DISCLAIMER - I do not own DragonBall Z, and those characters and events
therein. They are all the property of some big company, probably AIC or
Pioneer. I heard that somewhere. As such, I expect to receive no money or
other fringe benefits. This work is done completely for entertainment.
Thanks to myself for having such a brilliant mind, and for being able to produce this fic, and also to Simon Willshire, proofreader and friend.
If you want to contact me, my address is chosen_one123@hotmail.com. I also have MSN Messenger, so add me!
Chapter Two - Reflection
Krillin sighed. It had been a whole six hours since he had seen 18 at Kame's Sanctuary. He knew he had feelings for her. He knew that everyone else knew as well, since Gohan had blurted out to them as soon as he had figured it out. They were all disgusted, he remembered, that Krillin had feelings for an enemy, and even though Yamcha had lightened the mood, he still couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe they were right, maybe he shouldn't love her, maybe he should just forget.
Love. Krillin wondered for a second. It was love, wasn't it, and not some childish schoolyard crush on the prettiest girl there? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he got a warm sensation inside him whenever he thought about her. It controlled his Chi, his spirit, and made him do things he probably wouldn't have done if it weren't 18. Like, for example, when the Near Perfect Cell was about to absorb 18. Vegeta was not stopping him, and Trunks wasn't able to help. Only he stood between 18 and her absorption. He remembered how he smashed the remote control designed to deactivate her. If it had been anyone else, Krillin thought, I would have deactivated them. But something about the way in which she looked at him then made him do otherwise, and to fight Cell in a vain attempt to save her. What would have happened, he mused, if I had deactivated her then. 18 wouldn't be alive now, he answered, and wouldn't have a chance to change. She wasn't evil. She had been programmed by Dr Gero to be destructive. It wasn't her fault. Maybe she could be like 16. His only purpose was to destroy Goku. Yet somehow he managed to break his programming and become good.
He sighed again. He knew he didn't stand a chance of being with her. Too much had happened for that to be. He didn't know if she knew how he felt about her. He hoped she didn't, because it could scare her away, and he would never be with her, but he hoped she did, because there might be a chance that she loved him back. But no, that would never happen. No matter how much he wanted it, they wouldn't be together.
"Why is life so unfair?" He said to no one in particular. He got up and went to the kitchen, deciding to make himself a snack. All this excitement of the Cell Games had made him forget about food. Also, his brooding over 18 ever since he got home had had his attention, and made him quite hungry. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out most of its contents.
"Just a small snack," Krillin said, grinning. "At least compared to how much those Saiyans eat."
He sat down at the table with his food and started eating, completely oblivious to the person who had just landed outside on the beach. Unaware that he was about to have one of the biggest shocks of his life come walking through the front door in about three seconds time.
The door slammed.
"Who is it?" Krillin shouted from the kitchen. There was no reply. "Hello?" Still no response. Master Roshi and the others had gone off for a spur-of- the-moment holiday. He had said something about not appreciating something until you lost it, and then flew off. No one else had any reason to visit. Besides, he couldn't sense anyone there. Maybe it was just the wind. He had left the door open, after all. "I suppose I'd better shut it," he said to himself. "I don't want it banging all the way through my meal."
He got up and went through into the living room, where he closed the door.
"There's one problem solved," he said as he turned around. "The only problem now is AAAHH!"
Thanks to myself for having such a brilliant mind, and for being able to produce this fic, and also to Simon Willshire, proofreader and friend.
If you want to contact me, my address is chosen_one123@hotmail.com. I also have MSN Messenger, so add me!
Chapter Two - Reflection
Krillin sighed. It had been a whole six hours since he had seen 18 at Kame's Sanctuary. He knew he had feelings for her. He knew that everyone else knew as well, since Gohan had blurted out to them as soon as he had figured it out. They were all disgusted, he remembered, that Krillin had feelings for an enemy, and even though Yamcha had lightened the mood, he still couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe they were right, maybe he shouldn't love her, maybe he should just forget.
Love. Krillin wondered for a second. It was love, wasn't it, and not some childish schoolyard crush on the prettiest girl there? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he got a warm sensation inside him whenever he thought about her. It controlled his Chi, his spirit, and made him do things he probably wouldn't have done if it weren't 18. Like, for example, when the Near Perfect Cell was about to absorb 18. Vegeta was not stopping him, and Trunks wasn't able to help. Only he stood between 18 and her absorption. He remembered how he smashed the remote control designed to deactivate her. If it had been anyone else, Krillin thought, I would have deactivated them. But something about the way in which she looked at him then made him do otherwise, and to fight Cell in a vain attempt to save her. What would have happened, he mused, if I had deactivated her then. 18 wouldn't be alive now, he answered, and wouldn't have a chance to change. She wasn't evil. She had been programmed by Dr Gero to be destructive. It wasn't her fault. Maybe she could be like 16. His only purpose was to destroy Goku. Yet somehow he managed to break his programming and become good.
He sighed again. He knew he didn't stand a chance of being with her. Too much had happened for that to be. He didn't know if she knew how he felt about her. He hoped she didn't, because it could scare her away, and he would never be with her, but he hoped she did, because there might be a chance that she loved him back. But no, that would never happen. No matter how much he wanted it, they wouldn't be together.
"Why is life so unfair?" He said to no one in particular. He got up and went to the kitchen, deciding to make himself a snack. All this excitement of the Cell Games had made him forget about food. Also, his brooding over 18 ever since he got home had had his attention, and made him quite hungry. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out most of its contents.
"Just a small snack," Krillin said, grinning. "At least compared to how much those Saiyans eat."
He sat down at the table with his food and started eating, completely oblivious to the person who had just landed outside on the beach. Unaware that he was about to have one of the biggest shocks of his life come walking through the front door in about three seconds time.
The door slammed.
"Who is it?" Krillin shouted from the kitchen. There was no reply. "Hello?" Still no response. Master Roshi and the others had gone off for a spur-of- the-moment holiday. He had said something about not appreciating something until you lost it, and then flew off. No one else had any reason to visit. Besides, he couldn't sense anyone there. Maybe it was just the wind. He had left the door open, after all. "I suppose I'd better shut it," he said to himself. "I don't want it banging all the way through my meal."
He got up and went through into the living room, where he closed the door.
"There's one problem solved," he said as he turned around. "The only problem now is AAAHH!"
