Just a bit of fun filler that may or may not be relevant to later events in the story. ;)

So, once again, training continued. They did indeed spend quite a bit of time in the Pendulum Room. The seriousness of it easing away now that they knew whatever happened in there wasn't permanent. True to his word, Tien did not attempt to argue about Rinka's participation in the room. She, however, did her best to stay out of his way whenever possible, only assisting when instructed and saving full involvement if he happened to fall in battle during a particular round.

When not in training, Rinka continued to find herself on her own a lot. Knowing that she was going to seriously have to step up her game if she ever hoped to keep up with the guys, let alone be strong enough to make a difference in this fight, she decided to make a trip to visit Bulma. She figured that the young scientist could help her come up with a way to help kick the training into overdrive!

She began to frequently disappear from the Lookout, no one really knowing for sure where she was going, and no one bothering to ask, at first. It was one particular evening that Krillin saw her wandering to the edge of their temporary home that he finally stopped her. Although, what he didn't know was that she'd actually had other plans for that night versus making her usual trip to Capsule Corp.

"Hey, Rin. Where are you off to?" he wondered. She flipped around and smiled at him.

"Just down to Korin's," she mentioned casually.

"Yeah, what cha doing down there?" he asked, crossing his arms with an incredulous look.

"We were gonna hanging out. He wanted to try the newest JarioKart, and I told him I'd play it with him," she explained, indicating her backpack.

"Wait. I thought your mom didn't let you play games on your computer?" he questioned.

"What my mom doesn't know won't kill her," Rinka grinned at him with a shrug. "Would you, maybe – like to come play too?" she offered, feeling a little hesitant.

She wasn't sure if Krillin would be at all interested in video games, but she supposed it didn't hurt to ask. To her surprise, he actually smiled and nodded.

"Sure, why not? That sounds like fun," he confessed, moving over to stand next to her. Rinka was about to continue, when they were suddenly interrupted by a voice coming from behind one of the nearby trees.

"What? Someone's got games?" It was Yajirobe. He heaved himself up off the ground and moseyed over to them. "If you're gonna play, I want in!" he declared.

Krillin thought for sure that Rinka would get annoyed at the intrusion. However, she surprised him by flashing Yajirobe a big smile.

"Great! Then we'll have a full set of four! Let's go! I don't wanna keep Korin waiting!" she cheered, and the guys followed her down to Korin's pad.

It only took a couple of minutes for Rinka to get everything set up. Korin didn't have a super huge TV, but it would be alright as long as they all sat relatively close. Rinka plopped down on the ground on the far left, naturally taking the player one position. She patted the ground next to her while eyeing Krillin, indicating he should sit too. So, he plopped down and she passed him the player two controller, Yajirobe and Korin joining on the other end with the remaining controllers.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" Krillin wondered skeptically.

"I – may have talked my grandpa into getting the controllers," she confessed quietly, looking sheepish. Krillin raised an eyebrow at her. "But, mom got me the laptop all on her own when I told her I was interested in computer science!" she added quickly.

"Uh huh" he smiled slyly.

"So what'er you doing up here training with us if you wanna be an egg head?" Yajirobe wondered at her.

"Ummm, the world is in danger? Or perhaps you didn't notice," Rinka teased in a mock-lecture. "No point in worrying about what I'm gonna do for a living if I don't live long enough to grow up!" she reasoned. "Besides, just because I'm interested in computers doesn't mean I don't like fighting."

"Really? You actually like to fight?" Krillin asked.

"Yeah! Battle's in my blood!" she joked in a stern tone.

"Apparently even more than we originally thought," Korin added. "It's no wonder you were able to climb the tower so fast."

"I didn't want to miss anything!" she pointed out. "Hey, maybe after this we can play some Super Smash Boys!" she suggested, moving from the title screen to the character select screen.

"So, how do we do this?" Krillin cast a quizzical glance down at the controller he was holding.

"It's easy. Hold down A button to go, B button is stop, and you press the trigger to use items, and of course, you steer with the control stick," Rinka explained.

"I've been practicing my motor skills. You all are about to eat my dust!" Korin boasted.

"Yeah? We'll just see about that!" Yajirobe shot back.

Rinka didn't really care about winning or losing. She was just feeling happy to have someone to play with, especially Krillin! Before, she had been continually getting the impression that he was only being nice and humoring her for her father's sake. However, as more time passed, he seemed to be warming up to her as her own person. Why else would he agree to come play video games, otherwise? She hoped that meant they were getting closer to becoming actual friends.

She spent the next several hours focusing on helping Krillin get better at the game, versus worrying about her own playing. He had a little trouble with what items did what, at first, but he eventually even ended up winning a couple of races, which he seemed to be pretty pleased about. In fact, everyone was in a pretty good mood by the time they decided to call it a night.

Rinka repacked everything into her backpack before following the guys back up and into Kami's palace, all the way until they turned to head into their sleeping quarters. The other guys were headed in as well, appearing as though they were also ready for bed. She paused and watched them with a longing look.

"Um, well, goodnight guys," she offered meekly before they made it into the room. Rinka then turned to return to her lonely corner.

"Wait, Rin?" she suddenly heard behind her. She turned to see Krillin staring at her, his brow furrowed in concern. "Did you, maybe – wanna move your bedroll back in here with, with us?" he offered with a small smile.

"I –" she started, glancing around at the others to try and gauge their reactions to the idea. She couldn't read them one way or the other, so she decided to err on the side of caution. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about it," she answered.

"Okay. . . but that didn't really answer my question. . . What's wrong? Nobody's mad at you anymore, and you seemed fine with it before?" he reasoned.

"Yeah, but – I don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable," she argued back, staring at the floor.

"What? Who said you were making them uncomfortable?" Krillin wondered with confusion. Everyone was staring at her now. She shuffled awkwardly under their scrutinizing gazes.

"Um, Yamcha said, before, that it's hard to relax when I'm around?" she reminded them with an unsure air. She was pretty positive she hadn't misheard him.

"What?! I didn't. . ." Yamcha attempted to protest, but then thought about it for a moment. "Oh, I guess I did say that, but I didn't mean it like. . . ugh! Have you been sleeping all alone this whole time just because of that?" he surmised.

"Well. . ."

Rinka found herself glancing over towards Tien. Honestly it wasn't just because of that, but it had been a big part of why she'd decided to move her bedroll in the first place. Of course she wanted to move back! She'd been feeling super left out and lonely because of it, but not if she was just going to get glared at the whole time! She didn't want to be where she wasn't welcome! But she was going to have to say something, they were still waiting for an answer.

"I – I don't wanna be a bother," she mumbled, still keeping her gaze fixed to the floor. Yamcha groaned again.

"Jeeze kid! Just move your bedroll back already! You're not a bother, and you're not making anyone uncomfortable! This right here," Yamcha motioned at her. "this is worse," he admitted.

"Wh-What is worse?" Rinka asked, cocking her head in confusion.

"Why don't you just throw a fit when you're upset like other girls?" he wondered. Rinka just blinked at him.

"I'm – not like other girls?" Her statement came out more like a suggestion.

"Boy, ain't that the truth!" he exclaimed, motioning for her to follow him as he moved away from the sleeping quarters. "Come on, let's get your roll," he told her. So, she showed him where she'd been keeping it.

"So, why do you care so much about what I think, anyway?" he asked, throwing the roll over his shoulder.

"I. . ." Rinka trailed, pondering over the rationalization for a moment, while trying to interpret her feelings into words. "I want you to like me?" she offered unsurely. She thought Krillin had explained things to them, which was why they'd allowed her to stay in the first place. "I haven't really had an opportunity to make any friends before now," she added in a mutter. Yamcha grinned down at her.

"Okay, I get that, but Bulma doesn't usually seem to give a damn about what I think, and we're still friends," he pointed out.

"Well, she doesn't sound like a very good friend, then," Rinka mentioned with a frown of confusion. To her surprise, Yamcha laughed out loud at the comment.

"You know, kid? You may be right," he studied her for a moment. "You're pretty smart for your age," he decided.

Rinka shrugged. "Probably all the studying," she reasoned.

"So, I'm guessing you want Tien to like to too? Is that why you didn't try and argue when he yelled at you before?" he wondered. Rinka nodded sadly. "In that case, let me give you some advice." Yamcha squatted down so that he was at eye level with her. "If you wanna get on Tien's good side, be nice to Chiaotzu," he offered.

Rinka nodded again that she understood. That did make a lot of sense, after all. Yamcha smiled again.

"Not sure if it's worth your time, trying to be friends with schmucks like us, but if it's really that important to ya, you can put me on your list," he assured her.

Rinka felt her face flush as she smiled shyly at the ground. "Thanks Yamcha," she murmured.

"No problem. Now, let's get to bed," he suggested, heading towards the sleeping quarters, Rinka right on his heels.

She cast a wary side glance at Tien when they entered. He met her gaze for a moment, but didn't object to her presence, so she took it as him probably being okay with her sleeping there? He was tolerant, if nothing else. Yamcha moved to the side of the room, and spread her bedroll out in between Krillin and what she assumed was his, as it was the only one unoccupied.

"There. Does that work for you?" he asked in a humorous manner. Rinka grinned.

"It's perfect," she assured him, dropping her bag at the end of the bed. Krillin flashed her a reassuring smile as she climbed under her blankets next to him. A moment later, they turned out the lights and settled down for the night.

Sleeping in the room with the guys was pretty close to the equivalent of trying to sleep in an actual saw mill! However, not only did Rinka not mind, this had been the most relaxed she felt since first arriving there. There was just something therapeutic about having company while you slept, especially being so far away from home! Needless to say, she ended up sleeping very well that night.

. . .

Free sparing days ended up being Rinka's favorite out of all the different types of training they did. Definitely a vast improvement over getting destroyed over and over again by the same two arrogant and obnoxious Saiyans! Plus, it gave her a chance to have some one on one time with Krillin, which she wasn't going to pretend that she didn't enjoy, even if it was in the form of attempting to physically maim each other.

As such, it was during once particular session that Krillin managed to land a lucky blow against Rinka, sending her spiraling down to the tile below. A moment later, she picked herself up off the ground, looking only mildly irritated as she brushed her clothes off. Krillin trotted over next to her, giving her a concerned expression.

"Rin, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, that was less graceful than I was hoping," she mumbled, tapping her shoes against the ground. Krillin cocked his head at her, as if studying the girl. Rinka felt the gaze and looked up to meet it. She frowned at him. "What?" she wondered.

"Well, its just –" he paused for a moment, as if unsure on how to continue. "I don't wanna sound discouraging, but – it doesn't seem like you're getting any stronger," he pointed out hesitantly. "But I don't get why, cuz I know how hard you've been working," he added quickly, as if he were worried that she was going to get upset.

Rinka hummed as she pondered this. "I guess it has been a while since I tested my strength with my weights off," she mused.

Krillin deadpanned for a moment. "Weights? What weights?" he asked in confusion. She didn't appear to be wearing any weighted clothing that he could see.

"These weights," she stated, taking a seat and pulling up her pant legs, revealing the leg weights that she had firmly strapped around each of her calves.

"Oh, so you decided to do some weight training after all," he said with a knowing smile. "How long have you been wearing those?"

"For a while now. I realized pretty quickly that I'd have to step up my game if I wanted to keep up with you guys, so I asked Bulma about it and she made these for me. I've had her increase the weight every time I feel like I'm getting used to it," Rinka explained. She undid the wrappings and hoisted them up, grunting with the exertion.

"So, that's where you've been sneaking off to," Krillin realized.

Rinka smiled at him. "I wasn't trying to be sneaky about it."

She gestured with the weights, indicating she wanted him to take them. He complied and she plopped them into his arms. Krillin looked shocked for a moment as he staggered under the unexpected weight, almost completely losing his balance.

"Holy cow! How much do these things weigh?" he asked in a strained tone. He readjusted to get a better grip on them.

"Uh – I think I'm up to 200 pounds," she answered nonchalantly. He looked surprised by that. "Each," she then added with a big grin. His eyes got even wider.

"You've gotta be kidding!" he exclaimed. "How. . . This is heavier than what we're using!" He indicated the weighted shirt that Kami had provided for them. "Don't you think this is just a little overkill?"

"I told you. I want to be able to keep up with you. Plus the world is sort of in danger, right? I don't think there is such a thing as overkill," she decided.

"What's overkill?" Yamcha asked as he meandered over to join them.

"Rinka's training," Krillin huffed. "She's been wearing these." He juggled the weights in his arms.

"Leg weights, huh? What's wrong with that?" he wondered at Krillin.

"Feel them," Krillin insisted. He shifted his weight and lobbed them towards Yamcha, who was not at all prepared. They watched his face change to a look of panic as he realized he wasn't going to be able to hang on to them and spilled them onto the floor with a couple of loud thunks.

"What the hell?!" he exclaimed, bending over and hoisting one up to test it's weight. "You were wearing these?" he asked.

"Yep." Rinka gave an experimental hop. She sailed much higher off the ground than she'd been expecting with so little effort. "Whoa, I feel like I'm made of cotton!" she cheered happily. "You wanna try sparring now?" she asked Krillin, giving him a sly smirk.

He looked a bit hesitant at first, but eventually decided to give in. "Alright, let's see what you got." He took a fighting stance. Rinka responded in turn.

"Okay!" Yamcha chimed in, sounding excited at the prospect. He moved in between them as if he were a referee. "Ready! Set! G-"

He didn't even get a chance to finish before Rinka took off like a rocket! She was moving so fast that she actually surprised herself, and almost overshot her opponent! Krillin tried to put up a defense, but was stunned by her sudden speed. Rinka lobbed a fist towards his head, but despite the fact that there was no way for Krillin to dodge in time, she didn't actually connect.

Krillin felt the wind whip past his face from the force of the blow. He quickly turned in the direction he felt her come from, but she had already circled around to his other side.

She came at him again, this time with a kick. Rinka felt almost, shocked, at how quickly she was moving. It was as if Krillin were reacting in slow motion. Her leg whizzed over his head, just barely missing him. But once again, he turned in response to the rush of air. Rinka didn't really want to hurt him. She kept expecting him to block, however it seemed that even he was rattled by her sudden increase in speed.

Rinka thought about it for a moment, and a devious realization dawned on her. This would be a great opportunity to mess with him! A little, anyway. So, continuing her charade of near-hits, Rinka focused all of her attention on increasing her speed even further. She then hit him with a volley of 'air' attacks, creating a bombardment of wind that battered him on all sides.

To Krillin, it felt like he was in the middle of a tornado! Wind currents were whipping him around in all directions to the point where he was finding it difficult just to stay on his feet. He couldn't seem to tell where Rinka was, her speed was incredible! All he could do was defend and wait for her to land an actual blow.

And land a blow she did. After a minute, Rinka finally stopped with her onslaught. She was able to position herself directly under him, and before he had a chance to react, she delivered a swift kick right to the bottom of his chin.

Caught off guard by this, Krillin was immediately sent flying. He hung in the air for a second, still trying to recover from the surprise of the impact, but Rinka didn't give him a chance. She quickly charged up a ball of energy in her hands, before releasing it all in a powerful beam directly at Krillin. She did this knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to dodge it.

So, in another display of freakish speed, Rinka was able to out-fly her own energy attack, collide with Krillin in the air, and push him out of the way before it could hit. She glanced up at him to see that he was watching as the beam dissipated harmlessly into the atmosphere. He seemed to let out a breath he had been holding, and peered down to see that she had her arms wrapped around his torso. He fixed her with a hard look.

"Jeeze, kid! I thought we were just gonna have a friendly sparring match?" he lectured lightly.

"Yeah. Originally," she mumbled into him, adverting her gaze.

"You mean, until you decided to show off?" he guessed with a smirk.

Rinka's face cracked into a huge grin. "Maaaaaybe," she dragged out the word.

"I could have blocked that attack, ya know?" he muttered.

"Well, I wasn't sure. Plus, that kinda would have defeated the point. . ." she trailed.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her as well. "Come on, let's head back down. I bet Yamcha's wondering what the heck just happened!" He indeed was sporting a rather bewildered expression when they landed back on the Lookout's tile next to him.

"Jeeze, Rin! That was some speed! I was having a heck of a time follow your movements!" he exclaimed. "And I don't think I was the only one," he added with a smirk in Krillin's direction.

"She just caught me off guard, is all," he quickly attempted to defend, absentmindedly plopping a hand down on her head. "I'll be ready for it next time," he assured them both. Rinka turned to eye him with a sly smirk.

"Either way, the next time we go into the pendulum room, you should definitely leave your weights behind. I'll bet at this point, you could probably beat those two goons all on your own!" Yamcha encouraged her with a big grin.

"Sounds like a plan. It'll be interesting to see how well I can do if I go all out," she agreed. "But for now, I'm wiped!" she confessed with a big sigh, feeling relaxed at the sensation of Krillin's palm on her hair. "Think maybe I should take some time to get myself cleaned up," she realized, as she stared down at her sweat stained clothes.

"That's a good idea. The rest of us should still be busy for a while, so nobody'll bother you. You can take your time," Krillin realized.

"Okay, cool. See you guys at dinner," Rinka told them, before heading inside to prepare.

. . .

The bathroom of the Lookout was surprisingly large and elaborate considering the rest of the accommodations were rather average. It was equipped with enough shower heads and a large enough tub that all the guys were able to bathe at the same time. Of course, this was one activity that Rinka had no problem not participating in! Which meant that she would take her baths by herself, naturally.

This never really bothered her, but as time passed, it apparently had begun to cause Chiaotzu some distress. So today, he finally decided to confront her about it as she headed towards the room with a towel and some soap.

"Hey, Rinka? You going to take a bath?" he asked.

"Yep," she nodded, nonchalantly strolling along. He sprinted to keep up with her.

"You want some company?" he wondered with a friendly smile.

Rinka stopped and stared at him in bewilderment. Was he serious? After a moment of studying him, but not witnessing any kind of humor in his demeanor, she realized that he must be.

"Uh, no, that's okay, Chiaotzu. I'm fine," she assured him, attempting to try and laugh off the awkwardness.

However, the little guy didn't seem to pick up on her discomfort at all! He just cocked his head at her in confusion.

"You always take a bath by yourself, so how do you get clean if you have no one to scrub your back for you?" He posed the question as a legitimate concern. Rinka stumbled for a moment, trying to come up with an argument for his logic.

"I – I have a tail, remember? I don't need any help scrubbing my back," she reasoned, realizing that it was actually true. She waved it around in front of her to demonstrate. Chiaotzu glanced at it, but was still frowning.

"But – don't you get lonely? Being in there all alone?" he continued with concern.

Rinka just stared at him for a moment. Did he really not understand how inappropriate it would be for her to take a bath with him, with any of them? How old was this guy? He was around when her father and the others were kids, wasn't he? And yet, he still acted like a little kid himself. What was the deal? She finally just sighed and shook her head. If he still had the mentality of a child, then she couldn't be too hard on him.

"No. I'm good. It's not like I'm in there for very long. Plus, I'm pretty used to being on my own. Don't worry about it," she assured him, before she was finally able to move away from him and into the solitude of the bathroom.

Now that she was alone, Rinka stripped down and left her clothes on the bench near the entrance. She grabbed her towel and soap and moved deeper into the room, positioning herself under the shower head nearest to the tub and taking a seat on the little, golden stool. In fact, the majority of the furnishings were adorned in gold. She didn't know if it was real or not, but it certainly caused the room have a very warm and fancy lighting effect. She hummed to herself as she let the shower water run over her, wanting to get thoroughly soaked before she began scrubbing.

Several minutes later, Rinka was busy massaging soap into her hair. Between the flowing water and the sound of her hums, she didn't hear the door to the bathroom creak open. Even less so was she alerted to the presence behind her, until they finally spoke.

"Hey Rinka!"

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, an involuntary shriek escaping her lips! She whirled around to find none other than Chiaotzu standing behind her wearing a big grin and . . . literally nothing else! Her eyes went wide with shock for a moment, before she instinctively dove for her towel, slapping it over her exposed form.

"Chiaotzu?! Wa-What the hell?!" she demanded, rather loudly. Rinka finished wrapping the towel over herself and took a deep breath. She was able to calm down a bit now that she was fully covered. "What are you doing in here?" she asked in a more composed tone.

"I came to help wash your back, and keep you company," he told her, just as casually and innocently as if her were joining her for a round of flower picking!

"I thought I told you I was fine, and I don't need help," she reminded him.

"Yeah, but Tien's told me that sometimes girls are weird. They like to say one thing, but they mean something else," he reasoned. "So, I thought that maybe you secretly really did want company."

Rinka groaned and stared at the ceiling. Technically he wasn't wrong. That was a common trope for most women, after all. While it might not be true for her most of the time, she couldn't deny that she'd already done that once or twice to mask her true feelings since she'd been here.

"Besides, I felt bad that you gotta be in here all alone," he added with a sad face.

She heaved out another long sigh of resignation. He obviously didn't have any kind of malicious intentions, so what harm would it do to let him stay? She'd taken baths with her little brother before. Considering his size, this wouldn't really be all that different. She also couldn't help but be reminded of Yamcha's words to her regarding him. 'If you wanna get on Tien's good side, be nice to Chiaotzu.'

"Alright, fine. If you really want to," she passed him the soap and a wash rag. "Knock yourself out," she turned back around and pulled her towel down a bit, exposing her back to him. He began happily scrubbing with a big grin.

Despite her initial nervousness, Rinka found herself relaxing as Chiaotzu massaged her back with the rag. Okay so, maybe this wasn't all that bad. He was certainly much more gentle than her mother, or even Gohan for that matter! Maybe she should have asked him to take a bath with her sooner? She thought with a grin at the silly notion. After several minutes, he stopped, passing the soap and wash rag up to her over her shoulder.

"Me next!" he cheered excitedly, moving around expectantly to wait for her to get off the stool so that he could sit down.

So, Rinka complied, rising and tucking the towel tightly around her so that it wouldn't fall. She wasn't quite that comfortable, after all. She waited until he'd rinsed himself before methodically running the soap and wash rag over his back. He made a small grunting noise and flinched like he was surprised. Rinka cocked her head and leaned around to look at him.

"Is something wrong?" she wondered. He shook his head.

"Your hands are really soft. Is it because you're a girl?" he asked. Rinka shrugged and resumed her scrubbing with a smile.

"I never thought about it before, but you're probably right," she acknowledged. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Tien always told me that girls are crazy and nothing but trouble, but –" he paused for a moment. "But you don't seem that way. You were kinda mean at first, but since you apologized, you've been really nice. I wish there were more girls like you," he confessed.

Rinka blinked down at him in surprise. That seemed like it came out of nowhere! Despite not understanding what had inspired his comment, she couldn't help but feel touched by it.

"Thank you, Chiaotzu. I, appreciate that," she told him sincerely.

"Okay, I'm ready to rinse," he announced a minute later, rising to finish washing off.

Rinka followed suit, using the next shower head over. They then both took some time to soak in the bath, letting the hot water help ease the aches and pains of training away. After that, it was just a matter of drying off and changing into their sleeping clothes. Chiaotzu was naturally faster than her, not having to worry about drying and restyling a whole head of hair. Therefore, he left the bathroom first.

Several minutes later, Rinka finally emerged to find both Krillin and Yamcha waiting for her. They grinned down at her with mischievous looks.

"You have a nice bath?" Yamcha teased, their grins widening. Rinka just scowled back at them, shaking her head.

"Shut up," she snapped, and attempted to walk past, but Krillin stopped her.

"Aw, come on, Rin. We're only kidding. You two taking a bath together was super cute!" he attempted to assure her.

"Cute? Great. I'll be sure to remember that," she warned him with a smirk, and turned to go. However, she didn't get far before getting interrupted again.

"Hey Rinka," Tien called, getting her attention.

She froze as he walked over to her, a feeling of dismay settling into the pit of her stomach. Why was he stopping her? Was he mad that Chiaotzu had taken a bath with her? She really wasn't looking forward to getting yelled at again.

"So, um, sorry about Chiaotzu. He didn't mean any harm by it. He's just, not used to having to worry about boundaries," he explained to her.

Wait, he was, apologizing to her? Rinka didn't respond for almost a full minute, reeling from the shock. He began to give her a confused look at her silence.

"Oh, uh," she shook her head. "That's okay. I understand," she assured him.

"Also, thanks for not, you know – freaking out on him. I appreciate it," he continued.

Rinka was about to ask him why he'd think she would do that, but then she was reminded of what Chiaotzu had told her in the bathroom. Maybe a 'normal' girl would have?

"S-sure. It's no problem," she replied awkwardly.

"Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew," he informed her, before turning and walking away.

Yamcha smiled at the exchange, stepping up to Rinka after Tien was gone.

"See, told you," he teased lightly, poking her in the forehead. Rinka rubbed at the spot, but instead of getting irritated, just smiled at the floor.

Later that evening, after dinner, Rinka set up her computer in their bedroom so that everyone could watch a movie together. She let the guys pick what they wanted to watch, and even Tien decided to sit in with them. Despite most of the attention being on the entertainment in front of them, several eyes couldn't help but notice how closely Rinka stayed by Krillin throughout the show.