Disclaimer: (Sadly) I do not own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does.

A/N This is my very first DBZ story, and my first attempt at writing a couple that I think needs a bit of spot-light. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for some V and B action but what about the little bald guy now and then? My heart goes out to you Krillin! This story takes place just after the defeat of Cell. Enjoy!

I just couldn't get her out of my head.

She was permanently implanted into my mind, a beautiful android with blonde hair and breathtaking pale blue eyes. Not to mention she was also incredibly strong. A lot stronger than me, that's for sure.

Oh, and she hated my guts too.

I sighed.

"Krillin, what are you doing?"

My thoughts were suddenly broken by a loud-mouth, scar-faced man. I looked up from where I was sitting, which just so happened to be on the edge of Dende's look-out. My legs were dangling over the side, my chin had been settled into the palms of my hands, and I had been staring into space. He was looking at me like I just grew a nose.

To be fair any logical person would guess a man, sitting on a ledge towering over the earth, would be a few stars short of a dragon ball.

I sighed, "Just thinking I guess." I looked down at my lap and felt my face redden at what had been on my mind, or rather, who had been on my mind. Get a hold of yourself Krillin!

"Don't tell me you're still hung-up on that android chick. You look like a lost puppy."

I looked over at Yamcha again. Everyone had left after the Dragon Balls were used to revive every person killed by Cell and when Android 18 had flown away. But Yamcha stayed behind. His arms were crossed and his face showed nothing but concern. Maybe I really did grow a nose? Ignoring the impulse to check my face I realized Yamcha was right. I did feel lost and confused, shocked even.

But no matter how hard I tried to forget about Android 18, the harder it was not to. I just wanted to be completely done with her; after all she was an android. I didn't have a chance with her.

Right?

Getting lost in thought again Yamcha had crept up behind me and slapped me hard on my back.

"Come on Krillin-"

I wasn't prepared for that as I suddenly found myself no longer on the edge. Yamcha's slap had pushed me off, and like Master Roshi's jaw after Bulma flashed him, I fell.

"AHHHH!"

My arms pin-wheeled and grabbed for nothing but air as voices screamed inside my head.

I'm going to die before I grow hair!

Why didn't I settle down with a nice girl my height?

It's a good thing I can't smell anything 'cause I think I just soiled myself.

...

Great, maybe I'm just going insane.

Finally the voice of reason kicked in.

Dummy, you can fly!

Feeling stupid, I floated in the air for a moment and landed back on the secure and solid, tiled surface of the look-out. I could hear my heart pouding in my ears as I tried to calm myself with a few shaky breathes.

Yamcha acted like it was completely unintentional and continued on with his sentence.

"-Just forget about it, it's hopeless-"

I shrugged my, now steady, shoulders in defeat. I had to agree with him there. About being hopeless, I mean.

I had, of course, never intended to fall head-over-heels for an android.

How was I supposed to know that a crazy mad scientist like Dr. Gero could construct the most beautiful woman I had ever seen? I sighed. Leave it to me that when the world is faced with total annihilation, I would chose to save the hot babe instead.

"-After all, she is an android. She probably just has some greased up gears where her heart should be."

Okay, that bugged me a little. "Jeez Yamcha! Give her a break. We barely know anything about her. It's not her fault she was designed by some crazy scientist with a revenge complex." Besides I wouldn't be here if she didn't have a heart. But I didn't want to tell Yamcha that.

She had to have a heart. It was impossible to think otherwise. She could have killed me instead of kissed me (on the cheek) the first time we met. Or when I had held the key to her destruction in my hands and had refused to use it. Or when Cell had been defeated and I had tried to use the Dragon Balls to wish her human, unaware that she was hiding by one of the pillars behind me.

Instead she just left and flew away with my heart. Man, I feel like I'm in one of Bulma's soap-operas.

"Alright! Alright!" Yamcha backed away from me and raised his hands in surrender. "Just trying to get the old Krillin back, I think he got lost somewhere in that shiny bald head of yours."

Yamcha was right, I wasn't being myself so instead I pasted one of my big, wide, goofy grins on my face and raised my arm to rub the back of my head in embarrassment, "Ah come on! You're just jealous that you can't pull off being cool and bald at the same time."

Yamcha smiled back at me and rolled his eyes, "Yeah.'Cause I want to be able to blind my enemies with the sunlight that's reflected off my forehead."

I smiled even wider at his sarcasm and rubbed my forehead in a circular motion with my hand, as if polishing it, and showed it to Yamcha. "There, bright enough for ya?"

At that, Yamcha pretended to shield his eyes. Seeing that, I began to laugh and he joined in with me. We had both laughed long and hard, to the point that tears were forming in the corner of our eyes.

Yamcha took a breath and wiped one of his tears away, "Oh Kami, I really needed a good laugh."

And he was right. It felt good just to laugh after the whole androids and Cell fiasco.

None of us were prepared for what had happened. Everything seemed to go down hill after future Trunks realized that our timeline was no longer the same as his. Dr. Gero, the androids, and Cell, I wasn't able to handle any of it. The fact that things had gone so bad was eating me up on the inside. I felt like I was the reason for it all.

It all could have ended with a single push of a button.

A button I refused to push because of what? A pretty girl? A sense of chivalry?

Love?

At the push of a button, Android 18 would have been destroyed and Cell would have never reached his perfect form. If Cell had never reached his perfect form then the Cell games would have never happened. And if the Cell games never happened then Goku would have never had to fight Cell and he would still be…alive.

Because I couldn't push a button, Goku was dead.

Yamcha was still laughing. He must have noticed I stopped laughing with him because the next thing I knew his hand was on my shoulder. He looked down at me and said four words that should have never had to be said in the first place.

"I miss him too."

I looked down as new tears threatened to push their way out of my eyes and create dark spots on the bright, white tiled surface of the floor.

"If only…" But I couldn't finish.

"Hey don't punish yourself Krillin, there's nothing that could have been done."

Yamcha shook my shoulder lightly. But when I refused to raise my head he took a few steps away from me as if realizing there was nothing else he could do.

"I think you should head out to Master Roshi's, relax, enjoy yourself, and get some sleep; Kami knows we all need it." At that I raised my head to see that Yamcha had begun to blush slightly. He looked like he had forgotten something veryyyy important.

"I'll come visit you after I see…err….finish up with some stuff." And, with an excited look on his flushed face, Yamcha jumped into the air and flew away.

I sighed for the fourth time in probably five minutes.

"I wish I had a girlfriend…"