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Eighteen's POV

I wish I would just die. After all, what's the point of living if I can't even have a life?

I miss my family so much! I don't even know how I'm managing to survive without them...Maybe it's hope? Then again, what hope do I really have? After all, I'm in the hands of the two people I hate the most- Brandon and Dr. Gero- in that order. They don't care about how I feel. They will never let me go.

Krillin...I love him so much. And I'll probably never get to see him again. I hope for Krillin's sake he can move on and find someone with a normal history. At least he has a chance to move on...I don't. I'm stuck here until doomsday.

I hate Brandon so much! The sound of his very voice makes me want to kill him! You know something? I've always hated him! Ever since my Dad left for Iraq when I was sixteen, my life has been filled chaos. Everything had been fine until Brandon had came into the picture.

It was enough that he stole my mother from me. Then my friends, my own brother, my virginity...but now even my own family?! I swear to God, whenever I can get my hands on him, I'm going to tear him to shreds bit by bit! I want to see him suffer like he's made me for so long!

"Don't you think it's about time you got up and did something instead of moping around like some little baby?" Eighteen's mother remarked snidely, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Krillin was sitting down in front of her with his head leaning on his hands for support. He was staring off into space. Depression was written all over his face. A sigh came from him, but no reply.

That seemed to irritate her. "You're acting like a real pussy, you know that?" she insulted. "Any other guy would take it like a man and just move on with life."

"Could you please shut up?" Krillin snapped.

"Excuse me?" She said, thunderstruck.

"You heard me," Krillin repeated. "Shut up."

Eighteen's mother made a face. Obviously, she had thought that Krillin wouldn't even stand up for himself. Well, boy, wasn't she wrong? You could tell she wanted to say something else, but she didn't know what. He was stepping on her pride and she refused to let him keep doing that. She had to have the last word.

And that's when she finally came up with something to say. "I don't even see why you're upset, honestly."

When Krillin didn't say anything in response, her mother kept on. "She's not that important. You could go out and find someone else that's much more worth it."

That's when Krillin snapped. No one talked down on his wife! He didn't care that Eighteen might have left him for God knows what, he still loved her! He knew she was worth everything to him. He would die for her!

"What the hell is your problem?!" Krillin snarled. "For your information, Eighteen is worth it and if you were any kind of a decent mother, then you'd know that!"

She couldn't think of what else to say. Krillin had made a point, but then again, in her sick mind, she actually felt insulted. She rolled her eyes at Krillin and burst into sarcastic laughter. "Excuse me? I was a decent mother! Do you know what type of bull I had to put up with living with that little whore?! I gave up everything for her and she didn't even acknowledge it! She ruined my life!"

"Oh, really? I don't believe any of your crap!" Krillin defended. "The only reason why you say she ruined your life is because your bombed out self was dumb enough to screw some moron you didn't even love!"

Eighteen's mother's eyes widened in rage. How dare he! "I don't know who the hell told you that, but it's a lie! As I said earlier it was forced upon me to have that little caniving little brat! I didn't want her! And I never loved her because of it!"

"You're sick! I don't want you in this house house anymore!" Krillin yelled. "Get the hell out!" He pointed towards the door. When she didn't move, he grabbed her by the wrist...when he suddenly heard his beloved Maron speak up.

"Daddy, are you gonna hurt her?"

His anger was averted once her voice registered in his head. He wasn't making a good impression on his daughter. He was upset and wasn't acting like himself. It must have been because he was so hurt from Eighteen leaving him and then having her mother act like an absolute piece of dirt. He let go of Eighteen's mother and looked down at Maron.

He felt bad for being caught in a compromising position like this. Not to mention, Maron had been in bed; asleep, until now. His loud mouth had condoned in keeping her up.

"Of course not, Sweetie," his voice was a bit shaky. "go back to bed. Daddy will be quiet- he promises."

"I can't sleep," Maron replied. "I miss mommy."

"I do too," Krillin sighed, being reminded of Eighteen once again.

Eighteen's mother started to walk away when Maron spoke to her. She, oddly enough, stayed and listened to Maron. Although, she appeared to feel impatient.

"Do you know when the mean man is gonna give back mommy?" Maron sounded so innocent.

Huh? Mean man? What the...?

"Mean man?" Krillin raised an eyebrow. "What mean man, Maron?"

"The mean man that's keeping mommy," Maron revealed.

So maybe Eighteen hadn't left him after all! He felt a tinge of hope spark within him. Maybe Maron could help him find out where Eighteen was! Maybe this was the same guy that had kidnapped her. Maybe...

"You mean Brandon?" Her mother oddly enough spoke up.

"The mean man," Maron reiterated. "he's really big and likes to hurt."

"Maron, do you think you can tell us where the mean man lives?" Krillin started to get anxious.

"Uhhh..." She looked up at the ceiling in thought. "somewhere in the city...He poked needles into me and hurt my mommy."

He had to leave tonight! He had to find out where Eighteen was! There had been something suspicious about how Eighteen had suddenly walked out on him! Maybe this jerk had something to do with it! And he was going to find out!

"Can you show Daddy where he lives if Daddy flies us to the city?" Krillin asked hopefully.

"You know she has school tomorrow, right?" Eighteen's mother reminded

"Oh yea!" Darn it!" Krillin sighed. "Then we'll tomorrow afternoon. It's going to be Friday then."

Krillin turned to Eighteen's mother. He seemed to have changed in attitude. He felt hopeful, like maybe there was a chance that Eighteen and him could be reunited. There was a twinkle in his eyes.

"So can you tell me more about this Brandon guy? You were pretty vague the last time we all sat down and talked about him." Krillin asked.

She sighed and then replied. "I don't like talking about him, but I will say he played a big part in Rose and I's life."

"Does he have anything against Eighteen or something?" Krillin pushed anxiously.

"Daddy, can-"

"Go back to bed sweetie, we'll find mommy in the morning." Krillin interrupted Maron. He clearly was very anxious about what he wanted to hear.

Maron headed back to her room obediently, leaving behind Krillin and Eighteen's mother.

"Well did he?" Krillin kept on.

"Vice versa," She replied. "She had something against him."

Krillin didn't really know whether or not believe Eighteen's mother, but all he could do was listen. "And?"

"She didn't like him because he loved me."

He was sure there was more to it, but maybe there was some truth to it- hopefully. "So tried to break you guys up?"

"At first," She seemed to be getting disinterested with the conversation. "but she gave up after awhile."

"There has to be more of a reason than that."

"No, there's not," she shot back. "just because your thick little head can't comprehend that there doesn't always have to be some big reason for everything doesn't mean that is the case."

Krillin let her insult roll right off his back. He didn't want to start another argument and keep Maron up again. That would not be a good thing for a parent to do.

So instead he walked out the house, leaving Eighteen's mother behind to herself. It suddenly dawned on him that it was amazing that with that loud of an argument that they had not woke up Master Roshi.

The sky was clear tonight and the moon was just a shining. It was so beautiful...but it made him remember one thing and one thing only- Eighteen. On nights like these they would sit up on the roof and look up at the stars together while cuddling. Oh God, how he missed her! He wanted to be able to hold her tightly in his arms and be able to press his lips against hers again! He wanted to be able to constantly remind her of how much he loved her...but he couldn't...not yet, at least.

A tear slid down his cheek. He felt so lonely standing out here all by himself. At least when Eighteen was here and he was outside alone he knew that the one he loved more than life itself was still there.

But she just wasn't.

He would find her, though. Whether she wanted him back or not, he would find her. No matter what it took, he had to at least see her one last time and find out what exactly was going on. He didn't know who, but he would. He just had to!

Disclaimer: Okay, where to start? Busy with school, volleyball practice (EVERY DAY I HAVE IT!), and pretty much having too much of a life. I wrote more than half of this at school in sixth period yearbook class...lol. I think I did an okay chapter. Hope you guys are quinched for the next month because I am busy as COULD BE! Whoo!