So there the happy couple sat, staring deeply into each other's eyes, trying to decipher what the other was thinking. Krillan hoped that 18 wouldn't be furious with him, but he truly wanted to name their daughter after his first girlfriend. Besides, it was fair, seeing that she wanted to name their child after a dead murderer.
18 could stare no longer into her lover's eyes; so instead, she avoided them and looked at the mountainous fountain alongside them. Forest-green lily pads drifted on the surface of the clear, clean water. She glanced at the hot-pink blossoms that had bloomed on some of them, others only held round bulbs.
Finally, taking the courage to respond, 18 said, "Fine. But, what does it matter, right? I mean, we're only discussing a child who we have no intentions of bringing into this world, right? It's just only make believe."
Not expecting this response, Krillan studied the woman of his life that sat there before him, claiming that she didn't want a child, when only moments ago, she could barely get the subject into open air. Her reply was clearly pseudo, and Krillan wouldn't have his wife lying to him about something so important to their future life together.
"No, it's not. You want a child, and I would love to have a child. Don't go running away from this matter, just because I want to name our possible daughter Marron. What happened to the 18 who never left a challenge untried? She's still there, I can see her." Krillan lectured.
"No, really, I don't want a child…" 18 lied again.
"18, please stop this. I don't like to be lied too, so just tell me how you really feel." Krillan tried to pull out the truth.
With a small tear, 18 fought an inner battle. She couldn't decide to let her husband have his way, or to try and argue against it. Making a decision, she spoke.
"All right. I said it myself, fair is fair. If it is a girl, her name is Marron, but if it is a boy, we call him Dominick." 18 said, admitting defeat to herself.
"Deal. Now, let's lighten up the mood, tonight should be a celebration!" Krillan said, trying to spark a little life into his wife. "Here, let's have a little more wine, shall we?"
Following Krillan's pouring of the wine, they both brightened up a bit, getting into the mood that they had before the subject of children came up. They talked of current events, and memories such as their first date, their first kiss. They reminisced about the events leading up to the Cell games, and other nonsense to pass the time away.
After a great deal of waiting, a dinner tray rattled its way across the floor, making only the slightest of noise. Halting at their table, the waiter presented the most splendid food they had ever seen. Heaped on silver platters were tender steaks, roasted shish-ka-bobs, steamed vegetables, and bowls of simmering soup. Mouths drooling with saliva, they anxiously grabbed their utensils and started stuffing their faces full, without uncouthness, however. Krillan chocked more than once while swallowing large mouthfuls of his steak, eating it like it was going to vanish at any moment. The cabbage soup he had ordered was drained within a matter of minutes, rivaling Goku's eating abilities. 18 slowly plucked each piece of teriyaki cooked pork of its skewer and nibbled on it with such feminine quality, it was almost unbecoming of her everyday idiosyncrasy. Not to say that she ate like a barbarian, but she did lack a built-in woman's manner kit.
Her life before marriage was that of a school's bad-ass bitch, to put it crudely and bluntly. When she wasn't living the glamorous life of a killer, she acted like a biker, or something. Jeans, ripped t-shirt, and a stuck-up personality was her appearance twenty-four seven. After marrying Krillan, he trained her in the ways of being sociable. She was allowed to wear the usual garments, Krillan didn't mind those, but she needed to learn a little about being nice. He always referred to it as common courtesy, but she only called it "a bunch of BS." Though, when she employed this "common courtesy," she found that people liked her more, and they were nicer. Scaring them to get what she wanted was effective, but this was a more pleasant way. She liked that feeling when people laughed with her or the feeling when someone helped her carry the groceries. Given time, this became the way she always was. She was always polite whenever at home; however, she didn't always practice proper etiquette. This goes without saying when she was at a restaurant, but it just showed that she didn't know any better, and Krillan always took it upon himself to refine those little things that would help 18 look better in public.
Krillan had finished his meal way before 18 had even started on her crumpets, so he just politely waited as she nibbled away.
Once they were both finished, their plates were taken away to be washed. Krillan and 18 both exchanged pleased looks, acknowledging that their meal had been undeniably delectable.
The time was not yet right for the dance, so Krillan decided that he would make light talk of a, what he knew was going to be, heavy subject.
Clearing his throat with a silent "ahem," Krillan spoke.
"I've given some thought to our previous discussion, and something occurred to me. Well, I don't make that much money as a martial artist, and you don't have a job. That means that we won't have enough money to raise that child that we both want. Now, I could always find a job in town somewhere, but I'm sure nothing I would get could make as much money as you would if you found employment."
18 contemplated what he just said. "What are you trying to say? That, I could make enough money given the right job?"
"Yeah. I mean, you're excellent with money and you're extremely brilliant! You could make one heck of a banker or financial adviser." Krillan encouraged.
"Really, you think I could?" 18 asked, obviously having much self-doubt about herself.
"Yeah! You could help people with their money, and make us money as well. It's a win-win situation, baby!" Krillan said, working the spirit of work into his wife.
"Wow… I never thought about it. I just thought we'd live off the land or something." 18 said.
"The latter. Look, we need money either way. With or without the baby, we still have expenses, and this would get you out of the house, get you more comfortable with people. I'd hate to see you miss out on that experience. Also, this would challenge you mentally, putting your great mind to use." Krillan explained.
Looking at his clock, Krillan saw that it was nearing nine o'clock, which meant that they would soon need to get ready to head to the dance floor which was an outside patio that provided an excellent vista of the moon.
"Hopefully you're ready to be captivated by this century's most magnificent spectacle, because we need to get going." Krillan said as he offered a hand to his wife.