A/N - Here we are once again , at chapter 1. So, here's the deal: I'm rewriting this whole "what are feelings" thing because I was dissatisfied with the previous version. So you, the reader, shall now read the revised edition.

This version includes:

A new storyline/plot!

More references!

Adult themes and humor!

And more!

I own nothing but the story idea itself, all characters belong to their respectful owners, blah blah blah...

What Are Feelings?: Revised

Chapter 7: The Beginning

"Ouch! My butt! Stop that!"

"Well then maybe you shouldn't of picked that position!"

"Picked it? I had no choice!"

"If you would kindly move your genitalia out of my face, that would be great."

The Kame Island inhabitants were having a not-so-friendly game of Twister, where Krillin had twisted around and his pelvic bone began to turn numb. Master Roshi was head over heels; literally. And Oolong was tightly squished together in a neat little spot by the others behinds.

"Why don't we just call it quits?" suggested Krillin. "I might end up in a hospital the way my waist hurts."

"Yeah, well, while you back out, I'm gonna-" Oolong spun the spinner. A look of despair grew on his face.

"-show this. Man who's. Boss..." According to the game, and to the available spaces, Oolong would have to have a hand that could extend two feet behind him.

"Okay. I give up." Just to make sure the old man doesn't get the idea he willingly gave up, Oolong crushed him with his tremendous pig flab.

The old master let out a hoot of pain...odd. A hoot of pain? This brought back memories to Krillin. Lecherous memories. To be specific, memories of watching pornography with his master. That night, he learned many things about human anatomy, such as that part in front is called a clitoris, and how it's located at the front junction of the labia minora in the vulva.

It might prove handy in the future.

Of course, being the newfound pervert he is, Krillin started to have a series of fantasies involving some blond lady. I mean, involving Android 18.

He got embarrassed and used his only technique to avoid detection.

'I know you can read my mind guys, so cut it out.'

Works every time.

Master Roshi realized something was wrong with his former student. He was having that look again. Yes, that look, where he bites his lower lip like a woman. And stares dreamily into empty space. Probably the most feminine man to ever walk the Earth.

"Boy, you need to stop dreamin' 'bout that girl 'a yours. Uh, what's her name."

"Maron?" said Oolong.

"No no, not that one. The futuristic cyborg one with the boobs." A broken grin spread across Roshi's features.

"Ohhh, you mean that one."

"Yes, that one." Krillij had enough of this tomfoolery.

"How hard is it to say his name?" asked the former monk. *facepalm* Wait. Something was wrong with that sentence.

"Did you just say 'him'?" asked Oolong.

"No, I said her."

"But your dialogue said him."

"But that's because it's a human mistake, and the author brought it up because of how frequently it happens to him."

Yeah, right, me? Being misunderstood? Please. 8B

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" shouted Krillin. He's been getting the door all the time in hopes of finding 18. Even when no one knocks.

As he slid open the door, he found something horrific. A guy laced with muscle and a face reminiscent of an angel. Apparently a Saiyan-Human hybrid.

"Who are you?"

"I'm [PYRO], an Original Character, made by the author."

"...GTFO."

Krillin proceeded to slam the door in [PYRO]'s face, instantaneously knocking him out. He died later that day due to massive amounts of blood loss.

"Boy, did you really just kill an OC? Because he's dead now." Oolong has to say something sarcastic in this.

"Oh, yeah, 'cause I thought he was alive after Krillin had killed him." Ah, there it is! The stare of death! Because everyone knows that rule about old men in anime.

Anime Rule #2

Never provoke the old man, or oblivion is sure to follow.

"You couldn't of said that before I provoked the old man?" Suddenly, b-slap.

Krillin saw the extensive damage done to the wall, and quickly put the responsibility on Roshi. "You're fixing that."

Uh oh. He looks provoked. He looks a lot tougher on the outside, too. And now, it would seem we will all die. Tell my family I don't like them, and how my friends are cooler than your friends. Peace.

18 was sitting on the floor. Doing nothing. In her brother's house. Yeah, his name is 17. But, more importantly, let me explain her past. Starting from when she left The Lookout.

First and foremost, she wondered what it would be like to be a witch, and started brewing and messing around with hazardous materials in amounts normally lethal to humans. Being a witch wasn't all it cracked up to be, because she had become both asthmatic and anemic soon afterwards.

That's right, just when you thought you had it tough because you got that C- in history, someone else gets sick as a dog. Well, dogs aren't sick, they appear to be very fit, but it's just a saying so what do I care.

Even though that witch idea wasn't a big hit, there were other options. For example, she could try to find her own place to stay.

Like that was going to happen.

Hmm, what else. Oh! She could be a loli! But she does not have the right childlike features. But she could totally pass for a loli. Right? I think so.

She blew through so many other options, like sight-seeing, flower-viewing, bird-watching, plane-looking, and Superman-shouting.

Finally, at the end of her list, was "Move in with Krillin."

She wasn't exactly sure why she wrote it at the time, but she wrote it, so it must be important somehow.

'Where was it again? I forgot to make a marker for it in my GPS tracking system...'

Don't worry about it. You'll find it because it's part of the plot. Not sure how long it'll take though...

End of Chapter 1

A/N - I apologize for having such a short first chapter, but I actually put time into it, no matter how rushed it looks. So, if you read my other stories, you'll know what to do, review. That last part was for the guys who didn't read my other stories.

By the way, I'm gonna keep the other story of this up for people who want a comparison.