CHAPTER 3
SUMMER HOLIDAY
"Krillin, I don't understand how you can enjoy this. It's so boring. There's nothing here!" 18 looked at Krillin with an annoyed expression on her delicate features. She was easily bored, but he Knew that she would enjoy herself if she just gave the place a chance. "Come on 18, it's not that bad. Maybe if you give it a chance…?" She cut him off with an angry glare. He hated it when she did that, even though she did look pretty. "Look, if things don't get exciting soon…" She didn't need to end the threat; he knew what she was going to say. He leant towards her and took her hand in his. "18, you know that I love you, and that I would do anything for you…" She looked away from him, embarrassed. "Please 18, just give it a day. One day! If you still want to go, then…" She looked at him silently, searching his face for something. She must have found it, because she sighed and looked away. "At least it's quiet here." Her eyes wandered across the lake by which they sat, to the thick woods beyond. They sat there for a while, just holding hands, before she stood and turned to face him. "Come on Krillin," she said, with a half smile "I'll race you to the campsite."
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"Wow Chichi, look at all this food! You sure you cooked enough?" Bulma looked at the heavily laden table in astonishment. Surely there's enough food here to feed everyone, even Goku, Vegeta and Gohan! "Oh, you know…" Chichi started, but stopped suddenly when she saw 18 and Krillin land nearby. Krillin strode over, 18 following him closely. "Hey Krillin! How's it going?" Bulma watched 18 closely as they stopped nearby. "Ah, well, you know…" Krillin seemed embarrassed, one hand scrubbing through his short black hair. "Oh, hello 18, how are you?" Bulma asked, trying to put away her prejudice towards the android who had once terrorized the world. Taken aback, 18 neglected to answer, instead turning her attention to the table of food. Mmmm, it smells so good, she thought as the others watched her with apprehension. Aloud she snorted and turned her back on the women. "Gee 18, why don't you stay and talk to Bulma and Chichi for a while? I'm sure they could use your help…" Krillin started, but cut off at the angry looks directed at him from Bulma and Chi Chi's direction. 18 spun to look at the two women, one in a tank top and shorts, the other sporting a long dress and bun. "I'd rather stay with you Krillin, but if you think it'll be fun…" she replied, watching her man as he stared at her in shock. " You'd rather stay… with me…?" he asked her incredulously, eyes wide and jaw slack. Bulma and Chichi were about to encourage her to go, when Vegeta landed near the table, staring longingly at the food it held. Bulma frowned at him, then looked at 18 who was watching her with obvious fascination. "Maybe you could help…" Bulma said, walking over to 18, taking her arm and leading her towards the table. "It seems we need someone to guard the food, and you may be just the person we're looking for!" With that 18 smiled and waved Krillin off. "There's nothing I'd like better than to beat that husband of yours into a pulp!" she beamed, heading for the table.
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"HEY, PICCOLO! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" Gohan, miles ahead of his green mentor, soared through the open sky. This is the way it's meant to be, thought the blur of green, commonly known as Piccolo. The kid and I, everyone enjoying the peace that he brought. The thrill of the chase. Grinning wickedly – he'd never overcame that habit! – he let his mind open to the world, allowing him to feel the presence of life and peace that the planet and all in it felt in the destruction of the evil being, Cell. He often dreamt of the times that he and Gohan had spent together in the wilderness, of how hard he'd tried to fight off the feelings that had grown between him and the child of his archenemy. How life changes. And I thought I was immune to such sentimental rubbish! Hah! A small part in his mind, a part that would never truly belong to him, laughed also. That part which was Kami. Ah, the peace, the joy. Piccolo frowned, he hadn't been able to stop Kami from taking over his thoughts at times. It was getting easier to ignore him, true, yet it felt strange to have another person living in your thoughts. "What the…?" he mumbled as Gohan suddenly appeared in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey Piccolo, what ya frowning for?" he asked in his childish singsong voice, so like Goku's when he was younger. Piccolo shared a half-smile with the young boy before him, reached out and gruffly tossed Gohan's short hair, then turned about face and flew off towards the flaring Kis that he felt spike up suddenly. "Hey, that's my dad and Vegeta! Do you think they're fighting?" Shaking his head, Piccolo increased his speed. Gohan sighed and matched his mentor's speed, easily keeping up. This kid's gonna be the death of me… I just know it. A rare smile had lit Piccolo's usually severe features. That's my boy!
* * *
The small shuttle streaked across the dark-side of the moon, shedding a stream of light in its wake. The sleeping passenger murmured in her sleep.
We approach to planet Earth shortly. Time to awaken has come…
Brown eyes opened slowly to take in the full view of the beautiful green and blue bauble before her. Soon. Soon all would be as it should have been. Soon all would be well.
SUMMER HOLIDAY
"Krillin, I don't understand how you can enjoy this. It's so boring. There's nothing here!" 18 looked at Krillin with an annoyed expression on her delicate features. She was easily bored, but he Knew that she would enjoy herself if she just gave the place a chance. "Come on 18, it's not that bad. Maybe if you give it a chance…?" She cut him off with an angry glare. He hated it when she did that, even though she did look pretty. "Look, if things don't get exciting soon…" She didn't need to end the threat; he knew what she was going to say. He leant towards her and took her hand in his. "18, you know that I love you, and that I would do anything for you…" She looked away from him, embarrassed. "Please 18, just give it a day. One day! If you still want to go, then…" She looked at him silently, searching his face for something. She must have found it, because she sighed and looked away. "At least it's quiet here." Her eyes wandered across the lake by which they sat, to the thick woods beyond. They sat there for a while, just holding hands, before she stood and turned to face him. "Come on Krillin," she said, with a half smile "I'll race you to the campsite."
***
"Wow Chichi, look at all this food! You sure you cooked enough?" Bulma looked at the heavily laden table in astonishment. Surely there's enough food here to feed everyone, even Goku, Vegeta and Gohan! "Oh, you know…" Chichi started, but stopped suddenly when she saw 18 and Krillin land nearby. Krillin strode over, 18 following him closely. "Hey Krillin! How's it going?" Bulma watched 18 closely as they stopped nearby. "Ah, well, you know…" Krillin seemed embarrassed, one hand scrubbing through his short black hair. "Oh, hello 18, how are you?" Bulma asked, trying to put away her prejudice towards the android who had once terrorized the world. Taken aback, 18 neglected to answer, instead turning her attention to the table of food. Mmmm, it smells so good, she thought as the others watched her with apprehension. Aloud she snorted and turned her back on the women. "Gee 18, why don't you stay and talk to Bulma and Chichi for a while? I'm sure they could use your help…" Krillin started, but cut off at the angry looks directed at him from Bulma and Chi Chi's direction. 18 spun to look at the two women, one in a tank top and shorts, the other sporting a long dress and bun. "I'd rather stay with you Krillin, but if you think it'll be fun…" she replied, watching her man as he stared at her in shock. " You'd rather stay… with me…?" he asked her incredulously, eyes wide and jaw slack. Bulma and Chichi were about to encourage her to go, when Vegeta landed near the table, staring longingly at the food it held. Bulma frowned at him, then looked at 18 who was watching her with obvious fascination. "Maybe you could help…" Bulma said, walking over to 18, taking her arm and leading her towards the table. "It seems we need someone to guard the food, and you may be just the person we're looking for!" With that 18 smiled and waved Krillin off. "There's nothing I'd like better than to beat that husband of yours into a pulp!" she beamed, heading for the table.
* * *
"HEY, PICCOLO! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" Gohan, miles ahead of his green mentor, soared through the open sky. This is the way it's meant to be, thought the blur of green, commonly known as Piccolo. The kid and I, everyone enjoying the peace that he brought. The thrill of the chase. Grinning wickedly – he'd never overcame that habit! – he let his mind open to the world, allowing him to feel the presence of life and peace that the planet and all in it felt in the destruction of the evil being, Cell. He often dreamt of the times that he and Gohan had spent together in the wilderness, of how hard he'd tried to fight off the feelings that had grown between him and the child of his archenemy. How life changes. And I thought I was immune to such sentimental rubbish! Hah! A small part in his mind, a part that would never truly belong to him, laughed also. That part which was Kami. Ah, the peace, the joy. Piccolo frowned, he hadn't been able to stop Kami from taking over his thoughts at times. It was getting easier to ignore him, true, yet it felt strange to have another person living in your thoughts. "What the…?" he mumbled as Gohan suddenly appeared in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey Piccolo, what ya frowning for?" he asked in his childish singsong voice, so like Goku's when he was younger. Piccolo shared a half-smile with the young boy before him, reached out and gruffly tossed Gohan's short hair, then turned about face and flew off towards the flaring Kis that he felt spike up suddenly. "Hey, that's my dad and Vegeta! Do you think they're fighting?" Shaking his head, Piccolo increased his speed. Gohan sighed and matched his mentor's speed, easily keeping up. This kid's gonna be the death of me… I just know it. A rare smile had lit Piccolo's usually severe features. That's my boy!
* * *
The small shuttle streaked across the dark-side of the moon, shedding a stream of light in its wake. The sleeping passenger murmured in her sleep.
We approach to planet Earth shortly. Time to awaken has come…
Brown eyes opened slowly to take in the full view of the beautiful green and blue bauble before her. Soon. Soon all would be as it should have been. Soon all would be well.