A/N: So, I had this on the backburner for a while and decided to post it. This story will be a series of one-shots, sporadically updated, connected to my Gohan/Videl story Chances. You don't have to read that to understand these; the main thing to note is that Videl ended up meeting the Z-fighters before Buu and Krillin started to teach her as a new Turtle School student. That and everyone ships Vihan and is just waiting for them to get together.

Go check it out if you want, but none of these one-shots and drabbles are critical in knowing the main story and vice versa. That's why I'm posting them separately- they don't fit anywhere in Chances, but still are cute moments I imagined while writing it. Any story note that will contextualize when this is happening I will post at the beginning of each chapter.

This one takes place before Gohan started high school, and the story is the background of what Krillin was thinking when he posted the internet comment defending Goku's accomplishments.

Krillin was a nervous person by nature. That may have come from dying a few times, or from the simple fact, alive or not, he lived a dangerous lifestyle for over half his life. He was nervous for himself, and although he cared for his friends, he trusted they could take care of themselves better than he did for his own life.

That was not the case right now. He was not exactly nervous but agitated for the sake of one of his friends. He paced the small living room of Kame House, every once a while glaring at the computer screen. The website it displayed appeared innocent enough; however, it screamed slanderous thoughts, and Krillin could not bear it anymore. Why did people have to do this to Goku's memory?

He ran his hand through his hair, the short bristles rough against his skin. He wished he would be able to note on how strange it was 'huh, this is what it's like to have hair again.' What came out of his mouth was: "This is probably the buffoon's fault."

"Why don't you do something about it?" Eighteen stood by the stairs, Marron at her hip. Krillin smiled at his family and nodded.

"Yeah… maybe I should."

He sat down on the chair and spun to face the computer. His knee bounced with his remaining anxious energy as he observed the webpage. The article itself on Goku was not the problem. It was disbelieving on some of the feats of ki, yet not disrespectful to it or the user. The comments, nonetheless, were awful. He gritted his teeth.

Don't they know that's cheating in the tournaments?

Wow, they sure were lax on what losers they let in in the past.

What a fake.

A reasonable part of his brain said the happy-go-lucky Goku will laugh and shrug off these comments. That was the thing. He couldn't. Because his best friend was dead and this insulted his memory. Krillin wanted to correct all these fools.

What could he say? His fingers drummed on the table, eyes glued to the screen. If he was honest, well, then he would be labeled the madman. Besides, he did not wish to give the satisfaction to anyone by being upset by words. Words! To a guy that died twice!

"Thanks, Eighteen." He told his wife as she placed a cup of tea in front of him. Taking a sip, he calmed down and watched Marron as she played with her toys on the floor.

"You know you don't have to get all worked up about it." The blonde said unhelpfully.

Krillin nodded, yet his heart wasn't in it. "I know you were built – er – modified for the purpose of killing him – but, um…" He rubbed his face tiredly. "Goku is- was- dammit- my best friend. He…" How was he supposed to explain it? He wished Roshi was here too, the old man knew Goku as long as he did. However, their teacher was out shopping, hopefully not getting arrested for being perverted.

What was the best way to explain his feelings? He could to Eighteen, she understood without him saying another word, squeezing his shoulder and then went to play with Marron. The rest of the world, though? How was he supposed to explain the man who saved his life countless times, and avenged his death twice? How could he tell the unbelieving world about the wonder and excitement two young martial arts students shared together? That Son Goku was a man that had incredible faith in his own capabilities and wanted nothing more to find opponents that challenge him. That he died – twice – for his son. These thoughts from a man that played pranks on his naïve friend as a child or watched him eat what would stuff an elephant.

There was no way Krillin could put that in words for people who did not know them. All Son Goku was to the rest of the world was a former World Champion and possibly a fake trickster. There was no reason to bring up old wounds for their sake. So, instead, he kept it simple, thinking but not speaking the million layers of subtext in his message. If no one understood, that was okay, he posted it for himself.

Kriller_18: Hey guys, enough. You try coming runner up two times in a row and then winning, see how easy it is.

A/N: Tada! That's it. I don't know when I will post another chapter for this. I'm guessing by the time I finish Chances this companion piece will have 4-5 one-shots. Updates will come as I finish them and the moment has passed in the main story (don't want small spoilers for the people reading both). Since there is no update schedule I will respond to reviews individually instead of weekly responses with each new chapter.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.