Here's a new chapter! Thank you so much the people who reviewed. I never knew there were so many people that disliked Oolong ^_^ Anyway: I hope you'll like this new chapter and please review!!

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Chapter 2

Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're lovelife's D.O.A.


Still yawning Krillin walked out onto the beach. He didn't sleep all that well; he kept thinking about the guest in the other room. Not that he was scared, not at all. He started out by doing his morning exercises, then he got some breakfast and sat down on the beach to eat it. This was something he did a lot lately. The fresh wind blowing from the ocean cleared his head. When he'd finished his breakfast he sat back to enjoy the morning sun.
"Are you done yet?"
Krillin startled and jumped up at hearing her voice. She was leaning against one of the palm trees and looking at him impatiently.
"Yes, sure." He said quickly, whipping the last breadcrumbs of his face.
"Then lets go." She ordered with an icy voice. Then she jumped into the air and flew off.
He was a bit confused. He really hadn't expected her to come with him. Suddenly he realized that she was quickly moving out of sight and he kicked off after her.
They'd been flying for about fifteen minutes now and they hadn't spoken a word. Krillin was leading the way and he considered starting a pleasant conversation about the weather or something. When he glanced back and saw the grumpy look on Eighteens face, he decided he'd better not. She must've got out on the wrong side of the bed, though I doubt her bed has a right side.
They landed at the Capsule Corp. gate. Eighteen immediately folded her arms and found a spot where she could wait without being noticed. Krillin shook his head and walked up to the front door.
Half an hour later he walked out again with a big smile on his face. Bulma hadn't given him any trouble about lending the money. Although she had been curious about the cash he'd wanted.
He looked around and saw that Eighteen hadn't moved an inch. Figures. He thought.
He walked up to her and held out the pile of bills in front of her. "Here you go." He was still trying to get her to loosen up a bit. "Bulma said, she'll have the rest in three or four days."
Eighteen rolled her eyes. "That long?" She obviously didn't like the idea of spending a few more nights at the Kamehouse. Krillin couldn't blame her, after all Oolong did snore pretty loudly.
"Well I guess you'll want to do some shopping now." He said and turned around to head back to the island.

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"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she demanded. He was already five feet up in the air. He turned back, totally confused.
"Well, I'm going home. Or am I not?" He asked insecurely.
"If you dare go anywhere, I'll blast you to pieces." She glared at him.
He abruptly dropped to the ground, not knowing what to think of this. She turned around and started walking in the direction of a nearby mall. When she noticed he wasn't following her, she shot a blast over her shoulder. It hit the ground a few feet to his left. It didn't hurt him one bit, but he almost fell over out of fright. "Are you going to stand there until I hit you or are you coming?!"
"S-ssure I'm right behind you." He stuttered as he ran to catch up with her.
As they walked along the sidewalk, he dared ask her about what was happening.
"Ehmm.. Why am I supposed to come with you?" He ducked to avoid any punches thrown his way.
For some time it seemed like she hadn't heard him. She didn't even say anything harsh nor hit him like he'd expected. It was almost like she didn't know it herself and was now trying to think of a reason.
"You don't expect me to carry all those bags myself, do you?" It wasn't what she'd intended to say, but if she told him the real reason, she'd be exposing herself too much.
"Oh… ok" So he was supposed to be a carrier boy. Great, why does it always have to be me? Not that he really minded getting to spend some more time with her.
He soon discovered that Eighteen had quite an eye for fashion. She stopped by almost every clothes shop the mall had. After forty-five minutes he was already trying to carry more than he could. Which resulted in him actually enjoying sitting down, while she tried on new outfits. He usually didn't care much for all that searching and wondering whether something looked good. But now he got to judge how she looked, because she was actually asking his opinion.
When they had roamed most of the mall, they sat down for a drink. Krillin was absolutely exhausted of dragging around an entire wardrobe. He'd tripped five times already, because the bags didn't allow him to see where he was going and a few nasty bruises were starting to appear on his kneecaps.
She looked at him, while he was rubbing his knees. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was actually having a good time with him. "You don't seem very used to shopping." It escaped her thoughts and had worked its way outside. I can't believe I'm actually trying to start a conversation. She said to herself. Why wouldn't you? A very soft and timid voice replied.
"Well, I'm a guy and guys don't often go shopping, you see." He answered as he got up and reached for his drink.
"Doesn't your girlfriend ever make you come along with her?"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
Somewhere inside she felt relieved, she didn't understand why (or maybe she did but didn't want to admit it). She fell quiet, feeling a bit ashamed for inquiring about his girlfriend. He noticed and decided to change the subject to get her off the hook.
"So… wouldn't be working in a fashion store be something?"
"What? Why would you think that?" She thought they'd been clear on the fact, that she wasn't going to get a job.
"You've got a great fashion sense, at least from my point of view. It might even help your peoples skills."
"I wouldn't count on it." She dropped back to her harsh tone again.
He didn't notice; he was starting to get used to it. "It was just a suggestion."
Quiet.
"I think I've got enough for the time being. We'd better be heading back to that little island of yours."
"That's fine with me." Actually it wasn't. He wasn't at all feeling like flying those bags and boxes all the way home, but he wasn't about to let her know that. Then, when he started to get up, she stopped him.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right back." She got up and started walking back towards the stores. "Just sit there and don't move." So he didn't move until she came back five minutes later.
"All right." She said. "Lets go."
He jumped up immediately and picked up the stuff that was piled up around him, still wondering where she'd gone off to. To his great surprise she picked up almost half of the bags herself. When she saw his amazed look, she said: "I do have arms you know."
He nodded and finished pilling some boxes.
They didn't talk on their way back. They were both to busy trying to keep the bags from dropping into the ocean. Krillin really thought it was a miracle that they made it without losing a single thing.
He helped Eighteen carry the things upstairs and then left her to herself. She flew of an hour later and didn't return until late that evening. She went up to her room without saying a word. Which got a lot of comment from Roshi and Oolong after she was out of earshot off course.

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When Krillin entered his room half an hour later, he noticed a box standing on his bed. As he wondered where it had come from, he opened it to find a shirt inside. It was just a plain red shirt. He put it on and checked himself out in the mirror. It looked pretty good, though it would probably have looked better if he hadn't had such a bald head. He wondered where it could've come from. When he searched the box he found a little note. It was written in a graceful handwriting and it said: "Thanks"
That was it and that was all he needed. He jumped a hole in the air and almost into the roof as well, since he hit the ceiling with a loud thump.
Down the hallway Eighteen lay on her bed, smiling as she heard the sound. So he got the message.

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