Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of it's characters. Credit for that goes to Akira Toriyama
Morning had finally arrived, bringing with it the warm rays of sun. Inside Kame House the bald monk was laying in bed with a certain blonde female whom had been staying with him for a good week. As the sun filtered through the window he slowly opened his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips. Only then did his onyx hues wander to the blonde, a deep blush upon his cheeks. He still hadn't gotten used to waking up with her like this. Idly he wondered if it would alway feel like this, if she intended to stay that is.
"Morning.." Eighteen said groggily as she looked to the male whom was staring at her rather intently.
"O-Oh, uh..Morning Eighteen." He said with a sheepish grin, hoping he hadn't been staring for all that long. She was just so beautiful that he couldn't seem to help himself.
"Are you always going to stare at me like this when you wake up first..?" She inquired with a slight arch of her brow, her voice also holding curiosity. That was a question that he didn't hold the answer to. He could never get enough of her so probably would be the logical answer.
"Well..Uhh..It's just that you are so beautiful I couldn't help myself." He admitted, the blush on his cheeks only deepening. Before he could say anything else he felt lips upon his own, soft and warm. Moments like these were ones that he wished could last forever, his body acting on it's own as his lips began to move with hers, being gently guided. But just as soon as it had begun the moment ended, Eighteen pulling back with a soft chuckle.
"We'll continue this conversation tonight. Come on, you promised to take me out today." She said in an affectionate tone/
"Oh yeah, I had almost forgot." He mused with a chuckle before sitting up. Krillin didn't want to keep her waiting so he figured he had better start getting ready to go. Eighteen wasn't the type of woman one would call patient.
"Would you want to stop and eat before?" He asked, his stomach rumbling which hinted that he was in need of some kind of nourishment.
"That sounds nice. You go shower and I'll get ready. Let's try to leave by noon." The blonde said in response, sitting up and stretching. She was wearing one of Krillin's shirts. finding it more comfortable to sleep in than any of her own clothes.
"Right." He nodded, unwillingly pulling his gaze from the blonde to go shower. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? He could honestly look at her all day. But she was more than physically beautiful. Her wonderful heart and personality made her far more beautiful. It was the side of her that only he got to see and to be honest he loved it that way. Though he did wish that others could see how wonderful she was instead of freaking out when they saw her or acting awkward. The monk thought this over as he walked to the bathroom, a sigh leaving his lips.
Meanwhile, Eighteen was taking her time to dress. Carefully she looked through her clothes before deciding to wear her old outfit which consisted of a jean jacket, black shirt with white sleeves, leggings, jean-skirt, and brown boots.
Upon finishing dressing up she walked to the door, wondering if Krillin might be done soon. If not she would be stuck spending time with the perverted old man known as Master Roshi. That would not go well considering the last conversation they had ended with Eighteen smacking him so hard he went flying. Recalling the moment made a low chuckle leave her, satisfied that she had hopefully taught him a lesson. Walking down the hall, her boots making an audible thump her sapphire hues scanned the area. Sure enough in the living room the turtle hermit was watching one of his racy shows.
Eighteen rolled her eyes, taking a seat on the couch while casting a steely glare upon the elder.
"Don't you ever watch anything else, old man?" She asked in a tone that was laced with distaste.
"Eh heh heh, if you were a man you would watch this too. Of course, I could watch you if you wanted. You are quite beautiful and your bust isn't bad." He retorted, looking to her with a smile she found that she didn't at all like.
"If you start staring at me I'll knock you out, pervert." The cyborg said in an icy tone, making the old man shiver but still he didn't back down.
"I like em feisty!" He grinned, only making her eyes narrow to tiny slits. All it would take was another word and she was going to teach him a lesson that he was never going to forget!
At that moment Krillin walked into the living room, taking in the expression upon the females face before sweat-dropping.
"R-Ready to go, Eighteen? I'm all ready." He said, wearing his typical training gi. It was comfortable and they weren't going anywhere fancy so he figured why not?
"Yes, let's get out before I smack that grin right off his face." The blonde stated as she got up before walking to Krillin. As she followed him out she cast one last look at the old man, hostility in her gaze then promptly followed her boyfriend out.
