-Author's Notes: Here's the long awaited part three. I've finally finished, deciding the perfect plot for punishment. Warning : This fic contains sex and violence. Also, a brief coupling of 18 and her rapist. See what she has in store for him.

-Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or the characters and I'm the opposite of proud to admit it.

-Obsessive Love- Part 3


Inside a cabin in the forest, the two androids sat in silence. Ever since the incident, Juuhachigou had remained more solitude and silent than usual, locked in her own thoughts. Secretly, she almost wished she could be destracted from the haunting memories. But a part of her knew something would have to done. And what scared her the most was thinking about what could be done.

"Sister? What is it that happened?" Juunanagou finally asked, stating the question as calm as he could.

Juuhachigou looked at her older brother, holding back the tears. She didn't want him to see her like this.

"I...I...I was raped...and drugged..." she whispered.

Juunanagou cocked an eyebrow. "Is that all? Who was it?"

"It...it was Krillin's friend...Yamcha..." she replied.

"Oh well. I'm sure we can deal with him."

Juunanagou smirked, that evil smirk that Juuhachigou knew only too well. She knew that he would do something terrible and she knew that it would involve her.

"No Juunanagou! We can't!" she suddenly shrieked, causing her twin to jump in surprise.

Crossing his arms, he glared at his twin. "Look at you, sister. I knew that if you were to hang around those pathetic humans, you'd grow weak, kind even. How can you let that asshole get away with this? No one messes with us, we mess with them. You're allowing your emotions to take over your train of thought. Ignore them and do what's right."

"But I can't, brother! He may deserve to die but I don't want to be the one to cause it! We're supposed to be friends, or at least allies, to these people! Afterall, they trust us enough to know that we won't go on a murderous rampage!"

"Right. Just like you trusted Yamcha..."

Juunanagou watched as his twin suddenly gasped, as if she were just struck with realization. And he knew he had her on his side.

~*~*~*~*~

Yamcha put down his beer as he heard a ring from the door. Stumbling up, half drunk, he made his way to the door, not being able to sense who it was.

"H-hellloooooo" he slurred.

"Hello there, handsome," the blonde purred seductively.

"Oh, it's you Cheryl. How's it go'in babeeeeeeeeee?"

The blonde stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She then pulled her body towards his, licking her lips in anticipation.

Yamcha laughed drunkenly. "Woohoo! I'm gonna score tonight! Cheryl, you always seem to know what I want."

She walked down the hall, heading towards, what she guessed, was his bedroom. Her tight, short, red dress, was perfect for showing off her sexy curves, and she could feel his eyes on her as he stumbled along.

Entering the bedroom, she tossed her purse at the bed's side and wrapped her arms around Yamcha. He kissed her intensely and she forced herself to ignore the disgusting scent of alchohol that filled the air around them.

After a few minutes, she pushed herself away, smirking at Yamcha.

"By the way," she whispered, nibbling on his right ear. "My name's not Cheryl."

He looked at her as if she had just told a joke. "Riiiiiiiight! And I'm not goooood in bed."

Actually, you're not, she thought.

She then stripped her clothing, pulling off her tight red dress, then her black bra, leaving only her matching thong on. Juuhachigou then pushed Yamcha agressively onto the bed, crawling on top of him and pinning him against it. He immediately hardened, feeling her body so tight against him.

"Now, how about we get rid of these clothes so we can get down to 'buisness'?"

Yamcha grinned drunkenly at her suggestion.

After a few seconds, he had shreaded all his clothes and ripped off Juuhachigou's thong and flipped her onto her back. His hands reached all around her body, grabbing, touching, rubbing ever single inch of her. He rubbed her breasts, pinched her hardened nipples and even suckled on her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Of course, after all of this, he was extremely turned on. Then, a few thoughts came into mind (which was surprising her could think at all in his drunk state.

"Cheryl? Babee gurl? Wanna make me happy?" he asked huskilly in a slurred voice.

"Sure Yamcha honey," she replied, trying her best to not puke in disgust.

"How bout you play without me?" he asked, his eyes begging her for it.

Juuhachigou knew that if she did, she'd have full control over him and he'd be too weak and stupid to realize what she'd do to him. Most guys were like that. They begged girlfriends for threesome's and also indulged in erotic cravings. This would only be too perfect.

"So you want me to play? I'll play."

She lay on her back, with Yamcha peering above her. Then, placing one hand on her left breast and the other between her legs. As she rubbed her left breast, her hand trailed up her right thigh, then reached bewteen her vagina. She then rubbed the inside, sliding her hand up and down in a rythmic pattern.

Yamcha drooled, litterally.

She then rubbed, harder and harder, faster and faster. Small whimpers began to eascape her throat, her back begining to beg for her own entry. And that's when she slid two of her fingers through her opening, thrusting them in and out with pleasure.

Her whimpers became moans and she couldn't control herself. Her movements became even faster and after minutes, she had an orgasm, liquid seeping onto her hand.

"Damn..." Yamch whispered.

"Wanna start?"

Before Yamcha could answer, Juuhachigou was on top of him. She then started them off, moving up and down on him as he reached for her breasts and rubbed her.

"Oh Yamcha..." she moaned.

She began pushing harder, allowing him to enter her even further. And while he didn't realize it, her hand was making it's way down to her purse.

In one fast movement, she quickly grabbed it but was feeling tired as she continued to fuck the unsuspecting Yamcha.

This is for all that emotional stress you caused me you son of a bitch, she thought mentally.

Then, taking out a twelve inch butcher knife, she stabbed him right in the heart, twisting it inside of him. Then she pulled it out, also pulling out his heart and taking his very life. His body then went limp, all life leaving his eyes.

Blood seeped all over her hands and onto the bed, leaving a disgusting dark trail and staining his crappy white sheets.

"Get the fuck out of me fool," she said, pushing herself off his limp body.

She washed her hands in his bathroom sink and got dressed. She then took one last look at the dead, cold body of Yamcha and lit a cigarette and then walked out of the house without a care in the world.

As she flew away to her brother's cabin, she sent one, semi-large energy ball, at Yamcha's house and watched as it exploded, giving off a short cynical laugh.

~*~*~*~*~

"What can I say sis? I'm proud of you," Juunanagou said, smiling wickedly at his twin.

Juuhachigou returned the smile. "You know, you were right. Emotions are so fucking pathetic. At least now I don't give a fuck what happens to this planet or Krillin or any of them. They're a bunch of idiots for trusting us. And soon, it'll cost them their death."

-To Be Continued

-Android 18



On To Chapter 4 ~~~>