18 landed on the small island and entered the house. Krillin was sitting in his favourite chair, talking with turtle while Master Roshi sat in another chair reading, well, there won't be any points for guessing what he was reading.

"Hello!" Krillin said, looking up when she entered. "Are you okay?"

The concern laced in both his voice and on his face warmed her more than anything. Ooh how she loved that man; how she loved the way he would always make sure everyone was okay.

"Yeah… I'm fine…"

She wasn't. And one look from Krillin told her that he knew it just as well as she did. Sighing she went over and sat down besides her husband.

"I…" she began uncertain. "I met 17 today. Out where the lab used to be. He… he asked me to forgive him. To stop hating him."

"What did you say to him?" Krillin asked.

"I told I'm I didn't think I hated him anymore. But that I didn't know if I could forgive him."

For a long while no sound, except for the puffing noises from Master Roshi, was heard. Then Krillin said something there surprised 18 to no end.

"I think you should forgive him. Think about it; Goku's wish was for all the good people to be brought back. He was brought back which must mean he's good. Your brother made a mistake but I'm sure he regrets it. I've already forgiven him, not directly though, but to myself; and I was the one he killed. How much more don't you think he'd want his sister to forgive him?"

Yes. He was right. Of course he was he usually was. Tomorrow she'd fly back and find her brother, but now it was getting late.

The late part didn't seem to stop Marron though; the girl stepped out from her bedroom in the same moment; not at all clad like someone who was going to spend a night at home.

"Where are you going young lady?"

"To a party! You just try to stop me mum. I'm 23 years old. It's not my fault we live on a stupid island in the middle of nowhere."

With those words Marron walked outside, opened the capsule car she'd received from the Briefs at her 18th birthday and left the island. No matter how much 18 hated to admit it she knew her daughter was right; she'd grown up, she just wasn't the little girl she'd been once. And as for living in the middle of nowhere; well, she wasn't too fond of it herself either.

"Well." Krillin said, yawning, "I'll go to bed. I'm defiantly not as young as I was!"

With those words he stood up and headed for their bedroom while 18 paused for a moment looking around in the house she'd come to call her home; turtle had withdrawn into his shell and was snoring contently while Master Roshi was sleeping as well, one of his magazines had fallen to the floor. Slowly 18 went over and put a blanket over him, as much as she disliked the man she didn't want him to become sick either. Leaving the room she turned off the light and went to bed.