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[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Day 4: All About Marron!

So obviously this will be a continuation of my last entry, taking place at least a few months after that last entry. I am really really enjoying this event and can’t thank @chestnutisland enough for hosting it! :) 

Alright Here’s the Link to the info post, as always. 

Hope you all like this entry! Let’s get right to it! :)

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Since Trunks’ Birthday Party, Android 18 had been getting checkups with Bulma (it wasn’t a good idea for a cyborg/Android to go to a hospital, after all) and so far, everything was going smoothly in the pregnancy. 

Krillan was over the moon with elation for his coming child. Every moment he could, he was with 18, usually with his hand holding hers or on her stomach. 

While normally she would stiffen and refuse these displays, she gladly accepted them, bathing in the fact that this was her life now, that she had a family and a child on the way. 

When she was reactivated to deal with Goku and his friends, she had never imagined that she’d end up not only turning to their side but settling down with and marrying someone she’d once been in a position to kill. 

She wouldn’t change a single thing, though. She found herself loving this new life of hers, living each day feeling satisfied and happy. 

=#=#=#=#=

They were nearing the day their kid was due, and Krillan was getting almost paranoid about 18’s safety. “Honey, I’m fine, I promise. You need to stop.” She says, trying her best to be patient. 

“Yeah, but, 18, I- -”

“Can let me cook. You’ve cooked almost every night these last few months. It’s about time I did my share.” She instructs, standing despite him trying to gently push her back down. 

“Bu-but- -” 

“No, Krillan. You need to remember that I know my limits. I can decide what I can and can’t do.” He sighs, handing her the apron he was holding. 

“...Okay. I’m sorry I keep doing everything for you, but I can’t help it!” 18 smiles. She loved that he cared so much for her that he was willing to provide everything for her during her pregnancy and out of it. She leans down and cups his cheek. 

“I know, honey.” She gives him a kiss. “And it’s very sweet of you. Let me repay you.” He leans his forehead against hers in submission. 

“Alright alright. Love you.” She straightens. 

“Love you, too.” 

=#=#=#=#=

“Krillan.” 

“Mmmmm...” he groans, turning back over. 

“Krillan, get up!” 18 insists, shaking him harder. He groans louder and tries to burrow back under the covers, mind muddled by sleep. 18 yanks the covers off. “The baby’s coming!” She hisses and instantly he’s awake. 

“Oh crap! Sorry honey!” He exclaims, hurriedly grabbing pants and a shirt as 18 struggles to stand. He has Bulma on speed-dial as he helps her into some loose sweatpants and throws a hoodie over her maternity tank top. He then helps her toward the door. Luckily, even now, he’d kept up the strength needed to carry and fly with his wife for the length of time it took to get to Capsule Corp (having flown 18 to a few of her checkups to make sure he could get 18 to Bulma for the delivery). She clung to his neck and shirt as an unexpected amount of pain wracked her body. This baby wasn’t making it easy on her, it seemed. 

Krillan bites his lip, trying to fly faster as 18 groans and moans in his arms, her hand slowly tightening on his shirt. He knew she was in a lot of pain, and wanted to get to Bulma as fast as possible so his friend could help 18. 

He doesn’t have a hand to knock at the door, but luckily Bulma was already waiting for them, assuring them inside and to the lab prepped for them. 

Krillan was instructed to wait outside, and he almost insisted on staying with 18 but realized that, though he was insanely worried about his wife, he’d only get in the way, not knowing what to do to birth a baby. “Alright, but if you need any help, please let me know.” He mumbles, feeling helpless as Bulma nods and the door closes. Bulma nods in acknowledgment, unable to spare a verbal response.

For what felt like an eternity, he waited outside the lab. 

“Krillan?” Trunks’ voice broke Krillan out of his thoughts. 

“Oh. Sorry to wake you up, Trunks.” Krillan mumbles. 

“S’alright.” The boy replies easily. “Is your baby here?” Trunks asks, looking at the lab door. Krillan nods, leaning his head against the wall. 

“Yeah...well, almost. She’s still giving birth.” Krillan explains tiredly. Now that the excitement and adrenaline were wearing off, he was getting tired again. 

“Oh. Babies are weird.” He says. Krillan laughs. 

“Yeah...but I can’t wait to meet her.” They’d wanted to know what the gender was, and asked Bulma to tell them. 

Just then, there’s footsteps approaching and Krillan doesn’t need to read the energy to know who it is. 

“Trunks, back to bed. Now.” Vegeta instructs sternly, wearing sweatpants and looking irritated at being awake in the middle of the night. Trunks stands. 

“Okay, dad.” He replies, then turns to Krillan, yawning. “Hope things go well.” He says. Krillan smiles. 

“Thanks, buddy, now get back to bed.” Trunks nods tiredly and walks off with Vegeta. Krillan would swear he saw Trunks grab Vegeta’s hand as they rounded the corner, but Krillan knew he’d die if he asked Vegeta, so he just smiled and continued to wait. 

“So. The android is having the child.” Krillan was surprised Vegeta came back but nodded. 

“Yeah. Sorry to barge in in the middle of the night like this.” He mumbles, unsure what to say. Vegeta scoffs. 

“Like you could take her to a hospital.” He points out in his usual gruff manner. Krillan nods. 

“You got a point. Still, I appreciate it.” 

“You better. Bulma will be cranky in the morning.” Krillan laughs awkwardly and decides not to force more conversation. He sits there waiting and soon enough, Bulma comes back out. Krillan stands. Bulma seems surprised Vegeta is there, but also happy. 

“Hey, honey.” She greets Vegeta, then turns to Krillan. “The delivery went well. You can go in now.” He hurries inside, the door shutting behind him. 

There on the bed was 18, exhausted, but holding a swaddled bundle that could only be his little Marron.

He had talked a lot with 18 about name ideas, and the one 18 liked the best was, surprisingly, Marron. 

Of course, Krillan had confessed before they got serious in their relationship about his ex-girlfriend, Maron. 18 had been mature about the whole thing, trusting Krillan when he explained that his feelings for Maron had dissipated soon after he saw her flirt with and ride off with another guy literally minutes after they ended things. They talked seriously about the situation and the name and agreed that Marron was a good name for their daughter, in the end. 

Now, he sits beside 18 on the edge of the bed, getting a look at his new baby girl. His eyes teared up in utter joy at seeing the wonderful miracle in front of him. 

There were tiny tufts of hair that seemed blonde, and their daughter shared Krillan’s unusual lack of a nose, but without the markings on his forehead. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect human being, 18 aside. 

“Sh-she’s amazing.” He murmurs thickly, elated tears flowing down his cheeks. 18 leans her head tiredly against Krillan, nodding. 

“Of course she is. We’re her parents.” Krillan laughs. 

“You got a point there, honey.” They stare at Marron for a long time until sleep slowly comes over them.

=#=#=#=#=

The following morning was a little awkward, but Krillan and 18 took Marron home without incident, arriving home just as Marron woke up from her morning nap. Marron had, luckily, slept until she woke her parents up at around 7:00 in the morning, resulting in a very tired Krillan and 18 flying home, but the pair wouldn’t have it any other way.

They finally had their baby. Their little Marron. “I think Marron’s hungry. I’ll feed her, you sleep. I’m feeling better now.” Krillan had almost forgotten the endless energy supply inside 18, and nods, yawning. 

“If you’re sure, honey.” he replies. 18 gently pushes him toward their bedroom. 

“Go get some sleep.” She urges and there aren’t any more complaints from Krillan as he heads toward the bed. 

18 grabs a bottle and the formula mix. Unfortunately, while she could have children, it seemed Gero’s experiments had taken her ability to give milk, so she had to use formula. Luckily, Bulma was able to invent an additive that used 18’s DNA to make the formula more like it was 18’s breastmilk. 

18 could never thank Bulma enough for her help, though 18 would likely never verbalize that to her directly. 

She had never been one for mushy, sentimental junk. She would try though, in this instance. 

After drinking the bottle, Marron was sleepy again, and 18 rocked her like she’d seen in some parenting videos she’d researched in preparation for being a parent. Marron is fairly quick to fall asleep, fussing only a little. 

18 was finally alone to process everything. And she was unbelievably happy, unsure what she did to deserve this family she found herself in, but unwilling to trade them or lose them. 

She vowed, sitting there on the couch, that she would do whatever it took to protect her family. 

Always. 

[tableguyic]

10/15/2019 - Day 15

Style study - animu on the top, and original studies below. I made the guy krillan, but the girl doesn’t really look like bulma

FYI - I’m moving to twitter after inktober! https://twitter.com/tableguyart

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest day 7 (final entry): Happy K18 day!

Here we are. The final day of Chestnutfest. Gosh this feels kinda weird lol, but um I’ve had an absolute blast! 

And this is all thanks to @chestnutisland who organized and created this amazing event! :) 

Here’s the Link so you all can see what this event was and get an idea of what will happen next year, should Chestnut decide to grace us with another Chestnutfest. 

Also, please understand that, given that Goku and Chi-chi’s wedding wasn’t that different (as I understand what happened in said wedding) from an American wedding, so please feel free to gently correct if I misrepresented or inaccurately portrayed anything. I love Android 18 and Krillan as a couple and as individual characters, and try to convey that love in these stories. 

And now without further ado, let’s get into the story! 

God Bless and Good Day

~The Lupine Sojourner

Today was the day. 

Today was the day Krillan would finally marry the woman of his dreams. 

Sure she’d only recently come into his dreams, but damn did she make an impression. From initial attraction to her appearance alone to genuine love and affection, their relationship had been a roller coaster. One he was not about to get off anytime soon. 

So here he stood at the head of the rows of chairs, awaiting his bride-to-be. It was still so crazy to him that she was about to be married. And to him of all people. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew he wasn’t the most attractive guy out there, but there was something...something that made the amazing Android 18 talk to and then date and now marry him. 

He gulps down some nerves and takes a breath. She wasn’t backing out and he was serious about marrying her. He’d work from there. 

Okay, okay Krillan. Breathe. It’ll be fine. Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes...and he’d be a married man. That was still so amazing to him. 

“You okay?” Yamcha asks, leaning over from where he stood as a groomsman. Krillan didn’t want a best man and 18 didn’t want a maid of honor, so they just had bridesmaids and groomsman. Krillan takes a breath. 

“Yeah I think I’m good.” He replies, smiling. 

“Don’t sweat it dude. You’ll kill it out there.” Krillan chuckles. This was a wedding. Basically, all he had to do was say ‘I do’ and assure 18 that he loved her.

“Thanks, man.” He murmurs back. There were a few more moments of silence, then...then the processional began to play. His nerves sky-rocketed again, cheeks and face heating up as he awaited- -holy shit. 

Holy- -she was absolutely stunning! It may not have been a super complex dress, but she wore it so well. She didn’t even have a veil and she didn’t have a diadem on her head. She only had a clip to pin the hair behind her ear. It looked like a sprig of forget-me-nots that matched her eyes. 

Krillan was sure he had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life as she strode down the aisle alone, 17 still loose and without memory of who her father was. “Hey, Krillan, here.” Yamcha whispers, handing him a handkerchief. Krillan wasn’t sure when the tears began to flow, but there they were. She was so gorgeous and she was becoming his wife! How was he not supposed to cry?!

“Thanks.” He whispers back, slipping the handkerchief into his pocket. 

18 smiles at him and he has to dig the handkerchief back out. She was just so beautiful! She arrives, handing the bouquet of flowers to Bulma, who was one of the few bridesmaids and happened to be closest to 18. 

“Stop crying, idiot. We’re just getting married.” She murmurs, making sure to smirk a little. He sniffles and pulls himself together a bit. 

“I know. You’re just so pretty.” He mumbles back, smiling like the sun at her. Her cheeks heat up. 

“Th-thank you.” She murmurs. The short speech by the officiate (they managed to get a local judge who didn’t know the group or 18 to agree to officiate) and the vows pass quickly for Krillan, who was staring at 18 the entire time. 

“You may now kiss your bride.” The officiate says, and Krillan, while tempted to fly up to kiss her, was already standing on a stepstool. He kisses her passionately, eager to pour his love and affection for her into the kiss. Everyone was cheering, there were wolf-whistles, but it was all background noise to Krillan as his attention was squarely on his new wife. 

“You sure know how to kiss.” 18 murmurs, cheeks flushed and eyes a bit wide. He smirks and straightens. 

“I know.” He replies, winking at her. She laughs. 

“Now, we can sneak away for a quick bite to eat before the reception.” She says. She doesn’t eat much of anything, but Krillan needed food. He’d been too nervous for breakfast and too carried away in the preparations to eat lunch. Krillan nods, stepping off the stool and letting 18 lead the way to their small side room. 

“I can’t believe I got so lucky.” He murmurs when they’re alone. 18 turns from where she’d been walking to the table. 

“Hmm?” Krillan blushes. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that.

“I just mean...I get to have this amazing life and now I get to marry an amazing woman who just so happens to also be the most gorgeous woman on Earth. I wouldn’t change a thing that led me here.” He confesses. 18 walks over, smiling. 

“For the record, I think you’re amazing, too.” She says softly, crouching a little to look him in the eye. He smiles at her, going for a kiss. 

“You need to eat, Krillan.” 18 says after the kiss concludes. Krillan nods. 

“So do you, 18. At least a little.” She sighs. 

“Alright. Just a small bit.” 

=#=#=#=#=

“Hey, uh, 18?” Krillan asks, unsure how exactly to phrase this question as they get to Krillan’s place, where 18 agreed to move in. 

“Yes, Krillan?” She replies, taking out the clip and setting the bouquet down on the table. 

“Um...I want to ask you something, but please don’t take the question the wrong way okay?” 18 turns to him. 

“Ask it.” She replies. He shuffles and squirms as he tries to think of how to put it. 

“Well, ah, I wanted to know...why you like me?” He decides on, still squirming, playing with his sleeves. “I mean, I’m not the most attractive guy, or the most powerful, and, well, I guess I- -”

“You believed in me.” She interjects, wondering how Krillan of all people could be self-conscious like this. “No one else would have spared me if they saw me in the ground like you did.” She continues, idly taking her shoes off as if she were discussing the weather. “I liked you even more when you used the wish to bring my brother back, misguided though the notion was. And you stood by me when others didn’t trust that I was actually on your side. I like you because you saw something in me that day, and when you crushed the remote, I felt like you understood me somehow.” Krillan was speechless. 

He had never quite been able to verbalize just what about 18 he liked so much, but there she goes, summing it up perfectly. Somehow, he just knew she was better than what she’d done before Cell came along. Somehow, he knew she was good. 

And he’d protected her when no one else would as a result, unsure at the time as to why, but knowing it was the right thing to do. 

“Gosh 18, you put it into words.” He replies, scratching the back of his neck. 18 smiles and kisses his cheek. 

“I try.” He can’t hold back anymore, scooping his wife up and carrying her into the bedroom. 

He’d show her just how much he loved her. 

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Prompt 1: Shared Dream/Gift

So I am trying to challenge myself to do new things this year, and as such when I stumbled upon this Krillan/18 fest, I figured why not? 

This fest is all thanks to @chestnutisland and we all owe them a debt of gratitude for organizing an even to appreciate one of my favorite couples in Dragonball. 

If y’all want in on the action, Here’s a link to the post with the info! 

Anyway,I will try my best to do every prompt! We shall see though lol! Hope y’all like this! I wanted to try a Soulmate AU. 

I also briefly use my OC, Sarada, in this story. She is Vegeta’s younger sister and her love interest is Piccolo. :)

Fair warning: no real editing went on after writing and it is past midnight, but I wanted to get this out. Hope this doesn’t suck too bad! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Krillan was confused. Once a week, he had his Dream. 

It was supposed to be a hint at who his Soulmate was, but it was confusing. 

In the dream, he was trembling and facing a drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman in a white shirt and black vest with a pearl necklace, black gloves, and bracelets around her slender yet strong looking wrists. He seemed afraid of her, like she would murder him. 

But she, this mystery woman, was apparently his soulmate, right? So why was she his enemy? 

But then she came over, smiling, and kissed his cheek. If she was the enemy, why would she kiss him like that? 

Maybe she was messing with him, or maybe she realized who he was in that moment. 

The only way to find out was to wait. 

=#=#=#=#=

Android 18 had almost forgotten the Dream, wondering who the bald man trembling before her was. 

She never put stock in the Soul Dreams or whatever they were called. Neither did she think she had a Soulmate since she was...upgraded. 

She ignored her dreams, and after a while, she hardly even noticed them. 

Then...there he was. Android 17 and her had taken care of his little friends in their quest to find and kill Goku. She almost didn’t recognize him. So what she’d seen him in her dreams occasionally? Meant nothing to her. 

The kiss was to unbalance them so the bald guy would be less likely to follow them. 

And it seemed to work. As he was unbalanced, trembling where he stood. 

So why was her heart beating faster, her cheeks feeling warmer than normal? 

And why was she feeling a little tingly? 

=#=#=#=#=

Krillan was stunned. Up til now, he had never known who his soulmate was. 

Now he knew...and he had no idea what to do. 

There was no mistaking it. That tingling feeling that spread from where her lips met his cheek to his whole body sealed his fate; his Soulmate was an Android. 

He never would have guessed he’d be paired with Android 18, the being that could (and did in an alternate timeline) kill everyone he knew and cared about, him following suit, apparently. 

He didn’t know how to handle this. 

So he didn’t bring it up. He just kept going...until he was handed the detonator. 

Now, he literally held his soulmate’s life in his hands. He had the power to blow her up. 

While it would ensure Cell couldn’t become perfect, it would also mean...he would never have a soulmate. 

He tried. He honestly tried to make himself do it. 

But he failed. He couldn’t actually hit the button. He smashed the remote beneath his heel. 

He’d do what he could to protect her from Cell, little as he was aware that was. He’d try to make sure the fact that the woman Cell was after was his soulmate wouldn’t destroy the world and everything he cared about. 

=#=#=#=#=

Android 18 turned to spot the bald man who gave her those weird sensations before standing there. It took only another second to see why. 

He held a remote in his hands, and she could only assume what it did. Her heart skipped. She thought he...she didn’t think he’d…

But of course he would. It was between her and the world. What other choice could he have made? 

What other choice did she expect him to--wait what?! He--he smashed the remote! Why?! 

“You can sneak off to the other side!” He barks. She was too stunned to move. Why did it effect her so much? Why did her heart kick up again, and why did that tingling return?

“Why are you doing this?” She asks. “You could have shut me down, but you didn’t. What are you trying to achieve?” He started, like he hadn’t expected that question.

“We-well, you see...um...we need to talk.” Was all he said, but it struck some chord in her, somewhere very deep. It made her heart beat faster, her cheeks heat up. She almost realized what he was talking about, her body reacting to the impending realization. 

Unfortunately, that feeling was suddenly ruined when Trunks noticed what Krillan had done and was doing, grew upset, and drew Cell’s attention to them. 

Add to that a powerful flash of light from Cell, and it was a recipe for disaster. As soon as the tail enveloped her, her world went absolutely blank. 

=#=#=#=#=

“Destroy it now! It’s still alive!” Those words almost paralyzed Krillan. How could Vegeta be so cruel to someone who needed help? 

“No! She’s hurt!” Vegeta’s eyes narrow. “C’mon, she’s not that bad! She just needs some help, that’s all!’ Krillan narrowed his eyes. He wouldn’t let anyone kill Android 18. 

Now he just had to tell everyone why he was suddenly so protective of her. 

“You’re pathetic!” Vegeta growls. Krillan could live with that. As long as 18 survived. “Go do what you want to.” Vegeta continues resignedly. It as clear he didn’t like what was happening, but Krillan could appreciate Vegeta’s restraint here. He nods. 

“Thank you.” He flew all the way to Kami’s lookout with her. 

After everything that had happened, it was a small ray of hope that Android 18, his soulmate, was alive. He just had to tell her that they were soulmates and then convince her that it wasn’t the end of the world. 

And then he had to tell his friends that he was soulmates with the being that could’ve killed them. 

He stayed with her as everyone processed the events they’d witnessed. Krillan himself took a few moments himself to start his own processing. 

The might Gohan had displayed, the cowardly tactic Cell resorted to, and the price they all paid for it. It all happened so fast. It wasn’t that long ago that 18 had kissed his cheek, and started this entire thing. And he had then lost and found her again. He didn’t intend to lose her again. 

=#=#=#=#=

18 came to all at once, feeling strangely okay. She jack-knifed into a seated position. That bald man was the first thing she saw, and for some reason that calmed her a little. 

The next thing she noticed was that she wasn’t on the island she’d been absorbed on. She was laying on some stone floor of a kind of courtyard. She then noticed no visible landmarks around her. In fact, there didn’t seem to be anything around wherever she was. 

That erased any comfort the bald man’s presence had brought her as she instantly got to her feet. She hated being somewhere she didn’t know.

Someone was saying something, but she wasn’t paying attention, as she looked around. There was a small Namekian near her, as well as a strange being that was pitch black colored. Nothing made sense. Where was she? 

Seeing the bald man smile at her made her feel a tiny bit better, but she was still very overwhelmed. “Hey, we can put the past behind us, can’t we?” He asked. 18 was too focused on her surroundings to answer. “Now that Gohan’s beat Cell,” (at the cost of his best friend) “we can all be friends!” That snapped her out of her paralysis. 

“Gohan did?” She replies. 

“You bet he did! Gohan’s incredibly strong, so you can forget about punching holes in anyone!” That made no sense, so 18 ignored it. 

“You should thank Krillan, 18.” The larger Namekian muses. She just now noticed that he was even there. 18 then looks at the bald man. Krillan, huh? An odd name for an odd man. Speaking of Krillan, his smile grew as the larger Namaekian continues. “He stayed at your side the entire time since Cell spit you out.” Besides the fact that Cell apparently spat her out, 18 was stunned that someone she was prepared to kill, who could have killed her, could care enough about her to stay with her. Krillan blanched, unprepared to reply. 

“D-aahh, it was nothing, really. I mean, I enjoyed it- -I mean, I couldn’t leave you there.” The boy, Gohan, seems to reach a revelation. 

“I got it!” He proclaims, drawing attention to himself. “Krillan, you’re soulmates with Android 18, aren’t you?!” 

=#=#=#=#=

Krillan did not know how to talk to Android 18 at all. 

But Gohan took it to a whole new level of unknown territory with that statement. He’d wanted to discuss it slower with Android 18, not just drop the bomb right off the bat. 

Instinctively, he punched the kid in irritation. “Thanks, Mr. Smooth!” He growls. He turns to 18. “S-sorry.” He mumbles. Everyone else is stunned. 

“What?!” Yamcha exclaims. “How could you?!” Sarada, as usual, was back in the background, close to Piccolo. She steps forward. 

“We can’t choose who we’re paired with, idiot.” She explains impatiently.  “Good luck, Krillan.” She muses, appearing genuine, then resumes her silence, standing closer to Piccolo, her hand subtly reaching for his. 

Krillan laughs in response. Trust Sarada to get things back on track with a good concise declaration. 

18, however, looked positively outraged when Krillan looked at her again. 

=#=#=#=#=

Upon hearing that she had a soulmate, and one so peculiar, 18 felt betrayed by the universe, like she was being punished with a partner so opposite to her that they’d never work. Her irritation only grew when Krillan began to laugh. Nervous laughter ot not, it sent her over the edge. “Expect me to fall at your feet now?!” She growls. “Big strong man rescues me and turns out to be my soulmate, so I’m his forever, right? Not that easy!” She didn’t want to just marry him and start a life because they were, allegedly, soulmates. She wanted to want a life with him. She wanted to grow a bond with him first. 

When did she become such a sap?! She needed to clear her head and process everything she’d learned and been told. “Don’t follow me, Krillan!” She barks, taking off to get some space. Turns out, she was on some floating station or house. 

Not that she cared. She needed space and time. 

So she flew and flew, not knowing where she was and not caring. 

She ended up on some beach on an island. Nice and remote. She didn’t notice the head of Saiyan black hair behind a boulder, 18’s thoughts too distracting. 

=#=#=#=#=

Sarada knew how complicated it made things when she first found out Piccolo, a person Vegeta viewed as an enemy, was her soulmate. So she knew a bit about what was going through Android 18’s head, but she also knew to give the poor woman space and time to figure out what to do and where to go. So she sat behind a boulder, peeking out occasionally to check 18’s progress. 

After about an hour, Sarada deemed 18 ready for someone to help her. 

She simply walked over and sat down. 18 started, standing. Sarada remained seated. “I see a bit of myself in you, you know.” She muses. 18 blinks. 

“What?” She asks. 

“You’re thrust into a very strange place and an even stranger situation. I know a bit of what that’s like.” 18, after a few minutes of silence, slowly sits back down. 

“This is happening too fast.” She murmurs. “How was I expected to react?” 

“About the way you did. I took it out on Vegeta in sparring. He thought I was just finally applying myself since I hadn’t told him who my soulmate was. It was hard, but I worked up the courage to talk to him.” 

“Why would you need to work up courage to talk to your brother?” 

“He’s...intense and deadset in his worldview. Strength is the key to everything in his mind, and Saiyans are the best there are. No question. Weakness was exterminated. I was scared he’d take my soulmate situation as weakness.” Sarada explains. 18 nods. 

“I see.” 

The two women eventually agreed to make their way back to the Lookout where Sarada had asked Krillan to stay. Piccolo had returned to their house where he waited for his wife. 

Krillan slowly approached, hands up. “Honest, I was going to get to know you first before we brought up the soulmate thing.” He murmurs, chuckling nervously. 18 finds it sweet that he was taking initiative and apologizing. 

“I was overwhelmed by everything, but I still stand by what I said. I’m not going to marry you right away cus we’re soulmates.” 

“You think I am?” Krillan asks timidly, scratching the back of his head. “No way! I wanna get to know you before anything else.” Android 18 found she was beginning to like him. 

Maybe this soulmate thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Day 3: Promise/Role Reversal

Okay so this is kinda a continuation of the last prompt I did, but I’ll try to make sure it’s also stand-alone, too, so no-one’s confused. :) 

I wanna thank @chestnutisland for organizing this really fun event! And, as always, Here’s the Link to the info post on this event. 

Hope you all like this entry! With every entry I’ve done, I try to make sure I’m keeping the both Krillan and 18 in-character. Lemme know how I did! 

Okay the last thing I wanna say is I went with the Promise prompt rather than the Role Reversal. 

Anyway, onto the story! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Krillan was worried. 

For the past few weeks, Android 18 seemed even more reserved than normal. She also held her stomach more than normal. 

He didn’t want to upset her by asking what the problem was, so he kept observing for a while til he couldn’t stand it any more. 

Better to clear the air between them before Trunks’ birthday party tonight. “Uh...honey, are you feeling okay?” He asks timidly. She looks at him as she applies her mascara. 

“I think so, Krillan. Why?” 

“We-well, you seem down about something. I was wondering what that something was.” She smiles. He had noticed, after all. Sometimes he could be a bit aloof. She was grateful he was concerned, but she didn’t even know what she was feeling. 

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. It’s just that, my stomach looks like it keeps getting larger, and a few of my pants are harder to wear. I don’t know if it’s because I’m eating more, or something else.” Krillan nods. 

“It might be a good idea to ask Bulma to check you over tonight, just in case it’s something serious.” 18 nods, putting her mascara away. 

She would never admit it, but she was getting worried it was something serious. 

“Yes. That’s a good idea.” 

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The party was a very grand affair, as usual with the Brief family. Trunks was, of course, center stage through it all, running around with Goten and having the time of his life. Goten and Trunks had a rather adorable friendship, Krillan thought. 

What if there were a third little kid running with them?

...Maybe his own? He shakes his head. So far, he and 18 hadn’t had any luck. He’d found out recently that his wife could give birth, even after her….modifications. Ever since that talk, they’d talked about children and decided they wanted their own child.

But, as luck would have it, they still didn’t have their own kid.

Ignoring that for now, Krillan enjoyed himself, snacking a little and wandering around, catching up with his friends. 

18 was gearing herself up to talk to Bulma. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Bulma or she didn’t want to. 

It was just that she had never had to ask anyone for help before. 

“Hey, Android 18, what’s up?” Speak of the devil. “You enjoying the party?” 18 nods politely. 

“Yes.” She pauses. “I need your help.” She blurts. Bulma blinks. 

“What?” 18 takes a breath. 

“There’s something going on, and I can’t tell what it is.” She tries again. Bulma instantly drags Android 18 away as quickly as she could. She sits 18 down in a lab. 

“Tell me everything.” Bulma instructs. 

=#=#=#=#=

Krillan was a bit caught up in the party, so it took almost half an hour before he realized his wife was nowhere to be seen. He began to ask around. 

It wasn’t til he asked Chichi that he got an answer. Chichi had seen 18 being dragged away. Remembering that 18 had wanted to talk to Bulma, Krillan makes his way into the hall. He peers in a few rooms and then finds a lab with 18 on a table and Bulma manning a computer. 

“How’s it going?” He asks, hoping for a positive answer. Bulma grins and 18 does, too, but looks distant, preoccupied. Krillan walks closer, now confused. 

“It went very well.” Bulma says, smiling knowingly at him. 

“Okay, so what’s happening with my 18?” He asks. There was something wrong, he knew it. Bulma laughs. 

“Let’s just say I owe you a congratulations, Krillan.” Bulma replies. Krillan takes a few seconds to process what his friend was saying. “I’m gonna leave you two alone.” She adds, patting Krillan’s shoulder on the way out. 

There was silence for several moments as Krillan and 18 are lost in thought. 

“Does this really mean..?” He begins. He wanted to confirm. 18 nods, managing a smile.

“It does. Turns out, it happened just before I started eating more. I’ve been pregnant for almost a month.” Krillan laughs, hugging his wife tightly. 

“Oh honey we did it! Oh my gosh!” 18 hugs him back, tears of joy brimming in her eyes. 

“We did it. I...never…I never thought I could have this. I never considered that I could have a family…” He rubs her back. 

“Sweetheart, of course you can. You deserve this.” He says. “I love you.” 18 clings to Krillan, still overcome by emotions. 

“I love you, too.” Krillan lets the silence reign for a moment.

“...You want to stay here for a while?” He asks. 18 nods.

“Yes.” She murmurs. “I do.” Krillan settles a bit more comfortably. 

“Okay.” Krillan replies. Then, after a few minutes, gently raises his wife’s chin so he’d look at her. “You know I’ll help you in any way I can, right?” He asks softly. 18 blinks. 

“Huh?” Krillan smiles at her. 

“I will protect you and take care of you always.” He reiterates. “You know that, right?” She blinks several times. This man always found ways to surprise her. 

“...Right.” She mumbles, overcome again with emotions. She blinks back more tears and sits up. 

“I promise I will be here for you.” Krillan says sincerely, grabbing her hand. 18 squeezes it. 

“Thank you, Krillan.” He kisses her temple. 

“Of course, darling.”

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Prompt 2: Summer Festival/Height Swap

Why can I not get these done before midnight?! >.< 

Ah well. For this one, I thought it might be fun to combine the two prompts. This probably doesn’t make sense, but, um, hope you like it! 

Once again, this Krillan/18 fest is all thanks to @chestnutisland! Go show them love for setting this awesome event up! :)

And, again, Here is the Link to the post with more info on this event. 

Okay now onto the story! 

P.S: I wanna see if anyone can guess what I’m not-so-subtly hinting at with 18 here, okay? :)

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“Why are we here again?” Android 18 asks. She never knew Krillan to be the fair or festival type, but...here they were. 

“Aw, c’mon honey.” Krillan urges. “We need a break, right? We’ve been training and working a lot lately. I think it’s about time we took a night off and had a little fun.” He explains. Android 18 smiles. She could agree that they needed a break, but a festival?

“Alright, but why this festival?” 

“The farmer that’s been buying Goku’s crops set it up and runs it.” Krillan confesses. “So I thought we’d check it out.” 18 nods. 

“Alright then.” They walk together, hand in hand. 18 looks down at their joined hands, smiling a little. 

It was always a little odd, the height difference between them. Of course, neither of them would hold it against the other (aside from light teasing every once in a while), but they could see the stares they got, choosing to ignore them. 

The festival grounds weren’t super crowded, but there were a decent amount of people wandering around. The aromas of the food stalls hit 18’s nose and she was surprisingly tempted to try some of the food. Normally, she wasn’t too keen on eating. Mainly because she didn’t need food. But recently her appetite was slowly increasing. More and more, she was wanting to eat. Which was a little odd. 

So far, Krillan just took it as his wife simply wanting to try a few new foods. 

But 18 was mystified. Why was her interest in food suddenly increasing? Regardless, she could wait a little while to eat. First, she’d see what Krillan wanted to do. 

This was a martial arts and food festival, so there were big bough guys for overconfident husbands to attempt to defeat to show off to their wives and earn a bit of cash. Likely, Krillan would want to defeat a few of those burly men as a light exercise to work up a bit of an appetite. She walks with Krillan, eyeing some of the stalls selling cheap gis for higher prices than they were worth because this was a festival and people would buy them. The only problem was they were way too small. 

Maybe if they ever had a child...18 smiles. The thought was also becoming ever so slowly more attractive to her. She envisioned a little child running around their house, laughing and running as Krillan attempted to tag her in a game as 18 made dinner. 

When did she become such a domestic housewife?! Regardless… “Krillan, what do you think of this gi?” She asks. It was labeled as a ‘Dusty Rose’ color, suitable for a girl. Krillan stops, blinking. 

“...It’s cute, honey, but way too small for you.” She almost gets angry, then remembers in the nick of time that he couldn’t read her thoughts and she hadn’t actually verbalized her subtly growing interest in having children. 

So she smiles, moving to a more gender-neutral, orange-colored gi. “I was meaning...if we ever happen to have a child.” She mumbles. Now that she’d accidentally opened the door to the conversation on children, she may as well go all in. Krillan was stunned. 

“Wait...you want a kid?!” He asks. She sighs, turning to face him fully. 

“It’s just...something I was thinking about recently. What if we had a child?” Krillan’s head tilts. 

“...Not to seem insensitive, but, uh...is that even possible for us?” She nods. Until now, she had been reluctant to discuss a lot of her past with Gero. 

“Yes it is. All Dr. Gero did was remodel me and my brother to be superior warriors. I still have many of my internal organs, including...the reproductive ones.” Krillan blushes, and 18 feels a little uncomfortable. They hadn’t talked about this before, so they walk somewhere a little more private to continue the talk. 

“I had no idea.” Krillan mumbles, fiddling with his fingers. She nods. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it mattered.” Krillan laughs. 

“Well, now I know, I think it’s a great idea! If you are really okay with it…” He deferred to her, and that was why she loved him so much. He was always making sure he got her input and respected it, discussing things with her rationally and as equals. 

Android 18 nods. “I think I am.” They return to wandering, happy in the revelations they’d shared. 18 felt relieved she’d gotten it off her chest. She was still learning that it was okay to talk through her emotions with people who cared about her, and especially with her husband. 

Krillan then noticed a particularly burly man challenging anyone for 1500 zenni. He turns to 18, smiling. “What d'ya think? Should I?” He asks, amused. She chuckles. 

“Why not? Just don’t hurt him too bad.” She replies. A few people overheard and snickered. 

“Oi, you won’t last ten seconds in that ring.” One bystander notes, laughing. Krillan scoffs. 

“You know it’s rude not to look at the person you’re talking to.” he replies. “You should be facing my opponent.” The man starts in shock. 

“You are a cocky lil’ one, ain’t yah?” Now his voice was testy, aggravated. Krillan smiles. 

“No. I just know I’ll win.” With that, he squeezes his wife’s hand, strutting confidently into the ring. His opponent put on a show of getting ready, but Krillan couldn’t sense much of a power level at all. This wouldn’t last long at all.

“Let’s get this goin’, shall we?” The man snickers, getting into a stance.

Krillan smirks, hands in his pocket. “You can have the first move.” His opponent, fed up listening, charged, roaring mindlessly. Krillan sighs. Predictable. His eyes close for a second as his legs bend. Then his eyes open as he leaps out, sending him soaring up and toward his opponent. His foot slams into the man’s ample shoulder. He goes soaring into the poorly made fencing making up the ring, crashing through it and into a few unlucky bystanders. Krillan lands and jogs over to help the people up. “Sorry about that.” He says, smiling at the stunned onlookers. “Tried to hold back. Obviously, it didn’t work too well.” Everyone was stunned. The man who held the prize money was shaking as he handed Krillan the 1500 zenni. “Thank you.” Slipping it into his pocket, Krillan dips his head in respect before taking 18’s hand again and walking away. “That was kinda fun!” He chuckles. 

18 smiles. “And we have extra cash.” Krillan nods. 18 was always worried about money, so it was nice to bring home some extra zenni when he could. 

The next thing he stopped at was an adult gi stall, the fabric and manufacturing seeming of a higher quality. 

He then spotted an orange one similar to his in what appeared to be 18’s size. He grins and pulls it off the rack. “Hey honey look at this! We could match!” He laughs at her expression. Part confusion and part ‘hell no’. “Aww c’mon! It’s just a joke.” 18 then surprises Krillan by walking over and taking it from him. She kisses his cheek (the secret to making him do whatever she said) and smiles. 

“Want me to try it on?” She asks. He grins dopily at her and nods a few too many times. 

“Yes please.” He replies, sounding incredibly dopey. She chuckles and walks over to a small changing area with a curtain for privacy. She slips in and Krillan comes out of his trance when he sees stilts a little ways off in a different stall, with built-in shoes to make using them easier. He grins. 

This should be fun. Running over and pulling out the money for it (more than he knew he should pay for stilts, but hey a prank was a prank) and purchasing them eagerly. He slips them on easily and clumsily walks back over to where he’d left 18, conveniently just as she walks out of the changing room. 

“What do you thi--uh...what are you doing?” she asks, more than a little surprised at the sudden change in height before she notices the stilts. Krillan laughs. 

“Saw these and thought ‘what better way to get to your eye level’, but, um, I didn’t judge the boost very well and here we are.” He now stood as tall over her as she stood over him normally. She smiles, cranking her head back to smile up at him. 

“Please tell me you didn’t pay money for those.” His nervous laugh was all the answer she needed. She shakes her head amusedly at her husband’s antics. 

Sometimes he could be so...unusual. He did and said things sometimes that didn’t appear to make sense, but also made her laugh, which she supposed was the entire point. “Well, enjoy it while it lasts, honey. Those are coming off when we leave.” Krillan nods. 

“That’s probably as long as I can stand them.” He replies, leaning down to kiss her. “Love you.” She smiles, cupping his cheek in her hand. 

“Love you, too.” 

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Day 5: Strictly Business/Birthday

Okay so this is another late-night entry I haven’t really proof-read. Hope y’all like it anyway! 

Not quite sure how to feel about it yet myself but I think sleep will help lol. 

We all owe @chestnutisland a huge thank you for creating this event and Here’s the Link to find out more about why I keep posting random crappy fanfictions. 

Anyway, here’s the story for you guys! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Android 18 was at a loss. 

This was something completely new to her. How the hell was she supposed to celebrate Krillan’s birthday?! 

This was the first birthday she had celebrated since dating Krillan or even since turning good. And she had no clue what to do. 

So she resorted to the internet. It resulted in nauseating amounts of cake recipes and fancy balloons and streamers and confetti and- -18 stops looking. 

She could maybe handle a small cake for her and him, but doing the balloons and confetti and streamers? Hell no! 

But still; Krillan had been so amazing and supportive (though she wasn’t used to being loved like this at all, it was still amazing) and she wanted to at least try to repay him. 

So much was changing recently for her and she was still adjusting, making an effort to be more engaged and human-like, but it was always hard for her. She was so used to being her old evil, careless self, and it was hard sometimes to act more like a normal part of their odd group of warriors. 

She dared to let Krillan drag her out to dinners and just gatherings of the group, but she always felt out of place, hovering around Krillan and never saying much. She tried talking to people, but it always turned awkward. Everyone was unsure how to handle this development, but they would keep trying. 

If 18 was anything, she was a fighter, after all. She could handle anything. Including making a cake. Selecting an apron, one that was plain and white thankfully, 18 began to look up only cake recipes. 

Then she ran into another problem; which kind of cake should she make? She had no idea which flavor Krillan would like best. Reluctantly, she reaches for the phone she hadn’t been able to refuse from Bulma, who had brought the phone to 18 at a barbeque Bulma was hosting. Krillan was close, as usual, and he was so happy to see 18 interacting with someone other than him, 18 didn’t want to upset him and ruin his evening by refusing Krillan’s friend’s gift. Bulma had her number in there, and Bulma was the woman 18 was probably closest to at this point.

However, 18 hardly--scratch that; she never--asked for help. But, she would for Krillan. To make his birthday a good day. 

What kind of cake does Krillan like? 

It was a simple text, and it felt harder than it should to hit send. But 18 did it. 

Anything, really. I do think he’d like chocolate, though. 

Was the reply a few minutes later. Guess Bulma wasn’t actively working on a prototype. 18 knew expressing gratitude was customary, so she sends a simple ‘thank you’ and gets to work, narrowing her search to chocolate cake and took stock of what Krillan had in his cabinets. She didn’t think she’d have time to go shopping before Krillan got back from whatever he was doing. She measured and poured and stirred and soon enough the cake was in the oven. 18 felt relieved she’d done it and Krillan has yet to appear. 

Android 18 wasn’t sure what to do now that the cake was in the oven and all she had to do was wait. She supposed she could clean everything up. That should take up at least a chunk of the time, right? 

She began the process, getting absorbed in her task until she found herself putting the last dish away. It was like she had timed it, as the timer only had a few minutes remaining. She began to make Krillan’s house look neater for him, hoping he wouldn’t be upset she was moving his things around. 

She then checked herself. He’d likely be very grateful she had done anything, so there was no point worrying. By the time everything was done, the timer went off and the cake was complete. She took it out and set it on the cooling rack before retrieving the icing she’d bought since she’d had the idea to make a cake. She’d also had a few different kinds of frosting, unsure which she should use. 

“Uh...babe, what’s all this?” Comes Krillan’s voice. 18 turns, unwilling to admit that she was a little startled. 

“Well, it is your birthday, right?” She asks as if it should have been obvious, smirking. “Of course I’d do something.” He didn’t need to know that she’d been torn about what to do, right? Krillan beams at her like she’d handed him something priceless. She blushes a little. “Look, it’s just a damn cake, alright? You’re making dinner.” Krillan laughs, hugging her tightly to him. 

“Just because you made me a cake, I’ll order takeout and we’ll have that before your amazing cake.” She scoffs, but returns the hug. 

“You lazy bum.” She scolds playfully. Krillan draws away.

“Well, this lazy bum wants to show his girlfriend how grateful he is for her.” She is a little stunned by that. 

“All I did was make a cake.” 

“And that means the world to me.” He replies, eying her like she was something spectacular. 

“You pick the icing. I didn’t know which one to use so I got a few different ones.” 

“It looks like a chocolate cake, right?” Krillan asks, eyeing the different icings. 18 nods. 

“Yes.” He picks up the buttercream icing. 

“I like this one.” She nods. 

“I don’t know how to ice the cake, so you’ll have to do it.” Krillan nods, fetching a knife and beginning. He then smirks, flicking a bit off at her. 

“Hey!” She protests. 

“Sorry, 18.” He says, laughing. His smile then turns devious. He leans over and licks it off. 18 is startled. 

“What the hell was that?!” She barks, blushing and wiping the spot dry. Krillan is laughing harder than he should. “Krillan!” She growls.

“18, relax! It was just a reflex!” He then sobers. “I love you.” He says. She turns to him, blinking. 

“...I know.” She murmurs. 

“Good. Now c’mere. Wanna try the frosting?” He asks. She sighs. 

“Sure.” Suddenly, Krillan smears icing on his lips, grabs her shirt, and draws her in for a deep kiss. She squeaks a little, but settles into it quickly, and her hand moves to the back of his neck. 

“Whoa...18…” He mumbles. She smiles as deviously as he had before. 

“Had to turn the tables on you, Krillan.” He leans his forehead against hers. She’d had to get used to this, rolling with it whenever he wanted to do this. 

“I love you, 18.” He confesses genuinely. 

“I love you, too.” She mumbles back. She was always reminding herself that it was okay to say it back every time. “Happy birthday.”