DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL Z OR ANYTHING ELSE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY!
A/N: Holy shit…I'm so sorry for not updating in well over a month! Well, actually, I knew I was going to have to put this story on a hiatus for a few weeks because I was busy with school work and I have been really tired lately. I intended on getting at least to the dream sequence in the previous chapter and then putting the story on hold until school was over. My classes weren't actually difficult, but like I said, I have been really tired. I guess I should have told my loyal reviewers that the hiatus was intentional…sorry! Please forgive me!
Oh, and sorry for all the typos in my last chapter. I swear I read over it a few times before posting and thought it looked okay. It was pretty late at night when I posted it. The next day I read it again and found many typos…believe me, I was a little embarrassed!
"talking"
'thinking'
Italics are dream sequences
Unsolved Mysteries
Chapter 7: Home At Last
A few hours after waking up from her dream, 18 finally decided to get out of bed. Krillin was still asleep and she did not want to wake him. 'Guess I better get ready,' she thought.
She walked into the bathroom, jumped in the shower and was out within ten minutes. 18 wrapped herself in a towel and sighed. 'What is she going to think when she sees me? She'll probably think I'm some crazy person acting like her daughter…I'm never watching one of those missing persons shows again.' She left the bathroom and walked back into the main part of the motel room to find her husband awake.
"I'm done with the bathroom if you need it." That was all she said as she started drying herself off and combing her hair. Krillin got up and walked over to his wife who was combing her hair in front of the mirror. "Good morning to you, too." He kissed his wife and then went into the bathroom to shower.
18 was quiet. She had a lot going on inside her head. 'Why am I bothering to even try to remember anything? I've tried and failed every time. That dream is all I have." After combing the knots out of her hair and getting it dry for the most part, she got dressed in some denim capris, a plain white fitted shirt, and some white wedge-heel sandals. After putting on the same earrings that she normally wears, she was ready. Now all she had to do was wait for Krillin. "Hmph…and men say women take forever getting ready in the morning."
"I never said you took forever!" Krillin said with a small smile.
18 looked at him with a smile. "I didn't see you come out of the bathroom."
"You're ready?" Krillin asked.
"Yeah, I don't fit into the 'women take forever' stereotype. Besides, I got dressed faster this morning because I don't have Marron to worry about."
"Well, I guess that could make a difference. I guess I better get ready then…I see you want to go as soon as possible."
"Yes I do." 18 decided to turn on the TV to see if that would help her think of anything except what she will be doing very shortly. She surfed the channels, but found nothing entertaining. 'Nothing but cartoons.'
"I'm ready, 18. We can go whenever you want."
"I guess it's now or never."
Krillin could see that 18 was scared. Even though she wasn't showing it, he just knew. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. "Nervous?"
Hesitant, 18 answered "Very. I feel more scared than…than the day Cell found me."
"We could go home if you want –"
"No. I already told you I have to do this today. Let's just go now."
Krillin and 18 let go of each other. 18 grabbed her purse and Krillin got the car keys.
As they were driving around, 18's mind was racing. 'I don't want to be here…I want to be at home with my husband and my daughter. I can't do this…I have to. I hope I don't regret this.'
"Are we almost there, Krillin?"
"We should be. According to the map we ware only a few blocks away."
"I want to go to Chi-Chi's house and get Marron and go home…now!"
"That's not going to happen. You told me many times that you have to do this today! We're going to your mother's house."
18 sighed. 'I could easily kill him right here and now if I wanted…but I won't. If I turn back now I will only make this harder.'
Before she knew it, Krillin stopped the car. "I guess this is it, 18."
"So, this is my house." 18 looked at the address she wrote down just make sure it matched the one on the mailbox of the house. "Looks the same as it did when I saw it on TV." It looked like any home found in a typical residential area. Two-stories, painted light-blue, neatly mowed lawn, a couple trees, some flower gardens, potted plants on the door-step, and a white picket fence. "I guess I'm as ready as I will ever be. When I get out, you can go ahead and go back to the motel, don't wait for me. I'll just fly back…I don't care if anyone sees me flying."
"If that's what you want. Are you sure you don't want me to wait?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I don't know how long I will be."
18 and Krillin shared one last kiss before 18 opened the car door and let herself out. "Bye." She whispered.
"Good luck, 18. I love you."
"Love you, too, Krillin." Then she closed the door and started down the walk way of the house. She and Krillin waved to each other before he drove away.
18 took a deep breath as she stood in front of the gate of the picket fence. She tried to stay calm. 'I'd rather be battling an enemy right now.' Slowly, she started walking to the door step. Her body was starting to shake. 'I could just fly away. No!...Stop thinking like that!' Her walk to the door step seemed like a blur and the next thing she knew, she was directly in front of the door. Slowly, she brought her index finger to the door bell. She pulled it back and thought about leaving again, but in one swift movement, she pressed the button of the door bell.
"No turning back now." She mumbled to herself, after realizing what she had just done. 'Maybe nobody's home…'
Inside the house in a room on the second floor, a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and in her late forties was busy folding laundry when she heard the door bell. "Strange, I wasn't expecting anybody today." She stopped folding her laundry and proceeded down the stairs and to the front door.
Outside, 18 could hear footsteps walking toward the door. 'Someone's coming.'
The doorknob turned and the door started to open. The normally calm cyborg was now so nervous she thought she was going to pass out.
The door opened all the way and 18 saw the same lady she saw on TV. All she could do was stare.
The older woman let out a loud gasp as she saw what appeared to be her missing daughter standing on her doorstep. Her jaw dropped and she stood there frozen. 18 wanted to say something, but no words would come out…
TBC
A/N: Cliffie! Damn writer's block! It took me a couple hours just to get his written because of the dreaded writer's block. I didn't realize I had it until I started typing this up. I know my grammar isn't the best this time, but I might go back and fix it. Hope you liked this one! Please review!
