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Krilin was sitting on the ground. The flow of blood that ran through his fingers clenched on his stomach finished to give a red color at the blue cloth wrapping his right hand.

Vegeta understood in one second.

The shock... It had been Kakarotto's friend who had thrown himself on him to prevent him from being hit by the attack that was going in his back!

He observed 18. That damned thing had resisted his hellish fire and had dodged the big bang without doubt. Would it be possible that these two machines really were indestructible?

He watched with surprise the young hybrid quickly going down towards the courageous fighter in the orange suite, then decided to go after her.

After a short hesitation, the cyborg helped the wounded man to lean on her. Her voice shook with an unusual emotion.

“Not you... I.. I didn't want... why?”

Krilin had a faint smile as he looked at Vegeta who had landed in front of them to look down on them, animosity in his eyes.

“Bulma... I promised...”

“Idiot.” Vegeta barked.

A trickle of blood ran from Krilin's mouth as he gathered his last strength to keep talking.

“You're the idiot...” he stiffened for a while due to the pain he was going through. “Goku was stronger than you because he was fighting for those he loved... You... You only have hatred to fuel your energy... And you see the results.”

Those moralistic words enraged Vegeta.

“Shut up! You're talking rubbish... The value of a fighter, it's his strength, his skills and his courage when fighting... nothing else!”

“Give him a bean instead of scolding him!” the cyborg growled.

Krilin starred at the girl, with those pure eyes and whose color, the color of the sky, were even more highlighted in the middle of this face whose hair had been darkened by the fight. Finally he could stare at this ocean of a paradise without fear.

“He can't... He doesn't have any... None has any...”

The eyelids discreetly closed on the enchanting color.

“So.. it meant...”

“It's not that bad... I'm going to join my friends.” he said with a faint smile. Then he spoke to Vegeta. “But you, Vegeta... You've Bulma and your son... And then, there is also Gohan... You have to protect them... do you understand?”

“I don't have any son, and I'm not Kakarotto's son's nanny!”

“No son... Wh... what do you mean?” The dying fighter was surprised.

“Bulma's son looks nothing like a Saiyan.” growled Vegeta, annoyed.

Krilin gathered whatever strength he had left. He caught his breath after a hiccup of pain.

“So that's it! You're wrong. If you had been here when he was born, you'd have seen his tail, and I can tell you that I haven't seen a earthling baby that was that strong. He had fold his spoon once again this very morning, while he was playing with it. Even Bulma isn't able of doing it. If you spent a bit more time with him, you'd have seen it too.”

He stopped talking, clenching his hands on his stomach, his face distorted by pain. Vegeta struggled to hide the trouble that these revelations made in him.

18 grabbed a big chunk of smooth concrete in which her fingers dug in as if it was butter and that didn't seem to weight more than a feather in her petite hand, and gently put it behind Krilin's back.

“Rest now.”

She then got up to threaten Vegeta. “You'll pay for this... I'm warning you, I'm not playing anymore!”

Just as Vegeta lighted up his aura once again, an aggressive expression on his face, Krilin weakly protested, raising a shaking and bloody hand towards the young woman.

“No... I promised he'd come back... please...”

18 didn't look at him.

“No more respite and no more mercy!”