Starter for @androidxeighteen
It was rare for Mariko to look for non-Saiyan trainers. Firstly, because she had always believed there was nothing that a Saiyan couldnât have thaught her. Secondly, because other mentors had nothing she was eager to learn about.
But that was months ago. Now, upon almost completing her first year as a Young Patroller, Mariko had been lectured by experience on many things, often in the harsh way. And on that day, when she realised what she was looking for, she also realised no Saiyan in Conton could teach her what she needed.
Mostly because there were only male Saiyan mentors, in Conton.
Android 18 was one of the few female mentors around. She was quite popular, mostly among male students, but she was renowned to be very selective too. She was deathly as she was pretty. And on that day, after a long week of moping over sappy, depressing thoughts than unnerved her beyond words, Mariko had decided she needed a tough girl to make her tough again. Tougher than before, even.
So, when she went to approach her, Mariko was quite determined and confident in her own choice. However, that same determination faltered as soon as Eighteen turned to look at her. Damn, was she daunting.
âUh...â Mariko gulped nervously. âIâm... Iâm Mariko. Iâm a first-year Young Patroller,â she stammered. âDo you... Do you have a few minutes to spare? Iâd like to talk to you.â
