This it my friends. The begining for forever for our favorite couple!
18 practically had searched every nook and cranny of the Kame House. The attic, the basement, the outdoor shed, but she still couldn't find any thing that even resembled a Christmas bulb. She had heard the after Christmas, people would store the Christmas decorations, all except the tree, until the next Christmas, so certainly Krillin had decorations around here somewhere!
She final gave up and went inside the house, seeing as her search was fruitless. But how would she break it to Bob? He was really looking forward to being a really pretty Christmas Tree, but she was completely broke and she couldn't find any Christmas decorations. She knew Bob would take it pretty hard, but she would certainly get her share as well.
She opened went back to the living room to find that house was dark. Too dark. Something was up. And she knew it.
Suddenly, the lights flicked on to revel….. Bob and Krillin?
Krillin had kept his promise to make Bob the best Christmas Tree he could be. He had coved Bob in beautiful gold and silver tinsel, pretty, shining red and white and all different colored lights. Bulbs of all shapes and colors and sizes, But there was something missing.
" What happened here?," she said, still startled.
" Christmas happened 18, um… I mean master! Christmas happened!," said Bob dancing around happily.
" You didn't….," she said, lifting an eye brow at Krillin who was standing proudly, presenting his work.
" Oh I did," he answered slyly.
" But… how did you? Where did you?…."
" You couldn't find them anywhere because they were the one place you didn't think to look."
" Hey guys?," said Bob, " I think you forgot something."
" Oh ya! We forgot to put the star on top!," said Krillin.
" A star?," asked 18.
" That actually has a story behind it, but I'll tell you later," said Krillin.
Krillin dug back inside the box that held the decorations and pulled out a bright, golden star.
" Here 18," he said, handing her the star, " I'll let you do it. Since, this is your first Christmas."
" Hey Bob, do you mind leaning over a bit? I'm not really the tallest person in the world," she said.
" Sure!," he said, leaning over.
She bestowed the star safely on Bob's head. The Christmas Tree was complete. If Bob didn't shine before, he sure was shining now!
" Yippee! Now I'm a REAL Christmas Tree," said Bob bouncing around happily, " Now to call all my friends and rub it in their faces!"
Bob ran into the Kitchen for the phone to proceed with his gloating.
" Humans….," said 18, bored.
" They are pretty strange, aren't they?," answered Krillin.
" Ya. But not as strange as Androids," said 18.
" I'd bet humans are stranger!," defended Krillin.
" Prove it," challenged 18, plainly.
Krillin ran outside, obviously planning something. After about 15 minutes of him not returning, 18 decided to go outside to see if he was alright. There was no hope for her now…….
" Hey 18.…," he said slyly, tapping on the shoulder from behind her back.
She spun around fast to answer, but only to be hit directly in the face by a snowball.
Krillin just stood there with an evil smirk on his face, hiding his hand behind back.
18 was rather mad to say the least. Not only was she kind of hurt seeing an evil smirk on Krillin's face, but he had just plunged a hand full of…Cold stuff?… in her face deliberately.
She had no idea that it was a joke or a friendly gesture to throw a hand full of precipitation in the form of powered ice deliberately at someone. She took it as betrayal.
Krillin face fell from an evil smirk to a frightened look when he saw 18's face flush red and grinding her teeth.
18 was mad. Very mad. She had been betrayed! He was her friend! And now he was trying to kill her?!
She lunged at him, pinning him to the ground, holding a blast to his face larger than his head!
" 18, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?," he screamed, pupils shrinking.
" GETTING RID OF A RAT!," she yelled, ready to launch the blast.
" WHAT!?," he screamed, struggling to get away.
" I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND AND YOU TRY TO KILL ME WITH…THAT BALL OF POWDERED ICE!?," she yelled.
" 18, IT'S CALLED A SNOWBALL! AND I WASN'T TRYING TO KIILL YOU!," he yelled.
" You… Weren't… trying to kill me?," she said, dissolving the blast.
" 18, why do always think the worst? If I was trying to kill you, don't you think I would have done it by now?," he said, calming down.
" What was that thing called again?," she said, letting go of him.
" It's called a snowball. You're supposed to throw it at people and they throw some back. It's really fun," he said, smiling.
" How is throwing precipitated ice in the form of a ball at people fun?," she said, confused.
" Like this!," he said, throwing another snowball at her, hitting her in the face.
Pay back time…..
" Oh. You mean like this!," she said evilly, plunging a snowball twice the size the one Krillin had thrown.
" Oh it's on now!," he said playfully, holding up another snowball.
" Hey guys?," said Bob from the door, " I just got a phone call from my sister. She said she's having a sprout shower for her new little boy, and well, she said that if I don't help with the decorations, she going to kill me. Can I go, masters?"
" Sure, Bob. And you can call us by our real names," said Krillin, forgetting temporarily that was in a snowball fight.
" Thanks master, I mean… Krillin!," he said, flying off the island.
18 threw a snowball at the back of Krillin's head while he was off guard.
" Alright, you asked for it!," he yelled playfully, holding up a snowball, " Now the war can REALLY begin!"
" Bring it!," she said, forming another snowball.
18: (Gets smacked in the face with a snowball)
Krillin: (Gets smacked in the gut with a snowball)
18: ( Gets smacked in the chest with a snowball so hard she falls over)
Krillin: ( receives a blow to the face with a snowball)
18: ( bombards Krillin with about 20 or 30 snowballs )
Krillin: ( disappears, shows up right in front of her and rubs a snowball right in her face)
18: ( Picks up a glob of snow and smashes it right in Krillin's face)
Krillin: " NOW IT'S WAR!"
18: " Hey, you started it!"
Krillin: ( Sticks an energy blast in side a snowball and plunges it at 18, who falls to the ground)
18: ( yells out in pain, covering her supposedly wounded face, pretending to be hurt)
Krillin: " 18, are you ok?!"
18: " What was that for, ow…, oh, man, that hurts!"
Krillin: " I'm sorry, let me help! ( runs over by her side)"
18: " you're a fool, you know…."
Krillin: " What?!"
18: ( quickly drops the act and grins evilly) You should know better than to drop your guard in front of an android!
They threw snowballs back and forward, back and forward, back and forward until the sun went down ( Which was a couple of hours, considering they started at 3 o'clock ).
By then why were both covered in snow and, quite frankly, would make the grade as snowmen with flying colors.
" Alright, I give up!," said Krillin, out of breath, waving a white handkerchief from inside his pocket, " Uncle!"
18 stood in front of him plainly, staring down at him, arms folded.
" Truce?," she said, holding out her hand, emotionlessly.
" Truce," he said, shaking her hand the best he could, obviously tired.
" Truce," she said, shaking his hand lightly, although really she felt like laughing her head off.
" Hey 18, would you like some, hot chocolate or something?," he said, finally catching his breath.
" Hot… chocolate? Is it like, some form of liquid substance or something?," she said, raising an eyebrow.
" Ya? Have you ever had it before?," he said.
" No…," she said, plainly.
" You haven't?! Honey, you haven't lived until you've tried it!," he said.
" Alright, but as long as you don't call me honey, got it?!," she said, annoyed.
" Alright, fine with me!," he said happily, dragging her inside the house.
--
" I just hope I'm not allergic to chocolate," she said, staring at her cup, trying to think of an excuse not to try it. She never was one for trying new things, and now was no different.
" 18, come on, just try it," he said, " if you have an allergic reaction, I'll just take you to the doctor. Besides, knowing you, by the time I actually can get you to drink it, you'll find some strange reason to only have a little. Not enough for an allergic reaction, that's for sure."
" Oh, alright," she said, defeated, " But if I die, I'm coming back take you with me."
She hesitated for a bit, giving him a " Do I have to?" look. But again, was defeated by the infamous " Please?", puppy dog-eyes, look.
She made it look like the hardest thing in the world, but she eventually managed to taste it.
" Well?," he said.
" Ok, so I'm not dead. And this stuff does taste kind of good," she said.
" So…. Um… Until Bob gets back,…. It would seem that…. Well…. It's only us here, and well…. Unless, you…. You know, spend Christmas with your brother…," said Krillin, hesitantly.
" Spend Christmas with him? The way he cooks? No way," she said, spitefully.
" Oh come on, 18. He can't cook that bad," said Krillin doubtfully.
" Oh ya, well then why don't why go over to his place for dinner. I'm sure he'll have a nice mouse casserole prepared, just for you," she said with fake kindness.
" Um…ya, maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea," said Krillin, face flushing pale.
And nothing much else was said after that. They just sat at the table, face to face, drinking their chocolate, although, every once and a while Krillin would try to start a conversation, but failed. It would have been some, primitive form of a date if Krillin would just muster up enough guts to start a decent conversation!
After a while, 18 got bored, as usual, and decided to go do, something, leaving Krillin at the table. A date gone flat….again.
" Maybe I should see what's on the news or something," said Krillin to himself, finally getting up from the table.
He sat on the coach and flicked on the television, flipping channels that were basically meaningless. In short, he was just plain bored!
--
18 was bored. And everybody knows what happens when 18, of all androids, gets bored…
Mayhem. Complete Mayhem.
18 had resorted to that one thing she always wanted to do as long as she can remember….. Make a paper airplane. Only thing is, the only paper she could find in the house was Master Roshi's magazines.
She had no idea what they were about nor did she want to. The only thing she knew is that they were just the right material to make a perfect airplane and to her were useless otherwise.
10 minutes later…..
" There! Perfect! And there're colorful, too!," said 18, observing her legion of perfectly made paper airplanes, at lease 50 of them.
" Now for the test launch!," said 18, excitedly, picking up a couple of her creations and running over to the stairs.
--
" Jeez, I wonder what 18's doing," said Krillin to no one in particular.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He looked down to see a paper airplane on the floor beside him.
" What the…," thought Krillin, but was interrupted by another paper airplane falling in the same spot as the last.
--
" Fighter plane C-32, cleared for landing," thought 18 to herself, getting ready to throw another plane, obviously number 32.
(A/N: number 32 does not mean it is the 32nd plane thrown. It means it was the 32nd one to be made. She's only thrown about 4 so far.)
" Who keeps throwing paper airplanes? And second of all, who and their right mind would make paper airplanes out of Master Roshi's magazines!?," said Krillin, rubbing his swore head.
--
" Maybe I should fire close range now?," thought 18, proudly.
She was about to shoot some more of her aircrafts when….
" 18!," yelled Krillin from downstairs.
" What?!," she yelled back, annoyed.
" MASTER ROSHI'S GOING TO EAT ME ALIVE IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT YOU DID TO HIS MAGAZINES!," yelled Krillin.
" SO?," yelled 18 back.
" SO, PLEASE STOP BEFORE YOU GET ME KILLED!," yelled Krillin.
" WHY NOT LET HIM KILL ME! I'D LOVE TO SEE HIM TRY!," yelled 18, sarcastically.
" YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MASTER ROSHI LIKE THAT!," yelled Krillin, turning red.
" WHO SAYS!?," yelled 18 sarcastically.
" I SAYS!," snapped Krillin back.
" AND WHO CARES WHAT YOU SAY?!," snapped 18, now standing right in front of Krillin.
" YOU SHOULD!," he yelled.
" AND JUST WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!," she yelled.
" BECAUSE YOU'RE THE GUEST IN THIS HOUSE! AND I MAKE THE RULES!," he yelled, way in over his head.
" Well, then…. MAYBE I DON'T HAVE TO BE A GUEST IN THIS HOUSE! I DON'T NEED YOU OR YOUR STUPID RULES!, yelled 18, not meaning a word she just said.
" WELL THEN FINE! GO AHEAD! I DON'T NEED YOU, EITHER!," he yelled, not meaning a single word that came out of his mouth.
" FINE!," she yelled, stumping toward the door.
" FINE!," he yelled, opening the door for her, not meaning that either. He'd sell himself on a farmer's market before he would kick 18 out in the cold.
18 pretended not to be cold as she stood out side in 10 degrees, trying to prove a point, and Krillin tried hard to pretend not to care.
This lasted only about a mere 15 minutes before both of them just broke down and cried their eyes out.
Krillin ran out side to retrieve 18 to realize that the once thought to be tough as nails android, was crying as well.
18 ran up to him and held him tightly as he hugged her, crying on each others shoulders.
It's true, they do fight over the simplest things, but sometimes one must wonder, if they only fight to make up….
" I'm sorry I said I didn't care!," said 18, still crying slightly.
" I'm sorry I said that I didn't care that you didn't care!," said Krillin, still crying as well.
" I'm sorry that's so cold out here!," said 18.
" Come on, 18," said Krillin, " Let's go back inside."
--
" Hey 18, you hungry?," said Krillin, whom had just made up with 18.
" Sure," said 18 in a cheerier than normal voice.
--
5 minutes later…
" Your not going to cook THAT are you?," said 18 in a semi-frightened voice.
" 18, there're just pork chops," said Krillin, rising an eyebrow.
" But they look like something out of a Sci-fi movie," said 18, looking down.
" Believe me, 18, you'll like it," said Krillin, reaching into the cabinet for salt and pepper, " There're just not cooked yet."
" Oh, alright, if you say so," said 18, defeated.
And soon enough, she had another complaint.
" It needs to be higher," said 18, looking at the stove.
" No it doesn't," said Krillin, " It's fine."
" No it's not! It'll never cook at this rate!," said 18 in her defense.
" 18, I've done this before. If you make the temperature any higher, you'll burn it," said Krillin, calmly.
" Hey look, what's that?," said 18, pointing away from the wall at nothing.
" What?," said Krillin, turning around falling right into her trap.
While he had his back turned, 18 turned up the temperature on the stove. Big mistake.
Soon enough, the pot was on fire.
" 18, I don't see any….18! WHAT DID YOU DO!?," yelled Krillin.
" Uh.. oh….," said 18, just realizing herself what was happening.
Suddenly, Smokey the Bear appeared inside the room.
" Smokey the Bear?!," said Krillin while 18 just stood confused.
" I'll handle this!," said Smokey, bravely pulling a fire extinguisher from out of no where.
With in minutes, the fire had been vanquished by the brave bear.
" How did you…..?," said 18, jaw-dropped.
" Remember children, never play with matches and when camping, always make sure that the fire is secure. Only you can prevent forest fires," said Smokey as if he were their mother.
" Oookay…," said 18, still not grasping the conversation.
" Now I must be off! Good bye and remember to brush twice a day!," he said, fading back into wherever he came from.
" That was… weird…," said 18.
" Your telling me," said Krillin.
" I'm… sorry for burning the dinner and.. Not listening to you," said 18 as she hung her head in shame.
" Aw, it's ok 18," said Krillin, friendly as ever.
" So, what do we do now?"
" Grab your coat, 18! We're going out to eat!"
--
At the ridiculously named restaurant that the author was too lazy to think of a better name for…..
Annie: CUT!! KILL THE SET!!
Author: Annie… what now? Can't you see I'm the middle of a story here?
Annie: That's the point. When do I show up again!?
Author: (rolls eyes) Look. You've got a big part toward the end, ok? Happy?
Annie: And another thing, couldn't you think of a name for the restaurant?
Author: Alright. How does " The Golden Tuna" work for you?
Annie: Fine, but….
Author: WHAT NOW!!
Annie: Could I be a dog instead? Humans are boring.
Author: Could you just shut up and make us all happy?
Annie: HEY?!
Author: Want me to get rid of your mouth?
Annie: I'd love to see you try! I dare you to make my….(mouth disappears).
Author: Now that that's taken care of….. Back to the story!
--
The Golden Tuna was a nice place to say the least. Nothing too special about it. It had a cozy feeling to it. It even had a band playing.
" So, 18, what are you having?," said Krillin, still looking down at his menu.
" What choice is there?," she said, " It's all the same."
" Not really," said Krillin, " There's tuna, tuna salad, fried tuna, baked tuna, stuffed tuna, tuna sub, tuna with corn, tuna over…… my gosh, your right."
" Are you ready order, sir?," said the waiter in a French accent.
" Um, ya. I'll have the tuna sub," said Krillin, putting down his menu.
" Ya, and I'll have the same," said 18.
" Oh, I'm sorry," said the waiter, " I didn't see your wench there."
" WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, PUNK??," yelled 18, holding the waiter up in the air by his shirt collar.
" Excuse me sir, but could you please call off your wench," said the waiter calmly.
" Feel free to kill him, 18," said Krillin plainly.
" So sorry, ma'am!," yelled the manager, pulling the waiter from her grip.
" Ya, you'd better be sorry!," yelled 18, rolling up her sleeve, " Where on Kami's green earth did you pick up a rat like punk breath here?!"
" The same gutter you came from, madam wench!," yelled the waiter.
" I'm going to make you regret you were ever born," said 18, turning red, " So say your prayers, jerk!"
" Bring it!," said the waiter, pulling out a samurai sword.
" HOLD IT!," yelled the manager.
18 and the waiter gave him an un-amused look.
" Waiter, your fired," said the manager, " Ma'am, yours and your friend's food are free."
" But, sir?!," yelled the waiter, about to cry.
" No butts!," said the manager.
" Keep your lousy minimum wage," said 18 plainly, " We don't need your cruddy tuna. Food this bad shouldn't even be legal!"
" But you haven't even tasted it yet!," pleaded the manager.
" As if I really need to," said 18, walking toward the door, " I've eaten better at my brother's house, and that's REALLY something to consider."
" But……?!," he didn't even have time to finish before she had slammed the door behind her.
" You know, she was right ditch this vampire shack," said Krillin, calmly walking toward the door, " If you were smart, pal, you'd do the same."
Both the waiter and the manager stood speechless.
" Oh man, that's the 3rd one this week!," said the manager, throwing his hat on the ground.
--
Outside….
" So, what are we going to do now?," said Krillin.
" Sit right there," said 18, walking across the street, not even paying attention to traffic.
Krillin sat down on the nearest park bench outside the restaurant. Somehow, this felt familiar to him.
" Why do I feel like I've been here before?," thought Krillin.
Then it hit him.
Flashback…..
Krillin was absolutely speechless, but yet he responded with a small nod. 18 gently placed her hand on his shoulder and they walk over to the nearest bench. Krillin was still frightened, but began to calm down once he sat down.
For about ten minutes neither of them said anything, they just say there, staring at each other, wondering who will speech first, until Krillin finally spoke.
" It's been about 3 weeks since you flew away, I was worried if you were dead or something", said Krillin.
"Me?, Dead?, and exactly what would kill me?", said 18 in disbelief.
" We, you could have gotten sick or something, you know, it is -0 right now and is bound to get could colder, or you might get killed or be poisoned or rabid, or something…", said Krillin.
" Well, I don't think that Androids can get colds, and I think that I could take on an army of those pathetic humans in my sleep, and …", she was cut short by Krillin.
" By the way, where do you sleep and have you found 17 yet?", said Krillin.
" Well, as for the sleeping thing, wherever I can, like on a roof or in a tree, and as for 17, well….," 18 soon begin to have tears in her eyes, but she would be darned if she was going to let anyone see her crying, so to keep from any explanation, she stood up and turned the other way, but it was almost to obvious to Krillin that she was crying.
End Flashback….
" Hello, earth to Krillin?," said 18.
Krillin looked up to see a hot dog in each hand of his friend.
" But I thought you didn't like hot dogs?," said Krillin.
" Well that's why your going to help me eat them, now aren't you?," said 18, handing Krillin a hot dog.
" Ok, but… it'd better have mustard!," said Krillin playfully.
" Who eats hot dogs without mustard?," said 18 as she sat down beside him, " I mean come on, I know this is a heathen world, but that would be just… weird."
Krillin just couldn't help but stare at 18. Not only because of the fact that she at the whole thing with two bites, but because he really just enjoy being with her.
" There he goes again," thought 18, " I'd know THAT look anywhere."
" Alright," said 18, plainly, not looking up to see Krillin's face, " Make your move, hot shot."
" What?!," said Krillin, swallowing hard.
" Oh, come on Krillin," said 18, rolling her eyes, " I'm not that stupid. This is some lower form of a date, isn't it?"
" WHAT? This isn't a date," said Krillin in his defense.
" Right, sure. It's not a date. Ya, ya, I've heard it before. Poppycock. Just say what you have to say," said 18.
" Well, I…," sweat dropped Krillin.
" Your pathetic, you know. Now I see why you don't have any girl friends. You never had the guts to talk to them. Or even admit you were on a date, huh?," said 18, plainly.
" If that's so true then how come you're here?!," said Krillin, trying to be clever.
" Now we're getting somewhere. You just called me your girlfriend," said 18, out smarting him again.
" You're not my girlfriend!," he said, lying only to himself.
" Do I even have to repeat what you said back on Kami's lookout?," said 18.
Flashback….
" Oh I get it now!," said the young boy, Gohan, " You've got a crush on Android 18!"
" (slaps Gohan in the back of the head) Thanks for the broadcast, mister smooth!," said Krillin, annoyed.
End of Flashback…..
" I was framed!," yelled Krillin as his last defense, though failing miserably.
" Well then how come you freaked out so badly when I kissed you on the highway?," said 18 smartly.
" You still remember that?!," said Krillin, wanting to fall out off the bench.
" You do, obviously," she said plainly.
" Why is she always out smarting me?," thought Krillin, " It's like she can read my mind or something."
" HEY YO!," yelled an all too familiar voice.
" What the….?," thought Krillin.
" Hey, 18, did you hear that?," said Krillin.
" Hear what?," she replied.
" Hey, idiot!," yelled the voice again, " WAKE UP!"
" WHO ARE YOU?!," yelled Krillin back as his voice echoed all the way up to Kami's lookout.
A couple of people walking by said something like " Who? Me?" or " What?" and others said things like, " Get a life" or " Loser".
" NOT YOU!," he screamed to the top of his voice, " CAN'T ANYONE ELSE HEAR THIS?!"
Everyone, even 18, gave him that " Are you nuts or something?" look.
" Incase I haven't already made my point…. I'M YOUR CONSCINCE!," snapped the voice again.
" Hey… I know you… Your 18's conscience, aren't you?," said Krillin.
" Just figured that out, Einstein?," she said plainly.
" THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING INSIDE MY HEAD?!," yelled Krillin.
" That's it, I'm out of here," she said, packing her bags.
" Wait… where can you go?," said Krillin.
" Inside someone else's head that actually can use a conscience!," she said as she jumped out of his ear on to the bench.
18's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw her conscious walk strait out of Krillin's head.
" Eight?!…. What the heck!?," said 18 as calmly as possible.
" So long, Suckers. I'm blowin' this joint," said Eight as she picked up her bags.
" But… you're my conscience! Your not supposed to just walk out and leave!," yelled 18.
" Your conscience? Ha! They don't pay me enough to do this job!," said Eight.
" But then why did you go inside of me?," said Krillin.
" Cause, clueless, I thought you'd have a little more since then the " love master" over there!," said Eight, pointing to 18.
" But wait, what happen to my original conscience?," asked Krillin, looking over 18, boiling mad right now.
" He's at the coffee shop down the street. Don't worry, he'll be back. He's just taking a little break," said Eight.
" Why are you mad at us, just tell us why," said Krillin kindly, although Eight was still in a huff.
" Because, tweedle dee and tweedle dim, I've sat though nearly 14 chapters of this poor excuse for a love story! And frankly, I've had enough of it! No kissing scenes, no sunsets, not even a decent date! This is THE worst story I've EVER had the misfortune to be a part of!," yelled Eight, finally making her point, " Now goodbye!"
18 and Krillin sat speechless as they watched Eight walk down the street before calling a cab and riding away.
" She maybe tiny, but she sure can be a pretty big pain in the tush," said 18.
" Ya, but what can we expect?," said Krillin playfully, " She is your conscious! We wouldn't be here right now if you were perfectly sane!"
" Well far as the part, your conscious is out to lunch now!," she said in the same manner, " Your not completely right up there either, Mr. Desperado!"
" You know, there's something I've always wanted to do when my conscious was away," said Krillin in his normal tone.
" And what's that? Drive a car off the edge of a cliff? Go diving in Niagara Falls? Go swimming in a piranha infested lake?," she teased.
" No… this….," he said.
Just as she was about to question as to what he was about to do, he leaned over kissed her on the cheek.
From this moment on, her life would be changed forever.
" He KISSED me! He kissed me on the cheek! He actually kissed ME!," she thought as her heart fluttered with delight.
Krillin, however, had a very different thought in mind.
" Oh man, nice one Krillin! You really blew it now! I bet she hates me for sure!," thought Krillin as his heart pounded as well, though for a very different reason.
Then 18 broke the silence.
" You know, Krillin," she said in a slyly tone, " You've really started something you can finish."
" Oh no! here it comes!," thought Krillin, assuming the worst.
Just when 18 had opened he mouth to say something, she remembered that Bob was most likely home by now, and she didn't want him raiding the refrigerator while they weren't there.
" Last one to the Kame House is a bald monk!," she said as she flew into the air.
" Hey, wait I am a bald monk!," he said as he followed her.
--
Today was the day. The day that the men would be separated from the boys, or at least Krillin would. It was the day that he would face the greatest challenge of his life. The day that would determine life or death. It was Christmas morning. It was sink or swim for Krillin. Today was… proposal day. A day that he knew all to well. Only this time, he had a better chance of avoiding heart brake. Last time, he had proposed to a tramp, although, he didn't know it at the time. This time was sure to be different.
It was 6:00 am. One hour until Christmas morning by late sleeper's standards.
(Let's put some Christmas cheer into this, shall we?)
(A/N: I did NOT write this poem. I only tweaked it…a lot…)
Twas an hour before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the trio with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The gang were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Pizza danced in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Bob sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Bob flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to Bob's wondering eyes should land,
But what looked be a little girl with a note in hand.
So frightened was Bob, for this human he had never seen,
He gabbed a bat and went on the attack!
" Get away from my house, you little rat!," yelled Bob at the figure while holding up his bat.
He charged at the suspecting visitor, and got a good swing, but did not achieve anything.
There was only a loud thud as the tree fell cold, despite all of his clout. He had frightened Annie, who the visitor was, so he got what was coming to him, and with blow, was knocked out.
" What a strange world I live in," thought Annie as she walk in the house. She was not there to steal or to even harm a mouse. She had one goal in mind, one goal to be fulfilled. Today was the day she had only dreamed would come. The day that she would get her wings and a true angel she would become.
She entered the door, but only got two feet. For again she was stopped, only this time, the foe would not be so easy to beat.
Her challenger this time was not other that 18, with arms crossed and a disgusted scowl on her face.
Annie was scared, but also struck with glee, for the freighting android that stood before her was just the person she wanted to see.
" Buddy!," she cried as her eyes lit up, " It's so good to see you again! Hopefully this means we're all in good luck!"
18 was puzzled as to what her friend meant or what event would cause her to arrive at such an hour.
Though Annie's face was gleeful, 18's face remained sour. She picked her up by the collar of shirt and with in a stern tone 18 uttered: " Why are you here and what is that piece of clutter?"
The unhappy android gave a look that would have killed anyone that was weak hearted.
Just as Annie was about to explain, Krillin trotted down stairs and a warm "Good Morning!" he exclaimed.
Merry as he was, this feeling was soon shattered. " Would either you care to explain just what is the matter!?," he shouted in anger.
Annie cleared her throat and quietly she said: " I'll answer your question, 18, if you would please not crush my head."
18 put her down, even though, she wasn't going to hurt her in the first place, but still had that angry scowl on her face.
" This is why I'm here," said Annie as she held up the note, " From this day on, I will wear a new coat."
Both 18 and Krillin alike were puzzled by this riddle that didn't sound right.
" Today is the day that I will finally take flight."
" For years I have been waiting, but today I get my wings! I've been waiting years for those things!," she continued, " But don't think I was only in it for my own treasure. Just being your friend is my greatest leisure!"
" What do you need us to do anything?," said Krillin, finally understanding.
" This note," she began, " I need you to sign it. It proves you said yes to something you've looked for and finally finding it."
Krillin was puzzled, but 18 knew what she meant. She suddenly knew why her mind had been twisted and bent. Through the last 6 months had been tearful and confusing, it was her fears she was losing.
" If it's wings you want, that is what you will surely get," said 18, as if winning a bet, " I will sign it if you like, cause' there's no turning back."
Then Krillin realized what the mystery note meant. Know he knew why so much time Annie had spent. She was here to bring them together, and know he was sure day was one of good weather.
" The dotted line is where you should sign," said Annie as she handed Krillin a pin and the letter.
Without a second thought, he signed swiftly, knowing it was for the better.
He handed it to 18, who signed as well, without thinking twice to read it. For they all knew that now they had succeeded.
Annie rolled up the letter and sprang into the air with all her might, " Yippee!", she cried, " I now pronounce you man and wife!"
She whistled a loud call and in a moment a sleigh appeared, dressed in red and green and tied to a reindeer.
And they heard her exclaim as she rose out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
" That girl is crazy," said 18 with her jaw hanging open.
" Ya, but not as crazy as you," said Krillin playfully.
" No, your way crazier than me!," said 18 in the same tone.
" You want to bet?!," challenged Krillin.
18 packed a snowball together and said, " You bet I do!"
Krillin armed himself as well and they went to war again.
Seems like there wont be anything romantic happening anytime soon….
Late that evening……
" YOU MEAN WE BOTH GOT RINGS?!," screamed 18.
" Um.. Ya…," said Krillin sheepishly.
" Wow… we really DO think alike…," said 18.
And so the proposals were made and everything was right. Annie got her wings finally, and everyone lived happily ever after…..
That is… until the sequel!