A/N: I had the beginning of this written months ago. And the ending. But the middle. The middle just would not come no matter what.

I had to balance the action with the humor that this story is supposed to be focused on, and try to make the androids evil, only they can only be so terrible when they have no powers or abilities to act out their rage and murderous tendencies on. That, and the fact that nothing can ever be easy in Krillin's life. Even the afterlife.

Thanks for all the reviews, PMs, favoriting, story alerts that all reminded me to continue working on this story and chipping away until it was completed.

One more chapter to go.

She's got me on my knees
Begging' baby, baby please
Don't hurt me no
Don't hurt me so

As a gentle man
I do everything I can to be
A law-abiding kind of energy
Yet stimulating all the while
But when she comes around
I don't know why
I always go too fucking far
And end up puking
On the bathroom tile
OH MY!

Smokescreen, Flying Blind

"So, can we all admit that Krillin has lost his mind?"

"Oh, sure, no question."

"HOW COULD HE BRING THOSE MACHINES HERE—"

"Where is he, even? Did they kill him again?"

"Well, you know Krillin. He's often in over his head. A lot."

"-I'M GOING TO DESTROY THOSE TIN CANS—"

"But his heart's in the right place."

"Yeah. Krillin's a nice guy. No one can deny that. Especially now."

"-AND THEN BALDY'S NEXT!"

"Boy. Krillin's really determined to help those two, huh?"

"…I think Vegeta's having a stroke. Can you have one of those, after you're already dead?"

They fell for an eternity. In his ears, under the sound of the rushing blood, Krillin could hear King Yemma asking, "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

It was literally impossible to scream. No more how much you wanted to.

"Are you sure you don't want to bring along any of your friends?"

Jagged black rocks stained with blood or rust pointed up towards him. If the obelisks from the upper world were teeth that needed a dentist, these needed just a strong man with a pair of pliers, they were so far gone.

The air would rush from his lungs, and there would be no pain, even as the blood rushed out of him to repaint the surroundings. He would hear the sound of it scraping on his spine. Then it would hit, as he squirmed and cried out, a bug on a pin. Eventually, he would die, either through severe shock and hemorrhaging, or if someone put him out of his misery. Here, he doubted there was much mercy to be found.

Juuhachigou and Juunanagou would point and laugh.

Krillin managed to get a lungful of air before he hit the pool of blood. Like icy glass, freezing him. Shouldn't blood be warm? This stuff was definitely not spaghetti sauce.

Training. I told Goku this would be good training for me.

He looked up at the yellow and orange striped sky. Then he swam sluggishly, limbs already exhausted, to the side of the lake and pulled himself up.

A giant familiar looked orb rested on a collection of huge blue-black spikes. On the globe played a not-unfamiliar game that made him wonder what was playing back in the rec center back 'home.' The only home he would ever have, for all of eternity. An endless time spent training with his friends, repeating the same stories, trapped there. Alienation. Solipsism? He wanted to sit Juuhachigou down and talk to her. The body is self, is the container your soul is kept in, and it will never age. This is what almost what my Master had lived with on Earth. This is how you lived? How? Ten years. Imagine it.

Look at her. See it.

Was it worth it? Wouldn't reincarnation be more kind? You are your soul, your body but how long can you live with that? Could you go insane, or was there something in being dead already that kept you from doing so? An attachment added to you that kept insanity at bay. People had been up there for years and years and years.

Were those stalactites or stalagmites?

He stood up, wrung blood from his clothes, and looked for his 'students.' His responsibility. Juunanagou was sitting nearby, dry, staring at the globe and yawning unselfconsciously. He had perfect teeth and a healthy pink tongue. His sister lay there, having not taken the fall with the same grace as her twin.

"Ow." Juuhachigou sounded surprised, staring up with no expression at the hideous sky.

"Whole lotta blue people here," Juunanagou said, helping his sister up when Krillin approached.

"What, did you go slaughter a few pigs with our backs turned?"

"Could go for some bacon," Juunanagou allowed, pointing at the bloody lake. "But he fell in there."

For once, she stared at him without hatred twisting her features. "Huh. It hasn't congealed. Any there aren't any clots. Looks fresh."

Krillin shuddered. "Let's go find the people in charge of this place." His clothes felt heavy, and the sounds they made with every step were indescribable.

Goku had even offered to come along for backup. 'Say, you sure you won't need help with those two?'

'What, naw, it's fine with just us.' He hadn't wanted, hadn't wanted the Saiyan to impede any progress he might make with the two. He was the naivest man to ever live and die. Arrogant. No way, best friend of mine who's supremely strong and good with people. Having you along might sure, save my skin, but hey, you also might somehow stop me from having a magical dream where Juuhachigou somehow turns into a good, normal person who would make out with him while her brother mysteriously disappeared.

Krillin remembered flying down a grey sky that seemed to reflect the rest of the dying Earth. Seeing the smoke rising from miles away, the broke pipes leaking water and fallen power lines. The bodies that no longer looked like anything human. Remembered the hope dying on Bulma's face when he and Gohan had returned to tell her, to tell her…

Remembered the bodies of humans who he was sworn to protect, and whom he'd failed. The mass graves. How disease soon broke out in the underground living facilities that were still too crude for so many people. The fighting that broke out for water and food and space, how some had to be banished, exiled, to protect everyone else.

Yet, yet these two beings needed him for protection down here. He was here to try and help them. They were, at the moment, in this literal Hell, the closest things he had to allies.

Krillin looked at them.

"Say, that guy over there looks familiar."

"Oh, no. It's The Ginyu Squad. Don't look; don't make eye contact."

"Why are they, are they dancing? Why are they dancing?"

"Don't make eye contact."

"Goddamnit. We still don't have our powers. Not even here."

"Goddamnit. Just look at the ground, Juunanagou."

They all tried to breathe, and not make eye contact with any of the people passing by. Exactly the opposite of the other Other world where fighter would have contest to hold their breath the longest before passing out, and where these two androids would just dare non-verbally people to attack them. Ironically, people up there were too honorable to start fights with a pair that looked so delicate.

Down here, it was like prison rules. Krillin kept remembering movies and TV shows that featured jails. And the shankings in the shower. Plus in the prison yards, and the laundry rooms. Never show your back to anyone here.

The training he'd undergone had of course made him more powerful. He'd never been so strong, or in possession of so many esoteric techniques. But Freiza was done here, and Cell (who thankfully had been killed by Trunks before he could absorb the cyborgs), and probably more than a few Saiyans, and many others who could readily smash his bald head in gleefully against the jagged stalagmite (stalactite?). His only allies were two teenagers who didn't look like they could do more than twenty pushup between them.

Still, good for everyone that they didn't have their powers. Everyone. Remember, they were bloodthirsty fiends and-

"How come Gero still has a see-through head?"

"Damn."

"I'm going to—"

"No. You can't, Juunanagou. You literally can't. You'd break your foot."

"…can you go kick his head off?"

"No."

Dead tree in the distance appeared to be reaching upward, grasping. Oh, there was Freiza, getting talked down to literally by his father. Zarbon, hair still fabulously combed. Racoome waving candy bar over Guido's head and making him jump for it. Goz, a troll hellkeeper, whom Krillin had met briefly during one of Baba's poker games, waved to him, then looked very, very disappointed.

'It's not like that,' was all Krillin could mouth.

Because then Cell, green hideously speckled, jumped in front of them. He licked that beaky orange mouth, face oddly skeletal for someone for someone who maybe only had an exoskeleton. All things that Krillin noted as he tried to get his heart to keep working. "Why, hello there."

"And what are you supposed to be?"

"Your future."

Both androids went pale and took a synchronized step back. "What? Is that a joke?"

"Back off before we rip that tail off."

The whites of his eyes were a sickening pink that King Kai's description hadn't done justice. They'd all wiped their foreheads after hearing that Trunks had put such a dangerous creature down. With even Vegeta giving a tight smile after hearing what his son had done. "And I didn't think I'd ever have the chance to meet you two."

"Cell, these aren't the androids you're looking for."

"What?"

"They aren't androids, anymore. Just humans. No robotic parts to them. So you can't become perfect."

"…" That ugly slit of a mouth opened and closed, trying to absorb this.

"Yeah, sorry. Not."

"I'm sorry, are we missing something?" Juunanagou demanded.

"What do you mean, he can't 'become perfect'? Are we supposed to be his plastic surgeons?"

"He's supposed to absorb you," Krillin explain.

"…absorb?"

They were examining Cell, truly trying to consider what such a vague term as 'absorb' could mean. Then the twins saw the tail twitched to his side like a plotting cat's tail might. "Oh."

"But he's not going to do that," Krillin continued. "Because that would do him no good and prove an empty gesture."

Cell's only response was to smile.

Krillin had a feeling it would come to this. He's known, like his entire life had been a slick barrel to slide down to this point. Everything he'd done since looking into that crystal ball had caused the first domino to trembled, then fall over. The knowledge of this cleaved his chest apart, but didn't slow him down in the least.

Instead, he shoved Juunanagou and told him to run faster. His sister hadn't needed any such instruction. If it came down to it, Juuhachigou would trip Krillin up and leave him behind as bait. They all knew it. Him, and possibly even her own twin if it meant she could get away.

Silence behind them.

He grabbed them, and pushed them behind a rock outcropping, before jumping behind them. "I think he's gone."

The other two were all flushed faces and dilated pupils. Nearly trembling, and looking behind them while simultaneously shoving themselves lower so as to not be seen and therefore dismantled and maybe tortured and maimed and such. "Fuck. This is horrible."

Neither of them had fully believed that they could be helpless. After so many years of crushing human beings like bugs, how could they be powerless? Forgotten completely about what Yemma had said, and how they'd even gotten to the Other World in the first place. Now they were trying to breathe silently, hair a mess, looking like any scared people. How humans back on Earth had hidden from them.

They had laughed at Cell, told him to 'bring it, you bug-faced creep.'

Only Krillin's quick intervention of swooping down to scoop them up had saved them from a downward stab of the creature's tail. Then he had to carry them, the twins throw over each shoulder, and scream for help while dodging the attempts at getting pinned. Memories of Freiza's horns, fear of others coming to join the green monster, ignoring the androids' screams for him to put them down and that she was wearing a skirt, you fucking perverted bald midget, oh god, you're getting blood all over us. And to stop groping them, which Krillin completely was not.

…Though, to be fair, it did get pretty hazy out there and he had been focused only on them not falling from him to Cell's grasp. The twins could only weakly kick and scratch and hiss, like less effectual cats. He'd seen a flash of blue from the corner of his eyes, maybe one of the ogres or a Ginyu Squad member, but either way it had distracted him.

The first blow had nearly brought unconsciousness. The hissing laughter confirmed that he was only toying with them for fun, that Cell belonged here most definitely, and that you could definitely feel pain in Hell.

Cell had indeed 'brought it'.

He'd nearly dropped the twins and told them to run, to get themselves to safety, all probably to their backs as they abandoned him immediately, but then some of the ogre helpers were coming over to wrestle Cell down. One of them had a baton, and it was not a pretty sight. The twins slipped off him, and they all watched the other android being beaten.

Then, together, the three wiped sweat and drying blood from their brows.

Krillin could almost have smiled, had he not known that it would have made the two besides him furious. He's saved them. Him. Okay, maybe the ogres had helped, but mostly him. The keepers would never have had the chance to save Juuhachigou and her brother if he hadn't been there to initially help them.

"Huh."

Shrugging, saying in an understated badass way the androids had that could rub off quite easily; cool as a fool, the short man just went, "Whatdayaknow."

Juunanagou tightened his handkerchief. "That's pretty cool. Wouldn't mind getting one of those cattle prods."

Then they did an about face to come in contact with Gero. Only the insane scientist was happy to see them. In fact, he was probably the happiest person to have laid eyes on the twin androids. Despite them having turned on him, there was nearly an excited twinkle in those same dead blue eyes. Had he done that on purpose, giving them all the same eye color, so they would more closely resemble his children? You could really, really see his brain through the glass. Though you couldn't tell if his brain was the sickly green-blue of candy that Gohan was forbidden to eat on Earth as a child, or if it was just the glass. Did Juunanagou and Juuhachigou have the same thing, beneath the shiny heads of hair?

"Ah. But this is perfect! Now I can put my plan for the ultimate android into place."

Almost immediately, with a strange joining of wills and senses, they turned and began running. None could fight him, reasoning with a crazy man that had turned you and your brother already into androids years ago was obviously futile, and running was the best chance to see out the day. So to speak. Even Krillin understood this, despite never having even met Gero before.

And now, together, they all cowered. Like humanly scared animals, because that's exactly what they all were.

"Is he still there?"

"Dunno."

"God. This is your fault!" Juuhachigou suddenly hissed, turning to punch Krillin ineffectually in the chest. They both looked at her first, porcelain against his dark blue shirt.

"You done yet?"

"Goddamnit." She inhaled, eyes huge, furious. "Moron. I wish I could twist your head off."

"Oh, calm down." Krillin waved a hand in her face, thoughtlessly.

"You pathetic little shit. You filthy fucking human."

"Like you're any different. You're human, Juuhachigou! Just as human as I am. Even if you act like a sociopath. A human sociopath."

"Knock it off, you two. I think I hear someone coming."

They all listened carefully.

"You know," Krillin whispered. "There's a woman here. This woman, named Enma. Who runs this torture system."

"So what?" Juuhachigou hissed back, trying not to raise her head to look at where Gero might be.

"I was hoping to take you two there."

"What?"

Running with heavily dampened clothes flapping behind them, clinging to his body. Probably smelling of a butcher shop. Closed his eyes and recalled the happier moments of his life such as the brief period of happiness with his ex-girlfriend, finding a family at Kame House even if it had been made up of Oolong, Roshi, occasionally Launch, and Goku and Bulma and Yamcha, being able to help fight those that had tried to kill the innocent throughout his life. All that would be destroyed if someone killed him again. Wiped from existence.

No more unhappiness or fear. No more anything.

"Then maybe you two will appreciate what you have now. Torture tends to make you feel better about your own situation. As long as you aren't the one being tortured. She's got a whole system, from what I've heard."

"So, this was less a training mission, than it was a fieldtrip."

"What's the difference?" His voice was despondent, even to his own ears.

"Aw. C'mon buddy." Juunanagou punched his shoulder, just like how the other fighters would when attempting to cheer him up. "We can go to the torture room. If it'll cheer you up."

Juuhachigou stared at them, eyes wide. "Had no idea the shrimp was into sado-masochism."

"Really?"

He blacked out, partially in the bathroom for the first time that didn't involve a torn ankle that had allowed him only to make it to the restroom before becoming too much, or hiding from Vegeta for so long he'd fall asleep. Coming awake to polite knocking, and terrible paralyzing memories of literally icy eyes, soaking warm hands almost slipping away from him, of clinging black shirts and thin hair stuck to flushed cheeks. The blue eyes calm with a grim knowledge and the way they'd widened when he hadn't done exactly what they would have. There was a nice pair of boots facing the partition. Someone, someone with a small hand, knocked again politely at the door. Krillin cringed further back onto his seat.

Only one person could be so smug and wore those shoes.

"So. The tour didn't go exactly how you expected. Okay, we were nearly drowned. You turned out to be the ticklish man in all of Hell, and broke the machine from the force of your laughter. Weird, but that's you-you should expect that by now.

"The utterly redundant sauna that was there to, I guess, boil the skin from our bones or something equally disgusting. Thank you, by the way, for not encouraging my brother by laughing at his joke about how the thing broken because he was too 'hot' for it. Ugh. And thanks for getting us out of there. And for the towels. Too bad you didn't get a bath, because you're still covered in that blood. You left a trail in here, for me to follow. Was that on purpose? Are you trying to be symbolic?

"Anyway. Good thing they let Juunanagou keep his gun. Or else we wouldn't have been shot us out of the ice.

"At least when Gero found us, we were able to turn that freezing machine onto him. That was quick thinking, for you. Funny too, to see him like that. Couldn't do a damn thing. Might have been nice to bring it along, as a souvenir. That kind of made this entire trip worth it, just to be able to taunt that old bastard.

"Ultimately, we survived. But we'd like to leave now. Do you hear me? Time to go.

"Hel-loooo?"

He pulled his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them.

"Krillin. I know you're in there."

She tapped her foot a few times. "Why are you hiding in the bathroom?"

"Because."

"That's not much of an answer." She sounded almost playfully, stalking around the bathroom with the heels of her boots echoing on the tile. The android sighed like this was the most boring moment of her life. Which it wasn't. Since she no longer technically had a human mortal life anymore. So there.

"Get out here Krillin. I'm getting stares from coming in the men's room. Especially from the guy at the urinal here."

"Eeey, girly, where are you from?" The accent and voice overall was familiar. He saw red legs when he looked underneath the door.

"Get away from me!"

"Aw, fine, fine. 'Ave fun in here then. But the Boss is coming in pretty soon, and you might want to get your business done with before then." Then the Ginyu squad member strolled out, whistling.

"Gross. Just gross." Krillin could imagine her narrowing her eyes psychotically, fists bunched and white with anger. "And I can't even hurt him."

"I'm sorry."

"You're not. And I don't need any pity. Especially from you."

"Well. I don't like the guy either."

"Oh?" She sounded less pissed off. "So you'd be willing to kill him for me? Finally, an upside to having you hang around me."

"I'm not going to hurt anyone on your behalf!"

"Really? So if I got attacked, you wouldn't help me? Because you did. With Cell. And Gero."

"Maybe I was just helping your brother. He has a much better attitude about things."

"Because he doesn't care about anything."

"Better than only caring about hurting people."

"Hey." She kicked the door. "At least I have a goal in mind. It's important to have a plan in place. Maybe you just want to sit there and soak in self-pity…or are you having another panic attack?"

They hadn't even helped anyone. Saved anyone. Learning any empathy or regret for the suffering they'd caused. Again, he was a failure. As usual. Wonder what the other Krillin's doing right now. Enjoying being married to a wonderful woman who gave him a child, spending time on Earth with his still-alive friends.

Not having a huge regret hanging over his head, wondering whether or not his entire life was a worthless waste of time and energy that would continue on for eternity.

That guy had all the breaks, really. And hair. Awesome hair.

How come his own timeline was so horrible? Did they all deserve to have died at the hands of the androids? Shouldn't there be some sort of cosmic justice to their suffering? Besides being up here, and allowed to train more for endless fights that would even make Vegeta wary on long days, to drive the Saiyan Prince to sighing in the locker rooms along with everyone else. Only Goku loved it up here. All the time up here to become stronger, and no one to protect.

He switched his chin to rest on the other hand. Except for saving the androids from Cell. He'd managed to do that. And still had no clear idea how he was supposed to feel about such a gesture. Neither of the twins were exactly pleased, aside from Juunanagou's grin at finding his old Master trapped in ice and Juuhachigou wanting to go back home with him.

After apparently decided that he wasn't going to say anything, Juuhachigou continued, voice rising. "You should be glad I didn't like you or express any interest."

"Uh. Okay?"

"Any guy I liked, Juunanagou would kill immediately."

"I'm…sorry?"

"Hey, maybe that's why he killed you?" The blonde woman laughed to herself mostly. Only she really could take her sense of humor.

"What? Really?" His face burned. Clearly he had suffered some brain damage that also hearing damage. This was a hallucination brought on by a broken blood vessel. And not a good hallucination either. Really would have taken the disinterest than having her be into him in anyway. Ah, the final cherry on this entire horrible endeavor: he no longer wanted Juuhachigou to feel anything for him.

Better apathy than interest. Right? Remember how she looked being pulled out of that sauna, all flushed, scared. Looking like any innocent young woman, that vulnerable girl that might be beneath the murderer and robotic parts that the other Krillin had found. Had brought forth.

Did that guy just have something that he lacked? Some quality, or was it just luck? Or maybe that Juuhachigou was completely different, since she didn't seem to have killed everyone. A sweet-natured woman who could laugh and tease without hatred in her eyes, smile at things other than his suffering. He could have loved that woman. Or even thought of her without snakes curling in his stomach to twist with guilt and fear and anger, to admire her without shame and with actual appreciation than a dull fear that she might hurt someone (him), for looking at her. Or for not looking at her. To see her as a person whom he could converse with, share a bond and room with, for her to be his partner and other half.

If only 'his' own blonde cyborg was like that, someone sane and normal.

If only she weren't…Juuhachigou.

"Well. Not really. He killed you because you were annoying, and trying to stop him from killing other humans. And that you were a human. In case you haven't noticed, we're not too crazy about those."

"Oh."

"But maybe he…okay, no. I'm evil and all that, but I'm not a liar. Much. Often."

"Juuhachigoouuu!"

"Stop it. People might here. They might think horrible things."

"Okay. Sure. Sure." Pure courage that dragged him out to the battlefield despite common sense pushed out the next words. She couldn't get back at him, after all. Really, what could she do? What could she do? Glare at him? She did that already? "But I think you and I both know the truth. Deny it all you want. If it makes you feel better."

Immediately, she was sputtering and smashing her fists against the door that had a lock the size of a stick of gum. He had to hold the door shut and try not to giggle at the same time. "Bastard! Don't you laugh."

"Hehehe, you know you like it. The sound of it brings joy rushing to your heart. That withered black heard grew three sizes right now."

"You are so lucky that I don't have my powers at this exact moment. But I will get you for this, shrimp."

"Aw. You have a nickname for me."

"Uuuugh. Ugh. Ughhgh."

"It's nice to feel so wanted."

"Ugh. I wish I had your head on a spiky pole."

They were connecting. Maybe. A little. He was smiling, and she was leaning against the door in disgusted tiredness. Almost touching. Krillin had never felt so familiar with her. Knowing all of her awful twists, the sound of her voice when it was sarcastic and when it was amused and when it was no longer time to joke around.

He still had no idea how the other him and the other Juuhachigou had gotten together, but maybe it had been something like this? God awful, and made Krillin rethink his stance on those two's marriage. Had that other Juuhachigou, who spent hours just trying to get her daughter to finally fall asleep, started off evil before becoming kind?

"How I wish I'd never met you," Juuhachigou whispered mostly to herself.

"Me too. Especially your brother. Since he was the one to murder me, and all. Where is he, anyway?"

"I got the worse end of the stick. Having to deal with some other version of me being crazy and tasteless enough to hook up with you. And Juunanagou's waiting outside, throwing stuff at the people in cages."

"He really shouldn't do that…And are you talking about the nice one? The good you?"

"The crazy one. Blind and crazy."

"Non-murderous sociopath. Looks better in jeans."

"Now, those are fighting words. Get out and face me like a man." She shook the door again, to no avail. Again.

"You sure about that?"

"You want to see what will happen, shrimp?"

"What, you gonna give me a swirly? Like you could!"

The playfulness was evaporating, and he could feel his blood pressure rising. How good, if sounding terrible, to just beat each other up and be too tired to fight anymore. If only she was a little stronger, enough just to make the fight less one-sided. Bash each other's brains in until they were at peace.

"I'll shove your entire head down the toilet until you drown!"

The sound of a being opening the door made the two fall silent. Someone wearing that white-gold armor entered the room-someone purple-legged—appeared to take one look at presumable the blonde woman yelling at someone through the partition, and then swiftly left.

Juuhachigou remained silent, even after his footsteps retreated.

Imagining punching and kicking each other into unconsciousness made him want to leave this sordid stall. Hopefulness running through his veins, reminding him that there were things worth leaving the bathroom for. And to see his friends again. Maybe to check in on that other Krillin, and make sure him and his own family were doing okay. Had to leave to do that. Time to leave.

That, and Jeice's warning made him reach for the lock.

"…Say. I bet Chaotzu has that bar he was talking about up and running."

"A bar?"

"Yep."

"You're telling me to go get drunk. With you. You are asking me for a drink."

"Um. I guess. Not, like, that way. You know. I just think we deserve a drink."

The tip of one delicate finger tapped the door several times. "For once in your life, shrimp, you may be right about something."

"I guess we should head back. Before more people realize we're here."

"Yep."

"Back home."

Juunanagou was reaching out, tempting fate, trying to grab at a cloud. "Is this stuff solid?"

The other two watched him, waiting patiently, if a little awkwardly among the neatly lined up souls. With their bodies, they felt slightly out of place. Krillin still felt guilty about how he and the androids had cut in line. "Wonder if the other androids were reincarnated?"

"Who?"

"The ones that didn't kill people, but didn't fight either?"

"Don't know."

"Just…makes you think about fate, and free will."

"What?" Blue eyes narrowed.

"Know there are some Red Ribbon Army guys. That looked human."

"What were you saying, about 'free will'?"

"It's just…I think there was a couple of androids, from the red ribbon insignia. But, well, if they were programmed and had to follow orders, does that mean that they weren't responsible."

She was doing this thin-lipped smile. "Do you think you're honestly being subtle?"

"Not really."

"We knew exactly what we were doing. We wanted to kill all those humans? How many were there, you think? Couple billion, maybe?"

"Yes, you're a murderer. That's all you are. I got it."

Juuhachigou was pursing her mouth, thinking something over. "That's not all we are. We had hobbies besides that. I enjoy fashion. My brother knows how to make a decent pot roast."

They watched, and then reached out to grab the back of her twin's t-shirt before he tumbled back down towards Hell. Juuhachigou stopped looking like she wanted to kill him, instead transferring her rage to the darker android. Ah, Juunanagou, always good to ease the tension with his reckless antics. Even if he complained about stretching out his favorite shirt.

Piccolo was waiting there to greet them at the front desk. Like they'd just gone on a simple vacation, rather than a trip literally down to Hell that had been compounded by the even more difficult getting onto the rickety plane that led out. Having to be crammed onto the seats meant only for one person, and that person was Gohan, when he'd been six. Trying his hardest not to exhale and bring himself even closer to Juuhachigou, who was looking at him like he was gum on her shoes that wouldn't come off. And had to pay for the privilege of wearing the candy-clued shoes in the first place. "I am shocked you are still alive."

"We…aren't."

"Still in possession of your bodies, then. Relatively unhurt. If covered in blood." His black eyes focused on Krillin's somewhat dented and soggy appearance.

"What could we have done? Not like we could even fight."

"You could've retained your abilities and parts. But that would have meant being in hell. As in, residing there."

A pair of mouths fell open. While Krillin's own was pressed into an unhappy line. "No one mentioned that. At all."

"Albeit, you would have had guards watching you."

"Better than Krillin."

Juunanagou turned to King Yemma. "I definitely am going to need a cattle prod."

"Don't give him one." Both Juuhachigou and Krillin recommended.

"Especially after listening to these two flirt the entire trip. It was just awful. But we're back," the dark-haired android said, ignoring the looks that Krillin and Juuhachigou gave him. And the disturbed looks Yemma and Piccolo exchanged.

"I think I'm going to need the cattle prod now."