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Disclaimer- Let's face it, I don't own Dragonball Z. I never will. Don't bother suing me, as you'll get absolutely nothing. And now for the rest of the story. 1000 words, shounen ai.

by Summer Starr

The lab was cold and filled with shadows. What little light there was came from a blood red bulb located somewhere above. There was a central table in the room, which was really just a thick slab of metal resting securely on four posts.

Trunks entered the room quietly. Golden light from the outside corridor sliced through the murky darkness briefly before it was shut away with a soft click of a closing door. He wasn't supposed to be there.

His mother had left the room less than twenty minutes prior, tired after working all day. But she seemed content. He had wondered what her new project was. Gazing down on the figure laying silent and still on the table, Trunks realized she hadn't been working on an original work.

Raven strands of soft straight hair spilled away from impossibly lovely face. Trunks discovered his hand brushing the silky substance away from still features. When the bare chested figure did not awaken, the demi-Saiyajin grew bolder.

It seemed 17 was deactivated. Trunks had always thought that the android was a very pretty doll, but this was his first chance to get an up close look. Inquisitive fingers traced a perfectly straight nose. Trunks ran the back of his fingers over a pale cheek, taking care to note the smooth texture and warm temperature. A slightly callused thumb ran over tempting lips, noticing they looked strange while not in 17's customary pout or smirk.

Trunks leaned closer to the still figure, trying to see if he was breathing. He licked his lips as his eyes drank in the sleeping male's beauty. With a soft snort, Trunks though of the old fairy tale. A lovely princess with jet black hair and rosy red lips who could only be awakened by a kiss from prince charming. Trunks smirked as he thought of his lineage. He was a prince. At least, his father was a prince. The Prince of All Saiyajins.

Well, it wasn't prince charming, but he was still royalty.

With a start, Trunks realized he was almost kissing the deactivated android. Eyes widening, he shoved himself away. What was he doing? This was 17! This was a man for one thing, and an android for another! What was he doing trying to kiss a machine?

Though, in all honesty, it was a lovely machine. Almost inhumanly beautiful. Trunks looked around the dark room. He was alone with the lethal doll-man. Who would know? He could kiss 17, see what it was like, and then he could go about his life.

Tentatively, Trunks leaned back over the android. Delicately, he place his hand on the bare chest for balance. Nervous, he licked his lips again. He glanced around and whispered softly, "Well, Sleeping Beauty, here's hoping that you don't wake up for this."

Closing his eyes, Trunks dipped his head forward. His purple hair fell, sliding over his face. He paused for a few heartbeats, intent on savoring the moment. He was only just barely touching 17's lips. Trunks took a deep breath, inhaling the other's scent. Spicy, like cigars. And then Trunks pressed down, finally kissing the android. Kissing 17.

Trunks felt an electric jolt throughout his body. Even his toes curled in response. He skimmed his hand up the still resting chest, delighting in the feel of smooth synthetic skin under his fingertips. He lazily retreated the caress only so that he could bring his hand back up to where it needed to be. Pressing down on 17's chin for better access.

Trunks released a sound half way between a gasp and a whimper when he was able to actually taste the inner secrets of the android's mouth. Hearing that noise, that surprisingly sexual noise, Trunks pushed himself away. He was shocked at how much effort it took to do such a small thing.

His pulse was racing, and he could almost taste it in his mouth, but the over powering flavor of 17 drowned it out. His palms were sweaty. He could hear his harsh breathing echoing in the otherwise still room. His blood was singing. His knees were weak.

He hadn't been this effected by a kiss since... well, he had never been this affected by a kiss. 'Kami, what is wrong with me? He's totally unresponsive, and I'm practically a puddle on the ground!' Trunks thought harshly. Turning towards the door, he ran a shaky hand through lavender hair. He muttered a soft curse as he started to leave. "Damn."

"You can say that again." A strangely flat yet melodious voice whispered back.

Trunks spun around. There, crouched down as if ready to spring forward, 17 waited. His bare shoulder and arm reflected the blood red tint of the only light on in the room. His eyes were not positioned to reflect anything but shadows, yet they glowed a similar shade of red of their own violation.

The android looked like a demon ready to tear out Trunks' soul.

"17!" Trunks squeaked.

"Yes. That is my name."

"You're awake!"

"Obviously."

"You've been awake?" Trunks asked, hoping that the answer was no, but knowing the answer already.

"Who could sleep through a kiss like that?" 17 smirked, the red light of his eyes narrowing. "Though, it could have been better."

That was all the warning Trunks got before the android sprang forward.

The demi-saiyajin found out exactly how much better the kiss could have been, as the raven haired android took the lead. When Trunks was released from the kiss, he had to use all of his willpower not to sink to the ground, he was shaking so badly.

"That is a kiss."

"Uhm, yeah." Trunks agreed breathlessly. "That was definitely a kiss."

Even in the dark, Trunks knew the android smiled. He could hear it in the other's voice as he said, "Next time you steal a kiss from me, make sure you do so properly."

Trunks was left in the dark room, alone, blushing, smiling. "Next time..."

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