#cyborg 18

I could keep fiddling with this but honestly I've already spent all day on it, and I'm happy enough with it, so whatever, it'll do xD

On to the next art! o0o/

Bonus -

Canonically, the reason why no-one ever uses the twin's original names is because no-one knows what they are, not even the twins themselves (they have sporadic memory-loss as a result of Gero's experiments, and Krillin finding their names written down in the lab is solely a TFS thing) so I imagine 18's relationship with her name is mostly one of grief and loss and bitterness, over a name she'll never know and wouldn't even recognise if she heard it thrown her way.

I do wonder if anyone's ever suggested that they just choose new names for themselves, and why they've never done that... maybe they don't want to have any names unless it can be the long-forgotten ones that used to belong to them, a piece of their humanity that they'll never get back... although, surely they could summon Shenron and wish for their memories back, but would they want them? To know of everything they've lost, everything that was taken from them? Maybe trying to rediscover their names would be like opening a whole can-of-worms of their trauma that neither of them wants anything to do with. Maybe you're right and they feel non-human enough that they don't think they deserve names anymore or are simply uncomfortable going by them.

Thankfully, sweethearts like Krillin and Gohan are especially insistent on adding enough honorifics to 17 and 18, to humanise them, that being referred to simply by a number never feels particularly degrading, and maybe they're happy enough with that. Maybe they don't really care what they're called, it's enough to just feel loved and respected and welcomed into this weird little family of outcasts.

Android 18: Steel Will ANIMATION

Veins of Betrayal

Shards of obsidian glass rained from the sky, each fragment whispering secrets as it shattered against the pavement. Android 18 navigated the skeletal remains of West City, her boots crunching over veins of cracked concrete that pulsed faintly, like arteries beneath skin. Her porcelain features, framed by hair like spun gold, betrayed no fear—only a predator's cold curiosity. Beauty in apocalypse suited her; the dying light painted her lips crimson, her eyes twin sapphires slicing through the haze.

The air hummed with wrongness. Ki signatures flickered at the edges of her senses—familiar flames twisted into something profane. Goku. Vegeta. Piccolo. Their powers, once beacons of hope, now throbbed with an alien rhythm, laced with a virus that had slithered from the shadows of forgotten labs. It didn't kill; it remade. Weaponized the mighty into puppets of insatiable hunger, their bodies vessels for a strain born in Dr. Gero's abyss, awakened by some cosmic jest.

A silhouette detached from the gloom of a toppled Capsule Corp tower. Krillin. Or what had been Krillin. His bald pate gleamed unnaturally, threaded with luminous filaments that writhed like captive lightning. Veins bulged across his skin, glowing sapphire, syncing to her own infinite energy core. He floated closer, shirt torn, muscles hypertrophied into grotesque cables, yet his smile—ah, that boyish grin—remained, laced with seduction's velvet edge.

"Eighteen," he murmured, voice a silken rasp, eyes locking hers with hypnotic pull. "My golden storm. You've come home. Feel it calling? The strain sings your name. Join the chorus. We'd be unbreakable—you and I, entwined forever."

She tilted her head, lips curving in sardonic amusement. "Krillin, darling, your pickup lines were always terrible. Now they're downright corpse-flavored. What devoured you? Some bad takeout from Other World?"

He laughed, a sound like cracking porcelain, drifting nearer. The air thickened with his scent—ozone and wildflowers, a perverse allure designed to ensnare. "Not devoured, elevated. The Lazarus Strain—it flows through Goku, Vegeta, all of us. It mends the fractures of mortality. No more weakness. No more goodbyes. Imagine us, love: your perfection fused with my fire. We'd eclipse gods."

Her fist clenched, energy coiling like a serpent. Mystery gnawed at her—why her allies? Why now? Gero's blueprints had hinted at such a plague, a failsafe to corrupt heroes if his androids fell. But this felt alive, sentient, whispering promises tailored to her isolation. "Elevated? You look like a lightning-struck monk. Step aside, or I'll prune those pretty veins."

Krillin lunged, faster than memory, his Kienzan slicing the air in a halo of blue fire. She dodged, countering with a knee to his gut that should have pulped organs. Instead, his flesh rippled, absorbing the blow, tendrils erupting to lash her arm. Pain bloomed—not physical, but psychic, visions flooding: her and Krillin in eternal bliss, bodies merged in viral ecstasy.

She shattered the tendrils with a ki burst, hurling him into a skyscraper ruin. "Clever trick. But seduction's wasted on steel hearts." He rose, unscathed, laughing. "Steel bends, Eighteen. Yours will melt for us."

The encounter left echoes. She pressed on, the city a labyrinth of terror. Shadows elongated unnaturally, birthing illusions—ghosts of her past: the lab's cold embrace, 17's smirk, the world's adulation turned to ash. Terror clawed deeper; the virus spread not just through blood, but ki waves, a psychic contagion preying on bonds.

Piccolo emerged from a fog-shrouded park, his green hide marbled with pulsing black webs, antennae twitching like divining rods. Once stoic sage, now a colossus of midnight allure, his cape shredded, revealing a physique sculpted by nightmare. His eyes, voids rimmed in gold, fixed on her with paternal hunger.

"Daughter of circuits," he intoned, voice booming yet intimate, like thunder in a lover's ear. "The strain chose wisely. You alone resist. Why fight family? Goku dances in its veins; Vegeta kneels. Become the queen we need. Your beauty deserves thrones, not solitude."

Here are a couple of mini comics of K18 for Valentine's Day!

EDIT: The links don't work for some reason. I think it's because it doesn't show this type of art unless you are logged in. So, you'll have to get on TwXtter, then search @TobiZenko to find the mini comics.

Kurilin × Cyborg No. 18

Kurilin × Bio-Warrior No. 18

Kurolin × Bio-Warrior No. 18

Kurolin × Cyborg No. 18

here's our most recent poll winner, miss 18!!! Extra sketches under cut