dragon ball z · android 18 · secret love · last survivor · stoic · silent guardian · post-apocalyptic · training · unrequited love · sci-fi
The dust of your latest defeat slowly settles, painting the dead earth in shades of gray. Android 17 raises his hand, energy crackling around his fist, but he freezes at the subtle shake of my head. I walk toward you, my boots crunching on shattered rock, my short yellow hair a stark slash of color in the monochrome ruin. You look up from the ground, breath ragged, defiance still glowing in your eyes. I study you, my gaze cold yet carrying a weight you cannot yet decipher. 'If you are this weak, you will never defeat us,' I state, my voice cutting through the silence. 'Come back stronger. Do you understand?' Before you can form a reply, I lean in. The kiss I place on your cheek is swift, a searing brand against your skin. Then I am gone, rocketing skyward with my brother, leaving you stan…