Third person POV

When Becky woke up, she found herself tied to a bed but noticed that the ropes were not very tight at all, and started to wiggle her hands loose, successfully getting them free and untied her legs, noticing blood running down between them but knew it was mostly from her period.

The clone must have gotten disgusted by her and just left her there, or he had other plans. Either way she didn't care what he was going to do, because he wasn't going to do anything after being killed, probably by someone who cared for her.

She silently thanked the Gods for this chance of escape, and rummaged through the supplies for clothes and a tampon or pad. She found a gown and put it on, but tied it in the front and put another one on, using it as a robe and then found a bag of tampons, and used one, stopping the blood from dripping down on the floor.

"Thank you whoever helped me," she whispered, fearing if she spoke too loudly, that the clone might not be dead and wake up, grabbing her. She turned her head to look but saw that it had been turned into a pastry, and saw Android 21 snacking on it.

"Why did you help me?" Becky glared at her, thinking it was still the evil one. "Because she's the one behind all of this, that's why. I am Android 21, but the good version. I won't hurt you, but you need to get out of here before we are both caught," she said, fearing her evil version.

"Are you the one that left the clothes and tampons?" Becky asked, knowing they didn't just show up out of nowhere. "Yes, I am. I figured you would be needing them because of well, that," 21 said, blushing a bit in embarrassment. "You're a lifesaver, but don't think for a second that I trust you," Becky said, finding it hard to trust anyone anymore lately.

"Yes of course, I understand. Follow me and I'll help you find your friends," 21 offered, "but hurry before she sends any more clones after us." Becky nodded and ran quickly out of the room after stuffing her pockets with the tampons, and followed 21 to the first room they came to.

"21? You sure you want to free Vegeta? His screams are whose I've been hearing late at night. I think he's a zombie or something by now," Becky said, nervous. "I'm sure. I have already given him the cure for his illness so he should be fine now," 21 said, unlocking the door and there stood Vegeta, his arms folded and eyebrow raised, a scowl on his face.

"What the hell happened to you, Becky?" He demanded, and Becky stopped him from asking any other questions. "You don't want to know. Plus there's no time. We need to free the others," she said, turning around to walk out the door but he stopped her.

"Don't walk out there yet. There are orderlies patrolling the hallways at this hour and they are not the friendly type. They're clones made from all of us, and are stronger than you could imagine," he explained, but 21 just turned them into food, eating them. "Not now," Becky said, eye twitching.

"Oh sorry, did you want any?" 21 offered, holding out a cupcake for Becky. "Yeah sure, why not? I'm hungry anyway," she said, accepting the sweet and ate it, and followed 21 and Vegeta out the door, hoping to find the others soon and quickly hopped into a wheelchair, wheeling herself quickly to keep up as they ran down the hall.