My favorite ship I think.
The year and a half following the defeat of Cell and the death of Goku had been decent enough for Krillin. He hadn't done much, truth be told, but he had seen a lot of good things. The birth of Goten stuck out, cute little thing he was, strong for a baby just a few months old. And a head of hair just like Goku's already!
Just thinking of it made him laugh.
He got to see the toddler Trunks, too, though not nearly as much since he the child had glued himself (figuratively, at least) to Vegeta's leg in recent months. He acted like he hated it, but Bulma insisted that the worship made him feel important.
Bulma had also been setting Krillin up on a multitude of blind dates. Most of them were awkward and unsuccessful, and none of them had ever progressed beyond a third date or so, but that's where Krillin was, sitting at a table in a restaurant that was too fancy for his taste, waiting on another one of Bulma's friends.
Android 18 had spent the last year and a half bored, utterly bored. She had worked a job for about a week, once…maybe a few months ago. She really just didn't have the temperament for a real job. Luckily she was pretty enough that people gave her money if she looked pathetic enough. Not that she wanted the help, but she did need clothes and robbing people too often got suspicious. Keeping a low profile suited her just fine, she wasn't her brother.
But as she walked down the street, hands firmly in her pockets, she caught sight of a familiar face in the window of a restaurant.
Stopping, she turned back and recognized the short one – Krillin? – from the whole Cell debacle.
Was he on a date?
Marching into the restaurant, she made a vague excuse about her 'date being waiting' to the man at the door and plopped down in the open seat across from Krillin.
Krillin immediately colored. After a year and a half his (pathetic, Yamcha had called it) crush on the blonde android had mostly subsided, but her abrupt appearance had brought back a flood of thoughts and barely buried dreams and hopes.
"18! Hi!" he exclaimed.
"Hey Baldy, what are you doing?" she asked casually.
"Uh…blind date…" he stammered.
The aforementioned date chose that moment to appear, a buxom brunette with a high pitched voice. She looked back and forth between Krillin and the supremely haughty looking android. The girl's face was shocked and offended beyond comprehension, and for a moment Krillin was almost afraid.
"Did you schedule two dates in one night?" the girl cried, outraged.
"It seems that way, and ours has run a little long," the android drawled.
The girl stormed out without another word, and 18 laughed. She hadn't laughed in a long time, but the blank, horrified look on the Baldy's face was more entertaining than anything she'd ever seen.
"Uh. I. Wh-" He seemed unable to form a coherent sentence, and she stood up.
Looking around and trying to gather his thoughts, Krillin stood up as well, following her out of the restaurant. "Would. I mean. Do you want to get dinner?" he asked, taking a deep breath.
"I'm an android, shorty, I don't need food," she said, waving her hand. She didn't seem to mind him following her, so Krillin matched her pace.
"Well. What about a movie?" he blurted out.
18 shrugged. "Sure, I did ruin your date."
"No, no, this is better."