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Note-Just to clear up any misunderstandings in the future, Mirai Trunks coming to the past changed a lot of things. One of them was the timing of Marron's birth. In the past, she was born the same year Chibi Trunks was, but in the future, she's born the year after Mirai Trunks was. You'll need this is future chapters.

Semi-Cyborg Krillin

18 touched down in front of Dr. Gero's destroyed lab. A pile of debris blocked the entrance. 18 flicked a ki ball at it absentmindedly and walked in.

Gingerly, she deposited Krillin on a table. After a search, she found the closet where Dr. Gero hid his tools. She brought them out and put them at the bottom of the table. Then she started to feel really stupid.

"I just realized," she said out loud, "that I have no idea how to use these."

After another search, she realized that she didn't need to do anything. Dr. Gero's droids, however, could.

"I'm surprised these weren't destroyed," 18 said dryly as she opened the closet where Dr. Gero had stored his droids. After scanning the room, she found the controller. Turning the droids on, she let them get to work without any need of her help.

She came out of the back room two hours later, changed from the bloodied clothes she'd worn when she'd carried Krillin into the lab. Instead of her usual ripped-up jeans-skirt, black stockings, and black-and-white striped shirt, she'd put on blue jeans, a white shirt, with a black blouse over it.

She saw, with relief, that the blood was gone. She absolutely hated blood. That's why her killings always totally disintegrated the victim without a trace left. Not that she killed that much. Blowing up buildings was her specialty. (A/N: 18 isn't as ruthless as 17 is/was, so I'm trying to point that out, okay?)

She went over to a tall tube and opened up its hatch wide. She gently picked up Krillin from the table and deposited him in the tube, the metal wires within it suspending him in mid-air. She put a mask over his was and shut the hatch. Pressing a red button on the container, she watched as blue liquid filled up the tube.

"I'll be back tomorrow," she promised. With that said, she went out the door and blasted off.

'So, now Krillin is a cyborg,' she thought as she flew. 'Or at least, half a one.'

Back in the lab, Krillin slowly opened his eyes. He peered through the blue liquid and the foggy glass. He could tell that his wasn't at the battlegrounds, or back home at Kame House.

'Where am I?' he thought. He forced himself to remember, to think back to just a few hours ago.

~FLASHBACK~

"I don't answer that many question, especially from my enemies."

"I'll be back tomorrow."

~END FLASHBACK~

'18 did this?' he thought, looking down to see that his leg had been repaired, and, from his guess, this was some kind of rejuvenation tank. '18…saved my life?'

"So, that's how it all started?" Bulma asked back in the past.

"Yes," M. Marron said. "Even then, my mother could tell that Krillin had something she needed. Something she, or anybody for that matter, couldn't live without."

M. Marron tilted her head back on the couch she was sitting on and looked up at the ceiling. "Love."

Well, that's Ch. 7! Romance will start to bloom soon, and 18's history will come to light.

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