Chinks in the Armor

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, it belongs to Toei Animation Co. Ltd. and was created by Akira Toriyama. However the Oc's Bakelite, Polly Atomica, Infrared and Melmac are mine as is the plot of this fan fiction. It means no harm to the awesome anime and manga! I make no money from this!

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He had pounded into Dr. Polly Atomica against the wall. In the bed, he had responded to her urging to take her from behind. She had done her best to kneel on all fours as the more agile 17 had done her from behind, and even squeezed her breasts so hard she was afraid she would be black and blue.

He had her straddling his knees, his dick pounding into her as she whispered to him to reach around and tease her sensitive areas. His slender fingers had wrung the moisture from her, and he found it much more entertaining to prepare her as well.

"Know any more tricks, Doc?" he asked.

"What else do you want to try?" she asked.

For the next round he twisted over and put her atop him to her surprise, jackhammering up into her sturdy generous body from below. Squeezing and teasing as if she were something he couldn't stop touching all over. He had soon learned that kissing was something to be enjoyed as he sat up and ravaged her mouth with his own eager one. Rocking those hips and thrusting up till she shuddered and screamed.

Countless hours seemed to have passed where she was wrapped around his hips and he did her in ways she didn't think possible. Against her neck she felt his hot breath and the twitching of his muscles. Seventeen buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder and lay heavily on her. His arms splayed out on either side and he couldn't stop sleep from claiming his body. Pinned under the artificial human, Polly groaned wearily. She lay her head to the side and then surrendered to sleep.

Much later she felt him move, and wrapped her arms around his slender body. He lifted his head and stared down at her with a questioning look in his eyes. She leaned up and covered his mouth in a kiss. Twisting his head to one side he hungrily deepened it. His body ached for another round but he hated how sticky he felt.

"Don't leave, Doc. I'm not done with you," he said, his tenor voice slightly thick with what sounded like satisfaction. For the first time she saw the perfection of his body in the daylight shining through the window. Then he wandered to the bathroom and she heard the sounds of water running. Rolling over she grabbed the sheet to wrap around her and stumbled on shaking legs towards the square of light.

Seventeen turned and saw her with the sheet rucked around her. Cocking his head to the side he said, "What the hell are you hiding? I've seen it all before."

"Thanks for the compliment, jerk," she mumbled. He snatched the sheet away, and threw it aside.

"You're fucking me so what's the use?" he said with a slight evil stare. For a moment she felt terror through her, then it vanished as he pulled her close and yanked her into the shower with him. His hands busied themselves with cleaning the evidence of his sexual satiation.
"Fuck it," he muttered, grabbing her and slamming her into the tiled wall. She yelped as he pushed her thighs apart and shoved inside her wet sheath.

Squeezing his eyes shut, 17 enjoyed the sensation of tight walls squeezing his cock. The scientist was good, as he had heard most middle aged women were. So far she had only seen bruises marring her body, because he held back enough not to break her. Now he pushed her to another climax with that evil laugh of his. Only by wrapping her legs up high on his hips did she stop from breaking her back. Looping his arms under her thighs he squeezed hard and she leaned back, breasts moving as he moved back from the wall. Then he felt the tightening of his groin all too soon and shot his load into her willing body. Her eyes snapped open and he glanced at her with annoyance.

"What?"

"N…nothing," she panted, tingling from the force of his pushing. Snickering he kept her slung around his hips and levitated with his toes just above the floor, water dripping from their merged bodies.

"Shit, she brought the bald freak here," mumbled the android.

"Bald freak?" she asked. Seventeen set her down on the side of the tub.

"I'm not done with you yet, Doc, you'd better get dressed. My sister's here. In fact she's BEEN here," he said with a look that told her he meant business. Grabbing her he pressed a firm demanding kiss to her mouth and then pulled away. As he retreated he threw a robe towards her.

"Now what? You ripped my clothes up," she said, rushing after him. The slender figure of 17 moved fluidly as he picked up a pair of jeans and a fresh green shirt. Quickly he was sliding on the jeans and her view of his well muscled ass was obscured though still pleasant though the denim.

"Says you. I wasn't sleeping all that time. You'll find some clothes in the closet that might do. That's one of the ONLY things my sister is useful for is clothes," he said, walking over to the dresser. She saw clothes piled here and there, with the pricetags still on. To her surprise as she picked up the garments she noticed that they were the right size.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Please," he snorted, tugging his shirt over his head. "Now get dressed!"

"Stupid jerk," she complained, but hoped he wouldn't here. Smirking 17 strode out and closed the door behind him. She found undergarments but she was slightly embarrassed that although they were the right size they were the silky brief things one could get in a Victoria's secret store. Of course an android would be able to judge her dimensions flawlessly. Among the clothes he had stolen were various sundresses, T shirts and jeans with baggy legs. All were aimed at someone much younger. Selecting a pair of jeans she pulled them on, and then realized she had to use one of the wide belts with metal studding to keep them up, and then chose a black T shirt to wear.

By the time she exited the back bedroom she saw someone rather familiar wearing a golf shirt and a pair of khaki pants. "What the hell?" she asked.

"Huh, who are you?" Krillen suddenly asked. "Wait a minute, don't you work for Bulma?"

"Yes! You're her friend Mr. Krillen…"

"Just Krillen. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I am," she said. "Did they capture you too?"

"Capture? No way. I'm here because 18 invited me," he whispered, leaning close. "Actually she insisted and I uh figured it was better to go with her then to refuse."

"Is Bulma all right?" asked Dr. Atomica. They both stood in the hallway near the kitchen. Two voices were arguing fiercely from the front. Grabbing her hand, Krillen pulled her along.

"That's what I'm hoping. 18 said that if I um… came with her she'd let Bulma go."

"17 said nothing about that… I have assumed 16 had…"

"Shh," Krillen hissed as he pointed to the two doll-like faces regarding them with intense curiosity. The blonde female android rose from where she had been sitting at the bar, and wandered up to Krillen.

"Well, you look a whole lot cuter in real clothes instead of those pajamas," she said, taking his hand and pulling him toward her.

"Um uh thanks," he said with a blush on his face.

"I said the lodge was mine. But you had to butt in," 17 said angrily, leaning against the kitchen island. Atomica nervously wandered over and rooted through the fridge.

"I suppose breakfast is out of the question," she said.

"Knock yourself out, Doc. My SISTER isn't going to do it," said 17. "Or else she hasn't asked her GUEST yet."

"Watch it, Brother. Don't piss me off," 18 glared at him.

"I'll um, help her!" Krillen said, grabbing a frying pan from under the stove. Atomica realized he knew the locations easily because he was rapidly reaching for dishes and other items. Soon she found herself cracking eggs to make an omelet while Krillen put bread in for toast. Both androids watched with detached amusement. 17's eyes wandered over Atomica and she felt herself blushing under the heat of his gaze. 18 seemed to watch Krillen with the same predatory intensity.

"I'm thirsty. I hope you know how to make coffee that someone can actually drink," 17 said.

"Coming right up," she said.

"You've got her well trained, Brother. I see you didn't break your latest toy," 18 said as she regarded her brother. He stuck his tongue out at her and then grasped the coffee cup that Polly had just poured.

"Um, some orange juice and scrambled eggs, 18?" asked Krillen as he carried over the jug and two glasses.

"Of course, cutie. You at least know how to treat a lady. Unlike SOME people I won't mention," 18 said as she gave his backside a slap. Krillen chuckled and blushed beat red. 17 rolled his eyes and then the Professor felt someone pinching her ample backside as he strode over to sit down. Now it was her turn to blush chartreuse. Someone preparing them food seemed the best idea. Maybe by entertaining them she and Krillen could convince them to stop destroying things.

Seeing 18's choice in a diversion made Atomica wonder about the 'desperation' of 17's choice of her as a bed partner. Granted he had admitted to being 'desperate' for a fuck, yet she realized he might actually find her attractive in some odd way. Instead of a muscle bound captive that towered over her, 18 had picked a well muscled but very bald and different sort of guy to 'bed' or amuse herself with. Judging by Krillen's calmness he must have enjoyed it.

17 and 18 eagerly accepted the served food. Once Krillen waited, 18 said, "Sit down and eat."

"You heard her. We mustn't be RUDE to my SISTER," 17 grunted, grabbing Polly's arm and tugging her to sit next to him. Already he was making short work of the pancakes and eggs she had prepared with Krillen's help. Even though they were the frozen kind, they looked delicious. Seeing Krillen helping himself she realized it was safe to eat. Both androids ate heartily enough as if they were regular human beings. Still that inhuman light in their blue eyes creeped her out.