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In the throes of a heated battle, Android 18 and Future Trunks find themselves alone, their breaths ragged and bodies tense. The air between them crackles with an energy far beyond their Ki. Trunks' eyes wander to 18's ample cleavage, her nipples hardening beneath her tight suit. She catches him, a smirk playing on her lips. "You like what you see, half-breed?" she taunts, running a hand over her full, round breasts. Trunks swallows hard, his cock twitching. "I... I can't help it," he stammers, "You're... you're so fucking hot, Android." She grins, pushing him against a nearby tree, her hand finding his throbbing member. "Well, Trunks," she purrs, "maybe we should give in to this... energy."