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Gohan busily worked beside Dr. Briefs and Bulma during the first two weeks of his new job. He enjoyed testing spaceship control panels and acting as a test dummy. It amused the Briefs when he acted as the test dummy, an ordinary person couldn't handle being slingshot out of a seat and thrown into a wall made of alloy delivered from planet M-3. He came out of the tests injury-free and the wall remained unscathed, which was the whole point of the tests.

He'd stayed at Capsule Corporation for two days before moving into an apartment.

"It's not much," Trunks had said when he led Gohan into to his new apartment." The entire top floor is yours. I tried paying off the couple beneath," Trunks tapped his foot on the stain-free carpeting." But they didn't want to move. Do you like it?"

"Dude. It's perfect." Goten answered for his brother, his eyes sparkling with whatever mischievous thoughts were going through his brain." With this apartment, he'll definitely get laid!"

Gohan tested the lights, tapped his knuckles against the walls, studied the ceiling in the bathroom, paid attention to the feel of the flooring as he walked, made sure the kitchen window could open and close. . . then just stood in the center of the room, staring out at the amazing view. He could see directly into Capsule Corp tower across the way.

Goten groaned, certain that his big brother was going to say it was too much or had some bizarre problem, like maybe it was too sound proof or something.

"So, this isn't a Hotel." Gohan rubbed his chin, frowning at the busy traffic just twelve floors down.

"The rent is expensive, but you can afford it with what Mom pays you, and you'd be helping out my friend if you move in. He's been trying to get someone to rent this place for months." Trunks said, feeling like he should be saying something. He laughed at what he was about to say next, hoping it wouldn't scare Gohan off." There's nothing wrong with the apartment. . . it's just, well. . .it is on the thirteenth floor. . ."

"I'm not superstitious." Gohan responded.

"Oh."

They stood in deafening silence for a minute.

"I'll take it."

Trunks and Goten sighed with relief.

"But I do have one question," Gohan pointed to a life-sized plastic doll dressed in a bikini. It was propped up against the bar stool." What is that?"

Trunks' eyes widened and Gohan could see the color draining from his face.

"That's Trixie!" Goten piped up, running to step behind the strange doll. He lifted her hand and said, in as girly of a voice he could get," I used to be Trunks' girlfriend until he dumped me for a real girlfriend. I hope that doesn't come between us. . ."

Gohan didn't need to tell Goten to get rid of the doll, Trunks did that himself. He also did Chichi a favor and slapped Goten upside his head.

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At work, Dr. Briefs excused himself for the day.

Gohan counted the seconds in his head. Once he was sure that Dr. Briefs wasn't coming back, he set his tools on the counter and walked towards Bulma, whom was looking over something on her clipboard.

He couldn't think of a smooth way to approach the subject, so Gohan skipped the small talk altogether and asked Bulma the question that had plagued him for a while. It was the sole reason he left home to work at Capsule Corporation, and he was certain he could trust Bulma to understand.

"Can you help me build an android?"

Bulma looked up from her clipboard, a bewildered expression on her face.

"I'll take care of the motor commands and design the base," He said hurriedly, afraid that Bulma might shoot down his request if he didn't make it clear that he wouldn't be forcing all the work on her." I've already created one android, and I can see that what my skills need is a woman's touch. I need you to make her more human-like." Gohan nervously rubbed his nose." Will you help me, Bulma?"

"Of course I'll help you," Bulma smiled, once again returning her attention to the papers on her clipboard."You want an android like 18, right? Will you be using her for training? You're not planning to pull a Dr. Gero over my eyes, I hope."

Gohan blushed." No. Of course not. . .I would never use the android for evil."

"That's good." Bulma responded, only giving half her attention to Gohan.

"I. . . don't need the android for training, either." Gohan took a deep breath, and before he lost his nerve, shouted," I WANT THE ANDROID TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND, BUT PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS! THEY WONT UNDERSTAND!"

"You want an android to be your girlfriend?" Bulma dropped her clipboard, and Gohan caught her before she fell down with it. Bulma gripped tightly to Gohan, then shrieked." I don't think Krillin and 18 is going to be okay with this!"

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Gohan patiently waited for Bulma to finish her lecture. It were all things he'd heard a million times before and never truly believed: You're a good- looking man, you'll find a girlfriend. Who wouldn't love you? You're sweet, intelligent, and strong! If I was a younger woman, I'd marry you. Trunks and Goten can set you up on a date. Why would you want an Android for a girlfriend?

Once Bulma ran out of things to say, Gohan finally told her that he didn't want a replica of 18. He dug into his pocket, opened his leather wallet, and pulled out a small picture." I want the android to look like her."

Bulma squealed at the picture." Gohan! You never told me you had a girlfriend! She's so cute! What's her name?"

Gohan smiled fondly at the memory of the girl in the picture. He had no interest in talking about her with anyone, though. " Will you help me build the android and keep it a secret?" He clapped his hands together." Please!"

Bulma raised the picture up into the light for a better look. A smiling girl with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white gown and holding her hands up as if to keep herself hidden from the camera, stared back at her.

"Okay. I'll help you build the Android. Leave everything to me."