Krillian lay down on the beach of Kami Island, the sea gulls squawked and yelled at him for disturbing their rest, but the midget didn't care. Times were peaceful. Cell was gone, Dr. Gero had been destroyed, and he was happily married. To a robot.

Krillian frowned at the dimming sky with that thought. Every time he thought about his beloved, the fact that she was a robot kept tingling at the back of his mind. So she had been kidnapped and changed by Dr. Gero, that didn't mean she wasn't also human! She had once been a carefree girl just like all the others.

He sighed and placed his hands behind his head, watching a cloud drift lazily by. Someday I'll wake up and realize that I married a hunk of metal, and then what will I do? The monk thought on this as he ran his toes in the sand. Sure, he knew she was also a human being, but when would he realize that she was also a machine? When would he wake up and not except that?

But what about me? Krillian thought about the fact that he was a human, one of the last full human I seem to know! He thought with a grin. Saiyans, Nameks, half Saiyans, half robots… He didn't seem to know any real humans anymore! I am a full human, He thought, What about fifty years down the road? Krillian pondered on that. Eighteen would never age, and she would remain beautiful and young no matter how old she got. I will age, he thought, I'm going to be an old man. Someday she may look at me and wonder what she's doing with an old fart like me! Krillian frowned. That was the future, and it was a distant one at that. I guess it won't matter. I'm a fighter, and most likely I'll die before I reach old age.

He felt something lie down beside him and smiled. "Good morning Eighteen."

"Your internal clock must be off," she said, and without looking, Krillian could tell she had a smile on her face, "the sun is setting, not rising."

"If you want to get all literal on me, then you should know the sun isn't doing anything, we're just turning away from it." Krillian held out an arm and Eighteen placed her head on his shoulder, while he wrapped one arm around her protectively.

"You win," she sighed, snuggling her face into his chest.

"Eighteen, I have a question, and I hope you won't get offended by it," Krillian said, but what do you consider yourself? A human or a robot?"

For the next few minutes, the only sound was the waves breaking around the small island as Eighteen pondered the question.

"I guess I'm really not sure," she said at last, "I have blood flowing through my veins, but it's an artificial heart that pumps it. I have emotions, but they are generated by a computer chip. I guess I'm both."

Krillian frowned again. That wasn't a real answer.

"Okay, which would you rather be?" Krillian asked.

"What type of question is that?" Eighteen said, far from offended, but just curious why her new husband would ask such deep questions.

"I've been thinking about us, and our future. My own thoughts haven't been very conclusive, and I was wondering what your thoughts are."

"Oh," she said, "I can't really answer that one either. Having a great amount of strength is great, plus not having to worry about food, aging, or…" she stopped, then suddenly sat up, "That's what you're worried about? The fact that I'll never age, while you get older?"

Krillian winced. Korrin was supposed to be the psychic one.

"That's part of it, yes." Krillian admitted, sitting up as well and hugging his knees, "I'm just worried that a few decades down the road, you'll realize that I'm just going to get old and feeble, while you'll still be in the prime of your life. Doesn't that worry you?"

"No," Eighteen said, looking right into Krillian's black eyes as she said it, "I'm not worried one bit. I married a man, not a body. If I wanted, I could have Bulma build me a robot and never have to worry about it. But something happened to me while Cell was on the loose."

"What?"

"I fell in love with a short monk," She smiled, a tender smile that rarely reached her lips, "Krillian, it is worth it. I know all the problems we will face in the future, and I'm not worried about them. I know that it will all be worth it, just getting to know you. Every little thing that may go wrong will be worth it. My mind doesn't work like yours, Krillian. I have what you would call a photographic memory because of my robotic body, and all this time we spend together will be burned into my circuits. Even when you are gone, I won't remarry, because I'll still be able to live all this time over again, and be happy because of it."

Krillian took his wife in his arms and lay back down of the sand with her. He was embarrassed for being so selfish, but he was also elated, knowing he had a wife as perfect as his. "Even when I'm old and my stomach nearly touches the ground?" He asked, smiling as he egged on his wife.

"Even when your nose whistles as you eat a sandwich," she said with a little chuckle.

"Even when I'm on a diet of prune juice and wearing diapers?"

Eighteen pretended to think this one over, "No, then you're on your own."

They both laughed, and Eighteen burrowed her head into Krillian's chest a little deeper. "I think I have an answer to your questions," her voice was muffled by his gi.

"Which one?"

"Both," she sighed, "I wouldn't change myself in the least. I'm both a human and a robot, and I like it." He tone sounded surprised, like the answer was something she just realized, "Dr. Gero took out all the frailties of a human and replaced them with robotic parts that are stronger. He transformed me, yes, but he also still left me the same. I like that. Before I met you, I hated it. I knew I was destined to spend my life alone, and when you never die, that's a long time. But now," she paused, hugging Krillian a little tighter, "Now I have memories to keep me company, even when I'm alone."

Krillian returned the hug, and closed his eyes.

"As for whether I'm human or not, I guess I'm just human enough."

There was something in his wives tone that set him off. He opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"Do you know the meaning of life, Krillian?" she asked, throwing her husband off with the change of subject. He shook his head.

"The meaning of life, as far as I know it, has three steps. To be born, obviously, to reproduce, and then to die. It's rather morbid, but it's true."

Krillian knew she was going somewhere with this, but he didn't know where.

"Krillian, I think I'm human, because I have fulfilled the main part of life."

Krillian knew she was telling him something, but he couldn't grasp it.

"Krillian," she smiled, "I'm pregnant."

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That's my update for the week. I actually meant to discuss the fact that she wasn't human more, but it turned out to be more about their love.

Also, I know I'm bringing up some topics that may hurt some people, like death and suicide. I'm not online often, but my AOL screen name is "Eggamagga" same as my name here. If you want to discus any of this, let me know, or if you just want to chat.

My e-mail is "Reality at gwi dot com," (Just write it like a normal e-mail address, ff dot net won't let me write it any other way.) so if I'm not online, go ahead and drop me a letter. I'll also start a mailing list if you ask me to, just to let you know when I do update.