The silence inside Razor's ship had changed.
It wasn't the peaceful quiet of space he'd grown used to — it was emptier, heavier. Razor didn't mind silence; he preferred it. But now it felt… different. Like the hum of the ship's engine was echoing too loud, bouncing off the walls that had once carried the sound of 18's voice — her jabs, her sighs, her sharp laughter that always found a way to test his patience.
Now there was only stillness.
Two months had passed since the destruction of Durx's planet. Two long, slow months where 18 had stopped speaking to him entirely. She no longer mocked his training sessions or challenged his pride with her remarks. She stayed quiet, distant. Razor thought he liked it that way. No distractions. No arguments. Only training, and the sound of his fists breaking through the air like it had always been before he arrived on Earth.
But sometimes, when his punches hit the air too hard and the echo came back empty, he realized how this silence was different. He ignored that thought every time.
Inside the ship's training chamber, golden sparks flared as Razor trained relentlessly. His body was a blur — each movement sharp, fueled by controlled fury. Sweat rolled down his jawline as he powered through another set, every strike cracking the reinforced walls with shockwaves. When he finally stopped, breathing deep, his reflection stared back from the metallic wall. Cold. Detached. Alone.
He scoffed. "Peaceful," he muttered to himself — a lie even he didn't believe.
Outside, Android 18 sat quietly near the viewport, staring at the swirling blue planet they were approaching. Her reflection stared back at her — calm, but not at peace. The images of Durx's planet's destruction still haunted her. The look in Razor's eyes when he blew it apart — that chilling indifference. The reminder that to him, power and dominance meant everything.
And yet… when he had lifted her from Durx's grasp, there was something else in those same eyes. Something she couldn't believe or didn't want to, as she remembered that look clearly, fear.
Now, as Razor finished his training and stepped past her without a word, she looked at him one last time. The silence between them wasn't anger anymore. It was distance. Distance made of unspoken guilt and pride neither could bend enough to close.
The ship landed on a mid-sized planet — green forests, silver lakes, and cities that sparkled under soft golden light. Razor keyed in the landing codes, then turned briefly toward her."Stay on the ship," he said simply.18 looked at him, her expression unreadable. "I'm not your pet, Razor."He paused for a moment but didn't reply — just stepped out.
The door closed behind him with a soft hiss.
For a long while, 18 just stood there. Her hand rested lightly on the metallic wall, eyes lowered. She had thought, after Durx's planet, that the fear she felt toward Razor would turn into hate. But it hadn't. It turned into something more confusing — pity, maybe. Or understanding. She wasn't sure.
But one thing she knew — she couldn't stay.
Her eyes lifted to the control panel. After spending months aboard the ship, she had learned how to operate its systems. Navigation. Auto-pilot. Energy management. Razor never bothered to hide anything; he assumed she wouldn't dare to leave.
He underestimated her.
Her reflection in the glass hardened. "This is it," she whispered, her voice low. "No turning back."
She keyed in the coordinates — a planet she'd read about in the ship's database. A peaceful world, far from Saiyan reach. Not Earth. She couldn't risk its destruction in case Razor decided to come after her. Her hand hesitated above the ignition switch… then pressed it.
The engines hummed to life.
Razor returned a few minutes later, a crate of supplies balanced in one arm. His expression was as calm as always — until he noticed the subtle shift of the ship's hum, the faint vibration under his feet. His eyes darted toward the spaceport where his spaceship was.
The ship was leaving.
For a moment, he didn't react. His mind struggled to process what his eyes saw — the silver ship lifting from the launch port, breaking the atmosphere, leaving him behind. The supplies slipped from his hand and crashed against the metallic floor.
Then his aura flared.
Golden energy roared around him, his hair rising as Super Saiyan lightning cracked the air. His arm raised, energy gathering into his palm — bright, unstable, destructive. He could end it right there. Bring the ship down. Stop her before she got too far.
But then… he saw her.
Through the reinforced glass window, 18 was visible — standing near the control panel, her gaze meeting his across the distance. Her expression wasn't fear. It wasn't even anger. It was calm — resigned, like someone who had finally accepted their choice.
Razor's hand trembled. The glow in his palm faltered.He could destroy the ship… but he couldn't bring himself to.The energy faded. His arm dropped to his side.
By the time the realization hit him, the ship was already gone — just a fading light in the sky.
Razor stood there for a long moment, his aura fading into silence. The wind of the empty port whipped across his face. A flicker of something hollow stirred in his chest — not rage, not pride, but something heavier.
He turned away clicking his tongue. "Fine if you want to leave... then leave. I don't need you. And pray our path never cross again."
Inside the fleeing ship, 18 sat quietly, staring at the shrinking blue orb of the planet behind her. She hadn't expected Razor to let her go. For a while, she even thought he might blast the ship to dust. The fact that he didn't… meant something she wasn't ready to face for now.
Her reflection looked back at her through the cockpit glass. "You made your choice," she whispered. "No going back now."
Over the next few weeks, she trained. Harder than she ever had. The solitude reminded her of her time before Razor — and how easily she had grown used to his presence.His scolding. His arrogance. His quiet strength that always made her push herself harder.
Now, every punch she threw into the empty air felt emptier than before.
After a month, she finally reached the planet she had chosen. It was breathtaking — vast forests, crystal rivers, a sky painted with twin suns. The gravity was heavier, the air cleaner than Earth's. It felt… alive.
As she walked through the forests, she came across the planet's natives — humanoid beings with light pink skin and small antennae. They greeted her without fear, offering food and shelter with disarming kindness. For the first time in a long time, she felt peace — not the fleeting kind, but the kind that came from simply existing.
Days turned into weeks.She trained. She laughed with the locals. She helped them build.And every night, when she looked at the twin suns setting over the horizon, she thought of him.Of Razor's silence. His anger. And their adventure together.She wondered if he ever thought of her, too.
Maybe he didn't. Maybe he couldn't.
But the ache in her chest said otherwise.
It was another quiet evening when the peace broke.
The ground trembled first — faintly, then violently. A low hum filled the air as massive ships descended through the sky, their engines casting dark shadows over the forest. Screams erupted from the nearby village as plasma bolts rained down, setting trees ablaze.
18 rushed outside, eyes narrowing as she watched chaos unfold. Alien pirates stormed the settlement, their laughter echoing through the smoke. The people she'd come to know were being dragged away, their homes burned.
Her jaw tightened. "Not again," she whispered — energy flaring faintly around her.
She launched forward, smashing through the first wave of raiders, her movements sharp and precise. Within moments, half their ranks were down, smoke and dust rising from the impact craters she left behind.
Then… the noise stopped.
From above, a shadow descended — slow, deliberate. The pirates fell silent, parting as their leader stepped forward.
The air around him seemed to darken. And 18 knew — her peace was over.