Roshi heard the word 'journalist' and immediately freaked out, "A journalist! So that's why you're here! You only wanted to make a quick buck!"<br/><br/>Eighteen looked up, glaring at Roshi, "You're going senile, you old prune. If she had any questions, she'd ask. Shut up and read your filth."<br/><br/>Krillen nodded his head, offering another drink to Lizbet as he looked at Roshi, "It's not like we're hiding it anymore. Everyone pretty much knows who we are." He smiles at Lizbet, "If you wanted to write something on us, just let us know. Maybe... throw in we're normal people? Like everyone else?" He chuckles a bit.<br/><br/>Eighteen scoffes, "Speak for yourself! It's awesome I don't have to wait in line for anything anymore!"<br/><br/>Krillen placed a hand on his daughters head, who giggled softly and looked up. He smiled, "But we want to teach Marron that just because you're different, doesn't mean you have to be treated differently.. don't we?" He looks up at his wife, "Everyone's equal. No one's life is more important."<br/><br/>Eighteen smiled again, nodding her head, "Of course you're right, Krillen. I seem to forget myself that I used to be human, too."<br/><br/>Krillen nodded, then turned back to Lizbet, "I'm a cop now. Heh... officer of the law." He shrugs, "So I still get the bad guys. I'm on vacation this week."<br/><br/>Eighteen nodded, "I stay here and take care of our daughter. And deal with the pervert." She shook her head towards Roshi, who'd suddenly fallen asleep. "It's gorgeous in Sweden, right? I've always wanted to go.."