When Trunks delivered his message from the future, he changed history. The time he lived in would not come to pass, thanks to him. But fate has a way of correcting itself. When the young Saiyan arrived, his presence was noticed by various surveillance drones once owned by the Red Ribbon Army. Doctor Gero sat in his lab, watching the footage of the Z Warriors' meeting. He made careful notes of each fighter's combat abilities and gauged their various threat levels.
But what really caught his attention was their mentions of the fabled Dragon Balls. Something about them nagged at Gero's memory. He dove through his meticulous archives and quickly found an answer. It was the final project of Commander Red, the root of his petty desires that ultimately caused the Army's downfall. Gero grumbled and ground his teeth. Yet another reminder of his buffoon of a commander. The only thing he was ever good at was being a nearly unlimited source of research funds.
But the way the Z Warriors spoke of the Dragon Balls made him reconsider just how foolish Red was. Of course, he was a fool guided by even more foolish ideals. But he was on the right track. The unlimited power of a wish could have made the Red Ribbon Army the dominant force on the planet. But its leader was too short-sighted to see it happen. But with them in Gero's hands, the possibilities were endless. He could finally see his dream realized: To replace the entire human race with his artificial beings of his creation!
Finding them would be no simple task. The Red Ribbon Army had a locator for them, but it was horribly inefficient. Non-mobile and only accurate up to 100 kilometers. He would have made a newer, better version, but his data on the Dragon Balls was lost in Goku's assault on the base. It would take him years to recreate the data on their electromagnetic signature, longer still if he wanted to remain in the shadows. But, based on his surveillance, Gero was able to determine that the Capsule Corp woman had a Dragon Ball locator of sorts. Stealing it would only draw attention, and a genius of Gero's talents would not stoop to using a competitor's technology. But if he could beat them to even a single Dragon Ball, he could reverse engineer a locator with it.
Gero knew full well that he would not be able to pull it off alone. Despite his vast intellect, he was still one man trying to find seven small orbs across the planet. Android 19 was a finished product, but he had no autonomy. He was a valuable enforcer, but could not be trusted to move out on his own. This task was too big for the two of them, and Project Cell still needed several years of incubation. So, against his better judgement, Gero activated Androids 17 and 18.
From there, history moved as it normally did. 17 and 18 rebelled against Gero at every step. They refused to listen when he barked orders. They defied his wishes and activated Android 16. 19 was there to subdue them, but it was two on one. The rotund automaton never stood a chance. Backed into a corner by his own creations, Dr. Gero feebly tried to threaten them with their remote bombs. But the old man was too slow, and was swiftly dispatched. The genius scientist behind the Red Ribbon Army lost his life to artificial lifeforms made by his own hands.
Now on their own, Androids 16, 17, and 18 had their own lives again. The ability to make their own decisions. But with their newfound freedom, they also found themselves directionless. Which is why 16's suggestion to resume the late doctor's plan to acquire the Dragon Balls was accepted without question. It was something to do. If it was boring, they could always find something else to do. And if they found them all? Then they could do whatever the hell they wanted.
"Where do we even start?" asked 17, his feet up on the dashboard of their newly acquired truck. "We have no idea where these things are." The truck shook as 16's massive bulk climbed into the back seat. "Easy, Big Guy," 18 had to plant her shoulder against the door to keep her head from bonking into the window. 16 settled into place, his face as implacable as always. "It appears that this vehicle's suspension is not fully capable of handling my excess weight," the large automaton droned in his passive voice. "I apologize for my miscalculation."
"Don't sweat it," 17 waved him off as he started the engine. "If this one breaks down, we can always grab another one. 16 nodded behind him and settled in to the center of the seat, making sure he didn't cause any additional drag while his siblings drove. 17's eyes lit up as they hit the open road. Miles of freedom stretched out before him. "When we find the Dragon Balls," he mused. "What are we going to wish for?" 18 raised a skeptical eyebrow but didn't look up from her nails. "I think we should focus on finding them before we get lost in fantasies."
"Focusing on the end goal can be a positive motivator for many tasks," came 16's voice from behind them. "Though it is prudent to determine our first course of action." 17 sighed, "You're right. First things first." His fingers drummed the steering wheel as he thought over their plan. "Where did Gero leave off at? Some half-assed plan like usual?"
"Affirmative," stated 16. "His intention was to stay in the shadows until he could accomplish his goals. If my assessment of the two of you is correct, I do not believe that will be an impediment in our search." 18 rested her head on her hand and watched the trees zoom past. "Not really our style, no," 17 said with a chuckle. "Doctor Gero's original plan was to acquire one of the Dragon Balls with the two of you and Number 19's assistance. From there, he would have developed a location device to enable him to acquire the rest of them."
"Man, you woke up after us!" 17 let out a hearty laugh. "How do you know all of this?" 16 reached his arm forward and showed a data access port built into his hand. "I downloaded the contents of Doctor Gero's computer system before we left his laboratory. I have access to the complete archive of all of his research and experiments, including his personal notes. Shall I project his record on the Dragon Ball agenda for you?"
18 hurriedly shoved 16's hand away. "Ugh, no!" she snapped. "If I never have to hear that monster's voice again, it'll be too soon!" 17 had to focus to keep his eyes on the road. "I would have to agree," he said, his voice growing cold. "The less we think about him, the better." 16 placed his hands on his lap. "I apologize if I have caused you distress," he said. "It was not my intention to raise unpleasant memories."
With a sigh, 18 patted him on the knee. "No harm done, Big Guy," she assured him. She sighed, forcing the negative thoughts out of her head. "Let's get back on track. What's our plan?" 17 smirked. "I think our big brother would agree that we should take the 'most efficient route to success,'" The large android nodded, "I do." 18 looked at her twin expectantly. "Which means?" she asked." 17's smirk grew to a wolfish grin.
"Smash and grab."
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The plan was simple: do the opposite of Gero's plan. By stealing a Dragon Ball locator, they could use their infinite energy to reach the remaining Dragon Balls before Goku and his companions could even realize what occurred. Stealing one directly from Capsule Corp would be too high profile even for them. Too much security, too urban of a location. But Briefs couldn't have been the only one with a locator. She wouldn't be so selfish to hold onto the only one herself, right? Naturally, Goku had to have one as well.
Using Gero's surveillance data, finding Goku's house was not an issue. With the androids having no discernible power levels, they could stake out the place and never get noticed. Which is what they did for an evening. While they were trying to pull this off quickly, they were smart enough to know better than to storm Goku's house while he was home. But 17 and 18 could only sit still for so long before they got bored and wanted to start some trouble.
The group of them got lucky that it never came to that. For whatever reason, Goku and his wife both left home only a few hours after they arrived. At 16's insistence, they gave it another ten minutes before heading inside. Just to make sure Goku didn't come back because he forgot something. With his assent, the twin androids blitzed the door. It wasn't even locked. "Hillbillies," 18 scoffed.
The two of them searched the house while 16 stood guard outside. They ransacked the place, leaving no stone unturned. Despite their best efforts, they came up empty. They were starting to get angry. They had wasted hours waiting for an opening and there was nothing to show for it? 17 was ready to blow the house to kingdom come when 18 put a hand on his shoulder. During their search, they kept relatively quiet. Their bodies did not put out much sound, and they had not bothered talking while they looked. Which was good, because they did not disturb whoever still had a light on down the hall.
Pressing a finger to her lips, 18 motioned for her brother to follow. The pair crept down the hall, listening intently for signs of life. Their enhanced senses picked up several sounds. Scratching wood. Papers shuffling. And a low muttering as someone quietly talked to themselves. Stopping outside the door, 17 and 18 looked at each other. One look told them both exactly how they were going to play this.
Casually opening the door, 17 stepped into the room while 18 leaned against the frame. A young boy spun around at the sound, his pencil flying into the air. 18 watched him close, keeping an eye out for any tricks from the kid. She identified him as Son Gohan, Goku's son. Eight years old, he spent most of his time studying from what Gero's surveillance had picked up. A weak link. A little bit of pressure, and they would get all the answers they needed.
"Easy, kid," 17 put out his palms to calm the boy. Gohan flinched even harder, his chair clattering against his desk. The android quickly slapped his hands down to his side. "My bad," he said, but kept approaching. "You must've had a few energy blasts fired your way." Gohan nodded. "Who are you?" came his timid voice. "What are you doing here?"
"We're friends of your dad," 17 lied, stepping closer. "He asked us to help him find the Dragon Balls a while back, and we stopped in to talk." Gohan pressed his back farther against his chair. His eyes darted over 17's body and he frowned. "I've seen that before," he said, pointing at the logo on 17's shirt. "You're with the Red Ribbon Army! You're the bad guys!"
18 sighed and smeared her face with her hand. "I told you to change that shirt!" she groaned into her palm. 17's face twisted. The boy was too smart for his own good. "Look, kid," he tried not to growl but his anger was rising. "I don't want to hurt you, so just tell us where your Dragon Ball locator is, and we'll leave." 18 winced as she watched Gohan's eyes steel at that comment. The idiot just had to threaten him. "I'm not telling you anything!" the boy cried, and bolted from his chair.
With 18 still posted up by the door, she easily stopped him. Even without her augmented strength, she could have pushed the boy to the ground with nothing but leverage. But she didn't. 18 stayed firm and didn't let Gohan pass, but she did it with a solid jerk of his shirt. She dragged the boy, kicking and screaming, back to his chair. 17 cracked his knuckles with a sneer, but 18 shot up into his face. "No," she snapped. "Out."
"What?" 17 was bewildered. "Why should I-" 18 shoved him towards the door. "Because I can make him talk, and he'll never do it with you around." 17 sputtered in impotent rage before stomping for the door. Slamming it behind him, he left his sister alone with the young boy. Keeping her hand firmly on his chest, she kept him pinned to his chair. "I'm sorry about him," she said calmly. "He can be a real ass sometimes. I just wanted to be alone with you," she purred. "Such a cute little boy. I bet you'll grow up to be big and strong." She knelt down, keeping her pretty face at eye level for him. Fluttering her eyelashes, 18 ran a hand down the boy's cheek. "So handsome," she continued. "I bet you've got girls chasing after you, left and right. And if not, they're missing out."
Gohan frowned. "You're not going to Good Cop me," he crossed his arms. "I'm not telling you anything." 18 cocked an eyebrow at that. Smart kid. But he was still a kid. "Trust me," she said with a chuckle. "There's nothing good about me." With that, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her breast. Gohan went wide-eyed as his face turned beet red. He tried to pull away, but 18 held onto him with her strong grip. She pressed his hand against her chest, letting him feel the swell of it. 18 had used her looks to get herself and 17 out of trouble long before Gero ever kidnapped them. It wasn't often that she had to do something like this with a young boy, but she was no stranger to it.
"Let's make a deal," she whispered to Gohan. "You tell me what I want to know. Just one little question." For a moment, she felt his fingers dig into her flesh on their own. "And you can have so much more than this." The boy was beginning to sweat. This was so much, so fast! But she was so soft. It was unlike anything he had felt before. Involuntarily, his mouth fell open. Gohan quickly snapped it shut, gritting his teeth.
"Not enough for you?" 18 purred. Her hand trailed down the boy's chest. "Allow me to offer a further incentive." Slender fingers slipped into his pants. His whole body jerked when she touched him. A quiet smile touched the corners of 18's lips. She slid his pants down his legs, exposing him to the cold air. Gohan shivered while 18 took in the sight of him. His penis wasn't anything impressive, but for his age, she wasn't expecting much in the first place. Her fingers still wrapped around it nicely, and she gave it a gentle tug.
Gohan gasped, a shower of sensation cascaded through his young body. "That feels good?" 18 whispered, her fingers gently gliding up and down. She kept his hand firm against her chest. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him furiously shake his head. "Not enough for you?" she asked. "So demanding," 18 pulled her chest away from his hand and smirked when he instinctively reached for her. She let her vest drop down her back and pulled off her white top.
18 smiled cockily when she saw Gohan's eyes go wide at the sight of her naked breasts. They were firm and perky. Her nipples stiffened in the cold air. Gero had not augmented their size, but she had noticed an artificial reduction of any sag. If she was ever going to thank him for anything, it was that she was going to be hot for a very long time. Leaning back in, 18 placed Gohan's hand back on her chest and returned her attention to the boy's cock.
Gone were his attempts at resisting her. He flung himself at her breasts, pawing at them like a feral child. 18 let herself enjoy the feeling of another's touch for the first time in so long. But she wasn't there to enjoy herself. She stroked his cock, giving the boy a proper handjob. He squirmed and shook, gasped and moaned. It was always so easy. "That's it," 18 cooed. "This is all for you."
Gohan bucked his hips against her hand. Something inside of him was burning, yearning to be released. He had never felt anything like this before! His mother had always told him not to play with himself or else he'd grow hair on his eyes. But feeling like this would have been worth it! He mewled pathetically, chasing that feeling. That explosion brewing within him. He was just about-
And then she stopped. Gohan cried out in surprise as the beautiful woman backed away from him. She sat down on the end of his bed and rested her chin in her hands. A sickly sweet smile was on her face. "Wha- Why did you?" Gohan trembled, his cock twitching with need. "Felt good, didn't it?" 18 said, her elbows planted on her knees. Strategically covering her breasts from view. Gohan struggled to answer. Shame coursed through him as he realized how close he was to giving away information to the enemy.
"I think it's time we cut a new deal," 18 said, standing to full height. The gorgeous woman towered over the boy who struggled to think properly. "You tell me where your dad's Dragon Ball locator is," Gohan hissed through his clenched jaw, his teeth grinding together. He almost didn't notice her snap open the button on her jeans. When she pulled them down her long, long legs, his mouth fell open. With her legs pressed together, she slipped backwards onto his bed. 18 nestled herself against the boy's pillow and smiled. She had him in the palm of her hand.
Spreading her legs, she kept her hand over her pussy. Letting him see everything and nothing. "And I'll let you do whatever you want to me," she finished. Gohan stared wide-eyed at her, not realizing he was rising to his feet. 18 held a sultry gaze, watching as the boy approached her. With heavy footfalls, he stepped out of his pants. Trembling hands grabbed at his bedsheets. He pulled himself up and crawled towards her. But he was met with a foot planted on his chest. "Dragon Balls," 18 said, firmly. Her hand was still covering herself. Gohan made a shaky gulp as his mind continued to deteriorate. He couldn't tell her! Who knew what they were planning on wishing for! But she was so pretty. And she made him feel so good. He had to be strong. For his dad. For the world!
But he was weak. Gohan tried with all his might to keep the words from spilling out, but in the end, it didn't even matter. "My mom keeps our Dragon Radar in the refrigerator because that's the one place my dad will never lose it!" Tears stung at his eyes, both from the strain and the shame. He had failed. But when the blonde woman smiled at him and removed her hand, it all seemed worth it. The boy had never seen anything like it. It was like a flower was between her legs. Petals that glistened with morning dew.
Shuffling forward, Gohan was guided into place by 18's firm legs. She looked up at him through lidded eyes, waiting for him to begin. "Go on," she whispered. "You've earned it. For being such a good boy." His breath was shaking as he placed his hands on her hips. 18 closed her eyes, it really had been too long. Even hands as inexperienced as this kid's were making her feel good. A million thoughts were racing through Gohan's mind, mostly trying to figure out what to do. He had done a good amount of anatomy coursework before, but he had no practical experience.
18 shivered when he pressed his cock against her. The moment passed when he abruptly slid up along her folds. He tried again, and failed again. Fighting back an urge to make a rude comment, 18 reached down and grabbed him again. "Like this," she whispered, and helped guide him into her. The sensation of her slick, tight walls gripping his shaft made Gohan's knees buckle. He cried out, completely overwhelmed. Bottoming out inside her, he could barely keep himself held up.
A slender hand pressed against his chest and pushed him up. Through bleary eyes, Gohan looked up at 18's gorgeous face. Her pale blue eyes pierced through his soul. "Come on," she urged him. "Fuck me, kid." A fire was lit inside of Gohan's young body. Starting off slow, he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into her. 18 let her head roll back with a pleasant sigh. Pulling back felt like a betrayal of some kind. Like he was trying to run away from her. But when he pressed back in it felt like her pussy was clinging to him, trying to drag him deep into her core.
While 18 released a few content sighs, Gohan was grunting and shuddering above her. She had dragged the boy into a new world of sensations, and he couldn't handle it. Not completely. He whined and mewled, letting her know every emotion he was feeling. 18 felt a brief twinge in her heart, a sadistic knowledge crossing over her. She had come to this house to rob it, and also ended up stealing this boy's innocence. That realization caused a stirring in her core, and a heat began to spread through her.
Gohan's hips began pumping into her faster. He drilled his cock harder, making 18's breasts bounce with impact. She rocked her hips against his, letting him hit those perfect spots. He pounded down with a vigor she hadn't expected from such a small boy. 18 bit her lip, stifling a moan. It was starting to feel good, and as he slammed into her harder and harder, it only felt better. Snaking a hand down her toned stomach, 18 played with her clit. Anything to help herself along.
But the problem with sleeping with a virgin, and especially a child at that, is they have no staying power. With a surprised yelp and a buckling of his hips, 18 felt a familiar warmth shoot into her. Rolling her eyes back, the young woman reveled in the first creampie she had taken in years. Gohan collapsed onto her, panting for breath. The kid was fit, but the amount of work he had put in would leave almost anyone tired.
Work that left 18 unsatisfied. She had started this, and she was not walking away without finishing it. Sliding out from underneath him, she let Gohan flop onto his bed. He struggled to stand, his faculties returning to him. There were still intruders in his home. Regardless of how incredible this woman had made him feel, that man was still around. He was going to be trouble if he couldn't come up with a plan.
Gohan never got an opportunity to deal with 17, though. He found himself pushed onto his back. Those slender hands held his arms down, and with a chill of fear, he realized that she was stronger than him. He couldn't move. "I hope you didn't think we were done," 18 said while she straddled the boy's lap. "If you learn one thing from tonight, it's that you never leave a lady unhappy." Gohan looked up at her. She had been kind of scary when she and the man first showed up. Then she had become the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Suddenly, she was both.
18's hair was messy, several strands out of place. She tucked some of it behind her ear as she started down at the boy with hunger in her eyes. Her fit, slender body glowed in his dim bedroom light. The sweat on her fair skin gleamed, drawing his eye lower. She gripped his softening cock in one of her hands, pumping at his length. Keeping him hard. Once she was sure he was still ready to go, she raised her hips and sank down on him.
Gohan whined, suddenly feeling so much more sensitive than the first time. 18 let loose a shuddering moan. The boy wasn't very big, but she had a much better angle for him now. His cock was achingly hard, and scraped along all the best places inside her. Gently, she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the way he moved. Her hips drew his eyes, their erotic motions captivating him. "That's it!" 18 cried out. "I've been needing this for so long!"
Gohan tried to rise up, but 18 slammed her hands back onto his arms. "You're not going anywhere," she panted. "I haven't had an orgasm in years, and I am not leaving here without one!" The boy struggled against her, but her enhanced strength was too much for him. 18 closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation. She rocked her hips, grinding on Gohan's cock. Feeling him scrape along her slick walls.
The blonde let one of the boy's arms go so she could play with her clit. The fight had gone out of him once she started moving properly. His head thrashed about, too worked up to struggle. 18 kept a hand on his chest, just to let him know who was in charge. This wasn't about him anymore. No matter how good his cock felt. This was for 18 and her pleasure alone. He froze when she let out a throaty moan.
Suddenly Gohan felt dizzy. Seeing a woman enjoying herself so much with his body did things to his head that he didn't understand. He wanted her to feel good. To have that orgasm thing she was talking about. He had seen the term come up in his textbooks before, but couldn't quite remember the definition. Was it some kind of food? Either way, this beautiful woman wanted one from him, and he was going to let her take it.
18's melodic voice echoed through his small room. The thunderous claps of her ass crashing into his legs sent a jolt up his spine with every repetition. She stretched up to full height, running a hand through her hair. Finally opening her eyes, she looked down at the boy who stared back at her in awe. That look solidified a decision in her mind. Her brother and 16 could have the wish. She had everything she wanted right here.
Her hips moved with mechanical precision. Adjusting her angles to make his cock hit alternating sweet spots. 18's fingers danced around her clit, a whirlwind of ecstasy built up within her. Gohan gasped and panted beneath her, his young body unable to keep up with her demands. 18 cried out, her euphoria overflowing. This was it! This was what she had been waiting for! A hoarse moan spilled through her lips as her orgasm finally ripped through her body.
As her body quivered with the relaxation of each of her intensified muscles, she vaguely sensed a surge of warmth within her. The boy had come again. Good for him. Leaning against the wall, 18 took a moment to recover. Her breath returned to her easily. The reactor inside of her ensured that she would never run out of energy. She could go another dozen rounds if she wanted, but there was no time for that. Gohan wasn't so lucky. The boy had passed out with a dazed but happy look on his face.
18 stretched and stood from the boy's bed. This had been a very worthwhile diversion. She cleaned herself up and redressed. With her decision already made, she dressed Gohan as well and slung the sleeping boy over her shoulder. With a slight spring in her step, she left the boy's room behind. On her way out of the house, she ripped the door off the refrigerator and snatched up what was no doubt the Dragon Radar that was nestled between two racks of ribs.
As she stepped out into the night air, 17 looked at his sister with a frown. Looking at the boy she was carrying like a sack of potatoes, his frown deepened. He opened his mouth, but 18 cut him off by tossing him their prize. He handily caught the Dragon Radar and raised it up to be better seen in the moonlight. Pocketing it with a shrug, the two of them returned to 16 and their truck.
Loading themselves up, 18 sat in the passenger's seat, cradling the young boy in her arms. "Has Son Gohan decided to join us on our endeavor?" asked 16, many whirs and clicks audible as he processed new information. "In a way," 18 mused, running her hand through the boy's wet hair. 17 hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine. "Sis here thought it would be a great idea to bring her new booty call along," he said, now growing amused with the situation.
The whirs coming from 16's head intensified. "I see," he finally said as they sped out onto the open road. "You have entered into a sexual relationship with Son Gohan." 18 laughed softly, "As direct as ever, Big Guy." 17 chewed on his lip in thought. "Look, I get why you did it," he said. "Easiest way to get the locator. But why bring him with us?"
18 looked out the window, frustration growing within her. "I have needs too," she said. "And I can't just go jerk off in a bush like you can." 17 groaned. "I'm not saying that! Just jump some guy's bones when we have some downtime!" 18 whipped her head around. "And this way, I don't have to!" she snapped. "Our downtime just disappeared now that we have the Radar, so I've only got two other options." She jerked a finger at 17 and said, "I'm not sleeping with my brother and 16 doesn't have a dick!"
"I appreciate being considered," the big android droned from the back seat. The twins couldn't help but laugh at that. With the matter settled, 17 passed the Radar off to 16. With him navigating and her brother driving, 18 rested her shoulder against the window. The cold glass felt good as it pierced through her clothes to get to her skin. She held Gohan a little firmer against her. This was nice. A little bit of quiet intimacy. Listening to 17 rattle off his list of wish ideas made her smile. She was content for the time being. 18 and her new little boy toy were going to have a lot of fun together.
She just hoped he was okay with being kidnapped.