Whose game is it now?

Author's note:

Oh my God.. I'm going to alter a fic after 5 years. I didn't take it seriously at first, but as I revised more chapters I've considered this fic as my little jewel and I've become slightly obsessed it with. I've decided to change the concept slightly and add more depth to the characters and storyline. There were eight chapters in the story, but there are going to be more. I'm thinking about 11 or something. So, enjoy the new, emotional, angsty and sexy adventure of Trunks & Juunanagou

トランクスと十七号のセクシイな話。

(The sexy story of Trunks and Juunanagou)

Intro:

You probably have seen the episode Free the Future? (Last episode of the Cell Games). Trunks returns to the future to put an end to the Android's terror. Furious, he kills Eighteen. Seventeen faints and Trunks decides to spare him.

Trunks takes it upon himself to make the Android see the pain he's caused and show him the way how he should live his life. He locks 'em up in a capsule and hopes to learn a more gentle side of the Android, but he's only getting himself into trouble as factors such as lust, morality and loneliness are becoming part of their complex relationship.

Whose game is it now?

Chapter 1

一課

As Trunks balled his fists and looked at parts of the female Android, thousands of bolts and screws lay on the ground below. Glass shards, pieces of hair and other remains surrounded the mess. The soft wind blew parts of dust away from the wreckage.

Trunks was satisfied and smirked with absolute content. This time he was man, not a boy who couldn't do anything to stop the damage that the two Androids were inflicting on the earth. He was a strong man, a renewed man, a man of great ascended power. He was proud of it, and he was proud that he could end the suffering and chaos.

17 's eyes slowly widened. He was enable to speak as he looked at the pieces of his broken sister everywhere. The only friend in his fun world of games and destruction was annihilated. Facing this fact seemed almost surreal.

As 17 breathed heavily in and out, he took a few paces back and opened his eyes even more. Standing in a dusty construction area in front of Trunks, other thoughts crossed his mind. What would Trunks do to him ? Blast him into a thousand pieces? Throw him off the betting table of games? Game over?

Trunks lifted his eyes and stared at the horizon. The grin on his face has not yet disappeared. 17 saw that grin in the Saiyan's profile and realized that he was looking at someone more powerful than he. This source of energy called Trunks, turned his head and met the Android's confused eyes.

"What's wrong, Android? Are you afraid? Afraid that I'll do things to you? Which you, yourself had done before?"

A silent moment. 17 hesitated.

"Do not be ridicilous, Trunks"

Trunks smirked in a way like Vegeta used to, lifted his arm and pointed it into 17's direction. As energy deep within the Saiyan started awakening, the stretched body part started glowing. 17's lower lip started to tremble. He felt consumed with darkness as this overwhelming, powerful energy was too much to handle. The Android closed his eyes. A feeling of total disorientation had struck him. Dizzy and with a difficulty to breathe the Android collapsed on the ground below.

Trunks raised an eyebrow and lowered his hand causing his energy to disappear in the depths of his own being. His manly and Vegeta-like smirk had also disappeared. He just stood there, doing absolutely nothing.

Did he just faint? Has the Android just fainted? Thought Trunks as he removed strands of lavender hair from his face. He quietly walked towards the artificial life form, kicked 17 in his side and waited for a response. After there wasn't any, Trunks bent his knees and placed a hand on the Android's shoulder and started shaking him.

"Hey!"

17 actually looked quite harmless, he used to look like everything but harmless. Instead, he used to look like a coldhearted killing machine. But now, he was this vulnerable, lifeless thing.

Strange. Trunks himself was a man of pride; he learned that from training with his father in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Pride was a big part of his values. He couldn't kill 17, because the Android was not able to defend himself. He also could not let him wake up. He might do something unexpecting. No, he was not to be trusted.

What was his problem? Maybe he realized that the day where a stronger warrior than him had arrived. Now that he felt it himself, because he had just lost someone.. or something that stood close to him. This someone meant the world to him.

At this particular moment, Trunks viewed the Android as an equal, just for a mere second. The two men were even now, because they both lost someone special.

Trunks raised the right corner of this mouth.

"You like games huh? You're nothing Seventeen. That look you just gave me. I guess it's the same look that was on your face when Cell sucked you up. But look at you now. My dreams are fulfilled and your nightmares have just begun." he spoke.

Trunks shook the Android's arm.

"Hey?"

" .."

Knowing that the Android would not try to commit some sort of a sneak attack, Trunks lifted the Android over his shoulder. Ascending into the sky, Trunks looked thoughtfully.

"I'll show you games.." He thought as he flew towards Capsule Corp.

Maybe this piece of junk could be fixed? The past has shown me so much about these machines. They really could change, like the brave Android 16. There really was hope. Trunks could feel it.

Before he had realized it, Trunks was already home. He returned so quickly because of his incredible speed. He landed in front of his home and carried the lifeless Android inside the house.

Bulma just walked in the room with an exciting look on her face. That look only lasted a second as she had realized what her son just carried into her house.

"Trunks! What's that thing doing here?!"

"Well.."

"Trunks destroy it! Are you insane!" she screamed.

"Well mom, I've considered that option, but he just collapsed in front of my feet! I mean, what was I supposed to do? I can't blast a guy if he's unconscious. You know me better than that. And.. the Androids in the past were really different than the ones here. I believe that I can fix this guy.. he's kinda.. what ever.. even if I have to beat it out of him"

Bulma crossed her arms and shook her head.

"You do realize that he is responsible for.."

Trunks nodded carefully.

"Yeah I know.."

"What are you going to do with this machine?"

Trunks carried 17 on his shoulder, moved past Bulma and walked towards the stairs.

"I'm placing him in that human size capsule mom."

Bulma stroked her upper arm with her left hand.

"I don't trust him.."

"Believe me, it'll be okay. I'll be in the laboratory." said Trunks as he walked up the stairs

The Brief household was huge as it was filled with rooms and several laboratories for genius experiments. Bulma and her father were both great scientists and therefore needed a big amount of space for their technological tour de force. Trunks picked a laboratory where Bulma never worked. It was relatively small and hardly equipped. But there was something inside that wasn't present in the other labs. Human-size capsules. Bulma's father created them a long time ago in case there would be a world devasting emergency like an atomic war or a horrible earthquake. The capsules were so strong, that they couldn't be destroyed from the in or outside.

Trunks walked towards one of capsules and pressed a button to open it. The heavy, steal door opened slowly and revealed a small space.

The Saiyan threw the Android inside the capsule roughly. A loud thud of 17's metal bones on the floor echoed through the lab. Trunks stood in the door opening and scratched his chin. As he though about shaving he stared at the lifeless being. He noticed that the Android's black strands of hair had covered his flawless face. His beautiful, perfect, symmetrical face. Not a human in the world has such a beautiful bone structure and healthy skin. Also, nobody has such hair color. A deep, dark, black color, similar to the night. Also, no one's muscles are that tone, no matter how often you go to the gym or have trained in martial arts.

Trunks knew perfectly well that the Android's perfection was fake. He wasn't human. He was everything how a human wishes to look like. He was the ultimate perfection.

"Trunks honey! Let's have dinner kay?" Bulma's raspy voice echoed through the lab.

Trunks got up and nodded. "Ok mom coming.."

He looked at 17 and shut the heavy capsule door.

"Take care.."

To be continued..