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...you didn't have to shoot him.

[Now he sets to work, starting out into the jungle, healing the bird as he goes.]

[He doesn't answer Krillin, but instead lifts off the ground himself and will follow the monk so he can keep an eye out. He'd like to let him know if his magic was luring the dogs or not- so that they could group up as many as they could find. As they fly through the forest, he's starting to spot them moving through the trees, noting the distinct, awful odor attributed to them.]

Look. Do you see them? It's working. Let's move a bit slower so they can keep up, heheheh.

[Krillin keeps on floating along, slowing down as requested, and moving just out of reach, about twelve feet off the ground. His path is meandering, too.]

We'll get a whole lot of them this way. Man, I can totally hear them too. It's like I'm ringing a dinner bell.

[He looks back at all the dogs following them, and grins.]

It is. And it's the last dinner they'll ever see. Too bad. They aren't even going to get a taste.

[Some have given up after running for too long, but they still managed to attract enough of the shift hunters. After they've managed to gather quite a few of them by flying around the area, he heads back to their pit, and goes to float down right over the hole. He knows he doesn't really need to say anything to Krillin.

Because when they pounce, they'll move. That easy.]

[It really is. Krillin drifts on down to wait, but he does let go of the now rather healed, fat and sassy bird. It squawks indignantly in Vegeta's direction before flapping off into the woods.]

[He only gives it the tiniest glance as it shows its appreciation for being shot through the wing, soaring off. Turning his attention to the rustling of leaves and the soft padding of the hunters, he makes a note of how many were there. Seven, eight. There might be more, but he's not concerned. Floating there above the pit, he waits, until they finally show themselves- and charge at the duo, teeth bared.

Several come at once, and the prince doesn't move an inch until he can feel their breath on him as they pounce.

And he vanishes, in an instant, letting them fall to their demise.]

[Krillin does the same, his body seeming to disappear in an instant as the animals get close. Not planning on getting bitten today, it might hurt. And hovering there, looking down? There's a good many dogs just...down in the hole.

And one really, really big one that came in late, and was smart enough not to run into the hole.]

...well there's your big guy.

[Smirking, he floats back down to the ground. Unsheathing his sword, he'll quickly dispatch the dog without much trouble- it's not hard when you can move that fast and all one has to do is remove the head.

He looks back at Krillin, bored.]

There. That had better of been good enough for today, or they'll be hearing it from me. [Taking out a bunch of hunters in one go should be good enough, he thinks.]

[Krillin looks down in the hole at the snapping, biting horde, watching in morbid fascination as a few start biting the others and trying to get out.]

Alright, let's fill in the hole then.

[He takes his place on one side of the hole, aiming a palm down.]

[Without a word, he blasts the side of it, making that side collapse in and covering the dogs with massive amounts of dirt.]

Glad that's over with...

[It's a little weird, getting rid of enemies like that...but honestly those dogs are a real nightmare.]

And we get to come back and do it again tomorrow. And the rest of the week.

[Won't that be fun.]

Lovely. At...least it'll mean less trouble for us in the future.

Hopefully.

[Eighteen's arrival is at least preceded by a message left via the journals. It's short, sweet, to the point and directly addressed to him. It's handwritten even.]

Be at home tomorrow evening.

[That's the whole of it but it's certainly not surprising. The blonde wasn't the sort for long communications. She also isn't the sort for spur of the minute visits either.

She shows up just as it's getting dark, a dark jacket thrown over her clothes and her hands tucked deep into it's pockets by the time he answers her knocking.]

[Krillin figures out what it's about without any real question. That announcement was a big deal. That was a really, really big deal. And it definitely left them in an interesting position. Going home? That was great. It kinda sucked for some people, sure, like that one lady. But not really for him. He'd just be going back home.

Though, going back home with her?

He answers the door with a quickness, smiling warmly.]

Hey Eighteen. Wanna come in? Or...go for a walk? Or...

[Pff, a smile. A hand comes to rest against his head in response as she shifts around him inside without a word. She's on a mission here and she doesn't feel like pausing until she gets out what she's come for.]

You've heard the message, right?

[He smiles gently at that and steps over to close the door behind her and start walking towards the living room.]

Yeah. Who didn't?

[Who indeed. That made her problem easier though.]

So in time we're going to be leaving here for good.

[If she were better with conversation, she might lead into her issue a little better. She's not though and so the poor man gets the blonde standing awkwardly as he moves on into his living room, fidgeting a moment and then getting angry with herself for the fidgeting.

And then standing in his doorway with one hand on her hip and her words far too confrontational for what she's trying to say.]

Things won't change, will they.

[It might sound nice if it sounded less like she was going to beat him up if he said anything beyond no.]

[Krillin blink at her, a little unsure about what she's getting at. He's not really intimidated by her at this point, if he's being completely honest. She's not the scary killer android anymore. Well...she is...but she's also his girlfriend and future wife.]

Uh...no? I don't see why they would, do you?

[He really doesn't think there's any other possible answer, logically.]

I mean, I'll still feel the same way about you.

[The blonde looks askance, affecting vague indifference. It doesn't much work when her shoulders seem to relax with the response.]

Here is far different from back home. I'm not sure what we'll be returning to or what time we'll be returning to either.

[And depending on the time and the situation... well. Things could be tricky.]

Not...that different, really? I mean, we're from the same time from what I recall, and from what Vegeta tells me there's nothing crazy going on for a long time now.

[Seven whole years.]

But I mean, I've always liked you? I don't really think anything has to change about us or between us. I don't want it to push us apart, for sure.

[It's simple logic, but Krillin can be remarkably simple at that.]

[She ought to have known that would be the response but oh was she stupidly afraid.]

... Good.

[It was the closest she could come to a "I'm glad" to be perfectly honest. She was more than glad and it was humbling to realize just how much it went beyond that.]

I just... didn't want to lose you again.

[Her voice was a little soft but it was the truth. He had disappeared once along with her brother, only to return as she was healing from that disappearance. And now that thought of going home...]

[Krillin understands that. He nods and moves over to her, reaching for her hand if she doesn't pull away.]

I...I know, I don't want to lose you either.

[He smiles gently, nodding a second time and closing his eyes. his voice goes up a level, and he just spits out what he's thinking.]

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know.

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[She doesn't thankfully, instead letting her hand be caught. The flush in her cheeks darkens.]

I'm glad.

[No, she seriously is. It's awkward to say so out loud but she is.]

[He knows she means it, and he dips his head and leans against her, holding her hand tight. There's really only one thing left he can say, in truth, and Krillin doesn't ever really hold back his thoughts. It's not his way.]

I love you, Eighteen.

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