Yay! I wrote that quicker than I usually do... hope that sticks. So yeah, any constructive criticism, comments and questions are happily recieved.

Well, I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only satellites
It's wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you cared - A New England - Jamie T

Fools Fall In: Chapter 5.

It was the early hours of the morning and in a back alley in one of the seedier parts of East City, the shrill ring of a car alarm pierced the air. The Z-senshi and the Androids watched the vehicle blaze away as the demon that'd been thrown into it crawled off into the shadows of the parking area, bat-like wings smouldering.

"That was yours?" Krillin turned to 18 sheepishly, she simply stared straight ahead, an incredulous look on her face.

"I hope it was insured."

17 clambered over the rubble of what had been the wall of the Rakshasa holding the remnants of a barstool. His shoulders visibly slumped as he saw the campervan was beyond any hope of salvage.
As was his paddling-pool.

"I liked that van."

There was another silence, until Yamcha clapped his hands together in an awkward fashion and said, "Well I think we should be heading off now. Thank you for your help and it was good to catch up..."
He fell quiet again as Piccolo strode forward towards the two cyborgs; he regarded them with narrowed eyes and clenched a fist. Krillin then realised that they both had no idea why the twins had been there in the first place. Fortunately, before either could get very paranoid about it, Yamcha set them right.

"They work here. Apparently. "

The big namek looked decidedly unconvinced, but seemed to relax a little. Neither he nor the taller human noticed the look of relief on their friend's face. So she wasn't there with someone else. Eeeeeeeeep.

18 shrugged and huffed, "Well not any more."

"Huh? You quitting? I know it's a mess but – "

She pointed towards a part of the back wall which had survived Piccolo's blast, a camera started blankly back at them. Surveillance. Video streamed straight back to the clubs lovely owner.

"I doubt we'll be keeping our jobs once she sees that we helped you...and caused a large amount of damage ourselves." With this she stared pointedly at 17, who turned to look behind him, then pulled an 'I'm so very shocked that you're even insinuating that I'm not a complete angel' face. His sister simply shook her head and headed back into the club, emerging a second later stuffing zeni notes down the front of her shirt.

Krillin worried himself a little with the notion that he was actually jealous of those little pieces of paper.

She was well aware that she was going back on her decision to generally avoid committing crimes (their last offense being 'borrowing' the van itself), but everything they had owned had been in that van. All of the money they'd legitimately earned, their clothes – oh god her shoes. She winced.
That stupid green git. She should've seen it coming. Her files had warned her he was prone to being enormously destructive. I should destroy something of his. Like his face.

"So, you going to be okay? Getting home I mean." Krillin looked earnestly up at her, snapping her out of her shoe-mourning trance. She snorted and put her hands on her hips, resisting the urge to smack him in his concerned little face. She wished he's stop looking at her like that.

"That was our home, idiot."

"Oh. I... I'm sorry...

The dark-haired android smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Don't you think you owe us an apology Piccolo?" His voice carrying with it a hint of menace, and the namek glowered back. They already had unfinished business. Yamcha moved swiftly between the two, holding up his hands, "Look I'm sure he is sorry, and I mean it was an accident and all and well um..."

17 simply shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. He let out a short sharp laugh. "It doesn't matter really" he turned to his sister, "I've figured out a solution to our problem anyway."

"Oh you have, have you, brother?" She sounded sceptical.

"Yes. We're moving in with Krillin."

"What."

"Wait, what?"

"Well, let me explain, my vertically challenged friend. You are the one who got us into this mess." His voice rose a little, moving from the expressionless monotone it usually was to a voice that almost sounded annoyed. "You come in to our bar; start a kerfuffle, ("a kerfuffle?" "Yes a kerfuffle.") bring Scarface and John Spartan here with you, blowing up the place. More than likely lost us our jobs and to top it all off you blew up MY VAN! Ergo, it is your fault. You owe us."

"17, I don't think that –" 18 did not look impressed. In fact, Krillin thought, a little offended, that she looked almost worried.

"It's only logical."

"Wh...No it's not! I didn't start this mess in the first place!"

"Oh really? Who did then?"

"Master Roshi!"

"Then point us to where this Master Roshi lives and we'll move right in!"

"...he lives...with me..."

17's face broke out into a smirk of smug satisfaction. "I'll get my coat."

Krillin and 18 regarded each other and then let out identical resigned sighs. Ah irony, thought Krillin, it sure does love me. Any other night. Really. Ugh, this really has been a wonderful ,wonderful day. Dende, why have you forsaken me?
Had this have been a television show, at that precise moment there would have been a swift cut to show the young god of Earth rocking his little heart out playing Guitar Hero quite happily forsaking Krillin. But I digress.

Piccolo and Yamcha exchanged looks.
"I bet this isn't how he imagined what her coming home with him would be like."

About half an hour later, Krillin and his two android 'guests' arrived at Kame House. Thankfully, he discovered, as he switched on the lights and saw no-one up, Master Roshi and Oolong we're asleep. Therefore he'd have until the morning to figure out a way to tell them that two killer robots were living with them. Provided of course, he survived the night. Judging by the slightly annoyed look on 18's usually serene face, it didn't look likely.

"So this is it huh? Pokey."

"What is that smell?" She wrinkled her nose.

"It's really better that you don't know."

The cyborgs took in their surroundings; the house was very well lived in, but it was much tidier than their van had been (despite having three males living there). The decor was mismatched and rather dated, and since coming through the door, 18 had lost count of the number of adult paraphernalia Krillin had sneakily tried to move out of view. How charming.
He was now mumbling something about futons.

"... and I mean the settee is comfortable enough for one of you if you'd rather not share the spare room..."

"Whatever." She replied in a bored tone, eyeing up the contents of a bookshelf. Manga. Porn. Comic books. Crime thrillers. Cookery books. Krillin shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like the idea of either of them poking through the house, making judgements. Especially her.
There was the unmistakable sound of drawers being rifled through and the tiny man realised 17 had left the room.

"Why do you keep Vaseline in the kitchen?"

The woman gave Krillin a very disturbed look.
"Does the spare bedroom have a lock on the door?"
"Um...yes. Yes it does."
"I'll be sleeping there then. 17!" She called through, the rummaging stopped, "You're on the sofa. I'm going to bed."

And with that, she walked out of the room; only to lean back into sight a moment later.
"Second room on the left, purple door, can't miss it.", said the monk with a yawn.

"Thanks."

Krillin mumbled a tiny "your welcome" under his breath as he watched her climb the stairs and disappear into the darkness of the landing. He took one last look into the living room, where 17 was lying messily on the sofa, one leg hung over the back. The human rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sighed. He was completely exhausted. The entire night had been overwhelming, and despite having the object of his misguided and foolish affections under the same roof, all he could think about was climbing into bed. In the past hour, he hadn't even thought about the whole Majon issue, which was probably for the best... he could worry about that tomorrow.
But for now, sleep.

It was perhaps an understatement to say that Majon was not amused.
Not in the slightest.

She stood inside the now quite open-plan Rakshasa clutching a bacon sandwich in one hand and the collar of her head of security in the other. After she'd finished shaking him and yelling about incompetence, idiocy and general uselessness, her hand realised him and he hobbled away from her on a set of quite recently acquired crutches.

"Could somebody- SOMEBODY- please explain to me what the smeg happened here last night?"

She took a viscous bite of the bun, as a large demon with a black eye and second degree burns appeared by her side holding a video tape in his claws.

"Majon, miss, I've got the surveillance tape from last night here and-"

"Can't you just tell me what happened? Weren't you there?" She took another bite.

"Yes, I... er was, but you see I think you should probably see this anyway."

"So what was the deal, it was Krillin and his buddies that did this, wasn't it? I mean I know there supposed to be strong..." She chewed, contemplating.

"Um, yeah... they were stronger than we thought...and you know... since we weren't trying to kill them... that sort of... hindered us."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah I'm sure it did Katya. Just give me that," snatching the video out of his hands she gave him a nasty look, "I ask you to do one thing Katya, just you know, rough them up a little bit, and you can't even do that right."

"Hey one of them was Damioah's son you know"

"I know that, couldn't you have, I dunno, held him off with a rice cooker or something." She finished her sandwich and shooed him away, "Just go get a sweeping brush and help out will ya. I'm going to the office."

The titular office was situated above the Rakshasa, and was still intact, unlike the bar and back wall. Which would be expensive to repair, dammit. Today was not off to a good start, thought the demoness as she stomped up the stairs. She felt foolish for the most part... how stupid had she been, getting her regular goons involved? She'd let her temper get the better of her, but gawd knew she wouldn't be doing that again. She could tell by the mess and the state of the boys that he and his friends were more than a match, but after her little speech last night it was very unlikely he'd resort to violence. Her tail swished in an agitated manner; he'd looked so worried... as if she'd really scared him. But anyways, why should she worry? She had months yet to win him over, and vice versa. He was cute, in a shy, awkward kind of way...

This has to work.
It just has to.

Her mobile phone started ringing as she put the video in the machine and pressed play, picking up; she found it was one of her girlfriends.

"Bon journo, Zeezee. Yeah, horrible. Mmmhmmm, trashed. That bet thing I told you about – well – no – yeah, that's not the point though... yeah...yeah... yes of course I have. Hey Zeezee...Zeezee, stop talking. I need you to do me a big favour. No not that. I need you to help me dig about and find out who this Krillin guy is... and his friends. No, no... Yes I promise I'll get you something nice. Yeah you got a pen? Yeah he lives with Baba's brother – Kame House. Brought Ma Junior with him. I know! There was a guy called Yancha? Yamcha? Something-cha anyway. Looks familiar... sure I've seen him on TV...I dunno. Anyway, can you get me some info? Anything I can work with...date of births, jobs, favourite movie..."

She trailed off staring intently at the screen. Oh. Hell. No.

"YEAH SURE I CAN DO THAT FOR YOU MAJ. MAJ? YOU STILL THERE?"

"I'll ring you back Zeezee."

Majon hung up without waiting for Zeezee's reply. She was watching the events of last night in black and white. She'd watched as the fight had started. She'd watched as Krillin, Piccolo and Yamcha had begun taking down the demons. She had then bore witness to the video's display of Krillin being pulled back in the knick of time by her blonde barmaid.
Her excessively attractive barmaid.
But what had really caught her attention. What had made her stop mid-sentence and made her stomach flip over was how her newly acquired pet-boyfriend had responded to the barmaid. The grey grain of the tape couldn't hide the darkening of his face to a blush, nor the blaringly obvious body-language that spoke of attraction and most definitely not the look of adoration on his face that was caught when he turned in direction of the camera.
Fuck. Their relationship hadn't even started and already there was another woman.
He was absolutely smitten with her barmaid.
Her barmaid who, along with that insane brother of hers, helped destroy half her precious nightclub.
Her barmaid that was sooooo fired.

Had, towards the end of the tape, the gorgeous goldielocked young woman simply shook hands with Krillin and made a swift exit – Majon would've probably felt a lot better about what she saw. Would've probably not blasted the TV through the wall of the office. However this did not happen.

Majon watched with clenched fists and that sharp stabbing pain of betrayal in her chest, as her own fairly won Mr.-Nice-Guy took off into the night with that yellow-haired bitch.

It was fairly safe to say that the day after the fight at the Rakshasa, Majon was most definitely not amused.

Yawning and scratching himself, Master Roshi padded slowly down the stairs of Kame House towards the kitchen. The house was quiet, he mused, must be the first one up. He enjoyed quiet mornings before his peace was shattered with Oolong, Krillin, the Turtle and whom-ever might visit. He'd make himself some breakfast and eat it outside with a nice piece of literature, he decided, humming happily to himself.

When he reached into the cupboard to retrieve the chocolate-flavoured cereal, he did not find it there. Instead, it sat on the bench, messily opened. The old master readjusted his glasses and figured Krillin must've had some when he'd gotten back last night. I wonder how that went, he thought as he made himself a bowl of 'Choco-pops'.

He was musing to himself about whether Krillin had sorted things out with that Demon woman, and of course which magazine to read with his cereal as he got to his deck chair outside.
Someone was already in it.

Android 17 sat with his own bowl of cereal in his underwear, scarf of course – as always- still on.

"Urrrr..."

"Hello. I came home with Krillin last night."

Master Roshi regarded the statement for a moment, then turned around and went back.
Where things made sense.

Miles away, in his flat, Yamcha sat bolt upright in bed and smacked himself in the forehead. He'd just gotten the joke 17 made about Piccolo.

"Demolition man."

Happy with this revelation, he flopped back down.

Yeah, so that was chapter 5. Hope people like it! Hopefully I'm painting a better picture of Majon as a character.
18 is so hard to write. *grumble *