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*Author note*
I'm happy I got so many reviews for this story…it's one of my favorites…I have a picture to go with it but I'm having problems getting used to updating chapters and things so for awhile things are going to be a little hectic. Please be patient and I hope this works…Now, on to the story!
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Bra got up to take out the movie when #18 walked into the room. "What are you all doing?" She asked politely. "Just looking at some stuff we found." Marron answered. "Oh, so you found the costumes?" #18 asked. "No, but did you know in the attic is a whole trunk of stuff from you and daddy?" Marron asked. #18 had a small smile on her face. "Yes, I recall that." She said. "We were just watching the tape that you did of me." Marron said. "And we looked at some pictures of your wedding." Bra said. "And we found Krillin's journal." Trunks said. #18 nodded. "It's been awhile since I've looked at those things." #18 said thoughtfully. Marron smiled. "Come on mom, let's go see them." Marron smiled. "Well, sure." #18 followed the group up to the attic.
"Jeez, it has been awhile. Look at all the dust." #18 commented. She made it up and saw the open trunk sitting on the floor. She walked towards it and bent down. #18 smiled at all the memories. She found the pictures first and began flipping through them laughing every once in awhile at some forgotten moment. The others looked on in interest even though they had looked at them. #18 set the book aside and pulled out her wedding dress. "My kami this thing is old." #18 commented with a smile. "Did daddy like it?" Marron asked shyly. #18 began to laugh lightly. She nodded. "He said it was fitting." She said. #18 set the dress aside also and took out a book the group had missed somehow. "We didn't see that." Goten said. "What is it?" Bra asked. "It's just a scrap book I made of pictures and things." #18 said. The others sat down as she opened it.
On the first page was some string, a piece of cloth, some sand was glued on, and a picture. "What do all these things mean?" Marron asked. "This was the day you're father proposed." #18 began. "The cloth is a piece that I was wearing, the sand was from the beech outside. See the picture?" #18 held up the book so they could see. It was of Krillin sitting on the beech with a grin on his face in his swimming trunks. "What's the string for?" Trunks asked. "That was I think Krillin's idea. I don't really remember what it meant." #18 laughed. She turned the page and on it was some blond hair, and a large picture of Marron. "Marron's first haircut." #18 said smiling at her daughter. "What's going on up here?" A voice called from behind the group. "These guys found our old stuff that we packed away long ago." #18 said to her husband. Krillin walked over and sighed. "Been awhile huh? Look at all this stuff." Krillin said.
"It sure has." #18 said turning the page. The couple began to laugh. The page had a piece of glass, a 20 dollar bill and a picture of everyone at Capsule Corp. drinking and laughing. "Remember when Yamcha began the table dance and Chi-Chi and Bulma through their glass at him. Krillin laughed. "Yep. And then Vegeta began to throw everything at him. Bulma was not happy the next morning when her house was in shambles." Krillin sighed. #18 turned the page but again nothing was there. "I remember this day." #18 said. Everyone looked confused. "There's nothing there." Goten said. "Yeah, because I got bored with this scrapbook and I through it at Master Roshi." #18 smirked. "Was that the day we had to bring him to the hospital to get stitches?" Krillin asked amazed. #18 nodded.
"Looks like that's it." Krillin said leaving. He made it down the first step when he heard #18 reading something. "Dear Journal, Master Roshi bought me this book to write in all my thoughts lately…" #18 looked up at Krillin. His eyes were wide. "Where'd you get that? I thought I'd lost it." Krillin said. "It was with all the other things." #18 said. "Did you write about me?" #18 asked teasingly. "Maybe." Krillin said walking closer to take the book. "It can't be that embarassing." #18 said skipping ahead. She began to read the entry she flipped to. "Dear Journal, I did something pretty stupid. I was so blinded by anger talking to Master Roshi that I almost left to fight Cell. I just can't sit here anymore and wait. It's eating me alive. I can't sleep at night cause I'm dreaming of #18 and the fear in her eyes as she died…because of me…"
#18 looked up with a small smile. "I remember that." Krillin whispered. "I felt pretty bad about Goku dieing too…" Krillin said. "Yeah, but everyone thought it was their fault." #18 said. Krillin looked at her in confusion. "You thought because you didn't use the controller Goku died. Bulma didn't know you broke it so she probably thought it didn't work. Vegeta let cell absorb me." #18 began a little angry at the old thought. "Tien and Yamcha weren't strong enough. Trunks failed. #16 didn't have the bomb inside him. And Gohan's pride got to him. We all made mistakes that day. Even me. I didn't leave in time when Tien and Piccolo were helping. See? You weren't the only one to feel bad." #18 said. Krillin nodded. "I know that now but at the time…" Krillin began. "You beat yourself up." Master Roshi said from behind the group. "Wow. I only heard bits and pieces of the Cell Games." Trunks said. "Yeah, I just heard dad was a great fighter and sacrificed himself and Gohan beat him." Goten said. The other's nodded. "Guess it depends on who you talk too.