A/N: again, thank you, my reviewers ^_^_^_^ I take your words into heart and consider them. Doesn't mean I go by them :p j/k, j/k! *hands out cookies* milk's promised for those reviewing ^_^
A Different Future
Chapter 15 – A New Toy
The woman's fingers flew on the keyboard. She occasionally looked at the screen in front of her blankly. 18 walked noiselessly through the door, causing the woman to salute.
"At ease. Is he strapped in for the ride yet?"
Her cold blue eyes glanced at the screen. The image was of a small, dark room, filled with syringes and monitors. The boy in question was strapped to a metallic surface, still unconscious. 18 licked her lips and smiled. He seemed so deliciously helpless. The perfect victim.
"Aw, 16 hurt the poor baby too much?"
"He's unconscious, but otherwise fine, ma'am. He's quite strong."
The woman droned on, her voice as lifeless as her gaze.
"I know that."
The soldier continued to type on the keyboards in front of her.
"Ma'am, any farther instructions?"
"Keep him subdued."
A smirk came to both women's faces.
"What've you got planned for this one, ma'am?"
"Something delicious."
The boy stirred, his blue eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the darkness. His first reaction was panic. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't get his hands free of his shackles. Taking several deep breaths, a different thought came to his frenzied mind.
"Marron."
"Heya, Trunks."
18 casually walked in and stood there, cross armed. Trunks couldn't help but stare at her.
"18."
"Awww, what happened to your adorable 'ma'am'?"
She pouted playfully.
"Where am I?"
She cupped his chin with her delicate hand and smirked.
"You're in my and 17's little toy box. And you're our little toy."
To his credit, to people non-Ki sensitive, he seemed as cool as his dad usually was.
"Why?"
Her finger trailed down his cheek and lingered on his lips. He was too shocked to move.
"Well, because you seem like such a nice boy, playing with you'll be fun. But…"
Then she slapped him.
"I've been hearing things, Trunks. Mean rumors about you. Have you been a naughty boy, Trunksie-poo?"
Their eyes locked, and he found himself trying to swallow his sudden rush of hate towards everything he believed in so far.
"Whatever you heard, is wrong."
"Oh? You didn't fight with that boy?"
"I didn't…"
"Didn't you have that little outburst in class?"
"It wasn't…"
Trying to collect himself, Trunks hoped he wasn't as pale as he felt.
"What, what if I did?"
Her seemingly disappointed expression was tainted with far too much glee.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Then we'll have to punish you, now won't we? But…"
She trailed off and cupped his chin again. Their faces were so close now, he could smell her minty breath.
"…You are such a nice boy… saved little ole me from that big bad car… so we're gonna play a little game now."
His attention still to her face, she dug a needle in his wrist with her free hand. He winced in pain, causing her to smile.
"Don't try and fight it. It's quite a strong drug… took out your daddy once."
Trunks looked at her, suppressed anger in his baby blue eyes.
"Oh yeah, we're gonna talk about you old man quite a bit. Right now, I'm gonna let you red. Sleep tight, Trunks."
18 kissed his forehead and was about to leave, when Trunks mastered all of his courage and hissed through clenched teeth.
"You…"
"Me."
"You fucking bitch."
The last action he managed was a Vegeta-glare before his head fell down and he drifted away to sleep. The female android left the room, licking her lips in sadistic anticipation.