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Androids 17 and 18 calmly strolled down the street of what had once been a reasonably busy city. Neither one of them cast a glance at the wreckage and desolate buildings that surrounded them on both sides.

The pair stopped at an intersection by the ruins of a fuel station, and the blonde female cast a glance down the lonely road to her left that led out into the desert that circled the place.

"Why'd you want to come back here, anyway?" she asked her brother. "It's not like there's much here to play with anymore."

17 objected. "Hey, if there are buildings still standing, there's still fun to be had. Like survivors, or something."

"I don't hear or see anybody."

"That's because they'd be hiding, genius. You have to look for them and flush them out. That's the fun part."

18 was dismissive. "I don't feel like going to the trouble right now."

"Fine, do whatever," 17 said. "I'm going to go look around for stuff and then we'll take off; we can come back in like a year or two when people have come back and rebuilt."

"Sure. I'll stick around here." By "here", 18 meant the gas station, the convenience store of which was still intact even while the destroyed tanks in front of it smoldered.

Ggglllbbnffftttt….

"The hell was that?" 18 raised an eyebrow and glanced at her twin. "You okay?"

"Mmf," 17 grunted, "Not really." He put a hand to his gurgling stomach.

"Ah!" 18 laughed. "See, I told you ransacking that diner back there was a bad idea. It was a greasy spoon in the middle of nowhere; did you really think eating some old burritos left in the back fridge was a good idea?"

"Drop the attitude," 17 growled, "They tasted good, at least. You think there's a bathroom in that station that still works?"

18 gave him a look. "There's probably a commode in there, yeah. I can't imagine there's running water or toilet paper, but beggars can't be choosers."

"Great." 17 flew towards the small shack.

"I take it you're too ashamed to squat out here?" 18 called after him.

Like she wouldn't be, 17 thought to himself. He'd get her back for this.

After her brother disappeared into the store, 18 folded her arms, looking around in boredom. With nothing better to do, she approached the "CLOTHING STORE" sign down the street, wondering if there might be anything in there she'd missed the first time around.

The android siblings hadn't noticed a pair of eyes watching them from a larger abandoned building back up the street, which was fine as far as the youth inside it was concerned. Stealth wasn't exactly Trunks' specialty, but their androids were easy targets what with their general carelessness and lack of an ability to sense ki.

The half-Saiyan was eager both to avenge his mentor Gohan and make up for his humiliating defeat at the cyborgs' hands earlier. He'd gotten stronger, and the androids being separated by a good distance improved his odds considerably. The time was right for an ambush.

Trunks pondered as he glided silently out the open window of the building. While he hadn't thought the androids capable of such things, 17 had clearly been in a hurry to get to a bathroom, and catching him alone with his guard down was ideal. He flew out a short distance into the desert, touched down, and approached the gas station from the rear.

When he was several yards away, Trunks' heightened senses picked up a plethora of….unpleasant….sounds and smells that seemed to emanate from another open window at the back of the gas station. Trunks decided not to dwell on the fact that he was sharing an intimate moment with a hated enemy, and raised his hands in front of him….

Meanwhile, 17 exhaled heavily as he sat with his pants around his ankles, having finally finished his business for the time being. 18 had been right; there was no water with which to flush down his mess, and he'd have to make do with just a few squares of toilet paper.

Grumbling to himself, 17 reached for the roll, and everything around him exploded.

Scorching heat covered his face with ash and seared his shirt, and as the entire building collapsed around him, 17 could only shield himself with his arms. The initial shock was followed by an army of smaller ones, as if his attacker was going for overkill. The barrage lasted for five minutes…and simply trailed off.

Scratched and angry, but nowhere near seriously injured or even impaired, 17 pushed his way up out of the rubble with one hand and hoisted up his jeans and underwear with the other.

In front of him stood his sister with a triumphant look on her face. Before her was the unconscious body of 17's enemy; he recognized the Capsule Corp jacket and lavender hair quickly enough.

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Androids 17 and 18 calmly strolled down the street of what had once been a reasonably busy city. Neither one of them cast a glance at the wreckage and desolate buildings that surrounded them on both sides.

The pair stopped at an intersection by the ruins of a fuel station, and the blonde female cast a glance down the lonely road to her left that led out into the desert that circled the place.

"Why'd you want to come back here, anyway?" she asked her brother. "It's not like there's much here to play with anymore."

17 objected. "Hey, if there are buildings still standing, there's still fun to be had. Like survivors, or something."

"I don't hear or see anybody."

"That's because they'd be hiding, genius. You have to look for them and flush them out. That's the fun part."

18 was dismissive. "I don't feel like going to the trouble right now."

"Fine, do whatever," 17 said. "I'm going to go look around for stuff and then we'll take off; we can come back in like a year or two when people have come back and rebuilt."

"Sure. I'll stick around here." By "here", 18 meant the gas station, the convenience store of which was still intact even while the destroyed tanks in front of it smoldered.

Ggglllbbnffftttt….

"The hell was that?" 18 raised an eyebrow and glanced at her twin. "You okay?"

"Mmf," 17 grunted, "Not really." He put a hand to his gurgling stomach.

"Ah!" 18 laughed. "See, I told you ransacking that diner back there was a bad idea. It was a greasy spoon in the middle of nowhere; did you really think eating some old burritos left in the back fridge was a good idea?"

"Drop the attitude," 17 growled, "They tasted good, at least. You think there's a bathroom in that station that still works?"

18 gave him a look. "There's probably a commode in there, yeah. I can't imagine there's running water or toilet paper, but beggars can't be choosers."

"Great." 17 flew towards the small shack.

"I take it you're too ashamed to squat out here?" 18 called after him.

Like she wouldn't be, 17 thought to himself. He'd get her back for this.

After her brother disappeared into the store, 18 folded her arms, looking around in boredom. With nothing better to do, she approached the "CLOTHING STORE" sign down the street, wondering if there might be anything in there she'd missed the first time around.

The android siblings hadn't noticed a pair of eyes watching them from a larger abandoned building back up the street, which was fine as far as the youth inside it was concerned. Stealth wasn't exactly Trunks' specialty, but their androids were easy targets what with their general carelessness and lack of an ability to sense ki.

The half-Saiyan was eager both to avenge his mentor Gohan and make up for his humiliating defeat at the cyborgs' hands earlier. He'd gotten stronger, and the androids being separated by a good distance improved his odds considerably. The time was right for an ambush.

Trunks pondered as he glided silently out the open window of the building. While he hadn't thought the androids capable of such things, 17 had clearly been in a hurry to get to a bathroom, and catching him alone with his guard down was ideal. He flew out a short distance into the desert, touched down, and approached the gas station from the rear.

When he was several yards away, Trunks' heightened senses picked up a plethora of….unpleasant….sounds and smells that seemed to emanate from another open window at the back of the gas station. Trunks decided not to dwell on the fact that he was sharing an intimate moment with a hated enemy, and raised his hands in front of him….

Meanwhile, 17 exhaled heavily as he sat with his pants around his ankles, having finally finished his business for the time being. 18 had been right; there was no water with which to flush down his mess, and he'd have to make do with just a few squares of toilet paper.

Grumbling to himself, 17 reached for the roll, and everything around him exploded.

Scorching heat covered his face with ash and seared his shirt, and as the entire building collapsed around him, 17 could only shield himself with his arms. The initial shock was followed by an army of smaller ones, as if his attacker was going for overkill. The barrage lasted for five minutes…and simply trailed off.

Scratched and angry, but nowhere near seriously injured or even impaired, 17 pushed his way up out of the rubble with one hand and hoisted up his jeans and underwear with the other.

In front of him stood his sister with a triumphant look on her face. Before her was the unconscious body of 17's enemy; he recognized the Capsule Corp jacket and lavender hair quickly enough.