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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
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This is purely Dragonball Z, an attempted Bulma/Android Sixteen lemon and a potential Vegeta/Bulma/Android Sixteen three-way. I didn't get far with it.
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An Android's Gratitude
Chapter I: Hospitalization
Kuril Islands, Russia, 1992 CE

Just north of Japan, the Kuril Islands belonging to the recently disbanded Soviet Union lay almost totally obliterated, the grim aftermath of a battle that sprawled across the land and seascape. At least twenty islands and untold thousands of innocent people had been vaporized in the wake of an amalgamation of three different androids, the heartless killing machine, Cell. Each land mass exploded into a fireball of thermonuclear force and heat leaving absolutely nothing behind, other than huge, crashing waves of water and the assorted chunks of rock that were propelled away by the sheer concussion of the resulting shock wave. The southernmost island escaped relatively unscathed, remaining intact, though all trees and foliage had been stripped off by the recoil of a certain warrior's Final Flash attack. On it, two saiyans, one human, and one android looked off into the distance at open,calm, and empty water , weighing the situation they found themselves in.

Cell was now perfect.

Each fought above and beyond the call of duty. Vegeta, Trunks, Krillin, Android Sixteen, even Androids Seventeen and Eighteen - they all fought with fervor in trying to preserve their own existences and prevent Cell's perfection. True, mistakes were made, particularly on the part of the overtly and dangerously arrogant Vegeta and even the compassionate monk Krillin, but no one could possibly and truthfully say that they did not try. Android Sixteen most certainly had the scars to prove it.

He was an absolute wreck. The copper-red hair that lay along the vertical centerline of his skull was slightly burnt and singed. The light-green, composite-material armor vest that he wore had a sizeable chunk missing at the rear collar. Worse, he could not open his right eye because the entire right side of his mechanized cranium had been blown off by one of Cell's ridiculously high-powered energy blasts, leaving a jagged, carbon dust-lined chasm that revealed frayed wires, bent metal plates, and partially-fried silicon conductors. Even though he was mainly mechanical, a concoction of zero-resistance electrical circuits and lightweight tungsten alloys, that particular wound hurt, and it still hurt. His programmed sentience wavered in and out of virtual consciousness, though the subroutine programming of his motor skills continued to function. He lumbered forward torward the group of three in front of him. Vegeta took note of the advancing android and leveled a hand at him.

"You would be wise to keep back, android" he growled, the palm of his dirt-stained white glove tracking Sixteen's head like the muzzle of a gun barrel.

Krillin leapt in front of the wavering giant and held out his arms at Vegeta, waving them back and forth in an effort to prevent the prince from firing.

"Get out of the way, Krillin! He's one of Gero's freaks!"

"No, Vegeta! Sixteen is on our side! He tried to fight Cell, and besides, what can he possibly do to in his current state?"

Trunks moved a strip of straight, purple hair away from his face and in suspicion, raised an eyebrow at the eight-foot machine that stood twenty feet away. He had never encountered this particular model during any of his battles in the future, but the symbol of the Red Ribbon Army emblazoned on Sixteen's chest wasn't scoring any points. Still, if Sixteen really did fight Cell, killing him so unceremoniously at this moment would be unforgivable.

"Father....let him go....he's fine."

Vegeta turned his head torward his son and frowned. Though he would never admit it, the saiyan prince did not take his son's opinions lightly. Trunks was a warrior; he had seen heavy fighting against the androids and likely knew what he was talking about when it came to this Android Sixteen. Annoyedly, he frowned, grunted, and lowered his hand.

"Alright, fine. The robot can live, but I'm not touching him" Vegeta said, with a slight huff.

He hunkered down low and white flames exploded around his blue saiyan combat suit. A second later, he took off into the sky, heading off to his house at the Capsule Corporation headquarters in West City. Android Sixteen was on the verge of collapse when Krillin slung one of his arms over his shoulder. Sixteen looked down at Krillin, who wore a friendly smile on his face.

"Come on, Sixteen. I'll take you over to my friend Bulma's place. She'll fix you right up!"

"Thank you" was all Sixteen could say.

With that, he closed his eyes and let his automatic movement take over, setting it to follow Krillin's lead. Trunks spoke up.

"You need any help with him, Krillin?"

"I don't think so. He's really not that heavy, but I think you better stick close, just in case I drop him."

"Right. Let's go, then" Trunks said.

The three of them slowly lifted into the air and began the long, seaborne journey to Capsule. Though Sixteen was manageable in terms of weight, he was nevertheless a burden on Krillin. The monk would only be able to manage about a third of his top speed in this condition, making the trip two or three hours long. Undaunted, they floated away from the Kuril Islands with determination.

Inside Sixteen's electronic brain, his dormant consciousness pondered his options. Killing Goku now was wholly irrelevant because Gero was dead, not that he would have done so, anyway. No, Cell was the objective. Now that Cell was perfect, the red-haired android stood absolutely no chance in a head-on battle with him. Punches and kicks would be so ineffectual that it was doubtful if Cell would feel them at all. Even Hell's Flash would be a joke, earning its user a chuckle from the target and a swift execution soon after. There was, however, one thing Sixteen could do.

He could self-destruct.

Sixteen was a machine of principle, likely why Gero kept him locked up in a stasis pod for so long. Suicide was not one of the things he approved of. He loved life and the simple joys of appreciating nature's cosmic beauty. To administer his own end would be to spit in the face of that same beauty. Fortunately, he took some consolation in the fact that it would not be in vain, for nestled deep within his chest was a thermonuclear weapon strong enough to make Bikini Atoll look like a damp firecracker.

It was Gero's Last Hurrah, just in case killing Goku the old-fashioned way didn't pan out quite right. Packed to the gills with deuterium and an odd piece of cobalt fused with radium, Sixteen's bomb was a sure-fire way to kill something. That something was going to be Cell. The only problems that remained were bystander casualties and the radioactive fallout. If Cell was destroyed, though, both would be entirely acceptable.

Hours passed, but to Sixteen, it was as if that time didn't exist at all, for the moment he opened his left eye, he was greeted with the image of a massive, sprawling cityscape, not the dusty, lifeless island he had been on earlier. It was bustling with activity, but as Krillin flew lower, a spherical building with the sign "Capsule Corp." bolted onto it came into prominence. Trunks, Krillin, and Sixteen touched down on the neatly mown grass of the front lawn.

"Krillin, bring Sixteen into the living room. I'll go find Mo......uh, Bulma." Trunks tripped.

The lavender-haired saiyan ran off and bolted through the front door, searching for his human mother. Krillin raised an eyebrow and shook his head in amusement. Trunks' origins were no secret to him. The short human monk followed Trunks' lead into the Briefs residence while supporting the wobbling android, lightly kicking the door shut behind him. Krillin walked Sixteen over to the red velvet couch next to the door and sat him down on it, then plopped down on it himself.

"Bulma's around here, somewhere. As soon as Trunks finds her, you'll be good as new!" Krillin said, with a silly grin on his face.

"She knows how to repair me?"

"Sure! She's a right genius when it comes to electronics. That hole in your head is child's play to her!"
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After jogging up a flight of stairs, Trunks arrived on the second floor of his house. He found himself in a branched hallway, with many different doors on each wall. He hustled through them, looking for his mother, or anyone that matter. Most certainly did he find someone, for he ran headfirst into Dr. Briefs himself, knocking them both to the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Briefs!"

"It's all right, lad" the doctor said, picking himself up, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm looking for Bulma. Have you seen her?" Trunks asked.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes. I believe she is in the shower right now."

"Great! Thanks!" Trunks said.

With no further delay, Trunks bolted off for the third floor, where the primary bathroom was located, leaving his grandfather standing slightly intrigued. The elder man simply shook his head and gave a pet to his shoulder cat, which had leapt back on after being knocked off. After overcoming another flight of stairs, Trunks stood on the top floor of the house that was technically his home. He walked down the light-blue painted corridor and finally found the bathroom door. Hearing the sound of running water on the other side, Trunks knocked on it and called to whoever might be in there.

"Hey, Bulma! Are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here!" she replied, her voice slightly muffled by the both the shower and main door.

"Krillin and I just got back from fighting Cell....and we kinda got our tails kicked, Vegeta, too. Everybody's okay, except for this android we dragged in...."

"You brought back an android? Which one is it? Seventeen or Eighteen?" Bulma asked, poking her head out from the fogged glass of the shower stall.

"It's neither one. We brought back this big, tall guy called Android Sixteen. He said he'd help us fight Cell, so I figured we could use the backup. Part of his head is missing, though, because Cell shot him. Can you repair him?"

"Oh, yeah. I had to study Gero's work during my sophomore year at college, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Allright. I'll let them know you're coming." Trunks said.

Trunks walked away from the bathroom door and headed back down to the living room. Bulma, at the same time, emerged from the shower stall soaking wet, wrapped in a cotton towel. She sighed, returning to her previously displeased thoughts. With the battle against Cell at a momentary halt, Vegeta would be coming home soon, which she both anticipated and detested, both at the same time. She let the towel fall to the floor, allowing her to view her completely nude body in the body-length mirror mounted on the tiled wall opposite the shower stall.

She was an incredibly, outrageously beautiful woman.

Fresh, clean water dripped from her straight, shoulder-length, teal-green hair and moved sensuously down her body, hugging the creamy white skin of every gentle, feminine curve. A rosy peak capped each of her firm, ample breasts, which also dripped with water. Her arms were slender, yet deceptively strong, capable of giving even Vegeta a pride-obliterating bitch slap. Her legs were of similar integrity, both the inner and outer thigh smooth panes of cream. Her toned, flat stomach tapered seamlessly into the swell of her hips and into the bare, hairless flesh that was the focus of her womanhood. With clouded eyes, Bulma looked over the slit that was the gateway to her most secret canal, and sighed softly.

How could Vegeta not want her?

She mused that question over and over to herself as she picked up the towel and began drying off. She and the Prince of Saiyans had been living together for a solid three years, and drawn closer and closer together since then. Things went so far, in fact, that they became lovers and had a son out of the myriad of sexual encounters they shared. Still, even with Trunks' birth, he had not proposed marriage to her, and she had not asked anything of it. This fact was the thorn in Bulma's side.

It had haunted her day in and day out for the past year, the one in which Trunks was born. After the birth, she and Vegeta seemed to....drift apart, one could say. Though Vegeta didn't look it, he was actually quite content to spend time with her, though he never displayed anything that would allude to such a fancy outside of the house walls, especially in front of Goku and the others. At that crucial point, though, his attitude totally reversed, lingering around her less and less and training alone more and more.

Bulma couldn't believe that he didn't like her presence around him. She had fallen in love with him because he was an absolute renegade, something that Goku never was. To some extent, and in a similar manner, Vegeta fell for her, at least as far as Bulma herself could tell. To her, it seemed that Vegeta just enjoyed not being alone, basking in her quiet company. That was why she felt such confusion when he abruptly backed off.
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The Ark