-In which, Android 17 realizes he has a niece. MAJOR MISCALCULATION!

Hello, peoples. I am proud to say this is my 38th fanfic, my 2nd drabbles series, and my 1st ever Dragon Ball Z fanfic. The credit for the basis of these drabbles goes to my sisters who have gotten hooked onto the show. I myself am not as crazy as them about the show, but I loved their ideas, and so I turned them into a drabble fanfic! Please enjoy!

Warning! Android 17 may be a bit OOC.

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"Hm... I wonder what my sister's been up to. Collecting data. Hm, she's living on an island with an old man, a baldy, and a little girl. Hm... What has she been doing? I must go see!"

And so the ebony-haired boy flew all the way to the island. He knocked on the door then rang the bell, but then he got impatient and decided to blast down the door. Only the door. The opened entrance revealed a little girl who was probably going to open the door which Android 17 had just blasted down.

"Who is it, Marron?"

17 recognized that voice as his sister's.

"18, how have you been?"

She gasped when she saw her brother. "17! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, come now, sister. No hug for your own brother?" He looked at the kid. "Who is she?"

"Oh, she . . ." 18 didn't know how to explain it. Would her brother react to the news the way she thought he would? "Her name is Marron. She . . . she's my daughter."

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"Daughter?" 17 managed to choke out. "Your daughter? 18, you must have a malfunction. That can't be possible. To have a daughter, you would have to have married first."

"Um . . . I did marry someone."

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"You . . . did?" Shock was clearly written on his face. "Really now? Who's the lucky guy?"

18 seemed a bit hesitant to tell him. ". . . Krillin."

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"Um . . . 17?"

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"17? Are you . . . alright?"

"You . . . Krillin . . . married . . . child! Miscalculation!"

"It's not a miscalculation! I am happily married!"

"MISCALCULATION!"

"17! Get a hold of yourself!"

"MISCALCULATION!"

18 facepalmed. Why did she even bother?

Marron could only laugh. "Mommy, who is the funny man?"

"He . . . Marron, he is your uncle."

"Oh . . . that's kinda neat. I always knew I was surrounded by weirdoes but, Mommy, this guy takes the cake."

"Yes, sweetie, yes, he does."

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