Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, would I really be here right now? Honestly, would I?

A/N – yes, well, it's obviously been a while since I updated...some 6 months or whatever. Here y'all go.

Chapter 9

"What's wrong, man?" Goku asked Krillin

But he just kept walking without saying a word.

"Hello? Anyone home?" But still no answer.

Was it...it must have been her. But it looked like 18 was flying. How was that possible?

But then again, Goku could do some pretty amazing things himself. Like Nimbus, for instance. And his unusual strength that he was instructed not to use in school. But still; this was way different.

"KRILLIN!!!" This got his attention. Apparently Goku had grown tired of trying to get Krillin's attention and screamed loudly in his ear. Krillin jumped.

"What?!" he finally replied.

"I said, what's wrong?"

"...nothing. It's nothing."

Now Goku wasn't that bright, but he knew something was wrong.

"Are you sure? Cuz you only act like this after18 leaves school at the end of the day."

Asked Goku.

"...I saw something weird at the park. But I can't tell you now. Mom said that there are monsters that follow you around when you don't eat your broccoli. I don't want them to hear us." Krillin said back

"yickgh, broccoli. Ok. We'll talk at your house."

Seventeen awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the bright afternoon sun shining through the trees into the cave. A smile appeared on his face and he stretched his arms into the air. Suddenly everything came flooding back and his smile faded.

"eighteen?! eighteen!"

17 frantically flew out of the cave and just as he was about to go find her, 18 landed on the ground a few feet from 17. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where were you? I was worried sick!" seventeen demanded.

"Don't have a cow, 17, I was just practicing my flying. No big deal." She replied.

"Yes it is a big deal, sister. Who knows what could have happened with that madman on the loose?"

"Sorry. You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't go far."

17 exhaled. "Never mind. I was just nervous, that's all. How's the flying coming?"

18's face lit up like she had been waiting for 17 to ask. "GREAT! Watch this!"

"She bent her knees and kicked of the ground like she was trying to jump but flew higher. But instead of staying up there she dove to the ground headfirst.

"Careful, 18!" 17 called to her. But she smiled as if she took his warning as a challenge. And just before she hit, 18 pulled up just barely grazing the ground. But in doing so she lost sight of where she was going and plowed straight into 17. They tumbled to the ground and rolled into a pile of leaves in a heap.

"Woops" 18 said, like nothing had happened. She got up and brushed herself off. 17 sighed and blew his hair out of his face.

"Really? Flying?" Goku asked. "I thought nimbus was the only one who could fly."

"Me too. But the more I think about it the more sure I am. 18 was flying."

Both of them sat for a moment to think.

"I think there's something weird going on, Goku." Krillin said. "Tomorrow, after school let's go back to the park and search the woods. Maybe 17 and 18 are in there somewhere."

Then, without really thinking about it, Goku said something that caught Krillin completely off guard.

"Wow, Krillin, you must really like 18."

Krillin blushed and stared at his feet. "W-what?"

"You just seem pretty worried about her and her brother, that's all." Goku replied. "Well, am I right? Do you like 18?

Krillin didn't know what to say. He thought quickly and found his solution.

"Hey, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Krillin said, knowing that Goku couldn't resist the change in subject.

"Yeah! How'd you know?" Goku said with excitement.

"Lucky guess." Krillin said sarcastically.

"Hey! Maybe your mom will make us some cookies! Or a pie!"

Krillin sighed but couldn't help laughing. "Come on. Let's go see what we got in the kitchen."

A/N- How was it? Tell me if it seems a bit rusty. Please give me some feedback. And I'll try to move a bit quicker this time with the next chapter.

system crash a.k.a. saint