"Hey Krillin," Android 18 greeted as she stood on the dock behind him. She was clad in a pair of skinny blue jeans, long teal sweater and black ballet flat shoes. Krillin saw her reflection in the water, yet did not want to turn around. Was she actually there or were his eyes playing tricks on him? After all, he was trying to get his mind off the woman that left, disappeared. He didn't turn around. 18 knew he must have seen her reflection and figured he was mad. He had a right to be. 18 sat down on the edge next to Krillin and stared out into the distance.

"Why did you leave?" Krillin asked in a low voice, keeping his eyes on the water.

"I don't know," 18 replied after a moment of thought. Krillin looked.

"You told me you wanted to be with me," he exclaimed, with a look that stated…betrayal?

"I did!" she chimed, then looked away. "You don't think it killed me to be away!"

"You stayed away long enough to prove otherwise," Krillin stated, feeling anger encircle the hurt.

"I shouldn't have left, but I just wanted to be sure I didn't leave any lose ends untied." When she saw Krillin make no move to interrupt, she continued. "I wanted to make sure this life was what I wanted."

"—or you would've—"

"No…but I did go look to see if there was any hope 17 was still out there."

Krillin jumped up. "And what if he was? Would you have returned then?"

18 became angry too. "I just told you I wouldn't. The more time I was gone, the more I thought of you and what you must've thought…must've felt. I kept your necklace and promised myself that I was done. I was done with being uncertain, done with being alone…done being away from you. I was so sure that night that all was well. I made a mistake. You were the first one to care about me and also the first one to break down my wall and I do this to you. You shouldn't want someone like me…"

"Why go?"

"I wanted to see if I could live without you, as I was accustomed to, but I couldn't…" 18 glanced down at the water, her hair falling to either side of her face. Krillin glanced at her reflection and saw…a tear falling down her cheek. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together.

"I missed you," Krillin muttered lowly. She looked up at him and he was able to see her eyes swimming in the sadness that plagued her. She was struggling with being one of the good guys versus her old habit. He would break it. Everyone that came over to their side needed a little help and support.

"I want to be with you," 18 replied, giving his hand a small squeeze.

"If you're ever confused or want to search for answers of 17 or anything, I will support you. I'd help you if you wanted."

18 smiled. "I know you will. I love you."

"I love you," Krillin replied and they kissed.

"Look at your hair," 18 smiled, taking her other hand and running it through the shoulder length.

Krillin blushed slightly. "I haven't been keeping up with it."

"I like the length you had before," 18 suggested.

"Can I trust you with a pair of scissors?" Krillin laughed, shaking out his hair.

"Possibly," 18 shrugged.

The sun settled before the horizon and the stars shone bright. The moon in the distance was a thin sliver of a crescent. The waves were light and the wind blew gently.

"You want to head out?" Krillin asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to him.

"If you're still up for it, I'd like to move," 18 suggested.

"Now?"

"As good a time as ever."

Krillin grinned. "Is the 18 fists of death tornado still your room?"

18 smirked at Krillin and then smiled. "It's still the way I left it when I was away. I need a little Krillinator clean-up service."

Krillin levitated, ready to take flight. "Maybe we'll see the floor by summer!" he laughed and took off.

"Ha ha, you seem to be full of them tonight," 18 countered and followed after him.

After the last boxes were packed and ready to be moved to Kame Island where Krillin and she would be making residence, the duo looked around at the almost-empty place. They decided to leave the furniture they would not need, aside from her Queen-sized bed, dressers and nightstand. The rest of it would be left to the next occupants who found the cabin, the way she and her brother found it.

"Whew! That is the last of it!" Krillin exclaimed. They had been moving for the last hour as the brilliant colors of the sky melted away into total night. As soon as all the boxes were in the house, they would be unpacked. Nothing would be left for the morning. Two stacks were made. Krillin picked up his stack and started for the door. 18 had not moved.

"18?" he started.

"Sorry, I just need a minute," she stated, walking over to the wall where the deer-head jutted out, antlers and all. Krillin saw she needed a private moment, so he took the stack and headed out the door, telling her he would see her after. She nodded and he was off.

'So many things have changed,' 18 thought to herself as she looked at the deer-head that 17 found charming for the place. She scoffed at his "man tendencies." Android 16 deemed it cruel and unjust, stating that this live creature had once roamed free and then was captured and its life taken to be altered to the captors wishes. "Just like us," 18 said aloud to the lifeless creature. 17 had said it so simply as if he just accepted it and didn't question it. 18, on the other hand, wondered what their past held, given they were siblings. She couldn't even remember the night, or day they were taken from their lives, but held the times since then as her memories; the good and the bad.

18 wondered if 16 had returned here after the two of them were gone. She was grateful she did not remember being regurgitated by Cell and only knew what Krillin had told her.

Android 16 considered the two of them family and as 18 had deemed him, "the voice of reason." He seemed to have the conscience for the three of them even if he was the only one who didn't have a human life before becoming an android. He cherished all forms of life and only wanted to kill Goku because it was his programmed purpose. If the task was not programmed, then he may have become a Monk.

As 18 wandered the cabin for the last time, she strolled past the bedroom she claimed only because of its massive closet (which was left open after cleaned out), remembering that shopping was one of the first things she wanted to do when they were all free of Dr. Gero. Android 17 had given her a major eye roll at this "womanly sport." The men would wait in the car and she would shop to her heart's content and everything was stored in that space.

As she looked in the other blank rooms, she remembered other various memories of her family. She didn't need the cabin to remember; she had all the memories inside and sorted through them when she saw fit. There was also a photograph the three of them had taken because 17 had "found" a camera and wanted to take a picture of his Android family. She jumped up onto Android 16's right shoulder and sat there. 16 didn't seem to mind. Android 17 stood on 16's left side in his signature pose. The camera on its tripod took the photo and 18 developed it.

This was the past and her family was gone. She had a new life now and she would be one of them. Besides, she wasn't a villain, she'd only been programmed that way and being controlled and being told what to do by someone just wasn't her style. Taking one last look around, 18 grabbed the stack of boxes and proceeded out the door, kicking it closed behind her. The night air was cool and refreshing and a few night creatures roamed the background. Ten feet away, 18 set the stack of boxes down. Two hands came together as a blast of energy blew up the cabin. That was that. 18 picked up the boxes and was off.