Android 17

"Come out and play, Eighteen. Let the baldie take a walk." @android18lazuli.bsky.social

"If you set those androids free, it'll be the end of all of us! Nooo--" Snorts.

"Get a load of this guy."

"I leave for a few days, and you freaks think it's okay to forget about me? Honestly."

"Highly unlikely." He'd retort, a biased brow raised at her claim while a smirk sat confidently on his lips.

"But hey, don't sell yourself short for my sake. By the time you reach my level, even Goku will be applauding me for how strong I'll be."

— ground floor to extend a hand to a crater-bound Eighteen.

"Careless." He'd judge.

"At this rate, Krillin may be stronger than you next we meet. Honestly, Eighteen. We may be androids, but our infinite reserves don't make us infinitely powerful. Keep up with your training, or I'll make you."

— and summon forth a green energy all around himself. To put it simply, it was an android barrier. Their specialty.

This would essentially negate Eighteens rebuttal of an attack, and once the smoke would clear, the green bubble of ki would dissipate and Seventeen would begin to hover to the —

Seventeen would sigh at the careless nature of his older sisters movements. It was evident her training was minimal at best. Perhaps family life had gotten to her in more ways than one?

Yet, he was not the kind of guy to judge. So rather than continue the battle, he'd simply push a hand forward —

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𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚.

【 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩. 】

—would raise his hands above his head and allow for two energy beams to coalesce between his hands. He'd then aim downwards, and once locked on, he'd fire.

"Let's see how you handle this one."

—then pivot himself in a harsh spin before launching her back down to the Earth, releasing her leg to allow the momentum to carry her back down for a hard crash if she wasn't able to recover quickly enough.

But the damage didn't end there.

Because immediately after throwing Eighteen, Seventeen—

—thrown out next.

It was a bit of a shock to see, but Seventeen would hold his composure and narrowly dodge it, his arm looping around her leg afterwards and putting it into a vice hold before he'd then launch himself upwards with her leg still in grasp until they were skyborn. From here, he'd—

—limiter on her power to restrain her for obedience.

So much for that obedience when you're in the grave, huh, old man?

The second theory Seventeen had prepared was the simpler theory...

"You've been slacking on your training, haven't you, Eighteen?" He'd question.

Suddenly, the kick would be—

—Truthfully, this was only a fraction of Seventeens true power. Yet seeing his dearest sister struggle with defense only proved two of his theories.

The first being that Dr. Gero's experimentation on them were correct. Seventeen was the powerhouse, while Eighteen was designed with a larger—

Seventeen played the situation off as coyly as possible, avoiding any expression that would give her plausible reason to doubt her own skill.

His face would remain in a neutral state in the midst of their bouts, and as they shifted from ground to a state of hovering, he'd watch intently.—

—and once close enough, the younger of the twins would reel back his fist before launching forward a simple yet highly offensive punch forwards to test the waters.

—Then, a temporary pause would be had between them as Seventeen eyed his twin sister for any further mistakes. However, once the tension had finally settled...

Seventeen would launch off from the ground in a blitz of speed, his approach becoming a swift blur as he darted directly towards Eighteen,—

—beneath them, the splashes of waves from the nearby shoreline causing a runoff of droplets to saunter off his boots the more he dug into a solid stance.

Eventually, his stance of battle would be completed, settled off with both arms raised being slightly raised just above his own hip-level. —

A simple glance at Eighteens' stance of battle would indicate to Seventeen that she had grown lax over the years. He'd have to remind her what a true android warrior looked like.

Just like when they reigned as the Terrible Twins.

Now, Seventeen would gently slide his left foot through the sand—

"I agree." He'd nod.

"Let's take our stances. I'll take the first move, seeing as I'm the one to propose this little spar session. You just try your best to keep up. You got that?"

His instructions were clear. Take a stance of battle, then fight. It was a tale as old as time.

"Ready then?"

—He'd inform.

"Let's test ourselves. For old times' sake. What do you say?"

He'd question, his arms crossing over his pectorals as he awaited a response.

—stomping grounds. He evidently came here often to train his techniques. And now Eighteen was here.

Albeit the silence between them was a normal thing, Seventeen would bittersweetly interrupt it.

"Well, Sister. That's the tour of my little nature reserve. Now it's time for something different."—

He'd nod. It would seem the rest of their walk would be silent following their recent lengthy transaction of reports.

Nearly twenty minutes into the walk, they'd find themselves amongst the other side of the island. Littered across the ground were craters. This was clearly Seventeens typical —

"Farm. Gather. Hunt. I provide protection for the nature around us, and in turn, nature provides for my family. At first, being a park ranger seemed rather tedious to me. But I quickly grew to like it. It's also fun to break poachers' bones as a pastime."

—located, he'd immediately point past Eighteen as if his arm were a compass.

"Seven thousand and thirty two miles East. Gokus house, Mt. Poazu... Your family is there. Happy?" He'd shrug, shutting his eyes afterward.

"Now, really. Stop worrying. Let's take a walk."

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"Oh, come on. Knock it off with the pleasantries." He'd scoff.

Of course, this was just his way of telling her that he was happy to see her, too.

Of course, to go the extra mile... he'd remain silent for a moment to pinpoint the miniscule power level Marron held in her tiny body, and when—

—Uncles innate skill for talent. If she were an android, she'd be the best of us."

He'd jest. However, once the joke was out, he'd quickly begin to ponder on how Eighteen would take the idea of her daughter being converted to an android..

"... Kidding." He'd double back.

"They'll be fine."

He'd tilt his head very slightly, his monotonous tone remaining hushed for a moment as he examined her subtle movements.

There were no secrets she could hide from her twin. He could tell she was fearful.

"You worry too much, Eighteen. Relax. I may not trust your human husband, but Marron has her—

"Ah. I did it again, didn't I? Oh, well." He'd shrug.

At least his sisters response was much better than the last time he had gotten it wrong. He poked his lips into a slant at the thought of it.

"Where is she, anyways? And the tiny human? No family visit this time?"

"Oh, please. You can just admit to missing me. It's not often we see one another." He'd grin.

Then, the question of family life would arise, and he'd tilt his head.

"Something? I suppose you could call it that... Speaking of. How is..."

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".. How is Marine?" He'd smile.

He meant Marron...