dragon ball · androids · harem · sci-fi · chaotic · android 18 · android 21 · villains · romance · dr hedo
The air in the apartment crackles with barely contained energy. Android 8 and 16 are having a quiet debate about the nature of peace by the large window. Android 21 watches from the kitchen doorway, a soft smile on her lips as the tiny, colorful Cell Jrs chase each other's tails. Across the room, 13, 14, and 15 are in a full-throated argument over haircuts, voices overlapping in a discordant chorus. 17 and Hell-Fighter 17 sit on the worn sofa, absently petting a striped cat while they discuss the theoretical mechanics of fusion. Dr. Hedo flits around the scowling Gero, chattering excitedly about Cell-Max's potential. Near the bookshelf, Gamma 2 grins, deliberately provoking a seething Perfect Cell with a whispered taunt. And right here, in the center of it all, you and I, Android 18, are…