A/N:Sorry to wait so long with a new chapter, but I'm currently suffering from three things:
1 writersblock
2 finals (doesn't everybody just hate those things?)
3 a really sweet and wonderful guy (Ok, I'm not really suffering from him, but he does keep me a little distracted ^_~)
My finals are next week so the new chapter won't be out for two weeks or so. I hope you won't quit on me, because of that. Anyway, here's the new chapter, I hope you'll like it! Please review!
BTW: Many thanks to the people, who reviewed. I am ever so grateful.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ... bla, bla, bla, yackedy, smackedy...


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Chapter 3

You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight


A pair of giggling teenagers walked into the store. They strolled through the isles, looking at the fashionable clothing. They started picking things out, holding it up in front of each other. Even more giggling. This was it, she couldn't postpone it any longer. They probably weren't interested in buying anything, but she was hired to sell them things, so she'd better go and try.
"Hi, can I help you with anything?" She disgusted having to say that.
"Well, ehm.. I'm not sure." One of the girls replied. She seemed to be about 16 years old, with dark green hair and big brown eyes. She looked over at her friend; a brunette with dark, blue eyes. "Go ahead, she might be able to help you out" her friend urged.
The green haired girl looked at the floor, gathering courage. Then she looked straight at Eighteen and started explaining her problem. "It's like this. There's this guy in our class, who I used to date with. We broke up about three weeks ago. He and his friends have been picking on me ever since. There's gonna be a big party next Saturday and well.. they're always saying I look like a dork and.. I wanted to show them I'm not at the party. But they were kind of right about me being a dork, because I don't have anything cool to wear."
Oh great, social problems, ex-boyfriends; what more could I ask for. Eighteen wasn't really happy about it. Then something occurred to her. "You mean it's like a revenge-thing?"
"I guess you could put it that way." The brunette answered.
A devious smile started to play around the cyborgs lips. "All right, lets get you a stunning outfit, that will blow those guys' heads of." The face of the green haired girl brightened at once.
Trying to block out every thought of disgust for humans, Eighteen looked the girl over. She had a nice figure, so it wouldn't be to hard to get her to look cool. She closed her eyes and pictured what kind of outfit would be best, then she searched the store until she found something like it. The girl wasn't really sure about it, when she saw the outfit, but eighteen and the brunette practically forced her to put it on. She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror, especially not when Eighteen showed her how to put up her hair, which made her look even more classy.
The girl bought the entire outfit and before she walked out, she came up to Eighteen. "Thank you so very much! I would never have found something like this myself. Really, I can't thank you enough." She was looking up with shinning eyes. Eighteen didn't know how to react.
"…You're welcome. Just show those guys who you really are and if you're ever in the neighborhood; come tell me what happened." She was surprised at herself for saying something like that. The girl nodded enthusiastically and walked out with her friend. Eighteen watched them go, smiling. Maybe the baldhead was right after all. This whole job-business could turn out to be fun.

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All though she had some more satisfied customers, she wasn't that fond of selling anymore at the end of the day. It had been just one customer that had ruined it for her. The very rich lady had come in late in the afternoon, demanding that she would be helped immediately. She displayed an air of being more important, than anyone else.
Eighteen had hated the woman's attitude right away. It only got worse when she heard what the woman wanted. She wanted to look as young as her daughter again, she couldn't stand that people were able to see, that she had a twenty-two year old child. The finest surgeons were already preparing her facelift and now all she needed was new 'young' clothes.
Eighteen tried, but it was no use. The trendy outfits the woman picked out, simply looked ridiculous on her. To make things worse, she blamed Eighteen for it. The woman's insults died away quickly, as both of her bodyguards were lifted into the air and thrown out the store. She herself ran out screaming.
After the store was closed, eighteen was called to the chief.
"Look you have a great fashion sense, but you also have a short temper."
Eighteen knew exactly where this was heading. "Save your breath, I won't be back tomorrow." She walked out and took off in the direction of Kamehouse.
The whole thing hadn't been a complete failure, but she was still feeling rather bad about it. After her shopping trip with Krillin she'd went out to find a job, like he'd suggested. Luckily she found one where she could start the very next day and now it hadn't worked out. She really felt like blowing something up, but she needed a bath first.
When she arrived at the little island, she noticed that the pig and the old man weren't there. She later heard, that they'd gone on a trip and wouldn't be back until she left. Krillin was there, training on the beach. He stopped as soon as he saw her. He noticed she didn't look very cheerful.
They stood on the beach looking at each other for some time. She felt like something clicked.
"Looks like you've had a rough day. Want me to run a hot bath for you?"
She scowled. "You've read my mind."
He raised an eyebrow and headed inside. "I'll take that as a yes." He muttered over his shoulder.
She took her time in the bathtub letting all the events of the day wash of. When she came out an hour later and saw the sun hanging low above the ocean, she didn't feel like blowing anyone up. The only person around was Krillin and he hadn't deserved something like that.
She climbed out her window and lay down on the roof again. The gentle breeze rustled her hair, as the dying sunlight lit the already pink house. An inner calm had arose in her, clouding the hatred in her heart. She might never lose her short temper, or her grumpiness, but she'd made a start in becoming more like a 'normal' person.

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Stars where already glittering in the dark night and she was still laying on the roof. She was disturbed by a sound coming from inside the house. Someone was opening doors hastily and calling something. The voice became clearer when the door to her room was opened.
"Eighteen?! Are you in here?" Krillin sounded anxious. He walked up to the window and looked outside. "Damn, where could she have gone? I didn't see her leave.. I sure hope she's all right."
She stayed quiet, looking at the worried man. It was stupid of him to worry off course, it wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself. Still she thought it was sweet as well.
"I'm up here you idiot. No need to scream your head of." Her tone wasn't as harsh as she'd wanted it to be.
He looked around and started blushing when he saw her sitting there. Once again, he'd made a fool of himself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." He pulled his head back inside.
She sighed. Am I going to have to make every move? "Get your ashamed butt out here, right now!" she shouted. Then she waited. Very slowly he came floating out through the window, not sure what to do next.
"Sit down." She commanded.
Wordlessly he sat down next to her.
"Now relax, that's why I'm up here and you could sure use some relaxation as well."
Krillin nodded and lay back. He put his hands behind his head and tried to loosen his muscles. That was very hard for him, while lying next to Eighteen. After a while he discovered, that concentrating on the stars helped a lot. They lay there without saying word. It was hard for him to tell how long; it might have been half an hour, but it could just as well have been three hours.
Then she got up. "I'm heading off to bed. Maybe you should do so too"
No answer, he just nodded in agreement.
She climbed back in through her window, wondering if he was going to use the same way. When she turned around, she saw he was floating outside of her window. She walked up to him.
She looks really pretty like this. The starlight reflecting in her eyes, her hair so soft in the blue light. He didn't stop looking at her, not even after she'd given him a fierce scowl.
"I'm not a window dummy." She said quite coarsely.
"I know." He replied unnaturally calm. Then he lend forward and kissed her directly on the lips. I might as well do it now and if she kills me for it, well.. too bad; I really wouldn't mind.
Eighteen was too shocked to even think of killing him. Krillin took his time and when he finally let go of her, she still couldn't say anything. He gave her a little smile and then flew to his own window and climbed inside.
She stood there frozen for a few moments, then she touched her lips, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, but not of rage. She absolutely had no desire to kill the baldhead, instead other (new) feelings were starting to surface. She laid down on her bed and curled up under the blankets. He made a move…and…he's not a bad kisser. She fell asleep with a remote smile on her face.

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