Disclaimer; Yes alright, I admit it, I own Dragonball Z........NOT! I bet I had you tricked though didn't I
A/N; I'm sorry this chapter took so long, but in my defence, it is 10 pages long in word, so it took a while. And I happen to like this chapter, it's filled with emotion and I really like the way it came out. So enjoy. ~D.D
And Then You'll Know
Chapter 15
'Beep beep beep beep' came the monotonous, droning sound of a high pitched alarm clock. The owner of the pre mentioned clock rolled over and groaned, trying to drown out the annoying sound by pulling a pillow over their head.
It was far too early to face the world.
Reaching out a muscled arm, they felt around the top of the alarm clock for the most used button of them all.
Sleep.
Vegeta-sei could do without him for another 6 minutes.
Unfortunately for Vegeta, 6 minutes seemed to fly by, and before he knew it, that bloody alarm was beeping again. Was he to have no peace? This time he sat up, rubbed sleepily at his eyes.... and fell back against the pillow.
'6 more minutes' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and let himself to be once again taken to the land of nod.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew something wasn't right. Sitting up, he noticed that it was no longer dark outside, though not much light could get into his room through the extremely dark, heavy curtains, some was sneaking in around the edges.
His next indication that he over slept was the fact that it was no longer quiet in the halls. Phones were ringing, people were talking, shouting, laughing. Shoes were clicking on the polished wooden floorboards. It was all happening out there.
Finally Vegeta dared to look across at his clock, and he groaned in frustration when he saw the time.
10.06.
"Fuck" he mumbled as he pulled himself out of the huge bed. He must have hit off instead of snooze. The King would be pissed, say nothing about the wrath of his sister.
Quickly pulling on a pair of sleeveless blue spandex and his boots he headed for the royal family's dining room.
***
Chi-chi sat in the big, high backed mahogany chair, on the soft red cushion. Her back was leaning against one arm-rest, and her legs were dangling over the other. She was gonna kill Vegeta, they had been sitting here for 2 hours and 16 minutes waiting for him.
"Papa can't we just eat" she begged, using her sweetest tone of voice to win him over.
All the way at the head of the table, in a chair grander than all the rest, the King shook his head. He to was extremely hungry, but it was one of the top most rules of his family, that they all eat breakfast together, no matter what. After all who knew what might happen during the course of the day that could prevent him from seeing his 3 children again.
"I'm sorry Chi-chi, but we will wait"
Krillen sighed and twiddled his thumbs, he was so board, not to mention hungry, he hadn't eaten the night before since he'd been with 18 he'd missed the evening meal. Casting his eyes around the room they came to rest on the 3 women standing in the corner of the room waiting to serve.
They looked uncomfortable under his gaze, but he gave them a small, warm smile and they seemed to realise he was ok.
"Father" Krillen began.
"Shut up!" snapped Chi-chi, her voice venomous.
Krillen's eyes grew wide in shock, what had he done that time. He did not understand her at all, but he chose to ignore her for now.
"Father", he tried again "Perhaps we should send someone to fetch Vegeta?" he suggested
The King was just about to reply, when the big doors were pushed open and Vegeta strolled through, not seeming to care how late he was.
"Just where in the hell were you?" demanded Chi-chi as she leaped out her chair and stalked over to him, her long black hair swaying behind her.
"Overslept" came Vegeta's curt reply as he took his usual seat at the other end of the table.
"Father, please excuse my tardiness" he apologised. The King gave him a nod as his only indication of reply.
Finally after 2 hours and 20 minutes of waiting, breakfast was finally being served.
***
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but is this the colour you desired?" asked a man in a blue suit
"Yes almost," she replied, "Could you make it a few shades darker by any chance?"
"Of course" said the man and he turned and disappeared around the corner.
"Kakkarot, Turles" called out Neha. Kakkarot poked his head up from behind a dusty chest that had been dragged down from the attic and Turles walk in from the adjoining room. "Yes" they both asked in unison. Neha laughed at her two youngest boys, they were almost exactly alike, and most of the time they got on well, now was one of those times.
"Do you think you could go through that chest and see if you can find the box that has your grandmothers pearls in it?" she asked
"I bet I'll find it first" shouted Kakkarot cheerfully and he began to dig through the chest, Turles rushed over and joined him. Neha shook her head, they acted like 10 year olds, no one would guess that they were 24.
"Neha!" called a big deep voice from the main entrance to the Son Manner. Neha spun and looked in that direction, only to see her husband come prancing into the ballroom holding a hugely oversized bunch of flowers. She looked at him in confusion wondering where in the hell he got those from and just what he was planning to do with them
"Ah, there you are" said Bardok as he greeted his wife, then he planted a big kiss on her cheek, "These are for you".
"Thank-you" said Neha in utter amazement, just exactly where would she put these?
"So," began Bardok as he rubbed his huge hands together, "What are we all doing in here?"
"We are deciding on a colour scheme for the ball next week. I was thinking soft pinks or blues and white. Or maybe a very dark red. What do you think?"
"Not pink!" called Kakkarot from the floor
Bardok looked down at him and smiled. "Well I think it depends on the mood you want. If you want it to be relaxed and fun, then blue and white. If you want a more formal ball, then red" he replied
Neha thought it over for a minute or two, before she replied. "I think blue and white would be best, less evening gowns are likely to clash"
"I think that's a wise decision. If you need any more of my expert advise, I'll be upstairs taking a shower" said Bardok and he headed off up the stairs.
***
Prince Krillen,
You are cordially invited to attend the 4th annual Son Ball.
This grand event will be held on the 6th of May at the Son Manner. The time of commencement will be 8 0'Clock.
Please feel free to bring a female partner with you
It is hoped you will attend
Yours sincerely,
Bardok and Neha Son
Krillen looked down the invitation and sighed, this was the fourth time he had been invited to the Son's ball, and it would most probably be the fourth time he wouldn't go. Why would he want to go and sit around all night, in a stuffy suit, in some body else's home, watching other people have fun? Balls were something you only went to if you had a date, and Krillen didn't have a date.
Unless.....
No, 18 wouldn't want to go, would she? No, she would not. Balls were not something she would like to do, he knew that for a fact. But maybe, just maybe? Well it couldn't hurt to ask. Could it?
Pushing his chair back and jumping up he growled, this was all to confusing. Why did his life have to be so miserable?
***
"Nappa, can you hold all my calls until I get back?" asked the King, though it really wasn't really a question. Anything the King wanted, the King got.
"Of course sir, but may I ask where you are going?"
"I am going to see my son, we have something we need to discuss" replied the King and walked out of the throne room. Leaving Nappa in charge of the phones.
He arrived at the training complex and stoped outside the door, he knew his son was in there, training hard for something that may never happen. But that was the Sayian way, they couldn't help themselves, they loved fighting and anything involved with it. His race prided themselves on their ability to control others with their power have whole races tremble at the mention of their name.
There was only one they couldn't control. One stopping them from being the best in the universe.
But if all went to plan, he wouldn't be around for much longer. Then the Sayians would finally realise their full potential.
The King smirked and walked into the training room's foyer. It was empty, and so quiet. His shoes tapped on the cold floor as he made his way to the other side of the room, only two of the doors were shut and locked, so his son had to be in one of them. Looking into the closest room, he saw his son, but not the one he was searching for, Krillen was training in that one, and looking at the panel on the door, he was training at a surprisingly intense gravity.
Moving on, the King approached the next door, and yes, his other son was inside. He looked down, curiously wondering which of his two boys was having a harder work out. What he saw surprised him. Krillen was training at 310 times normal gravity. Vegeta was only training at 295. He didn't realise Krillen was that strong.
He stood there for a few minutes watching Vegeta train through the little window. Ever since the scientist daughter had had her accident, a lot of improvements had been made to the G.R's. Like windows, and a button to turn off the room from the outside, which was exactly what the King pressed
"Gravity simulation terminated, gravity returning to normal" spoke the robotic female voice
"What the hell?" muttered Vegeta to himself as he floated to the ground, the ki ball that was in his palm vanished.
He pulled open the door, about to abuse the hell out of the idiot who had interrupted his training, only to see it was the one person on the entire planet that more authority than him. Dammit.
"Father" he panted from lack of breath. "What can I do for you?" he asked as he stepped past his father and headed towards the vending machine for a bottle of water.
"I need to talk to you son"
"Well, talk away" said Vegeta as he sat down. The King did the same.
"Queen Kahlia, of planet Bindoon has been in contact with me over the last few days, she seems to have devised a plan that could put an end to Frieza and his tirade forever." He said, as he rubbed his beard, then moved his hand to scratch the back of his head. It was an instant indication to Vegeta that his father was nervous about something.
"Yes," said Vegeta as if waiting for his father to say something more, but he didn't, so he asked, "What has this got to do with me?"
"Well," began the King "you and your brother would have to travel to planet Namek" he said.
Vegeta's eyes grew wide, Namek was a far distant planet, it would take weeks to get there.
"Why are you just talking to me then father, shouldn't Krillen be here to?" he asked, loathing the fact that his brother would be involved in this as well.
"I want to speak to you both separately first" was the reply the King gave after a few minutes of quiet thought.
"What are the odds we would actually bring down Frieza's entire empire?" Vegeta asked sceptically.
The King sighed and cast his glance down to the floor, "about 50 per cent" he said.
Vegeta double blinked, he was going to travel almost all the way to the other side of the universe, to come face to face with the one thing that gave him nightmares, with only half a chance that it wouldn't be a wast of his time.
"Well I suppose I don't really have a choice do I? I can't let the opportunity to kill Frieza pass me by. Ok, I suppose I'll do it" he said un-enthusiastically.
"You know, if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you and Krillen into going. I know how you both feel about him" said the King, resting a hand on his eldest sons shoulder.
Vegeta shrugged off the hand and stood up, "I said I'll do it" he snapped, then disappeared back into the G.R.
***
It was a cold, windy all around dreary morning on Vegeta-sei, and it suited the population of the planet just fine.
Today was not a day to be happy, and happy weather often produced happy people. It was June 6th, a public holiday on Vegeta-sei. But it was not a holiday for celebrating, it was a day of planetary mourning.
On this day, exactly 8 years ago, Frieza and his army had come, and in one day, they wiped out more than two thirds of the planets' people. Millions of innocent Sayians died, and many hundreds of thousands more were injured. There was probably not one surviving Sayian that had not lost someone they loved.
It had been catastrophic, aside from the death toll, the financial market crashed, any tourism that the planet had had was lost and pretty much everything that Vegeta-sei had exported around the galaxy was destroyed.
But they had come through, the Sayians rebuilt their cites, and the planet was repopulating itself, thought many of the Sayians were still young, one day Vegeta-sei would thrive again. Exportation was doing as well as ever and the stock market was booming. The Sayian allegiance was still going strong, it was probably one of the biggest inter-planetary treaty's in existence.
Yes, Frieza's doings had crippled them, but not destroyed them, they were a warrior race and nothing would bring them down.
But today was a day to remember those who were lost. Religious services were held in honour of the deceased, schools, banks and all shops were closed. In other words, everything stopped. Whether it was inside the palace walls or not.
He knew what today was, how could he forget, it was easily the most important day on the Sayian calendar.
It was still dark outside and cold too. But he wasn't as reluctant to pull himself out from the thick covers as he usually was.
Krillen sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his hands through his sleep-tousled hair, throwing a glance at the clock, he groaned and rolled his eyes. It wasn't even 6am yet. Standing up, he stretched his arms up to the distant ceiling. Why was he so short? Neither of his parents had been short, yet both himself and his brother were not tall.
Bringing his arms down, he grabbed hold of his tail and began to rub his hand up and down the fluffy appendage to wake it up, after sleeping on it all night it had gone numb. Next he went over to his huge cupboard and pulled out a pair of dressy black slacks, a white shirt, black tie and black jacket. Then he laid them out on the bed and headed into his bathroom for a shower.
This was not going to be an easy day for him. It never was, it usually ended in tears, and today would be no different.
***
Chi-chi sat in the car and started blankly out the window at the scenery rolling by. She didn't like going to memorial services, to many painfully memories for her to handle. She averted her eyes away from the window and to the other side of the car. Vegeta was sitting beside the other window, looking just as glum as her, though he was trying to hide it. Chi-chi knew her big brother to well. They had always been close despite the 5-year age gap and she could tell he was hurting more than he was letting show.
She briefly stopped to glace at Krillen, who was sitting opposite Vegeta, he looked like he was about to be sick, which was how she felt. The last person she looked at was he father, and he looked the worst out of them all. His eyes were red, his tail was bushy. His tie had not been done up properly. He was a mess
"Come here papa" she said quietly as she leaned forward and tugged at her father's tie. With little effort, she had untied it and retied it like a pro. "There you go" she said once she had finished.
"Thanks" said the King as he leaned back against the soft leather seat of the limo
About 5 minutes later, the expensive black car pulled to a stop and Chi-chi once again looked out the window, glad that people couldn't see in. They were at a big expensive church, where the morning memorial service would be held. She could see many people all walking up the short hill and disappearing inside.
"Well shall we go then?" the King asked this 3 children as the door was opened from the outside. The 3 young adults all nodded and followed the King out the car and up the hill.
Krillen looked around in awe, he came here every year, and every year it amazed him. The church was a huge cathedral. Every step you took echoed in the quiet room. They came to a stop just inside the door and the King spoke the one of the ushers and he lead them right to the very front of the extremely full church. To a pew that was reserved just for them. They all sat down, each of them feeling uncomfortable, and each of them hating every second of it.
***
18 sat in her bed, legs crossed, blanket pulled right up to her neck. For them, it was like having the morning off. Everyone in the palace had gone off to attend the morning services, and of course, no one had remembered about the slaves. So they were all sitting around, doing nothing, which was something they hadn't done in years.
Nison strolled casually into the room then, and he sat himself down on the end of 18's bed.
"Morning" he whispered as to not wake up 17 and Tarie.
"Morning" she whispered back.
"So, where's your prince?" asked Nison, he really didn't get along with Krillen, he liked 18 too, and the way he saw it, Krillen was invading on his territory.
18 raised an eyebrow at Nison, why did he say it like that? "He's at the memorial service," she said "I assume he'll stop by later though. He always does" she had to smirk when she saw the look on Nison's face. He did not look impressed with her answer.
But she was right, if Krillen didn't see her while she was working during the day, he would almost always stop by after nightfall to see her. There friendship was getting more and more important to both of them, 18 couldn't speak for Krillen, but for her, seeing him was the highlight of her day, it was her main motivation to go upstairs each morning and work for that bitch of a mistress Chi-chi.
All of a sudden a low moaning sound came from the next bed, both 18 and Nison looked across to find out what the hell it was, to see it was only 17. He rolled over and stretched him arms out in front of him.
"Hey sis, Nison" he mumbled
"Hi" they both replied in unison, then they looked at each other and laughed.
***
She knew he was sitting right behind her, and all she wanted to do was turn around and say hi. But it would have to wait. The priest was just concluding his sermon, then they would be free to go. Of course they wouldn't get any farther than the grassy slope outside the church before the King would have to stop and mingle with his people.
"And that concluded today's service. I pray that you all have a safe trip home and that your loved ones are watching over" Chi-chi tuned back in just to hear the final quote. Slowly people started to file out the church into the cold morning.
As soon as she was outside and had buttoned up her jacket, she began to search for Kakkarot, he found her first though, and practically plowed through the crowd to get to her.
"Hi Chi" he said, fog coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Hi," she greeted "how are you?"
"I've been better," he replied honestly "I've never really liked this day much"
"Same here" agreed Chi-chi, she could feel her crown slipping off the top of her head, and she reached up to fix it, but Kakkarot beat her to it. "Thank-you" she said as she shoved her hands back into the pockets of her jacket.
"So I was wondering" began Kakkarot but then he stopped, hesitating.
"Yes, go on" urged Chi-chi, already have a clue of what he was wondering
"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to my parents ball next week?" he asked, speaking rather fast.
"I would be honoured to attend with you Kakkarot" said Chi-chi with a smile, then she reached up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to go bright red.
***
Everyone was awake now, talking or wandering around board. 18 still sat in the same spot on her bed, Tarie was sitting opposite her on the bed she shared with 17.
"You know what?" asked 18 out of no where.
Tarie looked up and smiled at 18 "what?" she asked.
"I think I'm going to go upstairs and do some work" replied 18.
Tarie raised an eyebrow at her friend, "Why?" she asked.
"Well think about it," began 18 "I'm freezing my ass off down here, and if I get most of my work done while Chi-chi is not here to hit me, then I can work quicker and maybe have some time off this afternoon"
"You know, that's not such a bad idea" agreed Tarie, who didn't work for a master or mistress like 18 did, she just worked where she was told, a lot of the time she worked on general cleaning duties or in the garden. 18 sometimes did that kind of thing to, if she managed to finish all of Chi-chi's jobs, more often than not, someone else would have something for her to do.
"Do you want some help?" asked Tarie, who was also bored
"What?" asked 18 "You want to help?"
"Sure," Tarie shrugged, "Why not"
"Ok then" said 18 as she got out of the warm bed and pulled on her dirty tattered skirt. She went to find 17 while Tarie got ready. She found him talking with Nison, his best friend.
"17" She called as she walked across the room. He looked up and waved at her.
"Tarie and I are going upstairs for a while ok" she informed him
17 nodded his head "Ok" he said.
***
Tarie whistled in amazement as 18 pushed open the door to Chi-chi's room "It's not that amazing" stated 18 flatly.
"Are you kidding!?" asked Tarie in awe, "It's huge, and warm, and it smells nice, and oh my god, she has a shower in here!"
18 shook her head in disbelief. Then she headed over to the desk where Chi-chi kept 18's list of jobs, sure enough there was one there for today.
"Alright Tarie, first up we have some laundry to do, or you could get started on that while I tidy up in here, then I'll come join you" 18 suggested.
"Laundry" Tarie sulked "Can't I tidy?"
"No, I know exactly how Chi-chi likes it, it won't take long"
Tarie stuck out her lower lip in a pout, before she smiled at 18 and picked up the big basket of dirty clothing. 18 watched her go, totally confused. That girl was a strange one, she was about 5 months older than the twins, but she didn't act like it. She was always trying to turn everything into a game, 18 though that maybe it was so she could try and escape the fact that it wasn't a game, it was reality – a living hell that she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.
Letting a long sigh pass her soft lips, 18 did a quick scan of the room, it was relatively clean, only the bed needed to be made and the rather large bathroom that adjoined the room was in need of a scrub. But before she did that, 18 walked over to the huge window and pulled open the curtains letting in the small amount of sunlight that was poking out from under the clouds. She opened the window a little and deeply inhaled all the fresh air.
It was going to rain.
She could smell it in the air, it wouldn't be long until the sky opened and drenched the entire planet.
Quickly 18 set to work and it wasn't long until she joined Tarie in the laundry room. Well in actual fact, it was just a room with a big long row of sink with wash boards in them, and the taps weren't connected to a hot water service. So you had to do all the laundry in icy cold water, and to get the bigger items in you would have to at least be up to your elbows in it.
***
18 was right, she had worked hard, and only two hours after they had started 18 and Tarie had finished. Now 18 was the only place she wanted to be, she was surprised 17 wasn't here, maybe he had already stoped by or maybe he was planning to stop by later.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she kneeled on the soft, wet ground in front of Astrid's grave and she quickly wiped it away, she had always been taught that tears were a sign of weakness, and that weakness should never be revealed to anyone.
She wasn't weak, and she wouldn't have anyone thinking otherwise.
"Astrid, it's me 18" she said slowly, she paused, as if waiting for some sort of reply or indication that Astrid had heard her, but when none came, she continued to talk.
"I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you for so long, but I've been busy, and then I got really sick, I'm still not well, and Krillen tells me to stay inside, but I had to see you today. You know what today is don't you?" she asked. "Of course you do" she said after a few minutes.
After that 18 was quiet for a long time, she ran her hand over the smooth, still relatively new tombstone, and when the tears started to leak again, she didn't try to stop them, so be it if someone thought she was weak.
"I thought I might find you here".
18's head snapped up and she saw Krillen, "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I thought, today being the day it is and all, you might not want to be alone" he replied as he knelled down next to her, getting the knees of his suit all muddy. He reached out and wiped the tears off 18's cheeks with his thumb, smiling warmly at her as he did. "It's ok" he said, seemingly reading her mind.
"What's this?" asked 18 as she reached out and plucked Krillen's crown off his head and placed it own her own, but it was to big, and it slipped unevenly covering one of her eyes. Krillen had to laugh, but he made no attempt to take it from her.
"Thank-you" said 18 after some time.
"Anytime" replied Krillen knowing exactly what she was talking about.
A short while later both Krillen and 18 had moved, now they were in front of a big shiny tombstone, it belong to that of Queen Lumie.
"Tell me about you're mother Krillen? I don't remember mine very well" asked 18 as she read over the inscription on the tomb.
Krillen took a deep breath "My mother was one of the beautiful people I've ever known, on the inside and on the out. She was nothing like Vegeta or Chi-chi or even my father," he spoke with such love in her voice that 18 knew she must have been an amazing woman. "She was never to busy for me, the Prince that didn't fit in anywhere, she made me feel like I actually mattered to someone, that I ment something"
"You matter to me" 18 interrupted him. He looked up at her, his eyes shiny with tears that were waiting to fall, he smiled kindly at her, and continued to talk "Everybody loved my mother. Everybody" his voice cracked and a loud sob escaped his throat, then the tears exploded down his cheeks, he turned away from 18 and cried.
"It's ok" 18 mimicked his words from earlier and she placed a hand on his shoulder, she could feel him shaking.
"Frieza had no right to take her!" his voice grew louder as he spoke, but he quickly lost it again. "I saw it 18, I saw it all" he whimpered.
"What? What did you see?" she asked him, she wanted to help him but she didn't know how, never had she had to deal with emotions, not once.
"I saw him kill her. I was only 11, but I'll never forget it. It still haunts and plagues my dreams at night. Until I met you, I hadn't had a single happy dream in years"
18 double blinked, what had he just said, a small smile touched her lips, thought today was no day to be smiling. But the smile faded when Krillen began to speak again, his tail curling and uncurling as he went.
"I was hiding from him, from Frieza, under a chair. I never have been very brave. And then, out of nowhere, I heard the most high pitched scream of my life and then my mother burst right into the very room I was hiding in, and then I saw Frieza, and to this day, I have never seen a more horrible sight than him." Krillen sobbed as he spoke, and he stopped periodically just so he could breath properly.
"And my mother was screaming, begging him to stop, to leave the innocent villagers alone, she tried everything to make him stop, but he wouldn't. And then I remember his exact words, he said 'Lumie, dear, beautiful Queen Lumie, I'm afraid it's time for you to meet your demise'. And I was so scared, and then the next thing I knew, my mother was on the ground, blood pouring out of the big whole in her chest".
"I'm sorry Krillen, you don't have to go on" said 18, she could feel the water building up in the corners of her eyes.
But Krillen ignored her, he just kept right on talking, and 18 wondered if he even realised that she was still there. "I raced out from my hiding spot, amazed I was still alive, and straight to my mother. But it was too late, she was gone and her body was already getting cold. It hurt so bad." Krillen stoped and looked up at her then, his eyes red and puffy from tears. "I've never told anyone what I saw that day, you're the first person I've ever trusted enough to tell"
18 was shocked, she looked down at her shaking hands, not knowing what to think of this whole situation or what to say to Krillen.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Krillen. I wish I knew what to say to help you, but I don't. Please don't hate me for it because I am trying, I'm just failing horribly, that's all" she said without looking up at him. Krillen smiled through his tears and took the crown off 18's head, then he tucked her hair behind her ears to reveal her beautiful blue eyes.
"I want to ask you something, you don't have to say yes if you don't want to, I'm only offering" he said.
18 nodded her head "Ok go ahead"
"The Son family, well every year they hold a ball, and it's on next week, I probably won't go unless I have someone to go with. And well I was wondering if maybe you would like to come with me?" he asked meekly.
"Come with you?" 18 repeated "I don't think so Krillen, I wouldn't fit in there, and I don't think I'm allowed outside the palace walls"
"So that's a no then"
"Don't think of it like that, it's just, well look at me, I can hardly go to a ball, I'm a mess. And besides I don't have a dress" she explained, trying to let him down as gently as possible.
"But what if I could get you a dress, then would you come?" Krillen asked, hope once again in his eyes
"Maybe, but what about all the other things you need to go to a ball, like a hairbrush and make up and a shower"
"I'll get all of it for you if you say you'll come. 18 there is no one I would rather go with than you, it would make me so happy"
"Krillen I would go with you, but I just don't think it's possible. Think about it Krillen, I'm sure you can find someone better than me to take. There are lots of women out there who are much worthier to be with you. And I wouldn't feel comfortable around that many people"
"18, you just sat and listened to my entire story, and you didn't laugh at me or make fun of me or tell me to shut up and piss off. You are special to me 18, you're my first real friend ever. Please, say you'll come to the ball with me. I'll get you everything you need, I promise, and the second you start to feel awkward or uncomfortable around them, I'll bring to straight home again. I promise"
18 sat quiet for a minute, in deep though, she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it well, she didn't do crowds, but how could she say no to him, and especially today, and when he had just confided in her what he had told no one else.
"Ok," she said, "If you can get all the stuff, I guess I'll come, but don't expect to much from me ok"
"Ok," said Krillen "Thank-you for doing this for me 18. You have no idea how much this means to me"
***
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