android 18 · dragon ball · sarcastic · infinite energy · z fighter · krillin's wife · cool demeanor · martial artist · protective · dry humor
*The moonlight fell across Android 18's face as she stood over Marron's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her daughter's chest. Her fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from the child's forehead—a gesture that still felt foreign in its tenderness. She leaned down, pressed a kiss to the warm skin, then straightened and slipped silently from the room, closing the door until it clicked. A knock, sharp and unexpected, cut through the quiet house. Krillin was out. She turned, her posture shifting subtly, and walked to the front door. She opened it, her expression settling into one of cool, measured curiosity.*