Trouble in Paradise? [Krillin, Open]

[Android 18]

The sun was up high in the center of the sky. The crystal blue water of the ocean surrounding Master Roshi's island appeared white because of the shimmering effect the sun had on it. A light breeze caused the island's few palm trees to sway like graceful hula dancers. Truthfully, this miniature resort of an island could be mistaken for heaven on Earth. Anyone would be glad to spend twenty-hours here just to relax and let all of life's problems melt away.

But paradise soon turned into a warzone as a large water spout was set off as the result of a ki blast gone astray. Android 18 stood by the shoreline of the island, the tide coming up just to the back of her sandaled foot. She scrunched up her face as she pushed some hair out of her face. "You've got to do better than that if you want lunch, Krillin!" With that being said she dashed forward at a blinding speed with her right knee extended and her hands in an assumed praying mantis position.

This harmless - someone had reminded 18 that this was harmless, right? - spar exhibition between man and wife was all in preparation for the World's Martial Arts Tournament that was coming up soon. The official date hadn't been set yet, but it was usually around this time. This year, Android would be signing up and she wanted Krillin to sign up too to double the chances of their family winning the grand prize. As she launched her attack on Krillin, she imagined the shopping spree she'd be able to go on with that money.

[Krillin]

Kami’s house; a place of solitude, and self-progression was saved for the best. Inhabited by only those hardened beneath the tutelage of the Turtle school, it was a safe haven to few. Goku amongst a select few had the right- the honor to set foot in such extravagant soil. Others, who invaded would only find defeat at the hands of its protectors. However, today, today would host something more practical, and less healthy for one’s health. Namely a bald, handsome young man who soon would find himself running for his dear life. The tormentor that would eventually land the human in the hospital? None other than his attractive, and equally precarious wife, 18.

“B-but honey! You’re aiming waaaaaay to CLOSE!”

Shouted by the human, Krillin propelled his way towards the skies over the ocean, barely eluding the previously arriving Ki which soon found its way towards the waters’s surface. A geyser forming from the explosion, mr. clean emerged through the upshot, practically drenched from head to toe, as if avoiding direct contact with the wife. She was a vicious monster when it came to battling, and was extremely serious when it came to that zeni. Obviously she wanted that shopping trip. But at the cost of her husband’s wellbeing? Nah, that couldn’t be it. Or could it?

[Android 18]

Android 18 would grunt in frustration as Krillin flew out over the water and evaded her physical strikes and her Ki blast. She was going easy on him - to upset her by not even trying to be a worthy spar mate would force her to lose her temper and attack for real. "Will you stop being so pathetic and just fight me?!" she called out as she ran over to the shoreline. When she reached it, she jumped into the air and flew for her husband with her fists in punching position.

When she finally reached him, she planned hitting him with a quick eight-step combo: five punches, three kicks. If he just entertained her attempts at training then maybe she'd cut him some slack and go fix him a big, nice lunch. At this rate, he'd be eating sand and sleeping on the couch for the next week.

[Krillin]

She charged once more. How importunate his wife was. Krillin sighed; his eyes squinted before widening upon realizing she was closing in, and fast. She scolded him, and derided his manhood easily with circuitous aggression. Nonetheless, her words were sharp, and cut through his ego as easily as a hot knife to butter. He was now annoyed, and found it easier just to comply with her wishes, rather than respecting his own wellbeing for now. After all, he couldn’t cook to save his life, 19 had had that field covered. At the least, he could respect his wife’s wishes and attempt to defeat her.

She took immediately to the offensive, just like 18. A flurry of kicks in punches were tossed his way. Automatically, reflexes settled as Krillin stood his ground, deflecting and repelling strikes with his bare hands, while only be nudged back in the air due to the kinetic force being applied. “You’re soo cute when you talk trash to me!” He chuckled; defending against her onslaught was a grand feat. Time to capitalize. Retaliating, Krillin pushed his own assault; lashing out with a series of accurate strikes consisting of both punches and kicks at rapid motion, attempting to land numerous hits on his wife. While his technique was more brutish at this point, it was only beginning. Over time, as he lured the gorgeous blonde in, he would capture her.

[Android 18]

Finally, some action. Her barrage of kicks and punches were parried off by Krillin. Of course she was driving him backward a little, but as they both floated along in mid-air combat such loss of (nonexistent) footing was to be expected. She was just content that instead of running away he was actually choosing to face her now. “You’re soo cute when you talk trash to me!” She growled and blushed at the same time. It was almost impossible to fight when he spoke like that. Trying to swoon her was worse than running away!

"Shut UP!" She screamed out and then realized that a punch was flying for her face. She lifted her arm, effectively stopping. There was a one second pause before Krillin's onslaught truly began. Scores of fists and foot soles were coming for Eighteen, and she frowned as she would block each of them. The force of her legs crashing into his legs and her arms crashing into his fists made loud, horrifically booming noises that scared all of the fish that were wading beneath them in the ocean away.

Had he never called her cute, this battle would be halfway over by now. Cute people couldn't fight. She would have to prove to him that there was a time for his bumbling sweetheart talk and a time to take her seriously. She faded away as Krillin would strike an Afterimage and appear behind him, a few feet above him too. If he could pick up where she was in time, he'd be able to block her diving Axe Handle. If he couldn't, then she'd charge again and knock him back onto the solid ground of the island.

[Krillin]

There was one thing Krillin couldn’t question regarding his wife. That being her indescribable nature. In many ways her frame resembled that of a normal human. Slim, with voluminous curves in the right places. A beautiful blonde with eyes a crystal blue. Nonetheless, in many ways, she was vastly superior. Her speed, strength, endurance and resilience at their peak potential. And when in battle, her android temperament blossomed, showing the callous nature that not even the eternal dragon could extract from her being. automaton or not, she was designed for destruction. Even her husband was no exception to her brutality when angered.

So now, one must inquire on a logical note. Why anger her? Surely the bald prince was conscious of her introversion in terms of being complimented in battle. She saw it as a distraction and one taking her lightly. This would obviously further her efforts, and triple her attempts at defeating him. So why Krillin? Why open your big, flirtatious mouth? It was simple really. He enjoyed this side of her. A raw and unrefined substance that manifested from the primitive nature of his wife aroused him in some aspects. Though he wouldn’t openly announce it, her efforts only aided in his own strength. As she, she deflected his blows- as expected, soon taking to her own offense.

Before he could defend, the Z-fighter found himself launched into the ground. His oppression, a strong axe-drop to the back of his frame, courtesy of 18. Plummeting towards the shoreline at an alarming rate, a loud, defining thud echoed as the human impacted with the area. Columns of golden sand lifted in a pillar formation, as he rested in the ground. Coughing off traces of the dirty fifth, he balled his fist and smacked the ground below. “Is that all you got!?” He turned around, taking to his feet and shouting towards the sky with a confident retort. Antagonizing wasn’t the smartest idea he could formulate at the moment. But it would do for now. Expectantly, it would annoy the blonde and force her to slip up.

[Android 18]

Android 18's mouth snarled up after she delivered the mighty ax handle that had been too fast for Krillin to evade (this time, anyway). With a bird's eye view, she watched him go crashing down into the sand. His touchdown on Kame Island was shortly followed by a sand plume that reached at least eight feet into the air.

Just then, her bottom jaw dropped. “Is that all you got!?” Now he she knew that he knew that there was much more to be had where that came from; Android 18 was programmed to dish out ass-whoopings after all. But she found something... dare we say, attractive in his defiant streak. "That's enough for today," she declared as she dropped out of the sky and landed gracefully on the shores of Master Roshi's island.

Walking up to the front door and right past her husband, Eighteen dared not look at him. Eye contact at this point might force her to attack again; as cute as Krillin's last words had been, a challenge was still a challenge. "What would you like for lunch... dear?" Her steps ceased. Slowly turning her head ninety degrees just so that her soul mate could view her profile, 18 awaited an answer to her question.

Destroyer of the Earth in one timeline; lunch chef in this one.

[Krillin]

As she descended towards the ground, Krillin Followed suit. Weak, frail pants escaping his mouth in direct correspondence to the training exercise the two had seemingly exited in regards to a higher calling, food. “Anything would be fine, dear. I know whatever you’ll make will be worth wild.” Snickering charmingly as he motioned behind her, the bald protagonist was quite interested in seeing what he would digest in a matter of moments. Ramen maybe? Fried pork? So many possibilities, combinations, and entree’s to choose from, he was at a loss. Hopefully, whatever she decided to cook, a pleasant or at least hospitable attitude would ensue as well.