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A/N; Wow, I can't believe I got this chapter out so soon. I'm quite proud of myself, I think this was the second quickest update of the entire fic. Wow, can you believe this, I have been working on this story for over a year! It really doesn't seem like that long. I would also like to thank everyone for the over whelming response I got from the chat chapter, your dedication to this little story continues to overwhelm and flatter me.
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Ok to everyone…please enjoy this chapter, hopefully the next one will be up just as quickly as this one. ~D.B
And Then You'll Know Chapter 25"Right, you got everything?" 18 asked as she stretched her arms up towards the ceiling. Both 17 and Tarie raised an eyebrow, "we don't own anything" 17 replied.
18 rolled her eyes and shook her head. Flashing Tarie and her twin a bright smile she motioned for them to follow her, "Let's go then".
She led them out the slave quarters and all the way up the many levels of the palace until she got to the Royal family's living quarters. She stopped outside a long wide hall with wooden floors and all sorts of expensive furnishings and decorations adorning it.
"Now" she began "the entire families bedrooms are somewhere in this hall, and believe me, it's a long hall. You'll be staying in Krillen's room, the only bad thing about it, is that it's right next to Chi-chi's room so unless you want to be discovered I suggest you try to keep the noise level to a minimum"
18 led them a little further down the hall, until she stopped outside a plain door, which when opened would expose Krillens bedroom. She took the key off from around her neck and slid it into the lock, there was a quiet click then 18 pushed open the door and stepped inside.
17 looked around the room, which was covered in gifts of all shapes and sizes "who are those for?" he asked. 18 blushed and turned away from her brother "they're mine. From Krillen" she said.
"Well are you going to give us the grand tour or what?" asked Tarie as she grabbed hold of 17's hand and squeezed it in anticipation and excitement.
"Um ok," said 18 "well if you look over here you will see a nice big bed for you to sleep in and if you pull back these curtains, not only will a big window and beautiful view be revealed but you will also gain access to this grand balcony" 18 laughed as she gave her friends a stupid description of the room. "And if you follow me, the best surprise of all will be revealed" 18 walked towards the bathroom and pushed the door open with her foot "and you are free to use it when ever and how ever you please"
"18, you don't have to do this you know. I feel guilty taking this from you when it clearly means so much to you". 18 sat down on the bed and motioned for her twin to do the same.
"Your right, it does mean a lot to me, but you know what? Not having it doesn't really bother me. 17, you are my brother and you are so much more important to me than where I sleep. Besides, it won't be so bad down there, there's only a few weeks of winter left, and I've still got Nison to keep me company. Plus now I can steal the blanket off your bed and have it all to myself" she said with a laugh and 17 could tell she truly meant it
"Thank-you" he said and he enveloped 18 in a warm embrace and flashed her a smiled that he saved only for her
"Don't mention it"
***
She was dressed in pink, every bit of clothing that was covering her body – and that wasn't a lot, was pink. She knew how much it turned him on to see her in such a feminine colour, and she also knew that it would kill him to not be able to have her.
And that was Bulma's whole plan – to be dressed to kill.
She was wearing a soft leather mini skirt, which was pink of course, as well as a matching jacket that zipped all the way up the front, and she had left enough cleavage revealed to send any man insane. Her long blue hair was hanging loosely, and spilled down her back and over her shoulders. She had topped her outfit of with a pair of pink-heeled sandals.
Turning to face the mirrors that covered her wardrobe doors she admired her reflection, she looked good and she knew it. Bulma was torn away from her gloating by the sound of someone knocking on her bedroom door. She hit the pause button on her C.D player and called for the person to enter.
"Oh gosh, Bulma honey, are you really sure that you should be wearing something like that outside?" Bunny asked as she stepped into the room.
Bulma flashed her mother an innocent smile "it's fine mum, I know what I'm doing"
"Well at least put a jacket on, you'll have every man on the planet ogling you if you go out like that"
Bulma laughed and picked up her black doctors case "I swear mum, it's fine"
Bunny shook her head; sometimes it was just not worth arguing with that girl, she definitely had her father's stubbornness that was for sure.
"I'll be back later, ok mum" said Bulma, and with a quick peck on the cheek, she left the room
Looking at her watch as she strode down the hall, Bulma swore to herself quietly, she was already late, she was supposed to be on the other side of town at 10.30 and it was already quarter to 11.
***
King Vegeta looked out the window of his bedroom, which was grater than all the rest and let a depressed sigh escape his lips. Turning his gaze he looked at the bed, and at the messy unmade side he slept on, and then the perfectly made side that had been left empty for 8 years now.
The King new what was wrong, he was lonely; he was longing the physical contact he had been missing for so long. Sure, he could visit the harem whenever he wanted to, but it just wasn't the same, the girls there didn't even compare to the love he had once felt for his dear deceased wife Lumie.
But something was happening to the King, and he didn't like it – lately he had found himself thinking less about Lumie and more and more about another female he had recently spent a lot of time with and it scared him, because he didn't want to replace Lumie, he loved her, from the bottom of his heart he loved her. She had been his first love and he didn't want to replace her.
Wiping his brow he went and sat on his bed, letting his head sink into the soft fluffy pillow. He wondered how his boys were doing in space, how far they had made it, how long it would be until they got there and what would happen upon there arrival on Namek.
Before the King realized, 10 minutes passed, sitting up, he rubbed at his sleepy eyes and groaned. He plodded across his room to the big desk, on it was a soft velvet cushion and resting on top of that, his crown. He picked it up and placed it upon his spiky, flame swept hair, then he left for the throne room.
He had never felt any more miserable.
***
Stepping out of her highly overpriced vehicle, Bulma flipped her hair over her shoulder, picked up her bag, took a deep breath and began to walk down a path she hadn't walk for years but was still all to familiar to her. She stopped at the door to collect her thoughs. She was about to come face to face with a man who should rightfully be dead, a man who she had once loved and who had betrayed her, hurt her and left her for dead.
'Do I really want to do this?' Bulma thought to herself as she balled her hand into a fist so she could knock on the door. She quickly answered her own question. 'Of course I do, I've come to far to wuss out now'. Lifting up her shaking arm, she knocked on the door and took a few steps back. No less than a minute later a small woman with graying hair opened the door.
"You're late"
"At least I showed up". Bulma pushed past the old woman into the dim hall. The small house was in one of the lower class suburbs and was run down, dark and smelly. She could hear police sirens coming from a street somewhere behind her and people yelling in the house next door, it was a very gloomy place to live.
Bulma heard the door click shut and get locked behind her and a familiar sense of despair washed over her, now she was stuck in here, if things got bad would she be able to escape? Could she escape Yumcha again? Would she want to escape Yumcha again? He had sucked her into his dangerous lifestyle before and Bulma feared that he would be able to do it again.
"Where is he?" Bulma asked, then she blinked, the sound of her own voice had surprised her it was shaky and full of doubt. Cama picked up on it and smirked
"Follow me".
Bulma did as she was told and followed the older woman down the narrow hall, and through the small dirty kitchen. She stopped in front of a wooden door that had been left slightly ajar.
"He's in there, I'll be in the living room but I doubt you'll need me" she said and she disappeared out the same door she had come in. Bulma looked up at the door, an uneasy scowl settling on her pretty features, she reached up and gently tapped on the door. There was no reply or even an indication that someone was even on the other side of the door. Everything was quiet, well except for Bulma's heart beat pounding in her ears.
She pushed open the door a little further and poked her head inside. It was dark, but she could just make out a figure on the bed in the corner of the small room, he didn't appear to be moving.
Dead or just sleeping…?
'He better not be dead' Bulma though to herself as she carefully made her way through the mess on the floor to get to the bed, she had reserved the right to finish him off for herself.
"Yumcha" she hissed as she yanked open the blind letting sunlight stream in through the dirty window. No reply what so ever came from Yumcha. Bulma approached his bed and prodded him with her foot, "Yumcha, I know your not dead, get your lazy ass up right now" she demanded in a tone of voice that was anything but nice. This time she was rewarded with a groan and some slight movement, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy her.
"Open you damn eyes and sit up!" she shouted, not really caring who heard her, she had been waiting almost 4 years for her revenge and she was going to get it.
With a great amount of effort Yumcha managed to open his eyes, and with an even bigger effort he managed to push himself into a sitting position. It was only then that Bulma's mood changed from mad and fiery to sweet and kind. She bent down to be level with Yumcha's bed and gently ran her hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Looking to the side table, she laid her eyes on a glass of water and held it to his lips, he graciously drank every last drop from it.
"I hear you're not in very good health Yam baby" she commented as she opened her bag and rummaged through it.
"No," he replied but his voice was weak and lame "but now your hear B it'll be ok. Once I'm better everything will be back to how it used to be, just me and you baby…just me and you"
"Yep, uh-huh, sure" spoke Bulma absent mindedly as she filled a syringe with something blue and pulled on a pair or surgical gloves.
"W-what's in there?" Yumcha asked, eyeing the syringe.
"Don't you worry about that Yam baby, just trust me" Bulma knew he would fall for her act, he was stupid, of course he would believe that Bulma would want him back. He had no idea that what was really inside the syringe would knock him out then slowly and painfully kill him. But before Bulma could inject it into him, she had to leave it to sit for 10 minutes, let the chemicals infuse with each other.
She looked across at Yumcha, it was a pathetic sight to behold, he was scrawny, sweaty and pale. Bulma's mind was running a mile a minute while she tried to figure out what was wrong with him. It couldn't possibly just be the common cold. Pneumonia perhaps? But even that wouldn't get this severe before it killed him. She knew she shouldn't care what it was that was killing him, as long as it was doing its job, but she did. It had being annoying her since the moment she found out he was ill. Delving back into her bag, she produced a stethoscope, a thermometer and an empty syringe.
Yumcha watched Bulma as best he could, his eyes were constantly going in and out of focus making it hard to see anything and his head never seemed to stop spinning. He knew that if he didn't get this help from Bulma then he would surely die within days. But he was not a stupid man, even in his state of near death he realized that what ever Bulma had pumped into that syringe would not make him better, he saw the gleam in her eyes, there was to much pleasure there for her to be planning to help him.
And that only left Yumcha with one option, he had to woo Bulma, win her over and convince her that he would be on her side if she helped him to recover, he had no idea how long he had, if it was a matter of seconds, minutes or hours, but Yumcha was a master of the art of deception, he had been tricking people to get what he wanted for years and years now. So why should this be any different? Bulma meant nothing to him anymore; she was just another pawn in this game he had been born to play. Wasn't she?
Holding the stethoscope against Yumcha's warm skin she listened to his heartbeat, it was fast and irregular looking at her watch she measured his heart beat at about 300 beat a minute, that was amazingly high since the average Sayian usually had about 200 beats a minute in conditions similar to this. The results of the thermometer also shocked her, a normal temperature was 96.4 degrees celsius, but his was sitting on 104. If that rose even 1 or 2 degrees more he would die from overheating alone.
"I'm going to take a blood sample now, ok Yam" said Bulma, her voice just oozing with false innocence. She was enjoying watching him suffer. She rammed the needle into his arm and very roughly pulled up the handle, sucking some dark red blood into the syringe.
"B, what's wrong with me?" Yumcha asked as he reached for Bulma's hand, he felt her flinch when he grabbed it and inwardly laughed.
"I don't know Yam, I just don't know. But it'll all be over for you soon. I promise"
"B, if you make me better, I promise I'll make you happier than you've ever been. I'm a changed man now, I swear I'm on the level now. No more of that illegal bullshit for me, I'm on the straight and narrow. And with you by my side B, I just know I can do it" Yumcha lied through his teeth in an effort to won Bulma over. Of course he wasn't coming clean, he always had been a criminal and he always would be. He was a damn good bad guy, he was both feared and respected in Vegeta-sei's criminal circle and he was not willing to give that up for Bulma or for anyone else.
Bulma wanted to slap him, kick him, inject him with the poison and leave him for dead. But she didn't. She only smiled, nodded and looked at her watch – she still had 5 minutes to wait. Why was time going so damn slow?
Yumcha had begun to drool, he had only just noticed how incredibly hot Bulma looked, dressed from head to toe in the most sensuous colour of all, pink. He wanted to take her right then and there, to have her in her entirety, but that was impossible, he hardly even had the energy to keep his eyes open. All he could do was sit there and fantasize about everything he couldn't have, and in many ways, that was worse than the fact that the reaper would be paying him a visit any day now.
"Bulma" he whispered, "Remember back when it was just us. Remember how much fun we had?" Bulma scowled. "I can bring those fun times back again, give you every thing your heart desires and more. Fulfill all of your wildest dreams like no one else can" he ranted on and on creating a magical fantasy world as he went.
Bulma could feel her heart beating in her chest, 10 minutes had gone past. Why was Yumcha still talking? Why hadn't she injected him with the poison? Her hands were shaking and her palms were sweaty. She had to do it, she had to get her revenge that she'd been waiting so long for. If she walked out of this room, while Yumcha was still breathing then she had failed. Not only would she have failed herself, but everyone else who had ever suffered or fallen at the hands of Yumcha.
Looking into his desperate almost pleading eyes she made the most difficult decision of her young life. She couldn't do it. She couldn't kill someone who she had once loved so very very much. Standing up, she felt tears running down her cheeks and without saying a single word to Yumcha, she gathered her things and left.
She had failed.
***
It was a cold day right in the heart of winter. The sky was blue but the air was crisp. The King shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket as he walked. Snow crunching under his feet with every step he took. What he was about to do, was something he had been neglecting for far too long, he felt horrible for falling to visit but it hurt him so much when ever he came here.
Clutching the small offering tighter in his big hands he fell to his knees and clenched his eyes shut in an attempt to hold back the tears all ready brewing behind his closed lids. "I'm sorry," he uttered, his voice sounding pathetic and hollow in his ears.
The King sat solemnly in front of Queen Lumie's grave for quite some time, not knowing quiet what to say to her, what would make up for not visiting for so long. Carefully, as if there was nothing more sacred on his planet, he laid the flowers he was holding across the base of the tombstone. He tried desperately to think of something to say to her, but only one thing came to his mind "I'm sorry" he repeated the same two words over and over and over to the point where it began to hurt in the back of his throat.
"Lumie, forgive me. I…I've betrayed our bond. I feel awful, but I can't help it, I am not in control of my heart" he pleaded for her forgiveness, but when none came, he continued his painful confession. "I think dear Lumie, that I have feelings for someone new, another woman. You never met her, her name is Kahlia. Queen Kahlia. She's not of this planet, instead she rules a race of beings on a planet named Bindoon, they are similar to our fine race, only they rely more on technology than we do. But that's beside the point" the King found he had begun to ramble. He was quiet for a moment as he wiped some tears off his face. He gently ran his big hand over the soft marble tombstone; he read the inscription to himself
Queen Lumie. Devoted wife, loving mother, beloved ruler, and an amazing woman. You will be sorely missed by all of your family, friends and the people of Vegeta-sei. May you rest in peace.
It was only a short inscription, but it was enough. The King let out a depressed sigh and hung his head. What would Lumie be thinking of him and his ways? Would she be mad at him for having eyes for another woman? Or would she be proud of his for finally being able to move on? He just didn't know, and not knowing scared the King. He wanted answers so badly, but that was impossible. You can't have your questions answered from beyond the grave
***
Krillen was sitting on a soft couch, in a well-furnished room. It reminded him of home. But it wasn't home, he was a long long way from his home and it seemed like he had been gone for an eternity. He sunk further down the soft cushy armchair and closed his eyes, he felt the soft carpet in between his toes and smiled dreamily, his carpet in his bedroom felt just like this carpet did.
All of a sudden Krillen was rudely interrupted from his day dreaming by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat in front of him. He quickly opened his eyes and sat up straight in his chair.
"What are you doing in here?" Vegeta asked as he sat down in the chair opposite his younger brother
"Why, I'm not allowed now aren't I?" replied Krillen cockily, knowing full well he was allowed. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair waiting for Krillen to answer his question.
"I guess I just needed some time alone, to think". Vegeta blinked "If you want, I'll go" he said
Now it was Krillens turn to blink, was Vegeta just nice to him? Up here in the total nothingness of space, they had just become closer than they had ever been before.
"No, it's ok. Stay"
"Alright then"
Both of the boys were quiet for some time, they were staring out of the big clear window, gazing at the stars. They seemed so different up close, no more were they sparkling bit of magic that hung in the night sky for dreamers to wish upon. Here the mechanics of the stars twinkling was unraveled; they were no more than balls of hot gas emitting a white-hot energy. No magic involved
The universe really wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Krillen lifted his eyes and they met with the cold onyx eyes of his older brother. It was Krillen who voiced what they were both thinking. "I wonder what's going on at home?"
Vegeta smirked, "I bet Chi-chi is taking full advantage of our absence. Milking every thing she can out of father"
"Of course she will be" agreed Krillen, then he added a sigh
"What?" asked Vegeta in a very monotone voice
"It's just." Krillen stopped and seriously considered what he was about to ask before he asked it, "Don't you miss anyone. Aren't you feeling even the least bit homesick?" he asked. What he got for an answer, he wasn't expecting.
"I don't really miss Vegeta-sei, but I guess there are a few certain people I would like to see again. I know 12 days really isn't a very long time, but still…." He drifted of and shifted his gaze out the window.
Krillen nodded knowingly, "I miss a girl as well"
"What?" Vegeta snapped, "I never said it was the woman I missed"
"Oh come on Vegeta, I wasn't born yesterday. I know you like Bulma…everyone knows you like Bulma"
"I don't like the woman" protested Vegeta. Krillen only raised an eyebrow, just how stupid did Vegeta think he was. Just because hew as only 19, didn't mean he knew nothing.
Vegeta fell into deep thought. Did he really have feelings for the woman? Could it be possible for him, Vegeta, the prince of Sayians, to be in love with the blue haired beauty, and quiet possibly the smartest woman on the planet? Well, he considered her a good friend, and he did enjoy taking her to Kakkarot's ball, she made the night bearable for him. When she had been crushed by the G.R he remembered that he felt scared. Scared for Bulma's life. Did that mean he liked her, he didn't know what love felt like. He didn't know if he had ever experience love before or not.
He looked up to at Krillen, the question on the tip of his tongue, yet he wasn't sure if he should ask or nor. Would Krillen mock him, or want to help. Well there was only one way to find out.
"What does love feel like Krillen?"
Krillen shifted positions in his chair and grinned, "love is like a warm, tingly feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that just makes you want to smile. It's always there, nagging away in the back of your mind, but when you in the same room as her it explodes, and you just feel… right" the words flowed straight from his head and out of his mouth.
Vegeta listened intently to everything Krillen had to say, some of it seemed familiar to him, the feelings Krillen described weren't strong in him, but he did have them. Was he really in love? Or was it just a crush? Thinking back to the day they left for this mission, he remembered the kiss Bulma had given him, it was the most contact he had ever had with her, and he couldn't say he didn't like it.
"So," Vegeta smirked "you got yourself a girl?"
Krillen titled his head back and looked up at the ceiling, a big smile plastered on his face "I think so" he replied.
"What do you mean 'you think so'?"
"Well, we like each other that's for sure, I'm just sure if she's ready for that kind of thing"
"Does she have a name?" asked Vegeta, obviously completely unaware that they were talking about 18
"I don't think she'd appreciate me sharing that. You know her though"
"Well?"
"No"
"Well as long as you're happy" Vegeta sighed.
"I am" Krillen replied with a happy sigh "I am"
***
"You shouldn't stand to close to the window Tar, it's cold outside" said 17 as he strode across the big room, feeling clean and refreshed. Tarie turned around and flashed him a brilliant smile, "The windows not open stupid" she said.
17 gasped in fake shock as he joined Tarie at the window and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I can't believe 18 did this for us" he said.
"I know. We owe her big now"
17 laughed and kissed the back of Taries head, her clean, tangle free hair smelt delicious. "We do, you're right. I know how much this meant to her. She really likes Krillen"
They were both quiet for a few minutes, gazing out the big windows up at the stars; it was 17 who spoke first. "C'mon", he said unwrapping himself from Tarie and pulling the big curtains across the window, "let's go to bed" Tarie yawned and graciously accepted the offer.
~
Had Tarie been asleep for hours or minutes? Had she even fallen asleep at all? Rolling over, she looked at the clock, it was 20 past 2 in the morning, she should be well and truly asleep. But she could sense something wasn't right, in fact, something felt very very wrong. Sitting up, she nudged 17 lightly in the side.
Nothing happened.
"17" she said in a loud whisper, "wake up!" 17 stirred and rolled over. This time Tarie shoved him a bit harder.
"What's the matter Tar?" he asked, still mostly asleep
"I think something is wrong"
17 sat up and flicked on the bedside table, "what do you mean something is wrong? Are you ok?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
"No, I'm fine, it's not me. It's just, I have this feeling 18 isn't ok".
17's eyes lit up, but not in a good way. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, throwing the bed covers off himself he jumped out of the bed and pulled on his tee shirt. Tarie also got out of the bed and put on his skirt, she was already wearing a tee shirt she found in the Krillen's closet.
"I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe it's nothing. But maybe it's not"
"Well I'm not risking it! Let's go"
***
Green, everything, everywhere was green. As far as the eye could see, it was green. Turning around he saw his friend, in much the same state as he. All the green really was over whelming to both of them.
Where's everyone else? They must be inside already.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to call to Kakkarot, a surging pain shot through his entire body and he fell to his knees gasping for air. Looking up he saw Kakkarot pointing somewhere behind him, he was trying to say something, it looked like he was shouting, but as hard as he tried, all he could focus on was the pain, and not the words coming from Kakkarot's lips.
Krillen knew he had to stand up.
Although when he finally managed to turn around, he wished to god that he hadn't. There, only meters in front of him, with an evil smirk on his thin lips, was the most evil of all evils. The one who had haunted Krillens dreams for longer than he could remember.
Frieza.
He still had is index finger outstretched from the beam he had just emitted, and the look on his face showed that he had enjoyed it immensely.
Without even thinking about what he was doing, young prince Krillen lunged at the tyrannical monster, releasing over 8 years of pent up hurt and anger. For a minute Krillen was able to at least keep Frieza from wiping the floor with him, but Frieza quickly grew board of the games and with a mere Ki increase that Krillen was not expecting, knocked him clear across the open arena and into a big boulder.
"Have you learnt your lesson yet fool?" Frieza hissed, as he stalked over to Krillen, who was pulling himself out of the rock. Wiping a trail of blood from his lip he replied, "I'll never give into you Frieza. I saw what you did to my mother. It's time you find out what true fear is"
Frieza only laughed at him, an evil laugh that sent shivers up Krillens spine. He knew he was in over his head. Casting his glance towards Kakkarot who had been standing at the sidelines of the impromptu battle field, he saw something he hadn't seen for a long time, Kakkarot was standing there, in his fighting stance, ready to do battle if that was what it came to.
And that was his mistake, because the next thing he knew, all Krillen could hear was Kakkarot screaming his name over and over again "Krillen," he called as he rushed towards him "Krillen, Krillen, Krillen!"
Then the pain set in, and all Krillen knew about the world around him faded away into black. He was going to die, no question. Faintly, he could hear Kakkarot, but even that was fading. He sounded panicked.
"Krillen, Krillen, Krillen!"
~
"Krillen!" 18 sat bolt upright in her bed surrounded by nothing but darkness. She was breathing hard, and a cold sweat covered her entire body.
"18 are you ok?" called a worried voice from somewhere beyond where her vision would allow her to see. But even in her panicked state, 18 knew who it was "Tarie!" she called frantically.
Tarie quickly dropped to 18's bedside and took hold of her hand, "are you alright?"
"I…. I had a dream, it was horrible."
"It's ok now" 18 heard her brother reassure her as he sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her frail, shaking shoulders.
"Shhhh, it's ok now, it's all over, none of it was real. It was just a dream," Tarie soothed her friend, then she turned her glance to her respective other "17, I think we're ok here, why don't you go back to bed"
"Are you sure? Is that ok sis?". 18 only nodded, so 17 walked off.
Tarie climbed up onto the bed and threw one of her arms across 18's shoulders "Wanna tell me about it?"
"Krillen was there…on Namek… and then Frieza was there, and Krillen tried to stop him, but he couldn't…he just couldn't even though he really really tried and then Frieza killed him. Tarie it was so real, I could almost feel it…smell it"
"It wasn't real though, it was only a dream. Dreams can't hurt you or anyone else" said Tarie, trying her best to reassure 18.
"But what if it wasn't a dream, what if it was a premonition. I don't think I could cope if he didn't come back to me"
"I know what you mean. I'd be lost without your brother. But that's the price you pay for love"
"Love?" 18 asked, her eyes still shiny with tears
"You do love him don't you?" asked Tarie.
18 was quiet for a few minutes as she pondered over this latest revelation. Did she love Krillen? As in really love him. Well, there was no reason why she shouldn't be in love with him, but how did she know what love felt like? She had never been in love. And was Krillen in love with her? 18 though back to the day Krillen had left and she had found that letter for her in his room. Right at this very moment it was safely tucked under her pillow.
Looking up at Tarie she smiled, "I think I do," she replied, "I think I really do"
Tarie smiled back, "That's good. I'm happy for you, I really am. But if you don't mind terribly, I think I'm going to go bed"
"Ok," 18 said through a yawn. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow". She watched Tarie leave the room and a few seconds later she heard the door to the complex creak open and shut again. Rolling over 18 let out a loud sigh and stared out the small slit that was meant to be a window, moonlight was shining through and illuminating a small strip of floor. She knew she wasn't going to get back to sleep tonight, she has been scared stupid by that dream and if she happened to experience that again, she might just soil herself, and that was really that last thing she needed.
***
A/N; well what did everyone think? Thank you all for answering my question about the battle scenes, I write this story in the hopes that will enjoy it, so your input on matter such as this and any other general things about this fic are greatly appreciated and taken into full consideration.
Next chapter out soon hopefully!
~Deadly Beauty