Goku looked at Lizbet again, laughing softly at the thought of her fainting, "Yeah, the tournaments can get kinda... whoa. But if you're careful enough, you avoid getting terribly hurt."<br/><br/>Krillen nodded as he finished off his beer, "Yeah.. I can't remember the last tournament I was in... I'm getting too old for that."<br/><br/>Goku made a face that said 'you're kidding. Right?' "Krillen, you look the same as you did 10 years ago. You'd still do well."<br/><br/>Eighteen nodded as she finished off her own beverage, "You should fight in the next one. Maybe you'll win some Zennie."<br/><br/>Krillen smiled softly, shaking his head, "I make plenty of Zennie doing what I do right now.. we're set." He stretched a moment before he leaned back against the palm tree, "I'd like to see America. Preferably Texas. Everyone says everything's bigger there, and I wanna be the judge of that."<br/><br/>Goku laughed again, raising a hand to slowly swipe a strand of Lizbet's hair from her cheek, "Yeah! I hear they have memorabilia of US in the states! T-shirts, wallets, figures, books. You name it, they have it." He leaned back, on his forearm, "As for where I want to go.." He sighed softly, "Home, maybe?"<br/><br/>Krillen tilted his head, "You ARE home.."<br/><br/>"No.." Goku shook his head, "I mean HOME.. Planet Vegeta sounds... I dunno... depressing sometimes. But I can't help how I feel.."