A/N: The following is a fan-based story. Dragon Ball/Z/GT are all owned by Funimation animation, Toei animation, Fuji TV and Akira Toriyama. Please support the official release...
Anyway, this is a short one-shot based around...that's right...Krillin! Featuring Yamcha and an OC by the name of Teena. Props to anyone that gets where her name comes from...
Small. Frightened. Scared. Frail.
All of those words and their synonyms described Krillin in one sense or another.
He was a deer caught in headlights; a baby bunny rabbit about to be steamrolled by a charging semi truck going eighty in a sixty-five.
The only time Krillin was ever this afraid wasn't when he died the first time. It wasn't when his friends were dying around him. It wasn't even when the earth was in critical danger. No, Krillin always had hope, hope in others and himself. Faith was on his side.
"I don't think it's yours."
The twenty-six year old martial-artist was, for the first time in his life, unaware of his body, unaware of everything around him. He could feel nothing and only hear those five words ringing over and over in his head.
"Erm…Krillin? Are you listening to me?"
Slowly, Krillin shook his head. No, he wasn't listening. Hearing, but not listening. If he listened, all those words would make sense.
Krillin blinked to focus his sight and then looked up at his longtime girlfriend, Teena. The soft blonde frowned at him with her blue eyes. "You don't even care, do you?"
"So, you're telling me that you're pregnant, right?" Krillin asked, making sure that the most logical conclusion was in fact the correct one.
Teena placed her small hands on her white sundress over her stomach. "The test came out positive."
"So what in the hell do you mean that it's not mine?" Krillin pondered out loud, too numb to feel pain from his girlfriend's disloyalty.
"Yamcha."
"Anybody but Yamcha," Krillin stated, getting up and leaving the room.
"Krillin, wait!" Teena called, but Krillin closed the door behind him, sitting against it in the hallway.
He was cursed with being a gentleman. He was cursed without ever turning cross against anyone. Sadness washed over him, but not anger. He couldn't be mad at his innocent girlfriend, could he? That snake, Yamcha, must have done something to her. Teena wouldn't have cheated like that for no reason.
And if it is Yamcha's baby…
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Krillin groaned as he leaned over to look at the digital clock on the hotel room bedside table.
7:03 AM.
Waking up in a cold sweat was never high on Krillin's list of favorite things, but on that spring morning, he had no choice.
He stretched as he yawned, the rolled over.
No one next to him.
Teena didn't even exist.
Yamcha was one of his best friends.
"I gotta stop hanging out with Master Roshi…" he chuckled to himself.