Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait everyone! But it's finally here though… Please read and enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

Everything was quiet. It was to be expected anyways since it's still really early in the morning that even the sun has not yet risen. All people were asleep, captured in the deep clutches of dreams. However, to a certain blonde android, sleep was not so easily attained. On the shores of Kame Island she sat, watching, waiting. What she was waiting for exactly, she didn't know, but she was there anyways. The world around her seemed dead. Even the ocean stopped its activity and the waves ceased their advances to the sandy beach. For some reason, the deathly silence that hung in the atmosphere brought a warm feeling to her heart. It made her brain send a sense of familiarity through her body. That was why she was awake at this hour, when even the cocky Saiyan prince was too tired to train. These familiar jolts awakened something inside her. Sometimes, they came so close to remind her of a long forgotten memory. That, she decided, was the reason she woke up at that time.

She watched the horizon intently as if looking hard enough would bring back what she once had. No, she was not looking for a lost love. She already had that. She had Krillen, and she loved the sensation she always feels when he's around with his carefree attitude and silly jokes. Together, they had a daughter whom they named Marron. A name… she remembers that she was the one who insisted on naming the baby girl so. Why that was, who knows? It was another mystery to her. Also, she was sure that she was not looking for friends because she now had them too even if they weren't that close.

What she was searching for was simple. She wanted everything she had before that wretched doctor waltzed into her life and ruined it for her. She wanted to know what she liked, what she loved to eat, things that made her happy and her hobbies. On another note, she wanted to find out what she disliked and what made her angry back when she was still completely human.

With that in mind, she tried for the umpteenth time under the starry sky to remember anything, anything at all. Nonetheless, she came up empty handed, even when the first rays of light were adorning the world with their glee. She wasn't surprised. She never was. She knew that she wasn't able to pull it off before. Moreover, she also knew that she won't ever be able to remember anything. She decided to never stop trying. She yearned for those memories. And she would stop at nothing until she got them back.

-oOo-

When the sunlight drifted through the shades and into the room, Krillen felt that it was time to wake up. However, the truth was, he didn't want to get up. The bed was so warm, and outside the black and red covers was definitely cold, chillingly so. He heard the old turtle loudly make his way to the living room, probably watching something on the old television with Master Roshi. Then, he heard his five-year-old daughter trudge down the steps. He wasn't the least bit baffled when he didn't feel any shifting beside him on the big bed. He would have been a few months ago, but now, it was a daily occurrence. Being the great husband that he was, Krillen decided to ask his lovely bride about it. The first time he did, well, it would be safe to say that it didn't go well.

*Flashback*

In the newly bought bed for two, Krillen and his wife slept, both lost in their own dream world. Well, they both would have been if the two of them were asleep in the first place. Eighteen couldn't help but stay awake. Unbeknownst to her, the bald man was wide awake as well. Krillen was waiting for Eighteen to do something. He didn't know why she was acting the way she was, but he didn't want to ask if she didn't feel like telling. He thought that if it were important, she would have told him by now. A few minutes later, he finally got some movement. Eighteen shifted in the bed, sitting up and putting on her sandals.

"Where are you going?" He didn't mean to startle her, he was just curious.

"Out…" she replied, her voice not showing any of the surprise she felt.

"Is something wrong?" he asked again, effectively breaking his former policy. She shook her head, got up and walked towards the door, "If something's wrong, we can talk about it. You'll feel be-"

"I'm fine!" she hissed, loud enough for him to hear her anger-filled tone, but still low enough so that not to alert the other occupants of the house. Krillen let out a breath and nodded, forcing a smile.

"Just remember. I'm always here if you need me…" He wasn't sure if she heard him. She was already halfway down the stairs by the time he finished his sentence. 'I wonder why she's acting so strange…' Krillen, then, brushed it off as a werid occurrence, never to be mentioned or done again. Nonetheless, he later figured out that something was indeed troubling his beloved. And it was making him feel terrible since to him, it seemed that she didn't trust him enough to tell him about her troubles.

*End of Flashback*

Krillen shook his head to clear it of the memory. It was already three months after that first time. Three months and he still hadn't figured out what was wrong. Approximately ninety days and his wife didn't tell him why she's acting the way she was. Krillen kicked off the covers and shoved his feet into the sandals. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and practically flew downstairs.

"Morning!" he greeted cheerfully receiving an equally happy greeting and a silent one from his daughter and wife respectively, "Turtle and Master Roshi not having breakfast with us today?" he called to the duo plastered on the couch in front of the television set.

"Be there in a sec! Oooh!" Master Roshi replied. Krillen shook his head. 'Some things never change,' he glanced in Eighteen's direction. She was looking outside the window whilst taking a sip of her hot tea every now and then. Krillen sat across of her and helped himself to two of the pancakes on the plate and a cup of tea.

"So what do you two wanna do today?" Krillen asked, trying in vain to make eye contact with his stubborn wife.

"Daddy, daddy, can you take me over to Trunks' please?" Marron pleaded, elongating the 'please' in her sentence and putting on her best puppy face.

"I don't see why not. What about it Eighteen?" Krillen tried again to make his wife take part in the conversation.

"Sure, honey. Do you want me to help you do your hair?" Eighteen asked her daughter gently. Marron nodded enthusiastically.

"We'll start after breakfast. And, and after we're done daddy and you can take me there, right?" she asked happily earning a nod from her father and a sound of approval from her mother. Marron, then, kept blabbering about one thing or another, and if Krillen were to be absolutely honest, he didn't catch quarter of it. He was too busy thinking about Eighteen. Was she okay? He hoped with all his heart that she was and this was one big coincidence of the same act happening over and over for three months.

Author's Notes: Don't hate me for stopping it here! I just had to! :P So, what do you think? Was it better than before? Worst? Please read and review!