Through the storm of heavy rain and wind Android 18 made it to the destination she was looking for in the first place, a small island house which the windows and door were all closed preventing the elements from entering. With nowhere else to turn to, the man, Krillin told her that if she ever needed somewhere to stay than she was more than welcomed to Kami Island. So without much of another choice the Android landed on the ground and went over to the door. Not knocking, for not feeling the need to she wasn't surprised the door was unlocked and let herself in. What was the point of locking the door? It wasn't like someone was going to walk themselves in at any moment and rob them. To get there one had to fly, or take a boat. They were pretty safe.
Inside the lights were off except for one, which came from the kitchen. The night outside was the reason. Whoever lived in the small pink house was probably asleep except for whoever was in the kitchen. A snack must've been on their mind, so they were filling that need. Most likely it has to be Krillin, she thought and closed the door behind her dripping all over the floor as she went over. Unfortunately it was an old man.
"Hi young lady," the old man, Master Roshi greeted cheesy very perverted. He looked her up and down with the smile staying in place.
Eighteens straight face never altered and her folded arms stayed strong. She looked at him sternly and said in a voice too low for anybody to hear, but him, "Where is Krillin?"
The old man looked very disappointed and slump his shoulders looking at the cup he had in his hand, but replied, "Krillin went to do errands today, and he should be back soon."
"Good," she answered and walked over to the stairs descending up them. She looked into the farther room down the hall sensing that it was Krillin's and went in closing the door behind her. She didn't lock it, but was very, very alert of the old man in case he had any ideas which would get him pulverized. She wanted to leave it open for when Krillin came home; hoping to not give the idea that he would be thinking when he saw her sleeping in his bed. He said she was welcomed, and well, she was making herself at home.
On the small desk in the room she found a clean pile of folded towels and took the one off the top and dried her hair with it. It had been a very long day and the only thing on her mind was sleep. Just one night of restful sleep would make her feel good as new, and in a place that was quiet and relaxing. The shore outside with waves crashing against it, plus the rain falling with the occasional rumble of thunder, and no neighbors around was perfect just for sleep. Plus Krillin would be returning soon. She wouldn't have to worry about anyone bothering her while she slept. The second encounter after cell he came across her on a "shopping" trip and said to her that if she ever needed him he would be there for
her, and look out for her. If she ever needed somewhere to stay Kami Island was where he lived at, and she was more than welcomed to stay there.
He was too kind; she thought folding the towel and setting it on the chair. It was wet from her hair. He never faltered in his feeling for her, unlike the others, the earth's heroes who questioned why he was full of kindness for her and wanted to be her friend. She was not welcomed in their tight-knit group. It didn't bother her about their feelings for her, but it did bother her that she only thought that she wanted to be accepted by Krillin. She felt silly at times but it was in all truths that, even though she didn't wanted to admit it she was starting to form a soft spot in her heart for the man who had already welcomed her into his heart. And with kind generosity she wasn't going to pass it up. Since Seventeen had disappeared off the face of the earth, and sixteen was gone she needed company; even if the company was there in the same room with her.
Turning off the small desk lap she lay down on the soft bed with her damp clothes and closed her eyes. She didn't want to change or even slide under the covers. Her body told her she was safe and to just close her eyes and dream. Even though dreams elated her lately they were sure to come when she fell to sleep. The scent of Krillin was right there on the pillow. With her head on the pillow she stuffed her arms under them. The bed was soft and clean. She could get used to this, but wouldn't. She didn't want to get attached. Everyone she knew it life was taken away from her. Early life, those people, she couldn't remember anymore were gone, her brothers were taken away. If she attached herself to this man, he was sure to be taken away from her.
It wasn't fair, but for the moment, even though she was falling to sleep she was going to take the moment and keep it all to herself. Right now he was there, even though he wasn't there in the room, he was still there and that was all that mattered.
A while later the door opened exposing hall light making her sit up quickly startling the perpetrator who opened the door. Krillin, he looked startled, shock and a huge blush filtered up his cheeks. His tired eyes were wide awake now. Eighteen's wall was up as well. With a scowl on her face she glared at him with tired, dry eyes.
"Hi," he said at a better lose for words.
"Hi," she answered as coldly as her emotion. She couldn't tell him she was relived he was finally home even though it was three in the morning. She hated to be stationed only with the creepy, old man who walked the hall for some odd reason or another.
She laid back down turning on her side facing the wall. She kept her eyes open, but he couldn't see that. For all he knew he probably thought she was asleep.
He stood in the doorway a moment looking startled. A thousand thoughts must've been floating through his head. He must've been confused, happy or mad. She took his bed, wasn't he going to say anything? That's what made her mad, he was too nice.
"Do you need anything?" he questioned quietly. The old man must've gone to sleep by now. He was being polite.
I took your bed fool, she wanted to yell, and I'm soaked and sleeping on your fresh sheets. Instead she shook her head and closed her eyes willing him to go away. It was a mistake to come here, she thought over and over. She thought of just getting up and flying away, but her body made her stay lying on the bed.
"You look cold, do you need fresh clothes?" he smothered, "You should get under the blankets," he tried again. He didn't come any farther into the room, or try to do anything. He just offered. If she were to turn around and look at him she'd bet anything he was red as a tomato. He was a nice guy, and he would probably always remain one. He was a strong fighter, but that didn't beat into his ego. He kept himself grounded and did what he thought was best. Come to think of it, most of his friends were grounded fighters who only did what they thought was right, even Vegeta, the one who thought of no one but himself was starting to warm to the custom of doing the right thing. He had a child with an earthling after all.
"I'm fine," she said. She rolled over and opened her eyes looking at him. She had to say something about him.
"You're soaked," she said. Nothing else came to mind.
He scratched at the back of his neck and looked at the pile of towels on his desk. "I thought I would be done with everything I had to do today before it was to start raining. I was wrong though," he shrugged, "Did you find the place alright?"
"I knew where this was way before you told me about it," she said her monotone a façade she never faltered when it came to holding up a front.
"Okay," she knew that he knew he was going to lose the fight so he grabbed a towel and clothes and looked at her from the doorway. "Goodnight Eighteen," he said quieted, "If you need anything I'll be downstairs in the living room."
She didn't respond so he smiled at her and closed the door. The light from the hall shown through the crack at the bottom and her eyes were wide away now. He did not get mad, he did not show amazed shock or question anything as to why this woman was asleep in his bed. He better not
have this on occasion, she gritted her teeth thinking she was actually jealous if that was true. She barely knew him and thought of his social quality with ladies.
She lied on her back and looked up at the ceiling. She had to thank him some way for letting her stay there, even if it was just for a night, but with what? What did he like, or like to do? Fighting, she knew off the top of her head, but what else? Did he cook or anything? She didn't know that much. Maybe she'd find out. Drowsiness set it with her thoughts and a loud yawn escaped her mouth. In no time at all she was asleep again.
This is the first chapter. Tell me what think.