldn't have even bothered to cross us."
"Okay. We're missing someone. Who?"
"Tien."
"Oh yeah. Him. He did put up a good fight. Too bad it wasn't long enough. Of course, I wasn't feeling forgiving that day so it didn't really matter."
"Come on, you've never been forgiving."
"I know. That leaves us with..."
"Gohan."
"Oh yeah. Gohan. Now I can put this page in that you made me redo."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault you were trying to leave out some important information."
"I wanted it to sound exciting."
"You just wanted to make yourself look better."
"I did not."
"Just let me read what you've done now and I'll tell you whether or not it sounds better."
"There's the page. Satisfied?"
He stood about five feet tall, possibly more, his body boasting a muscular frame, topped off with coarse hair as dark as mine that stood on end as if he had never gotten over the effects of an electrical shock. His eyes were as dark as that old carbon filled rock that was once known as coal. There was even the coldness about them that coal had once it became diamonds thousand of years later. He watched me and I found myself smiling. This was going to be fun.
"Hello? He's not all yours, you know. I want some shots at him too,"
Eighteen said and I looked at her.
"Do you want the first shot?" I asked and she shrugged her
shoulders.
"If you don't want it."
Before I could reply the boy released a bolt of light at the spot
where I had just been standing. Eighteen shook back her hair and looked at me.
"He got the first strike. I can't believe you let him do that," she said and I glared at her.
"Don't put this all on me. You didn't do anything either," I said and she blinked her eyes.
"I thought you wanted the first strike so I was being nice and giving it to you. Besides, you were the one that wanted to chase after him. I was perfectly happy looking at clothes until YOU destroyed them all."
"Let's just get him."
"All right."
Our opponent was fast, we soon found out as we gave chase. He lead us into a game of hide and seek, but we soon took the advantage when we blew away the buildings in our way. It also angered him, we knew, for just like the fighters before him, he held a sickening sentimentality for the humans of Earth. But it made
sense that he was trying to confuse us. Anyone brave enough to take a shot at us would have to be
fast on his feet. He'd also have to have some strategy. Vegeta, not counted in that. That arrogant...Saiyen? Is that what they call themselves? I believe it is. That arrogant Saiyen approached us one on one and challenged us to a fight to the death. When he made that challenge, I doubt that he had his own death in mind.
We soon overtook the arrogant Saiyen and I released a bolt to his side and watched him wince in pain. He wouldn't get us the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
"Well you got him," Eighteen commented. "Now it's my turn."
"I'm not done with him yet," I said and she looked at me.
"Come on. He's the only fun we've had in awhile. It's only fair that
we share. Pretty soon, the entertainment is going to stop and we'll have to waste this entire world. Why should you get all the glory on this one?"
"Because I found him."
"I got us to the right area, though."
"That wasn't part of your plan. You just wanted to go shopping."
"I still had us in the correct part of town."
"Fine, have a go. Just don't damage him too much."
"Are you going to fight or are you going to argue? I could have
escaped by now if I wanted to," the kid said and I looked at him.
"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?" I asked.
"Even if you had escaped, we would have found you so why don't you
just stand still and die like the pest you are?" Eighteen asked as
she released a series of blasts.
The kid jumped about the derelict buildings, avoiding her shots and
I watched my sister's anger grow as she kept missing the target. It looked like some sort of twisted shooting game. The kid looked like some sort of jumping monkey that managed to stay one step ahead of the blasts of the hunter's gun. But, he WAS tiring, I could see and it would be only a matter of time before we had him.
"Stand still!"
"Tired now? Guess it's my turn."
"Such an annoying little pest. I'm going to make him pay for making me break a sweat."
"What's he doing now?" I asked as I shielded my eyes from the light that the kid was emitting. The light soon died down and he stood tall with yellow hair darker than my sister's.
"Hmph. A faker. I don't like people who try to copy my hair color,"
she said and the kid's eyes narrowed in anger.
"Let's settle this NOW," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. I
leaned forward, my eyes as cold as his. I was ready for whatever
attack he tried.
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"Hey, you changed it," Eighteen said and I looked at her. Didn't she have anything better to do then to stand and read over my shoulders?
"Bet it sounds better, doesn't it?" I asked and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Why do you keep bringing the clothes up? I have it almost forgotten then you bring it up again. That was a really nice outfit, too."
"The clothes aren't that important. Does it sound a little more accurate now? Since you're going to be my unwanted editor?"
"Unwanted? Look, if I don't check up on what you're doing, you're going to twist it so much that it makes like you defeated everyone and I stood around doing nothing. Let's not forget that YOU were the first one that got absorbed by Cell. Whose fault was that?"
"Hey...I'm not even up to that part yet. Absorbed...ugh! I don't even want to think about that horrible sensation. But, hey. You weren't exempt from that feeling either."
"I know. It was either that or the twerp was going to shut me off for good."
"I know what happened. Just hold onto that. I'm not done with Gohan yet."
"Well let's see how much justice or injustice you do to Vegeta's brat then, shall we?"
"Gohan dies first."
"Um..."
"What now?"
"That purple haired faker was there when we thrashed Gohan at the amusement park, remember? I had him by the collar, dangling off of the ferris wheel."
"All right, all right, all right! I'll redo that then."
"I didn't know you had gotten to that part yet."