A/N: Well, I live Dragonball Z; it's my favorite anamie! I don't own anything except for Greg Skiewizinski, so please don't think otherwise. If you read this, please (and I can't stress this enough) can you read my other things too? Thanx! Special thanx to Microsoft for giving me spell check! Thanx to Kamehan, for my first review on this fanfic!
Chapter 3, Cafeteria
After Krillin put his cloths on his cloths (without sowing them first), he got out of bed. His head had stopped hurting, but he still felt like a cow after six restless nights with a bull! He headed for the door, but the Doctor stopped him. He said something about resting, but Krillin didn't hear him. All he was thinking about were Android 17, 18, food, and sensu beans. The brown little things really gave the body a lot to work with, luckily, Krillin, and his friends, could handle it. If one of those things were given to mere mortals, they'd probably go haywire.
Krillin isn't really immortal, but he has the strength of two million men! It was too bad that his best friend's son was a lot stronger than him. Probably because he's the descendant from a warrior race! The Saiyans. They were a powerful race, until one of the galaxy's strongest beings destroyed them, and their planet.
And aside from all that, he still didn't have enough energy to fly yet. He was still badly damaged. Krillin looked at the doctor, who seemed to be deep in thought. "You may go", he said.
"Which way the cafeteria?"
"Take the E- elevator to the ground floor, it should be the third door on the right."
"Thanx", Krillin said, and was out of there. He did as the doctor said, taking the E- elevator, and taking the third door to the right. The room was chock full of people, one of which he know from his past!
A/N: I think that was shorter than the second chapter, but you get to vote again. Will it be Marion (his girlfriend from some earlier saga), Master Roshi, or that blond-haired guy from the Red Ribbon Army (the guy from Dragonball)? Please cast your vote.