They find 18

As Baby 21 explored the labyrinthine corridors of the lab, the memories of Android 21 flooded his mind, revealing the location of another prized specimen. Guided by these recollections, he stumbled upon a chamber where Android 18 lay ****, her usual stoic demeanor softened by the power-suppressing wave. Baby's lips curled into a sly grin as he approached her, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Ah, Android 18, the wife of that Saiyan's bald friend." she giggled. "You will do nicely in helping me."

With a devious grin, Baby 21 leaned over Android 18, his breath cold against her cheek. "Time to add another pawn to my collection," he whispered, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was unexpected, jolting 18 out of her **** state. As their lips parted, Baby 21's eyes gleamed with triumph. "You should thank me, really," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Under my control, you'll get to see a whole new side of your husband... and the rest of the Z Fighters."

18's eyes, once filled with confusion, now sparkled with a newfound, sinister loyalty. She looked up at Baby 21, who stood over her with a triumphant smirk. "Master," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of submission. "What shall I do for you?"

Baby 21 chuckled, clearly pleased with the newfound dynamic. "My dear Android," he replied, his voice dripping with malice. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun together." He chuckles as he caressed his new follower's cheek.