Goku wasn't quite sure what drove him here.

The familiar scent of the area to calm him, maybe? No, that wouldn't be right. Chichi smelled familiar yet he ran away from her. Needs to run away and never look back at that bitch. He winced. That particular whisper was really harsh.

It couldn't have been the sounds. The sounds of the city always bothered him. It was always too much.

Well, regardless of what it was, something pulled on him and now here he was.

He sighed and started to turn away to leave but his friends wife opened the door at that exact moment.

Standing next to her pre-teen daughter, 18 stared at Goku with those cold, robotic eyes of hers. "What are you doing here?" she questioned him.

Goku rubbed the back of his neck. "Wish I could tell ya." he answered.

Krillin stepped into view and stared with confusion. "Goku? What are you doing here?"

18 called attention to herself with a clearing of her throat. "Invite him in and find out. We're going out."

Krillin looked up to his wife and nodded before letting Goku inside his apartment. He shut the door behind 18 and then turned to his guest. "Did you want something to eat? Maybe some leftover gumbo or water?"

Goku shook his head and sat down at the couch. "I'm not hungry."

Krillin raised an eyebrow at that one. "You, not hungry." it was then that Krillin frowned. Goku sighed. He was caught. "Goku, what's up? You show up here out of the blue, sit down and don't want any food. Tell me what's eating you."

Goku hummed to himself. "Krillin, you're up to date on that other dimension, right? That fanbase or whatever you call it?"

Krillin nodded. "Y-yeah. Did something happen or are you just curious now?"

Goku shrugged. "I think something happened. I can't feel the warmth anymore and worse," he looked down and mumbled quietly out of fear of sounding mad, "I keep hearing these whispers."

Krillin slowly sat down when he heard that. Goku could have sworn he looked nervous. Maybe he did sound crazy. "Whispers, huh? That's new." There was a long pause between the two of them before Krillin stood right back up. "I'm gonna make you some food! You just wait here while I heat it up and, no, I'm not taking no for an answer."

Before Goku could protest, Krillin was already out of the room and in the kitchen. Goku sighed and smiled. That was Krillin for ya. Always looking out for him.

He would trust him with his life.

~!~

Krillin stared at the running water as it filled the bowl. His friend needed something light so ramen seemed like the best choice. Krillin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was too much too fast. He knew deep down that they couldn't get away with what they did Scot-free but still.. "whispers..." he said to himself quietly. "Nobody has gotten whispers before." Krillin groaned and stopped the water. "He's torn up. Krillin you've really messed up this time. Goku not eating is just... it's just not right."

He finished making the ramen in the microwave and walked back into his living room to see Goku with his head in his hands, leaning over. "Oh man." Krillin sat down next to his friend, looked down at the ramen in his hands, set it on the coffee table in front of them and let out a sigh. "Alright Goku, how about... you tell me what those whispers have been saying and I can tell you if it matches up with anything I've read, alright?" Inwardly Krillin begged for those whispers to not line up but deep down he already knew.

Goku took a deep breath, pushed away the ramen and sat up. "They say things about me. Things that... I guess must be true if so many people believe them."

"What kind of things?"

Goku shook his head. "Things like, that I don't love Chichi, that I abandoned my family. That everything I've ever done was for selfish gain."

The look Goku gave to Krillin at that moment tore the shorter friend apart. That was something he never wanted to see. If he could take it back, maybe...

"Hey, Goku," he stood up and spread his hands as he explained his plan "what if we break the rules a little. Like, go into the community and change some things. Make them see the real you."

Goku shook his head. "No, Krillin, we can't change anything. We don't want them finding out about us."

Krillin mumbled "They won't, though. I know that for a fact."

Goku raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend. "How?"

"I just do, buddy, just trust me."

Goku frowned. "Krillin, how do you know?"

"I – because I've done it already."

There was a deafening silence between them. Goku slowly stood up and stared at Krillin with eyes shaking. "Krillin... what... what did you do?"

"I..." He looked down. The jig was up. "Sorry. I shouldn't have told you but, I guess I did already, huh?" Krillin pulled at his hair. "I was jealous of you so... those whispers you heard started with me. Just me. I went in and told the fandom that stuff to get some of your fans. Yamcha seemed to be fine with some negativity so I didn't think it would hurt but..."

Goku took a couple steps back. "Krillin...You said all that stuff? You believe all that?"

Krillin shook his head. "No, I don't believe all that! It was all a lie so, so don't you go believing it either, okay?"

Goku glared. "And what if I made it all true? Embraced what you said? Is that what you want?"

Krillin's eyes grew wide. "What? Goku no, of course not!"

Goku started to leave, pushing Krillin aside and into the table. The glare he sent to his friend could melt the icecaps. Krillin chased Goku down after recovering and grabbed his hand but before he could say anything, it started.

Krillin wasn't sure how to react to it but he better think fast before it continued.