A/N: Here is saucyshipsAHOY's request for a chapter with two of my favorite dudes from another timeline (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ Also, I made the reader an android in this story, just to switch things up a bit. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Either you side with us or you die." 17 stated, glaring your way as his twin sister did the same. "It's not that hard of a concept to understand... Even for an out of date model like yourself." He added, turning his nose up as 18 giggled.

You stared back in confusion, not knowing how to respond as you searched through thousands of empty data files, unable to find the correlating conversation records you needed. You knew from matching photos that the two standing before you were designated as Android's 17 and 18... Dr. Gero's previous attempts at bodyguards.

"I do not understand. Additional input is needed." You stated, watching curiously as a few pieces of your dark hair swayed with the breeze.

"Tch, just put her out of her misery 17." The blonde woman grumbled, already seeming bored with the situation. "She's obviously one of the doctor's unfinished projects..."

"Hey, not every one can be a winner." Her twin brother laughed, shrugging his shoulders before walking your way. "Sorry, but looks like you're outdated technology..." The fighter said darkly, raising one hand as a ball of ki appeared in his palm.

Your eyes remained emotionless as you watched, unable to move as you lacked the proper response system to react without command.

"17!" The other woman yelled, getting her brother's attention just in time as he dodged a blast from above.

You redirected your attention skywards as your pupils dilated, beginning to decipher the images you were gathering. You focused intensely on the blonde man hovering above you, zooming in on his facial features as you searched for any match in your database. 

"Target identified as... Son Gohan." You spoke, surprising the other mechanical fighters as they looked towards you. 

The man above stared your way as well, wondering if you were friend or foe as he heard you speak his name. "Hey! You okay?" He shouted, his dark pupils locking onto your lighter ones as the two of you observed one another.

"Alright! Let's see what she can do..." 17 piped up, waiting in anticipation as you continued to stand there.

"See? I told you she was defective..." 18 sighed, flipping a piece of blonde hair out of her eyes before rolling them. "This is a waste of time."

The other android frowned, not willing to give up yet as he walked up to you. He waved a hand in front of your face dramatically before pointing up at the fighter in the air. "What are you waiting for? Goku's son is right there! Attack! Kill! Do something!"

"Access to battle techniques... Denied."

"Dr. Gero must have put a password on her..." 18 realized, wondering why the old fool would do something like that for such a seemingly basic model. She knew the insane doctor well enough to consider the fact that he always had a few tricks left up his sleeve at all times... 

"Honestly, I think it's just best that we get rid of her before she gets in our way..."

Before anyone could react or tell her otherwise, 18 lunged forward, striking you in the back as her fingers poked through your chest. The crackle of electricity and burning circuits was all you heard as your programming slowly shut down. Your artificially illuminated eyes began to dim as the other android pulled her hand back, letting you fall on the ground harshly as she turned her attention to Son Gohan.

"Now then, where were we?"

Both androids jumped into battle, not even noticing another fighter make their way onto the deserted streets.

Trunks ran up to where you laid, looking at you curiously before glancing up to where Gohan and the androids were fighting. He couldn't say why, but he knew you seemed different than the two killers above, choosing in that instant to trust you as he picked your broken body up.

The half Saiyan blasted towards their secret hideout with you in his arms, hoping there was something his mother could do to help you...

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At the hideout...

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"Trunks! What were you thinking?!" Bulma shouted, looking at her son like he was crazy. 

"I... I just thought we could help her..." The lavender haired boy argued, knowing that his idea wasn't too out of the question. "I heard her when the other androids asked her to fight... She said it wasn't in her programming or something..." He muttered, trying to remember what your exact words had been.

"Hmm..." The scientist raised a brow, placing a hand under her chin as she thought about it. "Maybe there is a way I can rewire her..." Bulma mumbled, sighing before smiling at her admittedly, very intelligent son. 

"Alright, bring her over here..."

A few hours later Gohan showed up, exhausted from the battle, but still in one piece. He'd spent a good amount of time fighting the androids before being able to lose them, thankful for the fact that Trunks had done what he asked for once and stayed out of the fight. 

"Gohan! You're okay!" Trunks cheered, jumping on his teacher happily before giving him a hug.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied, grinning back before remembering what had happened earlier. "Trunks, did you see that girl? She was another android..."

"You mean this one?" Bulma announced, walking into the room before grinning proudly. "Meet the new, and improved, Android [#]!"

Trunks and Gohan watched in shock as you stepped into the room behind Bulma.

"Hello. I am designated as Android [#]... It's nice to meet you." You said excitedly, looking towards the two people across from you as you grinned. You were so thrilled to be able to express emotions you thought were long gone, you sent the scientist who'd helped you a grateful look before thanking her once again.

"It's no problem [#]." Bulma said simply, smiling as she placed her hands in the pockets of her lab coat. "I'm just glad I could help. I really do need to get back to work on the time machine though..." She stressed, looking towards Gohan and Trunks before turning to leave.

"Make sure you two show her around! Later!"

And with that, she was gone, leaving the three of you standing in silence as things were understandably a bit awkward.

"Thank you both." You stated, taking a step forward as both fighters tensed. Your eyes locked on to each of their faces, scanning them both as a few statistics popped up inside your field of vision. "Trunks Briefs... Son Gohan..." You added, taking a moment to search your rather incomplete database fully. "I am in your debt."

"Wow... So Dr. Gero created you too?" Gohan asked curiously, looking you over as he noticed you really didn't look like some of the other androids they'd fought. How many did he make?! The Saiyan thought, frowning suddenly as he realized that meant there were just more people that had their lives cut short so they could become an experiment...

"Yes." You responded, smiling up at him as Trunks spoke up.

"But you're not like those other androids..." The younger boy said, looking at you hopefully as Gohan seemed interested in your answer as well.

"No. Androids 17 and 18 were designed exclusively for the assassination of Son Goku." You clarified, glancing away from the man you knew was related to him before continuing. "My prime directive files were corrupted and unable to be recovered. So I may never know what my initial purpose was." 

"Oh." Trunks said softly, looking at the ground for a moment before getting up from his seat. He walked over to you, giving you a small hug as you weren't sure how to react at first. "It's okay. You can stay with us!" He promised, surprising both you and his teacher as you heard his voice waver slightly. "I knew you weren't like the others..." He mumbled, hugging you tighter as you imitated his gesture.

You wrapped your mechanical arms around your new friend, leaning your chin on his shoulder gently as you realized you were both about the same height. Your crimson iris' stared at the other fighter who was observing you, the slightest bit of mistrust and anxiety still visible in his eyes...

You looked away from the other man, squeezing the younger boy one last time before pulling back. While it was true you still had some very fuzzy and corrupted human memories, a few things seemed to be instinctive, coming back rather quickly as your programming began to patch itself.

"I'll do whatever I can to pay you back for your kindness." You promised, truly meaning it as you were thankful just to be completely functional again.

Maybe this world is okay...

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A/N: Whoever can tell me who she is first gets a cookie ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ