Author's Notes: Man, I am ecstatic from all of the reviews this story has started to bring in! Here I thought that the two had no fans left. You've proven me wrong, everyone! Thank you so much!

Chapter 4

Restlessness

"Give me your hand, my dear" he requested. "I can fix you up in a matter of no time."

She grunted and sought after to refuse. Blood trickled down her face and poured itself ever so slightly into her mouth. She could smell and taste the copper-metallic liquid expelling itself from underneath her. Pavement dug into her cheekbone as the passing cars from behind her drove by as if oblivious to the accident beside them.

"Who are you?" She mumbled.

"Just call me Gero. I am a doctor; I can help you get fixed up in no time." He knelt down beside her to brush off some of the sticky strands of hair off her face. "You were hurt badly. You should be lucky you are still breathing the air around you after a crash like that."

She tried squinting to get a better visualization of the kind gentlemen. "What happened?"

"You lost control of your bike from the looks of it. Here, let me help you up." He picked her up from underneath her arms and managed to get her on her shaky legs. She unfortunately couldn't hold herself up after a crash like that, so she leaned over mysterious figure, pressing her damaged body onto his side.

"Careful now, we don't want any more falls," he ordered as he tried to get her composure back.

"Don't bring me to the hospital…it's too risky," she weakly begged as she held a hand over her temple to control her throbbing migraine. "I can't let anyone know where I am."

"Oh, really?" He smirked. "Lucky for you, I can help you without risking such matters."

She grunted and focused her crystal blue eyes into his own, dark set. A determined smirk crept onto him as massaged her fractured arm. "No one will know a thing. Here, come with me."

-/-

Immediately, Eighteen turned to the side of the bed and emptied her stomach on to the floor below her. Her head felt as though it was being split in two. On top of that, where the hell was she? "What is going on here? Where the fuck am I?" She mumbled to herself, licking her dry, bitter lips.

Catching her breath from the aftermath of the vomit, she studied her surroundings. A simple dresser lay to the right of her, a night stand with a photo of on it laid to the left of her, and outside revealed a beautiful sunrise reflecting the waves of the ocean as it came forth.

She crawled her way over towards the night stand that stood next to the bed and saw what looked like a younger Krillin with Goku. The two figures made funny faces towards the camera and Krillin looked as though he was giving Goku rabbit ears. She couldn't help but gaze at the once innocent child. From the look upon his face, it seemed as though he had not a single worry in the world.

She placed the photo down carefully back into its original spot and attempted to get up to see what she was ready to face. The encounter with Vegeta, quite frankly, sucked. What would she go up against now? Did they kidnap her to question her of the event? Where they going to accuse her of attacking him?

Her train of thought was quickly broken as the putrid smell of the vomit still sitting stagnant on the floor lingered below her nostrils. She ran over to the dresser to grab whatever looked large enough to conceal it, in this case, a large, red t-shirt, and threw it on top of it.

"I have to get out of here, now."

Eighteen silently ran over to the bedroom door. She was careful when opening it, hoping not to notify anyone of her orientation. She poked her head out through the door to reveal a quiet hallway. From what she could see, there were about three other potential occupants as she counted the doors. Peacefully, she made her way down the all and towards the stairs. The only noise which could be heard was her bare feet peeling off the hard wood with every step.

The first step creaked. Quickly, she turned her head to see if anyone had noticed. No one. She remained the only one in the hallway miraculously. Second step; creeeeeeak. She winced; this was not going in her favor. Somehow, she managed to not disturb anyone and made it down the last step.

"Hey, Eighteen! How are you feeling?"

Eighteen's head bolted up from the familiar voice. She looked towards the right to reveal a very happy Krillin. He looked as though he was still in his pajama's which were cloaked by a "Kiss the Cook" apron. He was definitely not bald anymore, either. Something she had failed to realize.

"What's going on here?" She demanded getting into a defensive stance. The last thing she could remember was a horrible battle between her and Vegeta which definitely did not end up in her favor this time. "Where am I and how did I get here?"

"Here, take a seat. I will explain everything to you once I finish this meal. How is your stomach feeling by the way? You managed to throw up all over me on the ride here," he stated as he looked down at his now clean shirt. "Did you remember that?"

She quickly grabbed herself a bar stool and sat down. "No," she replied leaning closer to find out more. "I don't seem to remember any of that." She rubbed her aching temple once more. "The last thing I remember… well, never mind." She took a minute to groan. She was much too embarrassed to reveal that she had her butt kicked by the prince of spandex.

"Here, take this." To her surprise, he handed her a plate full of assorted fruits, pancakes, and sausage. Not really having the healthiest of diet in the past weeks, her mouth felt as though it were swimming in saliva as the aroma filled her nostrils.

"Wait. Why the hell is he trying to help ME?"

She shot him an angry glare. "Why are you doing this?" She carefully pushed the plate aside, despite what her stomach had told her. "I tried to kill you friend, Goku. I helped Cell reach his final transformation! Why is it that you still insist on helping me?"

This took Krillin back a couple of steps. He swallowed hard before continuing. "Well, everyone deserves a second chance. It wasn't your choice that you were forced to become who you are now. From the looks of it, you've already pulled away from the deadly mindset." He managed to slip in a smile. "You had the chance to kill all of us, and you didn't." He pushed the plate towards her again. "Here, eat up. It looks like you need it."

She thought about this for a second. Unlike Vegeta, he was very well content in the face that she had changed. It felt as though a sudden flutter took over her stomach while a chill ripped down her back. She stared at him through the corner of her eye while her face lay in front of the table before her. "So, you don't hate me?"

"Of course not! I wouldn't have taken you in if I had thought otherwise. Here, eat up," he asked for the final time. She eyed the food in front of her, eyed him back to reveal a goofy smile on his face, and eyed the food once more. She could no longer resist; she grabbed a fork and forcefully ate the food until the plate was clean despite her little emesis episode before.

"I take it you like it?" Krillin had asked as he slowly started to eat away at his own plate. He had never seen a powerful female fighter before, so her appetite naturally astonished him. It reminded him of his Saiyan friends. "Geeze." He mumbled, taking another bite.

The food felt amazing at it traveled down her vacant esophagus. It was almost a feeling of euphoria as she felt her stomach becoming full. "Than—thanks," she stated, a little out of breath from the vigorous attack on her food.

"You're welcome."

A smile crept up without warning, something she rarely did. Krillin immediately noticed in which he swore his heart stopped for a second. Her eyes were no longer cold; rather, they were veiled in warmth. "Wow."

"Huh?"

"Well, er…, don't take this wrong way or anything, but you should smile more often. You have a beautiful smile!"

"And what do we have here?"

"Great. Good timing master. Way to kill the mood."

Master Roshi took off his sunglasses for a moment to reveal a stunned face in front of him. His eyes melted at the sight of the confused Android. "Man, Krillin, can I have a turn after you?"

Eighteen growled a bit. So, is that what this is about? Who gets dibs on a sex toy? "I get it, now." She stated calmly. "This isn't about an act of kindness, is it?" She shot both Krillin and his instructor a cold glare. "Is that what this is really about?"

"No, Eighteen! You don't understand! Please forgive my master! He gets excited every time a female is over!" He ran towards her as she made her way to the stairwell. Bravely, he grabbed her arm to turn her around. "Listen, I don't want that. I just want to be friends."

She snorted. "How do I trust you?"

"Well, that is up to you. I am not here to hurt you; I just want to help you out. You took quite a beating in the woods and I couldn't just leave you there." He let go of her arm before she decided to punch him for it. "Please, give me a chance."

Her glare softened up a bit. "Fine," she said, lowering her arms down.

"So, you'll stay? Krillin's face beamed with delightedness.

"I suppose so," she replied facing the stairs. She shot him a look one more time. "On one condition."

"Yeah?"

"Teach me that one move of yours." She ascended up the stairs leaving Krillin in his one spot, shaking from head to toe. "She'll stay?" A smile that was large, it almost reached ear to ear. "She said she'll stay!"

"Whoooo!" came a rather annoying voice from the kitchen. "Hot mama's here to stay!"

-/-

Bulma vigorously tapped her foot in anticipation as she watched the second hand slowly ascend clockwise on her watch. "Seriously? Where are you now?"

Another five minutes went by, nothing.

"Where the hell is he?" she demanded as she walked towards the phone. She decided to give one of her only good friends a phone call to see if maybe she had any idea. "Come on Chi Chi, pick up…"

"Hello?"

"Chi Chi! It's Bulma. Hey, listen. Vegeta has been acting very peculiar lately, do you know what's up? I mean, I know I should know my own man. But, you know, that whole Saiyan thing."

"Hmm, nothing out of the ordinary here, Bulma. Gohan is really into his studies now which I am MORE than grateful for, Goten is growing quickly…"

"Goten?"

"Oh yeah! I decided to name HIM Goten. I think it fits quite nicely."

Bulma took a second to herself. When exactly was the last time she saw her and the gang? Has it really been that long? "How far along are you now?" She bit her lip. In all honesty, she felt kind of like a jerk for calling her out of the blue with her own problem when she has clearly been in her own little world for the past couple of months.

"Oh, hitting five months!" From the enthusiasm in her voice, she knew it had been awhile since she last spoken to lonesome widow. It seemed as if it were yesterday when she broken the news the somewhat surprised group. "I am getting close."

"Huh, that's awesome. Spoken to Krillin lately? I haven't heard from him since we kind of were a little harsh towards him at your place." She asked as she switched the receiver to her other shoulder.

"Krillin? No, I don't think even Gohan has been around him. I can ask… well, if you really want, I can have him break his studies for just one day to see how he is holding up. I am sure the poor guy has been miserable. Not a single phone call in three months? No visit?"

"Yeah, that would be good. Well, let me get back to my now cold dinner and wait for Vegeta. It was nice talking to you. I will make sure we meet up at least once before the baby is born."

"Sounds good! Bye."

-/-

"Kame…" The young figure's aura illuminated the air around him as water started to rise in the distance, catching the energy waves he expelled. Eighteen watched carefully at the human's technique very carefully from the rooftop.

"Hame…" She rested her head on her kneecap to focus on the technique a little more. She quickly recognized the signature move which seemed to be a favorite amongst the Z fighters.

"The infamous Kamehaha," she muttered to herself. From her tone of voice, she clearly had no interest.

"HA!" Krillin screamed as let the blue beam soar across the water's top. Waves instantly shot up to make room for the speeding beam. He panted as he watched it fly into the distance. Grinning, he took a moment to have a wave of achievement rush over him. Ever since the Cell Games, his attacks grew a little stronger every day. Today was no exception to the trend.

"Hmph," Eighteen grunted. Unlike Krillin, she was hardly impressed.

"You like it?" Krillin shouted to Eighteen who still remained with her chin up against her knee cap.

"No, not really."

He let out a sigh and flew back onto the roof, landing only two feet away from her. He was still a little out of breath from the sudden energy surge he exerted. "Really? Why not? What's wrong with it?" He frowned, she looked so uninterested as she sat there.

"Never liked that move," she simply replied. She let an arm slip between her kneecap and chin to give herself a more comforting support.

"What? Why not?" He took a seat beside her in attempt to grab her attention. "That was the move to beat Cell! The Saiyans are amazing with the technique! It is our favorite move!"

"So? It may be strong, but it takes much too long to power up. What if your opponent has more agility than you? It would render the move completely useless." Her eyes shifted to his. She smirked to see the perspiration running down his face. "And from the looks of it, if it missed, you're out of the fight already."

"Huh?" He took a second to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. Krillin studied the back of hand and looked back into her eyes.

She smirked again and focused her attention back onto the sea. "A move like that simply is not valuable to us "non-Saiyans." They are slow and bulky, you need to reposition your style to be fast and agile. Tire them out while you reserve your energy and then go for the kill."

Krillin thought about this for a second. She did have a point. Goku's, Gohan's, and Vegeta's signature attacks all required preparation. If he did focus himself more on agility, he could avoid them and save his energy from when they hit the point of fatigue. "Huh, I get it. Kind of like what you did to Vegeta-"

"Vegeta? Please, don't bring him up right now."

He had almost forgotten the very reason while she was staying there. Vegeta had shown her no mercy that day, even agility didn't seem to help her win that fight. "Sorry," he replied. Immediately, he tried switching the subject. "Well, if the Kamahamaha wave wasn't the move you wanted to learn, then what was it?
A smile crept up across her face which she followed by quickly getting up. She thought he had forgotten her proposal into staying at the isolated island. "I want to learn the Kienzan Disc technique. That move certainly shows some usefulness."

He followed her up. "Yeah, tell me about it. It definitely helps in the tail department." Krillin chuckled when the memories started to flood his head. Eighteen merely cocked an eyebrow not understanding anything he just said.

"Tail department…?

"Ha, long story. Here, jump down on the beach with me. This move isn't so pretty if you mess it up. Master Roshi would kill me if I destroyed his house."

Eighteen replied with a sigh of disgust as she followed him to the sand below. "You know, I really cannot stand the old bastard. I have been here what? Three months? He must have attempted to grab my ass a dozen times, call me vulgar names every day, and on top of that…" She whipped around and let out a slight growl as she faced Krillin. "He stole my underwear."

Krillin could see the seriousness in her eyes and but couldn't help but laugh. He knew he was probably going to get knocked to the ground about it, but her obliviousness to the subject was more than "cute" in his eyes.

"What? What's so funny, Krillin?" She demanded.

"It's nothing," he replied calming down his laughter. "It's just that, you never grew up around him. We all got to experience his perverted ways, so in a way, we have become a little numb to the subject." Eighteen did not buy it; she just stood there with her arms crossed. "Aw, lighten up Eighteen. Tell you what, if he comes near you again I will personally seek to it that he won't have feeling left in his cheek." He chuckled a bit more. "Is that okay?"

"Fine."

"Alrighty, then. Ready for your first lesson?"

"I am sure it will only take one lesson," she replied reassuringly.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eighteen. It took me awhile to master the technique. It involves a lot more focus than your normal ki blast."

"We'll just see about that, then." A look of determination swept across her face as she rolled up her shirt in preparation to begin the lesson. "I am a very quick learner, Krillin."

"Well, here goes nothing," he moaned to himself. "Alright, first you want to put your hand like so." He moved his hand upwards while having his palm face the skies above him. "Next you want to-"

"Krillin! Get on with it. Here, tell you what, just perform the technique and I will copy it."

"…it's not that easy." He quickly changed his mind when he looked at the eyes she had which shouted in determination. She looked tough and easily gave off the vibe of a killer. Krillin gulped and proceeded with the technique. "Kienzan…." He shot an arm above him and let the waves of energy pour into his palm. Once enough was gathered, he flattened the orb and swung his arm to the ocean. "Disc!"

Eighteen's pupils watched the disc swivel out into the distance. She smirked and mimicked Krillin's pose. "Doesn't seem so hard, though I never could understand the reasoning for calling out the name of the attack. Kind of a dead giveaway to the opponent and it just sounds stupid."

"Heh…er…."

"Watch this. Huaah!" She let the ball form in her hand, however, unlike Krillin's attempt, the ball quickly escaped and flew up towards the sky above her, barely dodging a flock of passing seagulls. As if they were in sync, the birds let out a loud screech and quickly dispersed. Both of them watched it as it disappeared out of their sight. The two stood like that in what seemed like an eternity of silence.

"Uh…" Krillin didn't know exactly how to break the silence. He could feel his chest contacting; wanting to let out the biggest laugh he had in awhile. Though, at the same time, he didn't want an uncertain death. He pressed his lips together hard to control it as he continued to stare up at the sky.

"Heh…heh." Krillin quickly whipped his head towards Eighteen. It was her who was laughing. She as well was trying to hold her laughter back. She even snorted at her own self.

"Oh, it's not that bad, Eighteen-"

She squatted with a hand over her mouth trying to hold back her facial expression. As Krillin leaned down beside her, he noticed tears brimming her closed eyes.

"Uhm?"

She couldn't hold it anymore. She let her back fall to the warm sand below her and covered her face to suppress the laughter. Krillin knelt beside her with a troublesome look. "Are you okay…?" He smiled, to his surprise; she was publically showing emotion with him once again.

She uncovered her face and looked back up with a smile. "I need to learn not to be so arrogant." She replied calmly as she wiped away some her tears. "I guess I don't have it."

Krillin picked up a feather that fell in between him and placed it on her forehead. "See? You almost had dinner picked out and ready."

She couldn't help but to snicker at the remark. Eighteen picked up the feather and examined it. "Hmm, what a shame."

-/-

"Vegeta, can you please pass some of the rice?"

He replied in a grunt as he continued to devour the plate in front of him.

"Ugh, come on Vegeta. At least show some manners. What the hell has been up with you lately?" Bulma replied in disgust as she stood up to grab the bowl of rice herself. "I mean, seriously, what's been the deal lately?"

As if Trunks was annoyed with his father as well, he let out a whimper. He grabbed the baby-sized portions in front of him and dropped them to the side of himself. He tightened his chubby fists and let out a shriek of disgust. It was enough to finally catch Vegeta's attention.

"Can you shut that thing up?" He asked in anger with his mouth half-full.

"Ugh." Bulma quickly refocused her attention at the toddler in front of her. "That thing happens to be your own flesh and blood, Vegeta. You have been having a serious attitude problem lately and I definitely do not approve of it."

"What is it to you, woman?"

She cooed the toddler in the crook of her arm and gently rocked him back and forth as he settled down. She reached down and grabbed his pacifier from the table which he immediately took in. "You've been acting like a real prick lately. You're never home, you're always training, and you've been not only showing me disrespect, but your own flesh and blood as well."

"Like I said." He jumped up from his chair and proceeded out of the dining room. "What is it to you?"

"Vegeta, stop it. Stop it right now." It didn't stop him. Before she knew it, he was out of her sight and down the hallway. "Well, what is it? What is bothering you so much." She sighed to look at the now half asleep child in her arms. "Daddy is being mean, huh Trunks?" He just stared back at her with heavy eyes. "Come on, baby. Let's get you to bed."

-/-

PLEAAAAASE REVIEW! KTHXBYE