"Oh, I was just saying how it was nice of you to let me in." Yamcha said casually.
"Yeah whatever. So did you need something or...?" The blonde android replied, rolling her blue eyes in annoyance.
"I just wanted to ask if you think I should have been on the team for the tournament of power. After all, I am pretty damn strong."
"Is that really why you came all the way here? You're ridiculous, you aren't even as strong as my husband." Android 18 scoffed. "Now if you don't mind, I'm kind of busy, so can you just leave and let me go about my business?" She began to walk away.
"Aww, what's wrong? You don't want to be my personal cheerleader?" Yamcha smirked.
"What was that?!" 18 growled, turning around and glaring at Yamcha, clenching her fists. She grabbed him by the collar angrily. "If you weren't Krillin's friend I'd have half a mind to pound you into the dirt right here!"
"Jeez!" Yamcha replied, trying to pry 18's hands off his shirt. "I just thought that if I was in the tournament you might want to CHEER ME ON."
The unaware but furious android didn't let her grip relent even slightly.
"Cheering like some stupid airhead? Yeah right, not in a million years. Especially not for some weakling like y-" 18 stopped abruptly, eyes rolling up into her head for a moment. "Someone like... s-someone like youuu..." Her eyes were now looking at Yamcha, though now they appeared empty and blank.
"What was that you were saying?" Yamcha asked smugly.
18's grip on Yamcha's shirt didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened. She appeared to be struggling to reject her trigger, blinking rapidly and wobbling in place slightly, mouth slightly ajar allowing a bit more drool to fall out. Eventually the willful woman gave out, opening her blank blue eyes for the last time and staring adoringly at Yamcha and finally letting go of his shirt.
Yamcha was impressed with how strong the cyborg's will had been, but not particularly surprised. This was the woman who completely rejected Doctor Gero's conditioning after all.
"I was saying how I would love to cheer for you!" 18 sang out in a bubbly voice, so unlike her usual demeanor. She was now clearly the type of airhead she was just insulting a minute ago.
"Great! Why don't you give me a sexy cheer then?"
"Yes sir!" 18 said in a breathy tone that Yamcha found quite sexy. She absentmindedly brushed some stray strands of blonde hair out of her eyes, before letting them fall back to cover them once again. As she did this she gave Yamcha the most adorable little smile he had ever seen. Was this really the same 18?
"2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate?! Yamcha!" 18 suddenly cheered, jumping up and down pumping her fists. She made sure to stick her chest out so Yamcha could appreciate her large boobs bouncing under her shirt. After all, he did ask her to cheer sexily!
Yamcha stared at the show mouth agape. Sure, this wasn't the most original cheer out there, but it made sense that 18 wouldn't know a lot of cheer routines. She just wasn't that type of lady. Well, at least she didn't used to be. He closed his mouth as 18 finished. She gave him a wink, cute and peppy grin covering her face.
"Did I do good Yamcha?" 18 asked excitedly. 18 was never this excited.
"That was... incredible!"
"Yaaaaay!" 18 cheered once again, jumping in the air like she was a schoolgirl. Oh man if only she could see herself...
This gave Yamcha an idea. Was it..?
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